Muse v0.3

(set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse"))(set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon"))(set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken"))Your girlfriend, $nameGF, is somewhat unhinged. In a good way, of course, she is your girlfriend after all. But something about her has always been //off//. The way she knew your name before you even managed to introduce yourself? How she waited for you every morning so you could go to school together, always able to find you even if you took another route? That chance meeting while you were on a family vacation? Her staring at your sleeping face for hours every time you sleep at her place? Her confession was cute, however, traditional even. A love letter calling you to a meeting behind the school. You thought it was a punishment game at first. No way such a cute girl would go for a guy like you, right?f Her love proved to be earnest, however. Handmade lunchboxes, tutoring to save your grades, supporting your dreams of becoming an artist. With her unconditional love school was bearable. Of course the bullying never really stopped, but it hurt less, knowing that you had someone at your side. You even managed to graduate, thanks to her. In the end you never got into college, but that’s fine isn’t it? Your art sells, slowly, but enough to support your lifestyle and to claim independence from your parents. The single-room apartment might not be big enough for two people, but neither do you spend much time there except to paint or sleep anyway. Most of your time is spent at the atelier or at your girlfriend's place. But of course happiness doesn’t last forever, why would it? There has to be some sadness to balance it out. So as autumn turns to winter you are standing in front of your former highschool bully, $nameBully, again. By some cruel chance of fate he has found the [[atelier|Invaded]] you're renting out with a handful of other artists and art-students.  (set: $blood to false)  (set: $painting to false)  (set: $lovydovy to 0)  (set: $sociopath to 0)  (set: $watched to 0)  (set: $together to 0) (set: $date1 to false)  (set: $rapist to false)  (set: $dominatrix to false)  (set: $cowardice to false) (set: $doubt to false)

“$nameYou! You’re late, I was waiting for you for so long. I thought about cooking dinner but you weren’t here…” Her voice trails off as she spots the bruises on your face. The warmth in her eyes extinguishes. “Who did this to you?” There is no use in lying. You tell her it was $nameBully. $nameGF's hands are suddenly under your clothing. You are stripped in a matter of seconds and ushered into the bath. A minute later she is right behind you, washing your back. The gentle pressure makes you wince every time she passes over one of the bruises. You are unsure how to proceed from here and the silence grows oppressive. The last time she chose to deal with $nameBully the police were sent to his parents' home, holding photographic and text-message evidence. The physical bullying ceased, but you mostly dropped out of school anyway, only reappearing to take the exams. But this time? You have not seen her look like that in a long time. Were you thinking that she would grow out of that phase? Did you really think it would just be a phase? “$nameYou … this is horrible.” $nameGF whispers and hugs you from behind. Her soft chest caressing your back while she rests her chin on your shoulder. Your lips brush against each other. “Want me to cheer you up?” Her hug loosens so she can let her hands roam over your body. <hr>[[You nod and lean back into her.|Murderer I]] [[You stop her.|Idle Time]]

Her hands fully close around you while you keep kissing. It has always been like this. Every time you get hurt $nameGF is there to catch you. To build you up until you can face the outside world again. You do it in the bathtub, on the floor, under the covers. Her sweet moans flow into your ear while you try to bury yourself inside her. Forgetting insult and injury you can finally let go and just //be//. Afterwards you lie on the bed, breathing hard, trying to ward off unconsciousness. Her fingers find yours and she holds you. "Does it still hurt?" The question doesn't register at first but it does remind you of the lingering pain, persisting even through the afterglow. "Yeah, it still stings a little bit." You can't see her very well in the dark, but you can feel $nameGF come closer. "How are you so calm about this? He could've seriously hurt you ..." Her voice is right next to your ear. "I managed to protect the painting. I had a reason to endure." "What could be so important about that painting?" You pull her hand close to your lips. "Because it's a picture of you ... I'll show you tomorrow when it's bright again." Just as you fall asleep you can feel [[her hand|Murderer II]] leaving your own.

Her body sags onto yours and she leans in for more kisses. “Aww~ Then we’ll just cuddle~ Hey, wanna bathe together? Or would you rather eat?” Your stomach answers before your mouth can even form a word. “Ooh~ that’s a yes. Just soak for a bit, alright?” Warmth, love and food. Truly, bliss right on your doorstep. The rest of the evening goes by in a flash, with $nameGF being extra affectionate. She even sleeps over in your small bed, demanding that you put away the extra futon. “Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” You were supposed to finish your painting for an exhibition, but now that it was torn apart? A free schedule. The temptation of being able to slack around and not care for a while is so intoxicating that you shake your head. Sleep in, eat, chat with your girlfriend, have sex, sleep again. What a life. $nameGF hugs you closer, burying your face into her chest. Enveloped by such softness you easily doze off while [[listening|End of Days]] to her heartbeat.

Time heals all wounds, as they say. As would a scenery change, probably. $nameGF invited you to stay over at her apartment. A high-rise condo with thick walls and a good view. You never asked too much about her financial situation, but you always had a hunch that she had way more money than you. Well, she does study at a prestigious university, meanwhile you're a dropout artist. One room of her condo is completely empty, so she offered it to you as a personal atelier. More space for paintings, better lighting and you’d be living together. She tried to offer you lots of times before, but you had always declined. Misplaced pride, perhaps? Or were you just crippled by your own feelings of inadequacy? A gentle hand brushes against your face, rousing you from your slumber. Her hair falls down like a curtain onto your face. “I’m back $nameYou.” “Welcome back.” Your lips touch. She smells like flowers, mint and tobacco. “How was your day?” “Sleepy… But I made a lot of progress.” She smiles and leans in again for another kiss. This one is longer and more passionate. “I have a get-together tonight. I’ve already cooked for you.” You nod, holding her palm to your face. “Have fun.” “Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open~" "I'll stay awake long enough to welcome you back." One last kiss and she is off again. Leaving you to your own devices. Progress is slow today, the manic rush that drove you yesterday has completely evaporated. Instead of painting you spend your time agonizing over hues and the way your brushstrokes look. Too thick where it should be thin, too bold when subtlety is called for. Too much here, too little there. Truly, you are your own worst enemy. The front door slamming shut drags you out of your downtrodden ritual of criticism. Hurried steps rush down the hallway. You leave the atelier to [[greet|Return]] $nameGF.

$nameBully has gotten taller and more muscular since the last time you saw him, but his mind is still bent on torturing you. The current painting you were working on, the backshot of a woman, is balanced on his thigh, barely supported by his hand. “Oh boy … never imagined you’d continue this stuff. Hmm ... she seems familiar. Is it your girlfriend? The one who called the police on me? What was her name again? $nameGF, wasn’t it? You won’t answer me? Your silence means yes, then! Man, she really became beautiful …” Hearing another man, this man, talk about $nameGF like that twists your guts. You do your best to not let it show. “Hmm ... I thought about joining the tennis-club since one of my upper-classmen could recommend me. Or to run through the manga-research club, but maybe I’ll just take over your little circle of artists? What do you say, huh?” A downfall caused by your own hubris. The arrogance! Wanting to reveal the painting of your girlfriend to the world. “Give it back.” The rush of your own blood threatens to deafen all reason. “Come on, man ... get some new material. Give it back, give it back. This shit is getting boring. Here, you can have half of it.” $nameBully’s arms flex and the canvas rips. Before you know it you are already on him, trying to save your painting. “What the-? You fucking bitch!” You didn't see what hit you, but the pain is immediate and paralyzing. Once your vision clears you find yourself on the ground. “Motherfucker, of all times to man up you had to do it on the day I wore my best shirt? Shit’s ripped now, fuck!” His boot lands on your body, but the pain is bearable. Your painting is back with you. Just another beating, just like old times. In the end $nameBully loses interest as you lie there, taciturn and still. A sense of accomplishment floods you while you look at your painting. It has been torn apart, but that can be fixed. Some of your blood is splattered on the canvas. <hr>|Choice1>[The blood adds an interesting contrast, so you let it be.]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[It is already drying, you will have to look up how to properly remove it later.] (click: ?Choice1)[You hurriedly pack up your painting and [[leave|Bloodsmear]] the atelier. (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[You hurriedly pack up your painting and [[leave|Doorstep]] the atelier.(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]

At your doorstep you spot $nameGF’s shoes. Were you supposed to meet today? Did you completely forget about a date? The light is burning inside the living room. You put down the bundle that used to be your painting and skulk through your own hallway, trying to not make too much noise. You put in the effort, but the bruises on your body demand more of your attention and you stumble headfirst into the living room. While falling you spot $nameGF, she is sleeping on the bed. You end up knocking over an easel and a small folding chair. The noise wakes her up [[instantly|Bruised]] and she spots you lying on the ground. (set: $blood to true)

At your doorstep you spot $nameGF’s shoes. Oh no, were you supposed to meet today? Did you completely forget about a date? The light is burning inside the living room. You put down the bundle that used to be your painting and skulk through your own hallway, trying to not make too much noise. Nice effort, but the bruises on your body demand more of your attention and you stumble headfirst into the living room. While falling you spot $nameGF, she is sleeping on the bed. You end up knocking over an easel and a small folding chair. The noise wakes her up instantly and she spots [[you|Bruised]] lying on the ground.

The hallway is empty, low heels are lying on the ground alongside a coat. Something must be off, $nameGF is usually more careful with her belongings. You clean up after her before you continue to look around. From the sound of running water she must be in the [[bath|Dirty]].

"Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty..." $nameGF is chanting it like a mantra while frantically washing her hands. Things like this have happened before, but you never pried. (link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec)[You knock on the door.]") [ Her face shoots up, her eyes finding your reflection in the mirror. Her expression is rather unsettling. She looks like a child, caught red-handed doing //something//. "O-oh." She is absolutely rattled. Now is the time to show that you are a dependable boyfriend. "Hey ... what's going on? Are you ok?" $nameGF turns around as you approach her with open arms. She lets the hug happen. Her breathing calms down after a while. "$nameYou, I need to talk to you about something." She breaks loose from the hug and goes towards the [[living room|Secrets]]. ]

For two days afterwards you don't see $nameGF. On the third day she returns, smiling, but her eyes remain cold, glacial even. (if: $painting is true)[You look at each other. You can see a thick red fluid still dripping from her clothes. Clinging onto her shoes, leaving prints on the floor. "I'm back $nameYou." "Are you ok, $nameGF?" Her hand moves and something falls to the ground. It's a bloodied knife. "I killed him. And I killed my younger self. The one who was weak. Who was not strong enough to protect you. Not strong enough to support you when you most needed her." The unyielding girl you fell in love with has been reduced to a crying mess. Her wailing echoes off the walls. "I just wanted to be happy with you! Why did he have to come back? I told him to stay away from you! I told him. I told him! But he just couldn't listen! But now he's gone ... finally gone." Her tears continue to flow, so you hold her. Until she's only sobbing. Until the police [[arrives|Musings]].] (else:)["It is done~" "Welcome back." You move in for a hug just to find her clothes wet. As you pull away there are red imprints on you. The smell is metallic, just like //iron//. What has she done? "I have exterminated him." $nameGF states plainly and throws herself around your neck. The cloying smell of blood thick around her. "I'm sorry, I really took my time. He was begging and screaming for mercy. But you know what I told him? Mercy is for humans. Animals deserve no mercy. So I slaughtered him after I was done with his //pack//. Beasts clothed in human flesh. How dare they touch you? How dare they? How dare they? How dare they? How dare they?" Your mind is reeling. Who? Of course you know who she is talking about. Are you just in denial? "$nameBully?" "Ye~es [[<3]]"]

In the end $nameGF got caught. Multiple homicides, and in their own home as well? Not something the police would overlook. The story made national headlines as well. Her testimony protected you of all legal persecution, somehow. She testified that she did it because she wanted to do it, no motive except for bloodlust and that $nameBully’s family was just unlucky. It could have been anyone. You still remember her face, smiling and waving to you as she was led into prison. Death row inmate. You would never see her [[again|Index]]. (set: $Heart to true) (set: $blood to false) (set: $painting to false)

You follow $nameGF and she motions to sit next to her on the couch. You oblige and she pulls out her (link-reveal:"phone\.")[ "... I had been interested in you for a long time, long before I actually approached you. The bullying you were subjected to at school also hurt me. So I tried my best to help you, but in the end, I was too weak back then." $nameGF opens an album and hands the phone to you. It contains four pictures. You open them. And promptly wish you had not. You do not understand. What could there be to understand? In the pictures $nameGF is in her old school uniform, and she's sucking on a dick. One with her hand covering her eyes, one glaring at the camera, two with semen plastered all over her face. "You ... with whom?" "$nameBully." "Why?" $nameGF leans into you and embraces your arm. "I had to make the bullying stop somehow. So I confronted him, told him to stop. But I was too naive, so he just used me in the end and kept bullying you. Afterwards I stole his phone and sent the pictures to myself so I could go to the police. Today we met again. By chance! He took my hand and threatened me that he'd show you these pictures if I didn't do it with him again." Your stomach turns and you dry-heave. The delusions your mind conjures are too vivid, too distorted to fit the image $nameGF occupies. She holds you in her arms. The warmth of her body feels distant. "I did it for you. I did it out of love. Thinking of you and only you." She whispers into your ear. Is she trying to convince you, or herself? <hr>It's too much. You remove yourself from her hug and go towards the [[atelier|The Pain(ting)]]. You ask her if there is [[more|Curiosity]].]

The door locks and you are alone, at last. The smell of paint calms you down and allows you to focus. Since time immemorial artists have turned their pain into fuel for their own creations. And why should it be different this time? The paper of the bundle falls away, revealing the bloodied canvas. Brown stains mark the fabric, the liquid having long since dried. You remove the wood and glue the shredded pieces back together onto a bigger canvas. Arms moving like they are not your own, your eyes watching, seeing, but your mind? Are you trying to understand anything? Or are you just fleeing? Fleeing from the idol you have built from your image of $nameGF? Fleeing from the dread you feel at your own erection? (if: $blood is true)[You stare at the dried blood. The droplets cover the [[face|Iconoclasm]] of the woman on the canvas.](else:)[Not answering [[//"me"//|Proof of Love]], huh? ]

Good job, that question seems to have caught her by surprise. "M-more?" You nod. The tightness in your chest only grows, leaving you short of breath, panting even. You remain your own worst enemy in the end. Stoking the flames of your own desire and perversion. "There is no more." $nameGF finally answers and gets even closer to you. Her knee brushes against your crotch and she recoils. You twitch as well. Oh no. Both of you stare at your [[erection|Perversion]].

There's shouting coming from beyond the door. Begging. Pleading. Words without discernible meaning. Your mind is full. So full of //her//. The brush moves as if possessed. Your body forgoes food and water just to see the painting completed. Every stroke happens just as you imagine it. Every line falls into place perfectly. The old canvas further disappears behind more and more layers of paint until only the woman is left. Facing the viewer, baring herself to the world with her grand and terrible beauty. Only then do you finally open the door. $nameGF is sitting on the ground, hugging her knees. Her eyes are following your every move. Uneaten food has been placed around the door. You bow down and pick up a sandwich. "Come and look." Roused by your words she springs into motion and rushes to your side. Her arms hug you with abnormal strength, as if she's trying to prevent you from disappearing. You gently lead her into the room to show her the painting. The rising sun throws just the right shade of blue onto the canvas. $nameGF is looking. Looking and crying. She sinks down to your feet, still clinging to your leg. "I made this. It's for [[you|Murderer II]]." (set: $painting to true)

“Is this turning you on?” $nameGF asks and straddles you. Pinning you to the couch as if she is demanding answers. Your eyes are still firmly glued to her phone screen. The bright pictures burning themselves into your memory. Such pain, such suffering! But why then, why is it so sweet as well? You look up at her. Her eyes are pools of darkness, framed by slightly swollen and red eyelids. Then you realize, it is because of //her//. You begin to speak. Once, twice, every time your mouth opens $nameGF’s eyes light up. Finally you manage to vocalize. "Yes." Her face hovers millimeters in front of you. The depth of her eyes transfixing you. "Why?" A terrible realization surfaces in your mind. <hr>"Seeing other men having their way with you ... it makes me so unbelievably [[aroused|Betrayer]]." "You were beautiful. You still are [[beautiful|Inspiration]]."

Muse [[Prologue]] Your girlfriend is a yandere. You are an artist, a painter. (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[|]")[Not loving your girlfriend leads to bad ends.] (colour: #3680ec)[Saves] Route 1: {(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot A")[(link: "A")[(load-game:"Slot A")]]} {(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot B")[(link: "B")[(load-game:"Slot B")]]} (if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot A")[[[Shortcut A|Sex with Evil Women]]] (if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot B")[[[Shortcut B|Sex with Evil Women]]] Route 2: {(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot C")[(link: "C")[(load-game:"Slot C")]]} {(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot D")[(link: "D")[(load-game:"Slot D")]]} (if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot C")[[[Shortcut C|I am the Beholder]]] (if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot D")[[[Shortcut D|I am the Beholder]]] [[Extras]] (colour: #3680ec)[Endings] (if: $Heart is true)[<3: $nameGF took matters into her own hand. Next time be a little less passive.] (else:)[] (if: $Musings is true)[Musings: The somewhat better ending of the ones in which $nameGF turns into a murderer.] (else:)[] (if: $DisLove is true)[DisLove: Incomplete Bad End. Try to make a different choice concerning blood.] (else:)[] (if: $Judgement is true)[Judgement: Completed Bad End.] (else:)[] (if: $Fool is true)[Fool: I wanted to do a confinement-style ending.] (else:)[] (if: $turnedOFF is true)[Turned Off: $nameGF got drunk on the pleasure, too bad.] (else:)[] (if: $turnedON is true)[Turned On: What have you done? Maybe try to steer her off this path?] (else:)[] (if: $caughtup is true)[Caught Up: Your preferences for kinks move at lightning-speed.] (else:)[] (if: $changeup is true)[Change Up: So now it will be you.] (else:)[] (if: $Verdict is true)[Verdict: You found it, congratulations 8888888! (Secret Ending #1)] (else:)[] (if: $Motive is true)[Motive: Well, did she or did she not?] (else:)[] (if: $ParadiseLost is true)[Paradise Lost: You were given ample opportunities to prevent this.] (else:)[] (if: $equalizer is true)[Equalizer: $nameGF could have gone into engineering if she wanted to.] (else:)[] (if: $surveillance is true)[Surveillance: Privacy, in //her// home? (Secret Ending #2)] (else:)[] (if: $penitent is true)[Penitent: Stuck in a downward spiral.] (else:)[] (if: $prisoner is true)[Prisoner: It's all just in your head? (Secret Ending #3)] (else:)[] (colour: #3680ec)[Changelog] v0.3 - Added content to Route 2 (link-reveal:"Pathing")[: 1, 2, 2, 2] - Added a section for [[extras|Extras]] - Total word count of 38961 v0.2 - Added content to Route 1 (link-reveal:"Pathing")[: 1, 2, 1, 1] - Added some content before the route-split - Added checkpoints to save progress after the route split and after segments - Total word count of 23408 v0.1.1 - Clarified end of content (formerly 404 page) - Altered some wording - Default names - Total word count of 7913 v0.1 - Around 6-7,5k ish words, depending on how many bad ends you hit - No pictures (yet)  (if: $halo is true)[ⓞ](if: $hatred is true)[🩸](if: $demon is true)[𓆩 𓆪]  (set: $blood to false)  (set: $painting to false)  (set: $lovydovy to 0)  (set: $sociopath to 0)  (set: $watched to 0)  (set: $together to 0) (set: $date1 to false)  (set: $rapist to false)  (set: $dominatrix to false)  (set: $cowardice to false) (set: $doubt to false) (set: $allure to false) (set: $hook to false) (set: $thing to false) (set: $ntri to false) (set: $accomplice to false) (set: $placate to false) (set: $repent to false) (set: $knight to false) (set: $penitent to false) (set: $wretch to false) (set: $them to false)

The reassembled picture brings tears to your eyes. The damage stands out, you will have to fix it properly later, but you can still see $nameGF in it. Her beauty, now hidden behind a smudge of your blood, but nevertheless, there. How ironic, the same man who has touched $nameGF before you has now destroyed your image of her as well. Three knocks. Perched ontop of your stool you look at the door. You have locked it to keep her out, but now it feels lonely. A realization sets in. You are indeed lonely. And afraid. Afraid of $nameGF turning into a stranger. Lonely because you did not know everything about her. But does it matter that much? Of course, the trust you had for her is somewhat damaged, but not completely broken. She performed those acts before you were going out, so it's not really cheating. Or is it? Why did you start liking her? Was it her looks? Her body? The attention she was giving you? "It's her kindness." Your whisper silences some of the voices, but the ugliest remains. //She had sex with another man.// Or did she? How far did it go? How did they really do it? Are there //more// pictures? More delusions flood your mind, causing a crushing tighness within your chest. But why? Why is there a tightness in your pants as well? Before you can sink deeper into this swamp more knocks come from the door. $nameGF is saying something. "[[Please|Iconomachy]]..." (set: $painting to true)

Some days later you're sitting in the atelier, staring down the empty canvas again. The painting is inside your head, each stroke clear and crisp in front of your eyes. But the white wall in front of you forbids any action. Your hands itch to do something, anything, but you cannot make your body listen. The front door opens and closes. You can hear $nameGF walk down the hallway and you exchange greetings through the open door. (if: $painting is true)[$nameGF has promised you full disclosure of her encounter with $nameBully. You only had to ask. The brush stops right in front of the canvas. If you don't ask she won't say anything and you could go back to the way it was before, right? But would it be the same? Hasn't this knowledge, the promise itself, already poisoned the well? And why does it taste so sweet?](else:)[You can't concentrate. And you know exactly why. Like a drug you keep going back to the memories of those pictures. You even went so far as to sketch them from memory. Something $nameGF must never find out.] This isn't going to work. Your brush falls to the floor and you rub your face. You have to know. There's no other way. The knowledge would've made its way to you either way. If not revealed through $nameGF, $nameBully would've used it lord over you. A deep breath later you are walking towards the living room where $nameGF is sitting. You stand before her and she closes her laptop. “I think I’m ready now.” Your throat is hoarse from dehydration. $nameGF shoves a bottle of water into your hand. “I can't take it anymore, what happened with $nameBully, in those pictures?” A thin smile spreads across her lips and she beckons you to sit next to her on the couch. You are then pushed down into the cushions while she seats herself in front of your lap, elbows resting on your thighs. She points a finger at your lips. They're cracked. "Drink first, you are completely parched." You drain the bottle, throwing it away once you are done. $nameGF raises an eyebrow at first but starts to talk nonetheless. “After I found out about the bullying I decided to track him down to confront him.” “What did you talk about?” “We mostly talked about you, $nameYou. I told him in no uncertain terms that he is to stay away from you, unless he wants to face the consequences. His counter-offer however was an exchange. He could have my body so he would leave you in peace.” Once again your chest is gripped by an iron hand. Squeezing everything into a twisted shape, robbing you of breath and thought. You become erect within your pants. $nameGF caresses the protrusion with her nails, blushing slightly. “I would have been able to stay that way. His plaything, you know? All for you, to keep you safe. Protecting you from the shadows. You wouldn't even have gotten to know me.” You writhe at her touch. She plants her hands next to your growing erection. Close enough that you can imagine the faint warmth of her body, but too far away to actually feel her. “He took me to an alleyway and dropped his pants. I was reluctant at first. But I did it with love. I imagined your face and gave him a blowjob, just like this.” She takes out her phone and scrolls through the pictures, landing on the one where she is covering her eyes. You take it from her. Her lips are closed around a penis, cheeks slightly stretched. There, you can see the mole under her collarbone. It is her. It can be no one else. Your dick twitches at the sight and $nameGF giggles. With a practised movement she pulls down your pants and takes hold of you. Her fingers glide over you, already lubricated by your precum. “Just like this.” $nameGF whispers and starts to move her hand around your shaft while you hold onto the phone. Gentle kisses are planted around your tip, making you only harder. With an //aah~// she opens her mouth, letting long strings of saliva drip down. Her tongue flicks close to the tip, but never touches it. “His dick kept scraping against the roof of my mouth, it had a nasty curve. I really did give my best to make him cum as fast as possible. But he just wouldn’t calm down. In the end he came three times before he got soft.” You grip onto the couch. Her movements become more forceful. (if: $painting is true)["D-did he teach you how to do this?"](else:)["You learned this from him?"] $nameGF smiles. All you can hear are wet sounds. Then there is pressure on your glans, pushing down, rubbing it gently. The stimulation is too much. "$nameGF!" With one last stroke she completely pulls back your foreskin and takes your dick into her mouth. It's a hot and wet cage, moving around, massaging you, assaulting you from all directions. You can't hold on and dissolve into her, your hips twitching every now and then. Her lips pull away as she stands up, some cloudy droplets still staining her. $nameGF looks down on you and swallows loudly. "Ju~st like this." A heavy flush creeps up her face and her eyes glisten. She gets on top of your lap to cup your face and kiss you around the eyes. "P-please, $nameGF. Did he.. ?" Her giggle sends shivers down your [[spine|Resolve]]. (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[|]")[(colour: #000000)["Of course not~ I learned //this// from reading the porn books you hid behind your clothes in your apartment. I was still too inexperienced to do this when I was in school."]]

(link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_]") [The light of her eyes extinguishes.] $nameGF stands up from the couch. (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_]") [She is shaking.] "I will show you much more of it, then." $nameGF says and holds her hand in front of you. You give her back the phone and she calls someone. She shows you the ID. It's $nameBully. She is calling //him//! Your body grows hot and sweat pearls off your chin. You want to scream and shout but the air is too thin to support your words. There is a conversation going on right in front of you, but you cannot understand it. "____ meet __ to ____" Like a cornered beast your mind is raging inside your head. Voices scream at you from all sides but they are unable to win against the crushing grip that this vice has on your soul. There is poison in your body, it is killing you, but at the same time there is such pleasure to be had. "I just called him again, we'll meet up soon. So don't wait up, okay?" You follow her movements, like a spectre she gets dressed and goes towards the front door. "Have a safe trip." She does not answer nor look [[back|Dislove]].

Her tears flow freely and drop onto your face. They taste like salt, but also unmistakably like her. The pain! Oh, the pain! You move her off your lap and head back into your atelier. The sight of your paintings makes you laugh. All that time wasted on trivialities. No feelings reside in these paintings. Self-pity? Plenty. Depression? Heaps. But true emotions? None. You tear and howl, canvas after canvas falls apart. “$nameGF, $nameGF! Come!” Behind you $nameGF appears at the doorway. You run up to her and sweep her off her feet. “It’s you! It has to be you!” Your cries of joy bounce off the walls until you stumble and fall to the ground. Still laughing you plant kisses on her feet and up her legs. “It can be no one but //you//, $nameGF.” She cradles your exhausted frame in her arms. Is that wonder you see on her face? Has her insanity finally met its match in your perversion? You kiss and hug, giggle and cuddle until your clothes are shed and laughter turns into moaning. “Please, [[show|Iconography]] me more of your beauty.”

In the end $nameGF went to prison. In her testimony she stated that she acted under duress, seeing how your relationship was at stake due to the threat of blackmail. Time passes and here you find yourself again, in the midst of the letters you have exchanged with her. You write of trivialities, about how much you miss each other, the food you eat, the work you are doing. Your hand does not touch the brush anymore, but instead you have found the pen. A creator remains a creator in a way and now you write novels. The only pictures you keep drawing are in the letters for [[$nameGF|Index]]. (set: $Musings to true) (set: $blood to false) (set: $painting to false)

In the end $nameGF never came back. You were able to stay for two months in her apartment until the police came looking for her. Apparently she went missing. Shortly thereafter you were kicked out when the lease ended. To be back in your own apartment, albeit dusty and small, was somewhat comforting. You had your peace from other humans, the noise let you ignore your own thoughts and you had your paintings. And you kept on painting, and painting. Without fail, without pause. Every day. Now your apartment is full of //her//. Everywhere you look you can see a facette of $nameGF staring back at you. Some are kind and gentle, others mischievous. But most of the paintings show her sad and dejected. There are so many of her pictures, but only so little left of you. The hollowness of your being steadily increasing day after day. You still blame yourself, for pushing her away. Did you believe she would listen to such a request? The sound of the train manages to drown out the voices in your head. Today will not be the day either. You move the finished painting off the easel and reach for a new canvas. There are none left, except for the broken one you kept wrapped up all this time. Unthinking you rip open the covering and take out the ripped pieces of your painting. The blood on it is brown and flaking. Looking at the pieces you recognize the strokes. Too hasty here, her hair doesn't fall that way. No thought put into this part, the muscles on her back are more defined. Mistakes pile onto each other until you can not stop the tears anymore. The only proof of your love you have left for her, destroyed by another (if: $blood is true)[[[man|Judgement]].](else:)[[[man|Index]].] (set: $DisLove to true) (set: $painting to false)

The doorbell rings. You ignore it. It keeps ringing. There is shouting coming from the outside because of the noise but the ringing persists. After your tears run out you go to open the door. It's $nameGF. You can't see most of her features due to a mask, but the way she holds her body, the curve of her eyebrows, the deep abyss of her eyes. "$nameYou, I'm back." You fall to your knees, unbelieving. Her eyes follow you. She moves to pull down the mask. Yes, it is her. How her lips meet, the size of her philtrum- Something heavy and hard lands in your lap. It is a bag. "Y-you've come back." "I did." You crawl back with the bag while she enters your apartment and closes the door behind her. "Go on, open it." You obey and pull open the bag. It is $nameBully. Or rather, his severed head, preserved in a jar. Realisation overcomes you. There can be only one reason for her to come back. After you pushed her away, tried to defile her further. You look up into her dark eyes. One last selfish request on your tongue. "Please, do it while I'm in your arms." She nods. The thin knife sinks in deep between your ribs and pierces your heart. You thought it would hurt more, maybe you hoped it would? But your punishment has arrived, at last. Your vision turns to grey while you can feel your limbs become colder and colder. Being cradled in her arms, however, is [[warm|Index]]. (set: $Judgement to true) (set: $blood to false) (set: $painting to false)

You open the door. A cold draft rushes in by your feet, how long have you been inside this room? $nameGF stands on the treshold, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her hand is still raised and you take hold of it. You lead her into the room, stopping in front of the crudely restored picture. "I made this ... it's supposed to be you." $nameGF is still holding onto your hand, gripping it even. You can feel her trembling. "For the longest time this is how I've seen you. An unattainable beauty ... too good for me." Her head snaps around, you can sense it. But you don't feel ready to look at her, yet. Instead your eyes trace the lines on the painting, every gash in the canvas reminding you of what has been done to her. Done with her? Done for //you//? "Seeing those pictures of you ... hurt. I still struggle to combine them with the image I had of you in my head ..." Having fully sorted your thoughts you finally look at her. Her eyes are still full of tears, overflowing and running down her cheeks. <hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [//I still love her.//]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) [//It's too much for me.//]] (click: ?Choice1)["But even this imperfect image of you is still perfect. Still beautiful." $nameGF stares at you. Is it debelief, or relief? "Y-you don't hate me?" You shake your head. "No, just as you said you were weak before I am weak right now. If anything ... I hate myself for enjoying it." You point down towards your crotch. $nameGF follows your finger with her eyes and blushes. "Am I just confused?" Her other hand holds your cheek and you let it happen. "We can work [[this|Iconography]] out. But first you need to rest." (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)["I don't think I can do it." You let go of her hand and head towards the door. "Wh-where are you going?" Her whimpering halts your steps. You do not turn around. "I think it'd be best if I live by myself ... for a while." You aren't even able to get past the treshold before blinding pain explodes at the back of your head. "$nameYou is just confused. He will come back to his senses. I just need to look after him. Only $nameBully is to blame. I will have to punish him. This time he will die. I will not be weak again. My weakness caused all of this. It made $nameYou weak as well. I will protect you this time, $nameYou. Just you and me, no one else. I will love you until the [[end|Fool]]. This time I will be strong enough." (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]

Sometimes you still ask yourself what you have done to deserve this kind of punishment. Everytime $nameGF comes into the atelier you also ask her that. Was it a lack of love? All she would do is smile and shake her head. She would feed you, wash you, kiss you, sometimes make love to you and then leave you again. Some days (?) weeks (?) months (?) years (?) ago she showed you small black and white pictures. "It's our child." You cannot remember anymore what you felt at that point. Solitude and darkness have been too much for your soul. Again the door opens, light comes flooding in. Two shapes stand at the threshold, one tall and one short. "Go on, go to him." The smaller person walks over to you. You recoil at its touch at first, but it is warm and you are too weak to resist. Short arms reach around your head and hold you close. "Mother told me all about you. How you're too sick to go out and how you sometimes hurt the ones you love." The sweet whispers of a girl. Her words reach you, but you are filled with such dread. "But Mother loves you too much. As do I. In the future, when Mother is gone, I will be here for you, Father." You are kissed on the forehead. Fear turns into panic but then the last threads of your sanity unravel, to save yourself. At least in Hell you would have been able to hope for salvation. Salvation which cannot be found in this [[atelier|Index]]. (set: $Fool to true) (set: $blood to false) (set: $painting to false)

(if: $painting is true)[ "Wouldn't you like to know~" $nameGF seats herself high up on your hips, making her weight push you down further into the couch. Her mischievous smile is on full display. "Wouldn't you rather want to know if $nameBully did //more// things to me?" ...! "Oh~ $nameYou, the face you're making right now is too amazing. I might not be able to control myself~" She leans down to kiss you again. "Promise me, show me more of your faces. I'll do anything you want just to catch another glimpse." Caught in this soft prison you can only nod and grab her by the hips. Your dick is suddenly brimming with life again and you try to lift her up. $nameGF obliges and angles you with her hands so you can penetrate her. She touches her lower belly. "You're way harder today~ And you came so much earlier as well. Is this such a turn-on for you?" Out of breath you continue to drive your pelvis upwards. Every thrust makes her bounce and gasp until she needs to hold onto the couch for support. "Yes, just like that, $nameYou!" One last push forces you over the top. You arch your back, lifting $nameGF from the couch and ejaculating everything you have left into her. $nameGF leans down to kiss you and lick around your eyes. Breathing heavily she drapes herself over you. "$nameGF ... please..." You are the first to break the silence. $nameGF supports herself on your chest so she can look you in the eyes. "Did I tease you too much? I looked up this //condition// of yours and teasing came up a lot." "The truth.." $nameGF squirms and buries her face behind her hands. "You're too cute when you're like this, I just can't help it~ But no, it was that blowjob and nothing else. I promise. I would and will never lie to you." She says after pulling down her hands, her face still completely flushed and eyes hazy. With the last of your strength you hug her, unable to do more before you drift off into [[sleep|Route 1 - Checkpoint 1]].](else:)[Somehow she knows! Which words to say! How to act! How to drive you mad! You embrace her and push her backwards. She giggles coyly and reaches down to angle your still hard member so you can penetrate her. "Tell me, did he do this as well?" You ask and drive your hips forward. Her folds give away, enveloping you tightly. "Wouldn't you like to know~~?" $nameGF coos and wraps her legs around your waist. The tightness within your chest starts to burn, but it is a good pain. "Do you really believe he would leave it at a blowjob?" Her mischievous grin goads you on. You put your whole weight into every thrust, driving them as deep as you can. "Oh~ ah~ that alley was so empty~ He could have easily had his way with me~" More than pain it is pure fire that runs through you. You tuck your head into the nook of her neck so you can hear more of her siren song. "You are stronger than him back then~ but who knows how it will work out in the present? I would be powerless to resist him~" An image flashes before your mind's eye and you clench your teeth. With one last mighty push you bury yourself into her. Skin to skin you shiver in unison until you both go limp. After a while of $nameGF brushing your hair she speaks again. "Hey, $nameYou, let's move to the [[bed|Route 2 - Checkpoint 1]]..." ] (set: $extras1 to true)

Setting the necessary flags. . . . [[Done!|Bloodline]]  (set: $blood to true) (set: $painting to true) (set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse")) (set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon")) (set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken")) (set: $extras1 to true)

Setting the necessary flags. . . . [[Done!|Preparations]]  (set: $blood to true) (set: $painting to false) (set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse")) (set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon")) (set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken")) (set: $extras1 to true)

The brush moves with absolute accuracy. Every line you see appears on the canvas. Perfect thickness. Perfect placement. Perfectly soulless. Commission work is dull, but it pays the bills if push comes to shove. While your body works your head is brimming with compositions and their variations. Anatomy, lightning, how fabrics knit and flow. You place $nameGF onto the canvas, splay out her limbs, contort her body into nigh impossible shapes, put every part of her on full display, touch her with a myriad of hands. Maybe you should take up sculpting stone instead of painting? (if: $painting is false) [Maybe take the hammer and bash $nameBully's sku-](else:)[Maybe take the chisel and excise the tum-] A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality. The canvas is blank? There's a cool sensation running down your chin. You wipe at it, it's your own saliva. "Huh?" You're back home? And $nameGF is standing next to you? "Dinner is ready." You follow her to the kitchen. "Uh ... how long?" "How long you were drooling for while staring at the canvas? Right after you came back from work. You didn't even say anything. You just headed straight into the atelier." Food is placed in front of you and you eat. "Work? Oh. The commission ... yes. I'm done with it. He was satisfied as well and told me he'd commission me again in the future." "And when would that be?" "He said something about his daughter? I can't remember, he'll call me first or write a letter, like usual. I think." Before you can go and put away your dishes $nameGF points towards the table. "Sit." Naturally you comply. "You've been a mess these last couple of days. What is on your mind?" Too much it seems. You've been avoiding her. This has to stop. "It's the pictures you showed me. I can't stop thinking about them. I can still see them when I close my eyes.(if: $painting is true)[ Then I start imagining how it would've looked from different perspectives. I have already filled pages upon pages with sketches.]" Your eyes leave the table and move towards her face. "And every time I think about it, I get so turned on again. I'm growing obsessed with this. With this idea that you were touched by another man. With seeing you do these things with $nameBully again. And once I get to that point again painting becomes so easy." $nameGF is wearing her perfect poker face. "Why him?" Yes indeed, why him? Why not anyone else? "Without him I wouldn't have found out about this. And I think not doing it with him ... it just wouldn't be the same?" "It wouldn't be the same?" "I'd rather it be him than some stranger." Her face remains unreadable. Now or never. "Will you show me again? Make me feel these feelings again?" $nameGF reaches for your hands on the table. "If you wish for it this much, I [[will|Wille]]. I will do it. Anywhere, anytime. I will prove my love for you over and over and over again. Just tell me whenever. We can start off with those pictures again, and this time I'll tell you everything." And your plea is heard.

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{(link:"Save slot 1 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot C"))[ $nameGF: Those are some nice sketches, let me see. (Game saved) [[Proceed|Preparations]] ](else: )[ $nameGF: What, I can't look at these? (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Preparations]] ] ]} {(link:"Save slot 2 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot D"))[ $nameGF: Some of my hair? For a project? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Preparations]] ](else: )[ $nameGF: You want //what// to make paint from? (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Preparations]] ] ]} No references needed to draw her? At all? It's all in your head? Well, if you say so. ([[Proceed without saving|Preparations]])

{(link:"Save slot 1 Route 1: `___path`")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ $nameGF: Did you enjoy yourself? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Bloodline]] ](else: )[ $nameGF: This isn't happening ... (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Bloodline]] ] ]} {(link:"Save slot 2 Route 1: `___path`")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot B"))[ $nameGF: Are you keeping a diary, $nameYou? Can I see? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Bloodline]] ](else: )[ $nameGF: I can't read your handwriting ... (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Bloodline]] ] ]} What do you mean you can remember it all? What? It's just like the way you don't need any references when you draw her face? ([[Proceed without saving|Bloodline]]) [[Index]]

Route End Bring me [[back|Index]]. Let me [[save|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]]. <hr> (link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Commentary `#1`]") [ Hey, Muse-Anon here. Stuff got a little bit weird and we got stuck on Rape-Namek, didn't we? I'm not too fond of this sub-route myself, but I figured I'd rather leave it in than to delete it, or rewrite it again. From a character standpoint I think it made sense for things to escalate this drastically? $nameGF was given the "go" order à la carte blanche to do whatever she wanted (except for murder (if: $turnedON is true)[- depending on ending choice -]) with $nameBully and it kinda took off from there. From a technical standpoint I am rather satisfied with how the video part played out, even though I wanted to have a bit more reactivity. Sadly it wasn't something I could implement in an elegant way. I don't think I'll do it like NTSQuest-Anon and port the game to sugarcube, though. However I do think that I will be reusing the format of having a "true" path through a segment with branching sub-routes leading into endings. Thank you for your [[time|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].]

Route End Bring me [[back|Index]]. Let me [[save|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]]. <hr> (link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Commentary `#1,5`]") [ Hey, Muse-Anon here. Originally I planned for the flags set during this sub-route to carry over into later sub-routes, but all the scenarios I could think of were ones in which the MC just feeds NTR delusions in his head. This is a problem because I wouldn't enjoy writing it. Maybe I'll think of a solution later on and rewrite this sub-route into something more interesting. Thank you for your [[time|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].]

Recollections [[Sketchbook]] feMC POV (if: $extras1 is true)[Internal Monologue [[#1|Monologue #1]] [[#2|Monologue #2]] ] Return to [[Index]]

//sketchbook#1 - annotated references// Eyes, pgs. 1-19 dark limbal rings long lashes, thick large irises gaze, warm, piercing, searching, cold, angry brow movement eyelids concept, glasses? Nose, pgs. 20 cute scrunched nostrils, flared Lips/Mouth, pgs. 21-25 delicate curves, philtrum shape tongue, long concept, filler, plump mouth, teeth smile, incisors, canines concept, larger canines Ears, pgs. 25-26 pierced, left lobe and tragus, right lobe noticeable blush Cheeks, pgs. 27-28 cheekbones comparison then, now Hair, pgs. 29-34 bouncy movement hairstyles, updo, ponytail, curls, twintails, the usual Body, Overview pgs. 35-45 lithe range of motion muscle definition then, now ribcage then, now abdomen then, now bone structure? x-ray after accident, x-ray six months later Chest, pgs. 46-49 breasts squeezed, held up, pushed down, held apart size comparison then, now curve comparison then, now mole proportions, areolae-to-breast ratio Back, pgs. 50-51 groove of the back detailed muscle definition dimples, less and more visible Abdomen, pgs. 51-59 relaxed vs. flexed navel iliac crest, cross-referenced with x-ray theoretical, distention? striae? Crotch, pgs. 60-65 different styles of pubic hair, preferred ones labiae spread, resting, aroused urinating theoretical, unkempt theoretical, egg-laying Anus, pg. 66 spread buttocks barely hidden by g-string theoretical, distended theoretical, egg-laying theoretical, unkempt pubes Legs, pgs. 67-70 buttocks meeting hamstrings buttocks while legs flexed, extended, rotated muscle definition thighs then, now size comparison then, now calves in flexion, extension squatting stretching spread out Feet, pgs. 71-73 heels sole, extension, flexion toes, splayed, curled toenails, nail-clippings Arms, pgs. 74-75 slight hyperextension rotation range of movement shoulders, elbow, wrists Hands, pgs. 76-90 single hand poses two hand poses fingers poses gestures flexibility exercises //sketchbook#2// Route 1 Window [[ |Window]] (link: "v1")[(set: $date to true)(goto: "Window")] (link: "v2")[(set: $rapist to true)(goto: "Window")] Route 2 Ruler [[ |Uniform]] (link: "v1")[(set: $thing to true)(goto: "Uniform")] (link: "v2")[(set: $ntri to true)(goto: "Uniform")] Return to [[Extras]]

You can feel her wide grin next to your face without even having to turn your head. She nibbles on your jaw, leaving small bite marks. "Sorry, $nameYou, I might not be able to control myself. I might turn //him// into my pet after all. Or an insect, and then stomp him out." You hug her tighter around the waist. "That's fine ... as long as you keep yourself out of harm's way." $nameGF touches your face to bring it closer. "Yes, of course. I promise. But how about I make good on my [[other promise|Intimacy]] from earlier first?" (set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +2)) (set: $hatred to true)

$nameGF hums and turns around to straddle you in the bathtub. Her arms reach out and she presses her chest against your face. "Tell me. Why?" Her voice is close to inaudible. <hr>|Choice1>["It just sounded like he was in a lot of pain."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["I'm feeling a little bit insecure after seeing you do that."] (click: ?Choice1)[ $nameGF's embrace tightens, her heartbeat becomes louder as well. "Oh $nameYou, your kindness is so loveable." Her purring in addition to the warm water nearly lulls you to sleep. "But it's wasted on him. As I have told you before, he is an animal, and mercy is for humans." Her hands drift across your body, fingers pausing now and then over old scars. "What kind of human would prey on his own kin? Torture and disfigure them?" You snap out of it after $nameGF's words make their way into your brain. She isn't wrong, the bullying did escalate. But that was so long ago, wasn't it? "$nameGF, those scars are old and don't hurt anymore. All because of you." She turns your face towards her. "But what about these bruises? They might not scar but //he//, someone //else// touched you! I know what you felt when you saw those pictures of me. I know. You might be strong enough to deal with it in a loving way, but my love is only for you. I want to visit every imaginable suffering upon him for doing this to you. And even if I have to sleep with him to achieve that, I will do it." To stare into the abyss and see love at its bottom. //Still, more of this [[violence|Swap]] will get her into trouble.// (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[ That one caught her off guard. $nameGF relaxes her hug. "What? Insecure?" "I mean ... have you always wanted to do that? The restraints ... and stuff?" Your girlfriend closes her eyes and shakes her head ever so slightly. "Are you actually jealous of how I punished him?" "... you looked like you enjoyed it." The faint blush on $nameGF's cheeks darkens. "I did enjoy it, yes. Seeing him squirm and listening to his screams ... there are also more things I want to try out. So how about we do some of them together?" "That would be nice." "Anything else?" She really doesn't miss a thing. "One more ... that hip thing you did? Can we do that as well?" $nameGF only (link: "laughs")[(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +1))(set: $dominatrix to true)(set: $swap to false)(goto: "Intimacy")] and nods. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]][[ |Intimacy]]

An idea comes to you. "If you liked bullying him so much ... why don't you do some femdom-play next?" $nameGF smiles. "You're blushing~ Are you interested in BDSM?" It's no use to lie. "A little bit ..." "And you want me to do it with //him// first?" She does have a point. "Just so I can be sure if I actually want to try it myself ... ?" $nameGF leans close. "So he's just a [[test subject|Intimacy]] in the end? Yes, that works~" (set: $swap to true) (set: $sociopath to 2)

(if: $date1 is true)[ The train ride takes you from the inner city out towards the residential area. The lit carriage gives away the night and your breath condenses from the cold. You thank $nameGF for her foresight as you pull the muffler around your neck. The house you arrive at is surrounded by tall, well-kept hedges.](else:)[You should have worn more clothes, is your first thought as you race down the street. Following that a litany of curses run through your mind. You should have waited at the metro station. Or taken a taxi. Now you're most definitely late. Looming houses, all white, disappear behind your field of view. Everything looks the same. There! She left the front gate open. Wheezing and sweating you read the nameplate. It's the right house.] You slip in from the front and move around to the garden. $nameGF told you that $nameBully's room opens to the back with a tall sliding window door, right around the corner of the house, and his bed would be on a diagonal, giving you a front row seat. (if: $date1 is true)[Judging from the bright light shining onto the grass they're already inside. You peer around the corner and catch a glimpse of $nameBully's back. He's blocking your view and seems to be holding onto something. Someone, $nameGF. His hands are around her shoulders. There is a short struggle and she breaks free. $nameBully stumbles backwards, causing $nameGF to notice you. There is a spark in her eyes and she presses her index finger to her lips while saying something, smiling. $nameBully sits down and starts to undress while she leaves the room. And you wait, hidden behind the corner and counting the stars to try and calm your racing heart. The light changes, becoming warmer and dimmer. Shadows grow longer over the grass and start to move. After a deep breath you peek around the corner again. It's déjà vu. $nameGF's makeup is gone and just like in the pictures she's sucking on a dick again. Only this time with a smile around her lips. And she's naked. $nameBully's back is still turned towards you, half leaning against the wall and the window. One arm rests on his forehead, hand clenched. His other hand is placed on $nameGF's head. With every move she makes he shudders in response. The belt falls away and you expose your hard member to the cold. It should feel cold, at least, but your crotch is one solid mass of heat. Shuffling on your knees you get closer to the glass. Close enough for $nameGF's eyes to focus on you again. She winks and you have to support yourself on the window. A jolt of panic runs through you but $nameBully shows no signs of having noticed anything. $nameGF pulls the cock from her mouth and gives it a kiss on the shaft before swallowing it again. Your own strokes become frenzied. Your eyes start to hurt from the cold. But you cannot blink. You must not. $nameGF closes her eyes and knits her brows. The bobbing of her head stops and $nameBully shakes violently. Once, twice, becoming completely still after the third spasm. Your movements come to a halt, unable to continue further as your dick jumps in your hand. At the last moment you manage to angle it down into the grass. Your own convulsions run to the tip of your glans, muddling pain with pleasure, leaving behind a murky puddle of semen on the grass. In front of your eyes $nameGF stands up and grabs a tissue. $nameBully's semen drips into it until most of it has left her mouth. She disposes of it and licks her lips. Her eyes find you kneeling on the lawn, panting for air. Again her index finger moves to her lips. You nod and roll over to get behind the corner. The stars are still out. Even lying on your back and taking deep breaths will not make the choking pressure disappear from your chest. What the fuck was //that// blowjob? Unbelievable. You would have to ask $nameGF to do that to you as well. After somewhat calming down you move towards the window again. The glass is already fogging up from the bottom. Not that high, but you must have missed something. The warm glow has become even fainter, barely lighting up anything. You kneel down to press your head against the glass. ](else:)[Judging from the fogged up glass they must have already begun. You move closer while kneeling to look inside. The light is still on and $nameBully is tied to his bed, head pointing towards the window, completely naked. How did she do //that//? $nameGF is leaning against the doorframe, completely naked as well. Her clothes are folded into a neat pile and lie on the table. You must have attracted her attention. She winks and begins to move. A blister of pills is revealed. One hits the table, blue. Grabbing it she tries to push it into $nameBully's mouth. He resists and shouts while snapping at her hand. The window is too thick to properly hear him. Lightning arcs through the air as $nameGF pulls out a stun gun. All movement ceases for a moment until she moves it in front of him, ever closer to his crotch, nearly touching his flaccid penis. Your own eyes grow wide. This is wrong. So wrong. Your girlfriend is about to rape someone and you are standing outside the window, watching it unfold. $nameBully relents and lets the pill fall into his mouth, followed by some water. He swallows and sticks out his tongue for inspection. $nameGF hovers over his face and nods. You can watch $nameBully's dick grow taller as the pill takes effect. While she's waiting $nameGF looks around the room and picks up her phone to take some pictures. Mostly angles of $nameBully but also of his furniture and other belongings. As she moves to the window your eyes meet and she winks. She squats down to plant a kiss on the glass, leaving a print of her lipstick. Something is unfamiliar. She is clean-shaven. Your phone vibrates. Another message. You look down to check it. //You're late!! (＃＞＜) But you made it for the main event (♡°▽°♡)// You look up just in time to see $nameGF climb onto the bed, balancing herself right above $nameBully's erection. Your pants fall away. Just as her lower lips meet his tip $nameGF reaches back and hits the switch. The light goes out, leaving you stranded in the blackness of the night. You press your head against the window. You have to watch for as long as possible. Slowly your eyes adapt to the darkness, there is some light left, filtering in from the hallway. ]And then you see movement. Your breath escapes, fogging up everything in front of your face. Too scared to wipe at it you stand up to your full height, angling yourself away from the window. (if: $date1 is true)[She's facing you, again. The sweat on $nameGF's body catches the last of the dull light, outlining her curves. Her hands are on $nameBully's chest, pressing against it for support as she slams down her hips over and over again. Her rhythm is fast, frantic. As if she was searching for her own pleasure. A pang of shame hits you. Of course she should be feeling pleasure. It is only fair, right? ](else:)[The faint light reveals $nameGF, outlining the curves of her butt and her back. She is slowly grinding her hips in a circular motion, wholly unfamiliar to you. Has she ever done that with you before? Following that she begins to bob up and down, impaling herself with shallow strokes which become longer and longer until she stops, jolting in place. Her hands reach for something and her phone screen lights up. Even through the cold light you can see her blush, how her hair sticks to her forehead, wet from sweat, the hardness of her nipples casting shadows. And most of all, her eyes. They are sparkling. The notification of your own phone nearly doesn't register with you. //I could get used to this (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)// ] You can't resist any longer. You have to fully see her. Forehead to glass, eyes wide open and breath held you try to watch for as long as possible. $nameGF catches sight of your struggle and leans back, baring her whole body to you. Showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. His hips shoot upward to follow her. She smirks and pulls further and further away from $nameBully until he's forced to arch his back. It nearly slips out just before she drives herself down again. Her hazy, lustful eyes are the last thing you see just as your breath fails and the window fogs up. (if: $date1 is true)[ Robbed of sight you press your ear against the glass. "Aahn~ Oh yes~" $nameGF's moaning is faint, but still discernible. And you go at it with both hands. Every move pushing you further into the sweet agony. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" $nameBully's hissing is desperate, as if he was failing. "Come on, you talked such big game earlier~" $nameGF drawls and gasps. "Ah- Still got some life left, huh? Come on, give it to me, then! Do it~ Surrender! Give up!" She spurs him on and $nameBully lets out a guttural moan. "There we go~" $nameBully grunts and sighs. Then nothing. You press your ear against the door as hard as you can, until you are afraid of breaking the glass. Steps, you can hear steps and the door to the garden slides open.](else:)[ Robbed of sight you press your ear against the window. "Oh, God! Please let me cum!" $nameBully's desperate plea is somewhat muffled by the glass but you can still hear the action going on inside. Every slap reverberates through the window, further sending shivers down your spine. "Please, it hurts! It hurts! Just untie my dick!" $nameGF's laughter is high. "No." Her verdict is cruel. "Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" "Silence." You can hear $nameBully sputtering and croaking, as if something is forced down his throat. "It hurts doesn't it? Get used to it~ This is punishment after all." "WHY?!" "I will let you cum ... if you figure it out yourself." Your knees give out and you slide down the glass. The friction emits a squealing sound but you don't care anymore. You want to see it as well. Witness the terrible beauty $nameGF must be displaying right now. "What the fu-" "Focus! Only on me. Tell me what I want to hear." "FUCK! It's because I tired to blackmail you, right? I'm sorry! Just let me cum! It hurts! So much!" $nameGF says something that is too low to make it through the glass and is then completely drowned out by $nameBully's wailing. It persists for a long time until it turns to whimpering. Breathing hard you can hear steps closing in on you. The door to the garden slides open.] $nameGF emerges into the night and instantly finds you. (if: $date1 is true)[Her naked body is covered in sweat, making her glisten. Droplets run down her curves into rivulets towards her crotch and down her legs. //She shaved.// A filled condom lands at her feet as she gets closer to you, both of her hands reaching for your dick. Her fingers are hot. "Did you enjoy the show?" Her gentle touch becomes firmer. She peels you back and encircles the base of your tip while her other hand moves under your crotch. The warmth seeps into your body, leaving you unable to speak. "How many times have you cum so far?" You hold up one finger. "So you still got some left for me~ Come on, before he wakes up." Her tongue traces your jaw. "No need to hold back~" $nameGF licks around your ear. "Do it whenever~" Your hands grab onto her for support. $nameGF continues to whisper to you as you empty yourself into her grasp. "Just like this~ more, more~" Exhausted you sink to the grass. She raises her stained hand to let your semen drip down onto her waiting tongue. After it's mostly clean again she points to her belly. "Look, you've marked me." She scoops up the last strays with a smile and licks her fingers clean. "Finally that taste has left my mouth. I'll get dressed and call a [[taxi|Bath, again]]."] (else:)[Two steps is all it takes for her to stand in front of you. She is dressed again and the makeup is gone. The only evidence left is her somewhat dishevelled hair along with the hazy veil over her eyes. And the filled condom that flies onto the lawn. "I already called the taxi, but are you ok? Are you cold? Did you cum, yet?" The sudden concern in her voice is jarring right after listening to her through the window. You can still hear $nameBully's moans of pain coming from inside the house. Despite that your member stands erect, twitching at $nameGF's questions. She notices and grins. Her foot comes closer to your dick, the tip of her low-heel poking against the shaft. "I guess that's a no, since you came too late~ Want me to help you?" "Y-yes." $nameGF drops to her knees with a smile and swallows your penis. Her mouth is scalding hot and you nearly melt away instantly. Your tip is nestled into her cheek and rubs against her gums and teeth. There is pain, but no discomfort. Watching your reactions $nameGF smiles and pokes her stuffed cheek with a finger, slowly drawing a circle. You fall back onto the grass and cover your eyes. Your hips shake, trying to push further into her mouth. "Hand." You reach out at her call and your fingers interlace. The warmth further spreads until you cannot discern between your bodies anymore. With a squeeze of her hand you finally dissolve. The noise of loud swallowing and slurping reaches you but it's hard to hold on to your consciousness. Before you slip away $nameGF is on top of your chest, holding your face in her hands. "Yes, show me more of this face~" She whispers and gets even closer. "I'd love to devour you right here and now, but the taxi is arriving soon. But once we're [[back|Bath, again]] home..."]

(if: $date1 is true)[$nameGF is on you the moment you step into the bedroom. "No foreplay today, $nameYou." She commands but you can't help yourself. The spot she likes to be kissed at right above the navel, a small peck on the neck- "Do! As I say." $nameGF pulls you up to give you a stern look. No point in being cute tonight, it seems. You turn her around and she arches her back while pressing herself against you. Supporting yourself against the bed you plunge inside.](if: $rapist is true)[You don't even manage to get out of the bathroom before $nameGF is on you. While drying each other off she throws down a towel and gently guides you onto it. "On the tiles?" "Can't wait anymore, hands." She ties her used panties around your wrists before pushing your arms out of the way. "Won't they get ruined like this?" "I would've thrown them away anyway. Comfortable?" As comfortable as one can be on the floor. You nod. $nameGF looks onto you with a dangerous smile. "Then let me tell you how I got into his house~" She seats herself on your hips. Your hardening erection pressing against her entrance. "I came in through the front. He even opened the door to greet me after I sent him a message. It was so easy to get in. And once he turned his back on me~ They make powerful tasers nowadays, one pulse was all it took for him to fall to the floor." Satisfied with how hard your dick has gotten she inserts it herself.] The warmth you enjoyed in the bath is nothing against the boiling heat you're subjected to now. (if: $date1 is true)[There is no time to enjoy it for too long, though. $nameGF starts moving by herself and you try to match her rhythm. Fast and shallow. You shift your arms so you can use one hand to stimulate her from the front as well. Her legs give out nearly immediately and she drops to the bed, moaning and twitching. "... from the front now ..." $nameGF's voice is muffled by the pillow. With some slight exertion you turn her around. Doing it from behind while only supporting yourself with one arm does take a toll on the lower back. No rest for the wicked, though, her legs wrap around you and pull you closer. "$nameYou, make a mess of me today~ Hit all the spots that no one else knows of ~" //Yet.// You push forward, making more and more of her give away. Her nails are on your back, dragging across the skin. //Yet.// If this goes on, will $nameBully see her like this as well? The way she breathes? The tremors running through her body? Inhale her sweet scent? "Eyes on me, $nameYou~" $nameGF moans. Her arms draw you in for a kiss. "No zoning off, focus on me." You redouble your efforts. Her legs relax, allowing for longer, more forceful strokes. With some gentle pressure on her lower belly she starts shaking again, tightening rhythmically around you. "Haah, I'm getting close." "Inside, ah~n, do it inside." Your whispered conversation is drowned out by more moaning and gasping. Her legs close around your body while her arms keep you close as you shiver and jerk. "My ... you're still twitching." Unable to speak, you can only nod and rub your head against her chest. Her hands move through your hair until you finally go limp. Listening to her steady heartbeat nearly puts you to sleep. A persistent voice prevents you from fully drifting off, though. //Clean up. Then sleep.// And you forgot to spread out a blanket beforehand. You manage to slide out from her embrace and go towards the bathroom. "Just grab a big towel, it's fine." $nameGF's voice lures you back to the bedroom. You wipe her down before spreading out the towel over the stained sheets. The day must have really drained her, she's already [[asleep|Caught]].](if: $rapist is true)["I dragged him to his bed and tied him up. But since you weren't there yet I had time to explore his parents' house. I took lots of pictures as well, good material." "Material - ah - for what?" $nameGF movements are slow and methodical, dragging you around her insides at a snail's pace. "Blackmail, of course. A total social death if he dares to come close to you again. He doesn't actually have a lot of friends in uni, you know? Trouble fitting in because he spent three years just being a bum."(if: $sociopath is >2)[ Her movements stop and $nameGF looks down on you, most of her gaze hidden behind long lashes. "You squirm just like him ..."] The motion changes. Instead of long strokes you are engulfed up to the hilt and her hips begin to roll around. "Oh, you really like this angle~" Her hips push forward, pressing your tip hard against her walls.(if: $swap is true)[ "I did this to him, too, but your reaction is so much better~" She rocks back and forth, applying more and more pressure each time.] "You came just at the right time, though, I was about to lose my patience. That pill worked way too well. It felt like I was impaling myself on a sword." You open your mouth to speak but her hand shoots forward, three fingers pressing down on your tongue. "Oh no, $nameYou~ I'm talking right now." A hot blush creeps up your face. This kind of play might not be too bad. Your lips close around her fingers and you slide your tongue around them, making sure to lick as much of her skin as you can. $nameGF's expression changes, becoming less composed, almost captivated. "You listen so well~" Her fingers withdraw from your mouth to caress your cheek. "A reward is in order." The movement of her hips changes again and you're ground into the floor. Every twist of her pelvis further turns you into mush until you have to clench your teeth to hold on. Her hands play over your taut muscles as she leans close. "Are you close? Are you holding back for me? Oh~ that's so cute~ Ok, you can do it now, cum for me. Cum~ cum~ cum~" One last turn of her hips sets you off. The gyrations don't stop, however. Pleasure keeps assaulting you from all directions until your vision nearly turns to white. Cloth rips and your arms are free again. You finally grab hold of $nameGF and manage to halt her movements until you're spent. "... mercy, mercy ..." $nameGF giggles at your moans but she relents nonetheless. "[[Granted|Caught]]." She plucks the rest of her ripped panties from your wrists and guides you towards the bedroom.] (set: $demon to true)

The ride back is rather uneventful. Neither of you speak much after what has happened. Instead you hold hands and $nameGF rests against your shoulder. Today's activities must have taken it out of her. She hands you the keys as you exit the taxi, still rubbing her eyes. As soon as you enter the apartment her clothes fly through the air and land on the ground. Is she picking up bad habits? "Come on, let's take a bath together,(if: $date1 is true)[ you must be cold." Warm water pours over you. $nameGF washes your back before she ushers you into the large bathtub. Her own cleaning ritual is more thorough.](else:)[ you must be freezing. Why didn't you wear more?" $nameGF helps you shower and and wash your back before she ushers you into the large bathtub. "Your whole body is cold." "I forgot ... I was too excited. Nervous? Aroused?" She laughs, the same high giggle from before, but kinder.] "Hand me that." She points towards a small washcloth. It has a rough texture. "Thanks. Now to scrub off~" It takes her quite some time until she is finally satisfied with her own state of cleanliness. You point out that she's completely shaved now instead of sporting the tidy trim she's usually so fond of. "Want to feel it? Here." It's not completely smooth. There's somewhat of a stubble left which scratches against your fingers. You can also see a slight redness, reminding you of how rough she was. Thin threads fall away as you retract your fingers. "But why?" "I would have felt dirtier otherwise and shaved myself right now." $nameGF states, her eyes somewhat blank. "Dirty?" "Yes, every part of me that was touched by him is dirty and must be cleansed. I would shave my head as well, but I think that would be too distressing for you. Unless you want me to? Do you want to watch me shave my pubes the next time? Dirty. Another pang of regret hits you. She immediately picks up on your mood and joins you in the bath, nestling herself between your legs and leaning against your chest. (if: $date1 is true)["Don't beat yourself up over it. I made some progress as well." "Progress?" "Oh yes~ $nameBully is surprisingly talkative if you give him the time of day." Her head leans back and you touch lips. "He's absolutely //vulnerable//." The way she says that word. But still, you want to know more. "What happened during your date?" "This and that. He mostly ate up my lies one after another." "What kind of lies?" "Only one concerning you. I told him you're stuck inside your atelier all the time and won't give me any attention. ^^You could actually spend more time with me when you're not making progress, you know? Just look at me instead of that blank canvas.^^ You can't believe how fast he was all over me." All over her, //how//? "Oh~ what's that at my back~ Are you imagining things again?" "What happened?" $nameGF closes her eyes and hums. "Oh yes, he tried to hold my hand." "And?" "Off limits, of course." But what about inside his room? "I saw you struggle with him..." Ah, that glint in her eyes. It's back. "I went to brush my teeth after that happened. Oh my~" $nameGF turns around to straddle you in the bathtub. Her stubble prickling against your hardening member. "I guess I won't need to tell you what happened afterwards... " She leans close and whispers into your ear. "I might have gotten his taste out of my mouth, but how about you clean me up on the //inside// as well, $nameYou? Once we're in bed." Your answer couldn't be clearer as $nameGF keeps rubbing herself against you. If $nameBully is vulnerable, then what are you? "But first we need to bathe properly, wouldn't want you to [[catch|Intimacy]] a cold."](else:)["It's ok, no need to dwell on this." $nameGF rests her head on your shoulder. She sighs and her body relaxes on top of yours. "But tell me, did you like it? How I punished $nameBully? I think I understand now. What bullies feel like when they torment someone. Someone who they think is beneath them. It sent such a tingle through me, I got so wet." Her voice is so cheerful and she pushes your hand into her crotch, guiding your fingers to feel around. "I got him to apologise, did you hear it? His screams were so loud that I undid the restraints around his dick. I could feel each spurt of his semen strike against the condom." Her breathing becomes more and more agitated. "And you know what was the best? I did it for you, and you were there. I had your blessing to hurt him. And he still hasn't apoligized to you, yet. So I will go back. I will make him say sorry to you." Both of her arms are now around your head, pulling you closer. "What do I do, $nameYou, I might get addicted to this. Did you like it? Was this what you wanted? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me." You hug her around the waist, as if that would be enough for an answer. <hr>"Yeah, I [[enjoyed|Tendency]] it." "It was ... too [[extreme|Switch Stance]]."]

Time passes and interests change. $nameGF had to commit more of her time on studying so you did your best to support her. More chores around the condo, more days on which you would do the cooking, more time spent not thinking about her past with $nameBully. Surprisingly you never saw him again. Neither did $nameGF say anything about what happened with him. Well, not like it's important, right? You managed to work through the issue, albeit with some temporary confusions, and your relationship stayed intact. She is, however, late for dinner today. She is not answering her phone, either. Strange. After waiting for an hour you wrap everything up. While walking through the hallway the door unlocks. $nameGF crosses the threshold and you can see two people in uniform behind her. Policemen. "Thank you for your time, please do not leave the city in the next couple of weeks, in case we need to bring you in for more questioning." $nameGF merely nods and the policemen touch their caps before departing. You slowly approach her. "Is everything alright?" She turns around with a smile on her lips. "Of course, they just had some questions for me." Her eyes, however, stay cold. "Ok ... I'll heat up dinner, just get changed and we can eat together." Questioning from the police? What could this be about? You can tell she's worried ... or just tired from a long day at uni. Dinner is mostly held in silence and $nameGF only speaks again once you're washing the dishes. "You don't want to know why the police talked to me?" "Well ... I figured you would tell me if it was important or if you were in trouble." $nameGF seems conflicted. After muttering something under her breath she sighs and spreads her arms. "Hug." //Someone is cuddly today.// Well, whatever is going on, she'll tell you when the time is [[right|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]]. (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[ RIGHT? ]")[R I G H T ? ?] (set: $Motive to true) (set: $date1 to false)

(if: $cowardice is true)[You sit down in a neighbouring park and close your eyes. There's the laughter of children around you, chasing each other. Thought you were ready, huh? In the end you backed off, unable to commit. What is $nameGF going to say? You relax for some time until you can hear steps approaching from behind. "Having fun, $nameYou?" $nameGF looks just as she did before. Her clothes are still neat and tidy, her makeup isn't smudged, her hair is still in place. Nothing has changed. "Even waiting for you is enjoyable." She giggles and sits down next to you. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" "No, following you around all day was way too much." $nameGF gets closer and snuggles up against your arm. "What a shame~ I was looking forward to showing off." //Was she looking forward to having sex with him?// You suppress that thought. Surely not(link-reveal:".")[..?] <hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) ["I don't think I want to do this after all."]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) ["I think I'll just stay at home the next time."]] (click: ?Choice1)[$nameGF perks up next to you. "The thought of you being nice to him is unbearable." Her voice is in your ear, a low whisper. "You came to your senses before it was too late" "Yeah ... I guess I just got scared. Let's just ignore him, alright?" "//I// won't do a thing." The warmth of her breath carries a terrible promise. "Promise me you'll not get into trouble." "Of course, I promise~" She stands up and takes your hand. "Come on, let's [[go home|Motive]]." (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[ "And just wait? It wouldn't be the same if you aren't around ..." $nameGF takes your arm. "I don't think this is worth continuing if you're not involved. I //want// you around, if we do this." "But why?" She blushes a little. "The face you made when I teased you a little bit too much, it was just so cute. I actually had an orgasm when I saw it. If we do this I want to see more of your face as well. But without you actually there, it just wouldn't be the same." So instead of her just doing it for you ... you could also do something for her? "How about you take videos and show them to me? We could watch them together?" $nameGF furrows her brow and buries her face into your shoulder. "That ... could work, I think? But are you sure?" "Yes, [[ maybe|Commentary #1,5]]?" (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]](else:)[You left most of the planning to $nameGF since the date was her idea after all. But now? Maybe you should've told her beforehand how far she should go instead of leaving it up to an impromptu decision? Maybe you should be thankful that she asked at all? The buzzing of your phone grounds you. //We're headed down into the metro ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ Here's the [[address|Window]] of the house.//]

The call doesn't last for very long. With a satisfied nod $nameGF hangs up. "He took the bait~" She says while turning around to you. You can see a shadow leave her face as her expression becomes more composed again. "We're going on a [[date~~|Crawl]]" (set: $sociopath to ($sociopath + 1)) (set: $date1 to true)

You head out at the agreed time. One hour after $nameGF left to scout out $nameBully's whereabouts. She said that today his parents should be gone and he was house-sitting. The buzzing of the phone signals the time for your departure. The brush lands on the floor, splattering paint everywhere. Your palette is [[forgotten|Window]] inside the easel's bracket. Nervousness evaporates and gives space to something far uglier. (set: $sociopath to ($sociopath + 2)) (set: $rapist to true)

Dust flies through the air as you enter your own apartment. The fridge is empty and all the trash is gone, so nothing stinks, thankfully. Walking through the city didn’t do much to clear your head so you looked for solitude. //End his bloodline?// This might go beyond just some immoral desire. $nameGF’s willingness to indulge your whims is … worrisome. You never suspected that she had troubles expressing how she felt about you, but having her sleep with another man? And one she so strongly dislikes? You grab some paper. The scratching of the pencil is soothing. //Seduce him?// She would make $nameBully fall in love with her? To what end? To make it so he could never love again? How can she be so confident that it's going to work out that way? Were you seduced as well? What if you’re just another plaything to her as well? //Impossible.// Truly. You scrutinise your sketches. The lines connect and you see her, holding hands with a man taller and bigger than you. This thing inside your chest rears its head again. Is it just a passing fancy? A craving for something forbidden? Or is it born from your doubt of her love for you? Demanding one last proof of devotion? <hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [//This will happen ...//] (Route Switch)]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) [//I trust her, but …//]] (click: ?Choice1)[//but on [[my terms|Preparations]].//(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[But what? You want to see how far she would go? Fleeing again. Into the cold of the city. Unable to find warmth in your old home your steps lead you [[back|Back Again]] towards her. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]] (set: $doubt to true)

"What?" The fork slips from your hand and clatters down onto the plate. $nameGF just said something outrageous while you were eating breakfast together. Your sleep schedules finally synced up again. "P-please repeat yourself?" $nameGF leans forward. "I said that I will end his bloodline. $nameBully is an only child, and his parents are above fifty, so I will seduce him and make it so that he can never look at another woman ever again. I will make him my //slave//." The words are there, but the meaning is too twisted to understand. "But what about ... us? Do I not belong to you ... and you to me?" She crawls onto the table, inching closer and closer. "He is an animal, don't think of him as a human being anymore. If anything he is going to be my //dog//." Her eyes are devoid of light while she utters these words. You cannot break her gaze until it softens a little bit. "Oh, $nameYou, you're making that face again. I'm sorry~" She kisses you gently. "I won't do it if you don't agree, you know? I won't hurt you. Please believe me. This is just a way to both satisfy this fetish of yours and reach my goal. We can always find another way for him to never bother you again." "W-what other things did you think about?" $nameGF straightens herself. The sunlight at her back outlines her curves and makes her hair shine like a halo. You burn the sight into your mind for a new painting. "Murder. Rape." //What?!// "Murder?!" She puts her index finger to her chin and smiles. "Of course, I know where he lives, where his parents live, where all his acquaintances live. The contacts and addresses of his uni-mates, his schedule. Everything. Plotting out a murder should be easy." You look at her with concern. Maybe she hasn't outgrown her phase after all. Murder? $nameGF has done some extreme things, but killing another human being? You shudder at the thought and hold up your hand. <hr>"Murder is off limits ... |Choice1>[let's follow your initial plan.`"`]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[just ... rape him?`"`]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice3>[I think I need to think about what you just said.`"`] (click: ?Choice1)[$nameGF hums as she jumps off the table and pulls out her phone. The ID flashes before your eyes until she starts to talk with a [[smirk|Succubus]]. It's $nameBully.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][] ](click: ?Choice2)[$nameGF hums as she jumps off the table and pulls you into a hug. "Anything, for [[you|At Home]]. We'll go tonight."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][] ](click: ?Choice3)[$nameGF shrugs and slides back into her chair. "Take your time, $nameYou. I don't mind [[waiting|Uber-(M)Ich]] for you."(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice1)[]] (set: $halo to true)

It feels rather strange to follow your own girlfriend on a pretend-date. Actually, is it even playing pretend if one party is unaware of that fact? You pull up the newspaper as $nameGF and $nameBully pass you. She gives you a wink and you follow the pair around the corner. Besides being dressed up nicely herself, $nameGF has coordinated your outfit as well. A heavy muffler to keep your neck warm, a battered leather jacket that somehow fits you perfectly with shoulder padding and bulky trousers. And of course, a thick knitted cap. There is no label to be found so you can only assume that she made it herself. The outfit makes you look bigger than you actually are, which $nameGF said was important if one is to follow people. As such most of your afternoon was spent tailing that unlikely pair. And it turns out, it's //exciting//, no wonder $nameGF enjoyed it so much. They enter a café. Instead of pursuing them further you go to a bakery across the street and order something hot to drink. It feels weird. The whole situation should feel wrong. Your girlfriend is having fun, or at least acting like it, with your bully. And you're stalking them through the city. It should make you sick. But instead of a pit in your stomach you have a claw clutching at your heart. You sip your own drink and catch $nameGF's eyes over the brim of the cup. $nameBully isn't sitting at the table, yet. She gives you a little smile, a small wave. People pass in front of you and your phone plays a tri-tone, a new message. //Date is going well, are you keeping warm? ``(´꒳`)♡``// (colour: #3680ec) [Yeah, I'm doing fine. Are you having fun?] //So-so `d(°∀°)` I think I have him figured out, though// (colour: #3680ec) [How so?] //Just the way he talks about things// (colour: #3680ec) [Has he tried anything?] //(⇀‸↼‶) yeah, all the time. He keeps stealing glances at my breasts as well.// (colour: #3680ec) [That's what we're here for, no?] //I suppose (￣︿￣) When is// our //next date night, though?// (colour: #3680ec) [How about we stay at home?] //You're going to pamper me again? `(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)`// (colour: #3680ec) [I'll spoil you rotten.] You exchange more messages, settling on a day that doesn't interfere with any of her important classes. $nameBully comes back to the table, carrying a tray with food. You fold up the newspaper and leave the bakery. Her last message is still on your mind. //About the remainder of this date (-_-)・・・ Want me to go all the way?// <hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [Yeah, have some fun.]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(if: $doubt is true)[(colour: #3680ec) [Actually, can we meet up?]]] (click: ?Choice1)[ You hesitate before sending the message. It takes a while for her answer to arrive. You sit down in a neighbouring park just as your phone notifies you. //Fun? (ⓛ ω ⓛ) He'll think I'm an easy girl, how troublesome~ But alright, I'll put on a good show for you (･ω<)// A group of children is playing around, throwing sticks and chasing each other. On the bench next to you a mother is cradling her newborn. A couple of streets further $nameBully is having $nameGF all to himself. The anticipation gnaws at your brain. Complex thoughts give away to one question repeating over and over in your head. What is $nameGF going to [[do|Skulk]]?(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[ Even a kiss would be too much. What were you thinking? Asking of $nameGF to have fun with $nameBully? She detests him. There is a limit to selfishness after all. //As you wish. Suits me, honestly (￣∀￣) We're at a good point to end the date anyway// In the end you (link: "couldn't")[(set: $cowardice to true)(goto: "Skulk")] do it. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]

The cold air still clings to your clothing as you march forward into the apartment. "Welcome back, $nameYou." $nameGF's voice comes from behind you. "Did you manage to sort out your thoughts?" You nod and turn around, she's wearing an apron. How long were you away for? <hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) ["Seduce him, I want to see."]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) ["How would you rape him?"]] (click: ?Choice1)["I'll call him after dinner, then. Come on, get changed, I made moussaka, just like we saw on TV. Here, have a taste ... What? Is something wrong?" "No, I just thought I would feel different." $nameGF raises the spatula to her lips, hiding her grin. "Just (link: "enjoy")[(set: $date1 to true)(goto: "Crawl")] it, I'll give you a good show." (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[$nameGF's face blooms into a twisted grin. She leans forward and taps the spatula to your lips. "I'll [[show|At Home]] you. After we have dinner."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]] [[ |Crawl]]

(if: $date1 is true)[[[Proceed|Dreamer]]](else:)[Route End] {(link:"Save slot 1 Route 1: `___path`")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[ $nameGF: That was fun~ (Game saved) ](else: )[ $nameGF: Ahh, this annoying-! (Game didn't save) ] ]} {(link:"Save slot 2 Route 1: `___path`")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot B"))[ $nameGF: Show me that sketchbook you keep doodling in. (Game saved) ](else: )[ $nameGF: What are these? (Game didn't save) ] ]} (if: $date1 is true)[You had me teach you photography but in the end you still prefer to paint? ([[Proceed|Dreamer]] without saving)] [[Index]] (set: $sketchbook to true)

The restraints fall away and the blindfold is lifted. You get to relax for the first time in hours. Fingers move over the rope-marks, making you shy away. “Oh, were they too tight?” $nameGF helps you to fully free yourself. “No, it was just right. Like I was in a spider’s web.” A water bottle is held to your lips and you drain it. The seasons have changed, it’s summer now, making it so you would only engage in bondage during the night. “Was the blindfold really necessary?” $nameGF’s dislike for masks or anything that covers your face shines through again. “I could’ve just turned off the light.” “You can see in the dark?” “Maybe~” Lying on the floor, feeling her warmth, it’s just so intoxicating. “It was more intense with the blindfold.” “If you say so.” Your hand finally obeys and moves. You let it rest on her thigh. Her skin is sticky from all the sweat, but not in an unpleasant way. As if you were caught by her. “What do you want to do next, $nameGF? You fulfilled my wish today, after all.” “Well, BDSM night is coming up soon. Why don’t we visit the swinger's club again?” “You really like to show me off, huh?” “All because of your influence~” She’s so very close again, this time not to pull the ropes tighter or to caress certain spots but to kiss. “Seeing you hang there, having all the other patrons’ eyes crawl over your body, their desire for you, my own intense jealousy. I get it now. It’s like a drug carrying your name.” “Oh? Will I be loaned out now?” “Would you like to try it? The tall lady with the girl, she was looking at you quite a lot the last time we were there.” A blush creeps up your face. Someone else dominating you? It’s a complicated feeling, but also exciting. $nameGF smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Yes, please.” Moving is still a bit painful but you sit up. You tilt your head and $nameGF stands up with a sigh. “As always ... right.” “Rituals are important.” She walks right in front of you. The curve of her pubic mound is glistening with sweat in the low light. The sweet scent of her is like a second wind. You lean forward to plant a kiss right at the source. $nameGF smiles and pets your head. “[[Good boy|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]], but lets go and take that bath now.”

"You're going to love this one, then." Another video starts. $nameBully is tied to a chair, naked again. One source of light shines onto him from the front, the rest of the room is dark. His eyes dart around and he turns his head a lot. $nameGF peels out from the shadows. She's also naked, wearing only a transparent raincoat. "(text-style:"shadow")[Hey, $nameYou]." $nameGF echoes and pulls down your pants. "Mistress, what do you mean, $nameYou?!" "Why, I'm doing this for him, of course?" $nameBully's face drops. "But what about us? You tore my foreskin! I had to get a circumcision because of you!" $nameGF's laughter is manic, mocking even. "Stop thinking with your dick for one second." A knife flashes on the screen. It's the kitchen knife you bought her two years ago. "You were used for the enjoyment of others, too bad isn't it?" $nameGF swings the blade through the air. "I can understand how you feel, you have used me like this before after all. However, this is about $nameYou. I warned you before, didn't I? That you would know the consequences of your actions." $nameBully screams and shouts while throwing his body against the restraints. All to no avail. "I thought about mirroring every injury you inflicted upon $nameYou. I know all of his scars. Every cut, every burn. Every fracture he suffered from your torture. Every tear shed cursing your name. Every bruise that ever marred his body." The tip of the knife breaks through skin and one small bead of blood is drawn out. "Eight years ago, August fifth, classroom one-five-five at dusk. You stayed behind because $nameYou was finishing a painting and ambushed him on the way out. You had a box cutter and intimidated him until he ran off to do your bidding. What did he steal for you again? Oh yes, it was cigarettes." A wound opens up across $nameBully's knuckles. The blood shines on his pale skin. "I thought about cutting off your manhood and stuffing it down your throat as well. But that would be too boring. Fitting for your greed, but too boring. Just like just cutting open your neck. So in the end I decided on this." The knife disappears. "It would've been too messy to use $nameYou's gift anyway. The blade could've gotten damaged. I just wanted a part of him to be around for this." Instead she raises a metal bat into the picture. "I really wished I could've done it with my hands alone, but I'm too weak to beat you to death and just strangling you is too boring as well, and too romantic. Breathing your last in my arms? No way." Metal flashes in the light and blood sprays. $nameBully's echoing roars distort the audio. $nameGF keeps striking at all of his exposed spots, leaving nasty bruises and ripped skin. With one last swing $nameBully's head snaps back and sickening gurgling fills out the last of the video. Wearing a sweet smile on her blood-splattered face $nameGF makes a peace-sign towards the camera. The video stops but the movement on your chest doesn't. $nameGF is still grinding her hips against yours, impaling herself on your dick. You were hard? The laptop falls off to the side as she pushes your arms away to kiss you. She's wild, feral even. A monster of your own [[creation|Commentary #1]]. And there you are, caught in her den. (set: $turnedON to true)

"Wrong?" You try to get away from $nameGF but her fingers dig into your arm, keeping you close to her. "Why? Didn't I do it exactly as you wanted? I raped him over and over, again. Showed him his place. Turned him into a dog. You asked me to have sex with him. And now you're telling me that I did something wrong? Explain yourself. Tell me what I did wrong. What went wrong? What? What?" It hasn't been like this for ages. She pulls herself up and pins your arms with her knees. Her hair falls on you like a curtain, blocking out the world. And in the darkness the baleful gaze of her eyes focuses on you. "I dirtied myself over and over again for you. I thought I could satisfy this perversion of yours but it seems I was mistaken. Maybe you're just jealous of what I did with him? Yes, that must be it. But don't worry. For you I would do anything~" Lightning crackles in the air and all thoughts stop as you shake helplessly, unable to look away from her eyes ... . . . "Wake up, $nameYou." (link-reveal: "//Shit//.") [ She got you good. Deep breaths now. You're tied to the bed. The restraints prove to be sturdy as you strain against them, pulling as hard as you can. $nameGF is sitting next to you, her hands move across your body. The feeling is strange, as if you still need to come back from a deep slumber. There is a tingling and numbness but your dick seems to be working. It's standing up tall and proud. "This part of you is honest at least~" $nameGF smiles. "Hmm~ what comes next?" She's not looking for an answer. With practised grace $nameGF slides you into herself. The insertion sends a shiver through her body. "It's been so long, $nameYou. It feels nice to have you for myself, again. Now that I have gotten rid of all the distractions, you can look at me, and only me once more." Her face hovers in front of you and she runs her tongue over your lips. "You must have been lonely, I'll make it up to you. I'll drive you crazy with all the things I have learned." Her folds twist and contract. Constricting, bending and pulling you into directions you never thought possible. "You're so silent today, $nameYou~ Come on, let me hear your voice~ Or am I the only one having fun right now? Am I not doing it hard enough?" The bed shakes every time she drives her hips down, slamming against you to the point of pain. "Why aren't you saying anything to me? Am I not doing what you wanted?" $nameGF's voice becomes irritated. Her movements slow down as her hands land on your collar bones. "Please talk to me, say anything." <hr>|Choice1>["..."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["You're crazy, unhinged!"] (click: ?Choice1)[ "Nothing, nothing at all?" $nameGF's face changes into one of anger. Her hands close tightly around your neck. "Oh~ one more kink I didn't know of. Your cock remains honest to the last, doesn't it?" She hisses into your ear while her fingers tighten more and more, only intensifying the sensations. The smell of her sweat, acrid but sweet. The sound of her voice, ringing like a bell in your head. Her eyes, two black pools sucking up all light around you. As your vision turns to grey her eyes remain your only focus. Until the end, you [[keep|Commentary #1]] looking.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)["I'm the crazy one?!" Her hands close around your neck and you can see the muscles of her arms bulge as she begins to squeeze. Even in the end you can recognize beauty. Maybe there would be a canvas in the afterlife? "You asked me to do this! I would've found another way, but your ... perversions! I thought I could deal with them, but I was too weak, again." Tears drop down onto your face. Your lips move but you can't form words. Something breaks in your neck, but the pain is dull. Not present. Just like the person $nameGF was. The darkness of her eyes is absolute, leaving no trace of warmth. "Forgive me, $nameYou, your love was [[too heavy|Commentary #1]] for me ..." Even now she tastes sweet.(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]] (set: $turnedOFF to true)

It's nice to be back in the big atelier again. After being sick for a week and generally too weak to move around for another two weeks afterwards $nameGF put a ban on more late night excursions. With your blessing she would still go out to "train" $nameBully, however. She had fun with it, so what's the harm? You had to teach her how to shoot proper videos, though, her first recordings were horrendous. The brush stops. How many weeks has it been now since the last video? You were so absorbed with painting that you lost count. Life has entered a comfortable routine, again. Pictures get sold, new commissions come in. Your private collection of $nameGF's facettes steadily grows. But //the one// still hasn't appeared in front of you, yet. Or has it? Your memories are still spotty from the fever. You decide to go home early today. No point in forcing it. <hr> $nameGF is sitting on the couch, staring intensely at her laptop. She closes it as soon as you enter to greet her. "Working on a new project?" Her gaze shifts to the side and she gives you a slight smile. How unusually //bashful//. "I've been editing the last batch of videos. Nearly done." "The last?" "Yes, I think I have a solid grasp of bondage and S&M now, so we won't need him any longer." What a shame, her videos were fun. But then again, you have something better to look forward to. "Let's watch them [[tonight|Change II]], I'm mostly done." (set: $swap to true)

(if: $watched is 3)[The screen goes dark and $nameGF's fidgeting next to you becomes more noticeable. "And? Did you like it?" Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes show a manic spark. There is only one obvious answer isn't there? For all the troubles she went through, just for you. "I love it." $nameGF is on you with a blur, pressing you against the couch. Her breathing is ragged, excited. "We have to make up for so much (link: "lost time")[(set: $changeup to true)(goto: "Up")], then." (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_________________________]")[<hr>//Later that night - 3:51 A.M.// You just couldn't let it rest, could you? More videos? And $nameGF would just not show them to you? She glossed over it earlier but your curiosity got the better of you. So now you're sitting stark naked in the living room, the only light from her laptop illuminating you. Her password was easy enough to guess. Somewhat surprising, given how meticulous she can be. You search for one of the videos you watched earlier. Two results. She must have copied the videos she wanted you to see into a new folder. You quickly search for similiar file names and find (link: "the other")[(set: $watched to 0)(goto: "Verdict")] set of videos.]] (if: $watched is >=0 and <3)[$nameGF guides you towards the couch after dinner. "I settled on three videos for the last batch." "You make it sound like there are more." "There are loads more, but I don't think they turned out well at all. Here, take a look." "Any particular order you'd recommend?" "Hm~ I would move down the list." (link: "dog.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Dog")] (link: "leash.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Walk")] (link: "club.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Club")]] [[ |Up]] [[ |Verdict]] (set: $changeup to true)

(if: $watched is >=2)[As you lean back into the couch you notice how the air in the room has changed. Or is it just your own imagination? The drying sweat sends a chill through your body and you hear a distinct //click// behind you. Ah~ you should have left her some secrets [[after all|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].](if: $watched is <2)[Two longer videos not carrying specific names stand out. [[1130.mp4|Tear]] [[1223.mp4|Snuffed Out]]] (set: $swap to true) (set: $Verdict to true)

The light of the sun is on your face. Harsh and blinding. Wet sheets cling to your body, making the bed stifling hot. (if: $date1 is true)[ You free yourself and head into the apartment. The smell of fresh bread is beckoning. Seated at the kitchen table is $nameGF, writing on her phone. She looks up as you enter. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, although maybe not quite as good as you. You were out like a light once we were done." $nameGF laughs. "Had any nice dreams, $nameYou?" "I dreamt of you." "Oh? What was the dream about?" "I think we had children." The phone falls to the table. "How many do you wa-" She is cut off by her ringing phone. Both of you look at the display. The ID shows $nameBully. $nameGF makes an annoyed sound and silences the ringing without cancelling the call. He is persistent, though, you'll give him that. Her ringtone is still the guitar-solo of your favourite song. The riff plays out for the fifth time while both of you stare at the display in silence, acting like it will go away. Her patience breaks first. "I'll make it fast." She relents and leaves the kitchen. You can't really listen in on the conversation, but she sounds friendly enough. It takes her ten minutes to finish the call and she sighs upon returning. The huge grin on her face doesn't fit the cold look of her eyes. "He's hooked." The phone slides over the table. A day in roughly a week from now is marked. "Another date?" "Yes, he says he wants to get to know me better." You look up at $nameGF. |Choice1>[//Say nothing.// Just eat breakfast.]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["That's ... unexpected."] (click: ?Choice1)["Are you upset?" The bread goes well with the cheese you bought. "Conflicted, rather." $nameGF tops up both of your mugs. "About him taking me out on another date?" "Maybe we should tell him that I know?" "Would that be more exciting for you?" "I ... don't know? Your first date was already very exciting and I was just peeping." You offer her some of the cherry tomatoes. $nameGF holds one to her lips while she speaks. "We could tell him, but before we do that I can still make him fall harder. Permanently. Completely." After breakfast is done you both head towards the couch to laze around. "So what's your plan, $nameGF?" "I'll think about that after I'm done (link: "with")[(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +1))(goto: "Route 1 - Checkpoint 2")] you~" (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[ "Why?" "I always thought he was more of a ... playboy? I guess?" "Due to his appearance? He just acts tough. He needs validation, needs to feel like he's worth something. I just pushed those buttons and he's already calling me on my day off." Her phone's display lights up. "See, now he's sending me texts ..." $nameGF quickly types a response while muttering under her breath. "How bothersome, I thought I could have you all to [[myself|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]] today." "Well, we can still make that happen." You take the phone out of her hands. $nameGF smiles and begins to slide up your shirt. "Turn it off while you're at it."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]](else:)[Escape is impossible. A thousand hands hold you down by your limbs, preventing any and all movement. One hand becomes cold. The sun disappears and $nameGF is standing there in its stead. "How do you feel, $nameYou?" "... horrible." "The fever is going down, that's good, the medication must be working. I was so worried about you. Did you have any dreams?" "Not really ... I can't remember." "Do you know what day it is?" "Feels like a Wednesday." "It's Saturday, $nameYou." You lean against the wall while $nameGF goes to work on the bed. There's a pleasant coolness around your body, if only for a short moment, before it turns into a shivering kind of cold. "You've been really sick these last three days." The blanket flies into the air. "Go on, back to bed you go." You slide into the dry bedding. Just as your head touches the pillow $nameGF jumps onto the bed and pins you with the blanket. "No leaving the bed this time. No entering the atelier." The atelier? Ah, the picture. It came to you in a dream, a nightmare? All you can remember is an imposing and harrowing beauty. "But it's you, I wanted to make another picture of you, for you." "You collapsed right in front of the canvas, you didn't even move anymore. I was so afraid when I heard you fall, when you didn't answer. Just rest." Her worried face is beautiful in its own way.(if: $sociopath is >3)["Rest, so I can show you what I am [[going|Turned]] to do to him next."](else:)[](if: $dominatrix is true)["Just rest properly and we can try a~ll those things you were curious about~" Your heart (link: "skips")[(set: $caughtup to true)(goto: "Up")] a beat. Absolutely incorrigible.](else:)[](if: $swap is true)["Rest up and I'll [[show|Change]] you a~ll those things you were curious about~"](else:)[]] [[ |Up]]

It came to you in a dream. Or was it a nightmare? The pain. The painting. You leave the bed before it disappears. Graphite moves over paper. The composition appears as your mind finally connects to your body. It has never been this easy. "____ __ __ ____ $nameYou?" The sketch is already spilling over, lines entwine with the grain of the flooring. Too much pressure, the graphite stick breaks and scatters its shards. With one thoughtless wipe you create shadows. "_____ ___ _________" A larger frame, you need a larger frame to catch the overflow. And more materials. Wood, linen. Better pigments. Two finer brushes. "$nameYou?" $nameGF is standing next to you, bowed down, hand outstretched with concern. Showing compassion for the wretch at her feet. You take it. Staring into her eyes madness blossoms within. "This painting, $nameGF, this is the one. Please bear with me until it's finished, please." And in her boundless grace $nameGF kisses your forehead after giving you her most twisted smile. <hr>Route-End, for now. Return to [[Index]]

(if: $together >=4)[The screen goes dark right as the video stops and $nameGF looks at you with her hazy, lust-laden eyes. "$nameYou, see. All like I promised. Now tell me. Did you like it? Have I done what you wanted? Have I? Please, don't keep me waiting, tell me. Tell me." <hr>Mesmerised by her you can only [[nod|On]]. "What you did was [[wrong|Off]]!"](if: $together is 3)[$nameGF gets really close to you and guides your hand. "Let's watch this one now~" (link: "Tear.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Tear")]](if: $together is 3)[(set: $watched to 5)](if: $watched >=2 and <5)[Just as the video stops the screen of your laptop goes black and you can see $nameGF standing behind you, smiling. When did she come back? Were you too absorbed in the videos to notice? Her arms wrap around you as she squats down to meet you on the floor. "Finally you're looking at me again, $nameYou. I was so lonely." Her lips press against your cheek. "How many videos have you watched? Let's watch the rest together." She takes you by the arm and leads you towards the living room. "When did you take those videos?" "While you were sick. I thought you might crave some entertainment after recovering, so I prepared them. Did you like them? Your laptop must've ran out of battery before you could watch them all. How many did you manage to go through? Let's watch them together." $nameGF moves fast. Before you can say a word she's snuggled up with you on the couch. The folder she opens has a fourth video. Four videos? She went to meet with $nameBully at least four more times? <hr>"Pick any video, I'll tell you what happened." (link: "dog.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Dog")] (link: "leash.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Walk")] (link: "club.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Club")] (link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Tear.mp4]") [ $nameGF giggles and stops you before you can open the video. "Oh no no, not, yet $nameYou~"] ](if: $watched <2 and <5)[After suffering from fever for a week and being too weak to move, $nameGF put a ban on more late night excursions. Neither of you were bothered by $nameBully afterwards so you didn't bring it up again either. She seemed happier as well, for not having to deal with him again. Your own immoral desires would flare up from time to time, but less intensely. Maybe the fever burnt them away? The apartment is empty at this time of day, $nameGF is out attending classes. Winter break is coming up soon so she's been busy with coursework for the last couple of weeks. But once her exam period is over? You hum while the toaster does its work. Food still doesn't taste the same, but the crunchy texture is nice. After breakfast you head into the atelier, the blank canvas is beckoning you. There is something placed in the bracket of the easel. It's an envelope with $nameGF's handwriting. (text-style:"expand")[Training Log ❤] You rip open the paper and an USB-stick falls out. She doesn't enter the atelier too much, so it must have been placed here on purpose. You were supposed to find it. Now what to do with it? There is only one person who could have been "trained". You were too sick to do anything and $nameGF spent more time not at home after you recovered. You just assumed it was coursework. What if ... she was meeting up with $nameBully? Your hands start to sweat as you head to your own laptop on the atelier floor and plug in the stick. It reveals an assortment of videos: [[dog.mp4|Dog]] [[leash.mp4|Walk]] [[club.mp4|Club]]]

(if: $together is >= 1)["Oh, this one is the first video I was satisfied with. I blackmailed him prior to filming with the photos I took when we went to his parents' place. You wouldn't believe the look on his face." $nameGF laughs. The $nameGF in the video is sitting on $nameBully's bed while her feet are getting licked by him. She repeats the lines of her past self. "(text-style:"shadow")[Look, he has become so hard~ (if: $swap is false)[isn't that funny?]]" The video cuts. $nameGF is sitting on the bed behind $nameBully and her legs dangle over his shoulders while he's kneeling on the floor. His erect penis still jutting out from his crotch. "I never understood foot fetishists but I guess I prefer it over touching him with my hands. It felt like I was playing with a toy. Just pushing it around and rubbing my feet against it ... it was //fun//." $nameBully's dick twitches and he starts to moan. "He reminded me a little bit of you here, always so honest with your body ... But he lacks self-control. Look, he's about to cum even when I told him that he's forbidden from doing so until I give him the command." $nameGF stomps down onto $nameBully's manhood and says something that the camera doesn't quite catch. "I berated him for being incapable of following commands. Can you believe it? He actually got harder when I stepped on him. (if: $swap is true)[Of course //you// would always listen to me, right?]" The video cuts again. $nameGF has her back towards the camera and lifts her skirt. $nameBully is still kneeling on the floor but you can't see what he's doing. "He's kissing me //there//, $nameYou. It's a greeting I taught him." The grin she is wearing next to you mirrors the one on the screen. (if: $swap is true)["He managed to learn some tricks in the end, and I'll teach them [[to you|Change II]] as well~] (else:)["See? I managed to [[beat|Turned]] some tricks into him after all.]"](else:)[There is no sound for the video but you recognize the scene. It's the inside of $nameBully's room. Two people are in the video. $nameGF is sitting on the bed, fully clothed while $nameBully is kneeling on the floor, naked. She says something towards the camera and takes off one of her low heels, putting her foot onto $nameBully's chest. You can see how her toes splay out under the pantyhose while $nameBully takes hold of her. His tongue moves into every nook and cranny he can find, alternating licking with sucking. $nameGF takes off her other shoe and shoves both of her feet into $nameBully's face, so that he has to lie down. She looks at the camera and points towards something with a smile. It's $nameBully's hardening penis. There is a cut and $nameBully is kneeling in front of the bed, facing the camera. $nameGF is behind him, her legs resting on his shoulders while her feet touch his erect dick. He is caught between her toes as she begins to peel him back and stimulate his tip. It keeps twitching as she rubs her soles all over him, every vein popping out. $nameGF looks completely absorbed in the act. Just as $nameBully starts to cum her face changes however. Gone is that drunken look. With a cold look of disgust her foot races down to squash $nameBully's dick at the base, driving his balls apart and turning the jet of his cum into a dribble. Her heel continues to grind until the cum stops oozing out. The last shot catches most of $nameGF's back while she is lifting her skirt. $nameBully is kneeling on the floor but the fabric obscures all movement. The video cuts off just as she looks over her shoulder and [[grins|Turned]].] (set: $watched to ($watched +1))

(if: $together is >= 1)[As soon as the video starts $nameGF's breathing becomes faster. "Oh, the quality of this video is really bad but I still wanted to show it to you because it was so exciting." Then the sound hits you. She's panting in the video and now next to you as well. Her breathing is syncing up with her past self. "I took him to that park, you know the one, two blocks down. It was three in the morning, no one was around, but it was still so thrilling." $nameBully is naked, only wearing a mask. Around his neck is a collar leading into a leash. "Just walking around had my heart racing. It was unbelievable. My mind was racing, I was making up excuses for the police. And I was so incredibly wet." Asphalt scrolls past the camera, accompanied by the sounds of $nameGF's breathing. "I had him mark his territory. Look, he's pissing against the tree." Suddenly the breathing stops, both in the video and right next to you. There is the sound of gravel and the picture becomes a blur. "I was so nervous here, I thought we got caught. I just started running and dragging him with me." $nameGF is laughing. It's a genuine, happy laugh, that lasts until the video stops. Its last shot on the sweat running down $nameBully's neck. (if: $swap is true)["It actually was the police that chased us. They hung up signs warning of suspicious activity in the neighborhood the next day." $nameGF gets close to your ear. "You made your girlfriend a [[deviant~|Change II]] You better take responsibility.](else:)["I was so ... //horny// afterwards, $nameYou." She calls up another folder. //$nameYou/Fever/Winter8.mp4//. "This one's a bit embarrassing, but I couldn't think straight after that adrenalin-rush. Promise you won't think bad about me?" The new video starts and you're looking at yourself lying in bed. Your breathing is laboured and one of your hands is peeking out of the blanket. $nameGF takes hold of it and guides it between her legs. Just like how she's clinging to your arm right now. Slowly grinding against your hand. The picture becomes shaky until the camera is put down on the bed. "The fever made your hand so hot." On the screen $nameGF is pushing her hips against your fingers, setting a fast rhythm until she leans forward and slumps down next to the bed. With a tired smile she grabs the camera and [[stops|Turned]] the recording. "I cleaned your hand afterwards, of course."]] (else:)[The quality of this video is somewhat lacking, probably because it was shot at night. You recognize the park, it's the one two blocks down the road. You turn up the volume, but there is no sound. $nameBully comes into the frame, naked and not wearing anything but a mask and a leash around his neck. The rest of the video is mostly focused on him taking a walk in the deserted neighbourhood. A sudden burst of movement causes the image to become a blur. Are they running from something? The picture refocuses on $nameBully, taking a close-up of his breathing and how the sweat is running down his neck. Then the video suddenly [[ends|Turned]].] (set: $watched to ($watched +1))

(if: $together is >= 1)[“This is one of the more recent ones. Do you know this bar? It’s a swingers club and they do BDSM nights once a month.”(if: $swap is true)[](else:)[ “You went there without me?” “… yes. I had to make sure that he was properly disciplined.”] Ropes are tied around $nameBully’s extremities and looped through hooks until his crotch is fully exposed. Two women work on him while $nameGF leans into the frame. "(text-style:"shadow")[I bought something really incredible.]" Her voice resounds in unison while she shows off her attire. A shiny black leather corset, black lace gloves and a thick strap-on dildo slung around her hips. Generous amounts of lube is applied to the appendage while her hands glide over $nameBully's lower abdomen and crotch. She never touches his genitals directly but he reacts nonetheless. "I had him prepare for this for weeks." With one push of her hips $nameGF drives the dildo into $nameBully. "At that point I got it. Why you like doing it so much. Thrusting your hips in and out, it's just //fun//, isn't it? Just look at how far it reaches inside." You watch as $nameGF gets faster and rougher. She's holding onto $nameBully for support now until she throws her head back and lets out a shivering moan. Next to you $nameGF covers her ears. "I came so hard, I actually lost it for a second there. Please forget about that, it's so embarrassing." She quickly (if: $swap is true)[[[stops|Change II]]](else:)[[[closes|Turned]]] the video.](else:)[The camera is put down and focuses on a masked, gagged and otherwise naked and tied up man. His face is completely obscured, but his body is well-built, sturdy even. Familiar. It has to be $nameBully. The interior of the location is dimly lit and looks like a bar. Tall stools, chrome and leather decor. Two women you don’t recognise are standing around the man, tying him up, raising one leg higher and higher until his crotch is fully exposed. $nameGF leans into the picture, saying something. You can’t understand her, there is no sound in this video. She does rise into the frame again, though, slowly moving towards the naked man, wearing nothing but high-heels, a black corset, black gloves and some straps around her hips. There’s indentation around her buttocks and again from her corset. Leaning closer you try to see what is exactly around her. The answer is provided when $nameGF turns around to face the camera. It’s a strap-on dildo. Her hands move to touch $nameBully while the women around her apply a liquid to the strap-on. With a small wave they disappear and only $nameGF and $nameBully are left in the frame. Slowly she moves behind him while caressing his thighs and lower abdomen. Her hips move forward with a jerk until she stops to point out the slight bulge in $nameBully’s belly. $nameGF looks completely entranced. She grabs onto $nameBully’s raised leg and starts to pump her hips. Even through the dim light and the video you can see her eyes shining in the dark. More than just in a trance $nameGF is absolutely enraptured. Her movements speed up and her nails leave red trails on $nameBully’s body until she throws her head back. The video cuts to the two women from before servicing $nameBully. Removing loops of rope form his body until they free him from the mask. His face looks sweaty and flushed, but also blissful. $nameGF comes into the frame again, she say something and blows the camera a [[kiss|Turned]] before the video ends.] (set: $watched to ($watched +1))

(if: $swap is true)[You recognize the scene. It's $nameBully's room again, but this time the video is shot from a higher angle. $nameGF riding him, again, but this time he isn't bound. His arms are crossed behind his head and he seems to be enjoying it. $nameGF also gets into the act, letting out moans and becoming faster until a loud scream distorts the speakers. Her hand shoots up to reach for the camera and the video becomes blurry. It takes you a couple of seconds to comprehend what is happening on the screen. $nameGF is showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. But there is blood pooling in his crotch. And it's flowing out of $nameGF. She stands up and you can see $nameBully's penis. There's a gash on his foreskin, oozing large amounts of blood. The video cuts off after a disappointed sigh from $nameGF accompanied by $nameBully's [[whimpering|Verdict]].](else:)[You recognize the scene. It's $nameBully's room again, but this time the video is shot from a higher angle. $nameGF is moving rhythmically on top of $nameBully. "I had to cut a lot from this video or it would've gotten too long." $nameGF whispers next to you as her hips move against $nameBully. "He did so well so I figured it was time to reward him." Her breath is hot on your neck. "I got so into it I couldn't control myself anymore." She is basically on you now, draping her body over your chest and grinding her hips against your leg. "You let me drink from this cup and I got so hopelessly addicted. I'm sorry, $nameYou, but the second time. It felt so //good//. I could feel it. A huge one was coming. And that's when it happened." The sound cuts off for a second until you realise that there is screaming. "Of course he had to ruin it." It takes you a couple of seconds to comprehend what is happening on the screen. $nameGF is showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. But there is blood pooling in his crotch. And it's flowing out of her. "It ripped." "What?" "His foreskin, I [[ripped|Turned]] it. I was so into it, I just clamped down. But don't worry, I had him tested right after the first time."] (set: $watched to ($watched +1))

The video starts. $nameBully is tied to a chair, naked. One source of light shines onto him from the front, the rest of the room is dark. His eyes dart around and he turns his head a lot. $nameGF peels out from the shadows. She's also naked, albeit wearing a transparent raincoat. "Hey, $nameYou." $nameGF whispers in the video. You look behind yourself. No one there. "Mistress, what do you mean, $nameYou?!" "Why, I'm doing this for him, of course?" $nameBully's face drops. "But what about us? You tore my foreskin! I had to get a circumcision because of you!" $nameGF's laughter is manic, mocking even. "Stop thinking with your dick for one second. It's defective now, anyway. And I can't deliver damaged merchandise to $nameYou now, can I?" $nameGF moves towards the camera and picks up something. A knife flashes on screen. It's the kitchen knife you bought her two years ago. "You were used for the enjoyment of others, too bad isn't it? And now you have outlived your usefulness." $nameGF swings the blade through the air. "I can understand how you feel, you have used me like this before after all. However, this is about $nameYou. I warned you before, didn't I? That you would know the consequences of your actions." $nameBully screams and shouts while throwing his body against the restraints. All to no avail. "I thought about mirroring every injury you inflicted upon $nameYou. I know all of his scars. Every cut, every burn. Every fracture he suffered from your torture. Every tear shed cursing your name. Every bruise that ever marred his body." The tip of the knife breaks through skin and one small bead of blood is drawn out. "Eight years ago, August fifth, classroom one-five-five at dusk. You stayed behind because $nameYou was finishing a painting and ambushed him on the way out. You had a box cutter and intimidated him until he ran off to do your bidding. What did he steal for you again? Oh yes, it was cigarettes." A wound opens up across $nameBully's knuckles. The blood shines on his pale skin. "I thought about cutting off your manhood and stuffing it down your throat as well. But that would be too boring. Fitting for your greed, but too boring. As would've been just cutting open your neck. So in the end I decided on this." The knife disappears. "It would've been too messy to use $nameYou's gift anyway. The blade could've gotten damaged. I just wanted a part of him to be around for this." Instead she raises a metal bat into the picture. "I really wished I could've done it with my hands alone, but I'm too weak to beat you to death and just strangling you would've been too boring as well, and too romantic. Breathing your last in my arms? No way." Metal flashes in the light and blood sprays. $nameBully's echoing roars distort the audio further. $nameGF keeps striking at all of his exposed spots, leaving nasty bruises and ripping open his skin. With one last swing $nameBully's head snaps back and sickening gurgling fills out the last of the video. Wearing a sweet smile on her blood-splattered face $nameGF makes a peace-sign towards the camera. She holds the pose for a couple of seconds until she relaxes. "Finally, now that this has been [[dealt with|Verdict]]." (set: $watched to ($watched +2))

Route End Bring me [[back|Index]]. Let me [[save|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]]. <hr> (link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Commentary `#2`]") [ Hey, Muse-Anon here. Sorry that this update took so long to complete (I uploaded v0.2 more than four months ago). A lot of responsibilities kept me from writing (dissertation, work) after my trip. My situation has changed a little bit, but I can write more regularly again. In this regard the content for route 2 didn't come as readily as it did with route 1. Mainly because it wasn't something I properly thought through when I introduced the route split. I hope you didn't get the impression that I'm just treating route 2 as some sub-route, though. I also hope that I can become more consistent with my writing again now that I have proper end games envisioned for both routes. Thank you for your [[time|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]].]

(if: $them is true)[[[Proceed|Prior Experience]]](else:)[Route End] {(link:"Save slot 2 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot C"))[ $nameGF: "Yes, long time no talk. Listen..." (Game saved) ](else: )[ $nameGF: Strange, is the memory corrupted? (Game didn't save) ] ]} {(link:"Save slot 2 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[ (if:(save-game:"Slot D"))[ $nameGF: "It might come as a surprise, but do you want to visit?" (Game saved) ](else: )[ $nameGF: I should have upgraded this harddrive ages ago. (Game didn't save) ] ]} (if: $them is true)[How long you have been asleep for? Eight hours, forty-three minutes. [[Proceed without saving|Prior Experience]]] [[Index]] (set: $sketchbook to true)

- //Internal monologue #1// - (align:"=><=")+(box:"XXX=======")[W̴̡̮̭̯̮͓̭̜̖͖̪̰̲̯̤̽͋̒̌̏͂̌̂̊̎͛͗̈̋̔̈̇͆̑͐̈͋͋͆̈́̃̊͌́͋̾̈́͘̕͝͝͝͝͠h̴̨̨̨̝̫̲͔̲̯̦̳͓̻͔̲̻͇͍̼̯̣͕͇̓͊̄̒́͘͝y̵̧̡̡̨̖͚̠͓̰͍̜̙͔̤̫͍̩̲̬͚͔̖͈̯̯̝͕̑̏̾̈́̋̎̓́̇̏̀͜ͅͅ ̵̡̨̙̝̤͇̼͈̬̻̼̹͕̯̭̻͚̥̼̥͇̗̬̤̳̣̟̯͋͒̂͆̒̊́̑̐̈́̎̊̊̊͘͝n̸̡̮̗̳͇̩̖͉͕̪̳̠̼̘̪͛͂ͅơ̴̢̛̳͚͍̹͆̔̑̐͂̍̊͌̃̓͒̂͘͝͝͝ẇ̴̨̦͓͚̖̲̮̪̪͑́͋̂̆́͐̇̉́?̶̨̛͇̜̹͈̣̣͇̙̺̠̞̪̤̥̟̪͎͎̼̱̰͓̪̗̞̯͉̗͇̮̪͍̯̩͙̰̗͓̯̲̲̂̐̐̊̄͗̂͊͋̂͑̋̾̎͒͂̿̄͛͂͆́̅͐̅̕̕̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̵̡̨̢̮̘͍̖͈͇̦͉͉̖̻̪̪̩̘̲̼̣̠̯̖͍̫̩̱̑̏̏̀̿̚͜͜͝ͅW̶̢̨̡̡̢̛͔͇͓̦̭̖̯̫̞̥̺̜̝͚̬̭̮̲͖͙̤̹͔͖̦̙̜͔̣͓̤̋̀͒̋̈́̃̾̈́͒̓̒͆̇͐̇̚͜͜͜͠ͅͅh̸̨̨̡͍̱̹̟͉̜̠̳͇̙̭̫̰̖͎͓̺͓͔̺͈̩̰̳̳̄̈́̃́̊̅̈́̏͂̇͛͗́͋́̊̃̑̎̐̕̚̚͜ͅͅͅý̸̡̳̭͖͓͍̼̖̒̉̒͂̍̂͊̀̂͐̅́̀͜͝͝͝ ̴̢̡̛̘͚̜̪̼̝͍̬̊̈́̎͊͐̏̌͌͒̽́͆̎̽͆̿̐̽̌̌̆͑̈͊̓̓͋̿̄̉̋̚͘͘̚͘̚͝͝͝͝͝n̵̨̡̛̛̻͕̻͈̘̻̟̟̮̫̙̙̰͉͈͈͙͎͇͇͙̑̃̽̿̆̈̾̾͊͊͌͌͒͆͋̿́̑̇̓̎̉͑͑̈́̏͛̆͒̌̍̊͗̑͗̕͜͜͝͠͝͠͝ͅo̷̢̢̰͕̖̙̞̝͈̲̲̼̫̼̮̥̠̜̥̝̲̲͙̭͖͔̲̟͑͂̉͑͊̽́̓͝ͅw̷̜̰͖͔̏͗͝?̸̧̡͎̥͈̦̣̝̱͔̪̥͎̤̝̲̱͍̪̗̠̣̺̹͚̳̰͚̜̻̂̏̆̀̈́̉̈͘͜ͅ ̸̨̧̢̪͚͚̦̗̞͔̩̺̱̦͎̜̩̺̗̳̬̮̝̟̣͎̗̪̩̦̹̦̩̬̮̞̥̜͋̈́͂̏̽̋͂̂̏͋̅̾̔͒̈͛̀͝͝ͅͅͅW̶̡̨̧̛͚͙̗̪͉̻͍̭̞͕̼̹̻̹̜̭̮͙̐͌̀̓͌̌͆́̄̓͋̓̂͊̂̃͌͋̏͒̈̿̂͌͊̊̈́̓̈́̈́͠͝͝͝͝ͅh̵̤͇̪̯̹̙͕̼̥̫̦̣̪̥̦̙̅̓͐̐͋̐̎͐̔̒̈́͂͑̆̚͝y̵̧̺̩͉̯̜̞͎̼͔͚̿̅͐̈́͌̿͐͂̈͑̄͐̇̓͆̃͂̑̌̎̃́̽̚̚͘͠ ̶̨̧̢̧̖̯̩̙̦͙̰̗̯̩̞͕̥͈̭̦̫̜̮͔͈̩̜̑̊̐̔̃́̈̀͑̌̊̓͑̀̀͌͒͂̇̃̒̋̃͛́͜͝͝͝ņ̵̛͙̝̯̳̽̅̅̾͑̓͆̇̓̋̀̇͛͛̀͊̄͒͘̕̚͜͝͝ͅo̵̧̡͍̹̭͚̗͑̀̈̇͐̕w̶̢̧̩͍̰̬̻̻̤͍͖̱͎̦̠̱͖̳̹͑̅̈́̃̀͊̉̋̇̓̓̊̅̚͝?̵̢̢̢̨̧̛̛̥̭̻̻̙͙̹͔̰̲̞̤̫̼̘̜͖̯̻̬̑͗̌̅͒̈̎͗̈́̐̉̋̄̊́̒̈́̈́͋͑̿͂̊́͑̋͋͗̈͛́̾͌͒̓͂̏̚͘͝͝ ̷̧̡̡̡̡̨̛͔̮̬̥̯̟̟͎̙̲͉̱̞̠̮̟̖̤͕͇̼̙͍̼͇͎͔̥̤̘̭̻̖̺̩̤̱̓͗̑̂́̋̽͑͛̓̇̉̈́͊͂̿̿͊̎̄̐͆͊̎͒͒̕͘͘̚͘͜͝͠W̵̨̢̧̨̡͍̥̲̭͇͕̯̺̲̲̲͓̲̺̲̙̭̜̮͖̙͍͚̓͗͋̐͂̿̿̃́̀̅̊̉̽̅̈́̒̕͘͠͠͝ͅͅh̸̡̧͎͚̼̮͖̰̩͙̗̭̻͙̙̦̲̥͚̠̤͉͍͍͕͉͖͕̻͕̳̖̲͓͇̪̫̀̑̒́̋͒͆͂͗͊̋͛̚͘͜y̵̡̨̢̠͕͆̇̾̔̋̽͑̆͌̆̒̇̆̔͆̈́̀͒̕ ̶̨̧̨̢͎̱̩͚̻͍͕͈͓͍͚̳̙͍̗̭̣̣̪͉̜͔̲͓͙̰̼͎͉̲̟̝̉̉̐̃̉̈́̈́́̔͛̀̒͐́̏̈́͗͑̍͆̏̅̉̿͊͊́́͛̒̆̄̑̋̚̚̕̕̕͠͠͝͝͝n̷̡̨̛̘͖͎͇͔̩̻͚͉͎͍̥͍͚͂̍̒̈́̃̎̅̇̑͋̍̎̔͂̓̃̉̍͑̉̄́̃̌̿̈́͊͌͑͐͌̃̎͆͆̿̒͒̈́̃̚͘̚͠ŏ̶̢̡͉͉̥̫̬̻̝̹̲̿̄͑̉̌̇͌̍̊͊̽́̽̐͂͆̈́̂̅̚͝͠͝ͅͅẁ̶̨̛̤̫̟̠̗͖͉̝̭̭̥̯̜̬̝͉̦͈̗̯͔̰̰̍̇̍͂̐̃̀̎̉͌̃̓́͌̿͂̉̐͂̂̉̆̽̕̕̚̕͝͝ͅͅ?̸̧̧̳͇͇͈͓̬̣͔͖̦̖͈̓͂̍͆̅̅̆̄̂̌̀̊̒̀̾̇̐͊̓̿̚͠͝ ̸̧̢̡̛̛̛͚͇͍̼͖̬͍̜͉̣̪̞̣̫̻̥͙̻̹̲͈̥̞̩̺̟͖̞̣̫̩̝͎͛͗͋͂̄̇̀̆́̔́̎͛͋͐̀͌͜͝͝ͅW̴̡̜̬̪̬̭͈̺̻̟̗̣͍̙͓̭̰̤͈̤̮̦̖̉̅̇̆͒̀͛͂͂̅̇́̒̀̓͘ͅh̸̢̢̢̲̗̺̪͙̠̠̦̗̹̥̙̯͈͚̮͕̦͈̼̯̘͙̲̼̗͚̉̿̒̓̈́̆̄̌̌̈́̈́̍́͑͂̓͑͘̚̕y̸̢̛͈̞̩̺͉̗̠͇͇̯̙͍͓͉̺̪̹̝͎̩͔̪͇̪̓̍͑́̎͆̀̂̐̎̂̌̀͒͂̄̎̂̆́̋̌͌̆̋̄̏̍͛̄̈͛͗̒͑͌̚̕͘̕͜͝ͅͅ ̶̨̫̫̹̺͕͈̤̬̼͍̒̉̌͆͆̈́̂́̇ͅn̸̡̡̢̢̨̘̟̳̰͉̺̲̮̹̙̞͔̭͖̹̘̯͇̳̖͍̮̮̖̘͙̜͙̝̙͈̰̦̠͖͊̀̄͋̃̄̾̀̇̐̽̓̉̿̐̆͋̉̐̈́̔̌̕̕͜͝͝͠͝ͅǫ̸̧̧̨̧̫̥̪̠̖̱̪͕̘̗̙̱͚͈͎̠͕̘̟̱̙͉̩̣̖͇̰̮̜̲̩̹̂̑̇̑͗̎̄͜͝͝ͅͅŵ̷̨̧̛̫̰̣͍̬̩̺̰̜̩͖̖̳́̄̂̈́̔͑̅͊̉̈́̌̑̂̏͛͘͝?̵̧̟̭̪͕̇̃̊̈́̑̍͜͠ ̴̨̧̧̧̥͕͇̺͖̥̰̗͉̙̳̦͚̼̠͍̫̺̳̘͇̺̬̤͙̫͙͇͔̙̘͔̬̗̯̔̿͒͌̀͆͛̏̈́͆̅̕ͅW̵̧̡̨̡̨̧̧̛̛̪͓̜̝̘̦̘̳͓̖̱͚͒́͐̇̏͊̽̓͛̅̆̾̀̿͘̕͝ͅͅͅh̵̢̨̢̢̧̡̠͚̗̭̳̜͎̩̻͕̣͉̺͚̜̥̲̗̳̗͇̦͎͚͔̙̜͕̱̭̤͚̗̟̻͇̪̼͊̃̐̈̆͋͑̀͆̏̌̆͑̀̋͋͘̚͜͝͝͝y̵̨̗̻̲̣̼͚̘̗͍̰̻̭̤̺͈̜͖̬̗̦̺̓̌̔̋̐̀́̆̆͗̔̋̔̈́̔́̋̿̇̃͐̈́͗̀̎̆͌̚͘̚͘͜͜͝͝ ̸̨̨̡̧̡͍̺̱͚̙̼͕̻̟̗̘͓͎̳͔͎̗̥͖̤̝͉̣̝͚̣͚̻̬͖̟̠͈̓͋̑͒͌̋̅̇̂̏̀̈̊̀͂͆n̴̢̢̢̨͕̟̣̱͔̣̠̬̳͚̞̣͕̝͙̰͚̩̝̺̬̩̫̙̜͎͕̱̪̯͉̗̆͐̉̅̽̓̈́͒̏̈́̇͒́̂̎͑̒̅̀̂̅͆̔̉͋̿̐̽̈́͆͌̏͊̚͘͜͠͠ͅǫ̶̱͙̪̭͎̘̳̱̩̳͓̺͌͛̀͆̎̈́̇̐̓̏͐̃̀̽̀̈́͛̈́̓̈́̋̾̓̚͘̕͜͜͠͝ͅw̷̧̧̨̘̠̟̤͚͕̺̜̳̽̾̃̂̋̔̀̿̈́̀̈́͘͘?̶̧̡̡̧̛͖̹͍͔̻͕̻̤̫̹̹̌̎́͛̂̓̏̓̽̅̽̇̎̀̏͂̉̅̌̋̊̆̂̓̿̕̕͝͝͠͝͝͠ ̸̦̦̮͉͓̮͍͖̩̘̠̭͎͕̣͉̦̝̯̞̭̞̘̳̭̬̪̤̮̱̠̿̽̄̋̅̅̉̄͌̍̐̀̍͘͘͜͜͝͝W̷̩̱̼̞̯̜͎̥̰̟̩̬͊͆̐͛̅̃̉͋͌͋̒̾̈́̐͘̚͠h̶̯̻̥̬͙̣̻͔̞͈͙̦͙̭̥̰̣̖́̇̓̄͗̌̂̓͌́̚͜͝y̸̼̖̮̠̮̰̥͠ ̸̢̡̗̭͓̥̹̦̯̗͕̹͙̱̞͊̕͜͜n̶̢̛̲͖͚͕͎̭͎̠͓̺̰͎̗͎̮̥̲͕̱̠̜̰͍̺̗͕̱̱̗͑̅̏̐̈́̓̓͜͜ͅo̶̻̥̊͂́̒̾̍͆̓͂̊̅̌̀͋͊̈́̇̑͗̃̂͐̈́̂͒̉̏̎͌̉̊̋̓̋̊́̏̒̀̕͘͠͝͠w̷̢̧̧̧̛̼̻̱̮̣̦̩͇͕̠̫̜̦̮̮̻͚̤͇̳͚͔̙̦͑́͆̓̃̽̿̆̅́̚?̷̨̢̢̢̨̦͓̹̠̘̟̦̬̜̟̣̼̝͍̗͓̖̣̮̗̙̝͔̹̠̻̼̪͓͈͕̱̤͔͒͌́̓͌̈̉̅̌͒͂̀̐̎͆͒͌̍͐́͐̏̓̂̄͘̕͘͜͠ͅͅͅ ̶̡̨̛̛̰̥̰͙̭̺͚̫̼̩͇͈̈́̽̋̾̂́͛̀͂͋́͛̃̊̆̉̀̀́̏̆̉̔̌̿̇͗̃̆̒̈́͘͘̚͝͠͝W̶̛̋̿̑̐͒̾̂͊̾̉̓͑͆̒̎̊̕͜͝ĥ̶̨̨̧̨̛̛͇̜̲͇̝͓͚̖̯͍̫̝̙͈̰͇̞̮͖̯̣̮͎͖̫͍̲͎̘̺̹̖̦̬͈̫̓͗̽̇̔̈́͗̂̇͋͊̑͊̆̿̿̅̌̒͆͛̆͑̃͂̀̋̓̑̏͜͠ͅý̷̧̩̲̱̟̩͉̠̻͖̻̯̳͚̘̹͋͗̉͆̓́̒͗͌̑͠ͅ ̷̢̡̡̛̝͎͉͍̠͚͕͔̹͍̱̯͇͓̙̥̩̰̱͋̃̀̐́̄͂̇̓͗̑̋̀̆̂͋̈́̍̌̌̌̑̅͐̋̊̃̿̚͘̚̚͝ͅͅn̴̡̨̨̢̡̢͎̬͚̦͓͕̩̳̻̳̩̪͔͚̗̳̠̹̬͚̩̹̱͚̩̯̰͉͖̩͔̘͙̺͉̼̘̑̈́͗̒̽́̈́͂̒̄̅͑̆͊̇̑̈́͒͆͒̐̓̎͐̈̌̃̈́̒̚̚͜͜͝͠ͅǫ̴̧̛̛̦͈̟̺̫̦̬͈͔̯̹̹̹̳̘̦͈͚̥̽̓̽͊̾̓͂̔̌͋̽͗̀̔̉͊͊͑̊̏̋͊̚̕̕͠͝͝͝w̴̛͈̏̾̔́͗̈́̓̓͝͝?̶̡̧͔̜̹̩̲̺̜̹̲̣̞̱͊́̅͛̀̓̏̂̀̔́̆̀́̊̎̾͋̋́̌̏̀̿͛̈́̓̚̚͜͝͠͝͝ͅ ̵̛̣̖̆̌̂̐̇͛̏͌͛̒̑̏͗̈̈́̀͋̍̅̇̐W̸͉͖̰̻͙͙͔̘̟͔̖͇̱̜̤̤̥̓̐̏̀͗́̅̂̈͛͊͌̂̉̔̃̀͘͜͝͠ḥ̸̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̙̥̟͈̥̼̠̻̮̖̲͆͗͑͂̎̀̈́͆͑̿̂̍̐̈́̿̎̿̄̒͗́͗̐̾̇̉̒̄̒̊̄̈́͐̕̕̕͜͝y̸̛͇̗̻̬̩̟̪̩̎͒̂̐̒͗̽͐̌͛̈̒̏̐͛́̉̍̾̒̓̆̀̃͐͑͆͊̾͆̕͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̷̧̨̧̢̺͎͈̻͚͕͕̮̱̻̼̝͓͍͎̓͜ṉ̵̨̡̢̨̢̡̛̥͔̝̫̮͓̣̲̳̹̝̬̩͚͓̟̟͚͚̝͖͈͓͕͎͎̗̘̪͚͂͆̉̉̋̆̂̌͒̆̈́͌͂̈̉̾͑̀̔̈́͆̓͋̈́̅̃͂͌͌̀̏̉̑͛͘͠͠ͅǫ̷̧̨̢̯͇͎̱̹̜̞̖̯̺̤̖̘̹̖̲̺̫̣̗̫̳̦̯͚͎̜͙̻̤͔͎̘̤̅̆́̅̓̆̍̊͆̄͛̆̑̆̊͐̂͒́̈́̀͒̌̇̕̚͘͘̕̚̚͜͝ͅẉ̸̢̰̟̞̤͕̺͈̣̭̯͕͖͚̄͒̀̓̂̂̀̓̉̂͆̓́ͅ?̶̡̧̢̡̼̞̱͉̬͙̖͈̝̦͚̱̬̙̖͍͇̹̐̂̾̓̓̏̆̊̿̂̿̀͐͋́̔̑̃͐͋̅̏̓̀̈̂͋͛́̈́̈̃̈́̀̃͛̐̈́̑̓̌͘͜͠ ̸̧̨̡̨̩̟͓̻̼̝̟̼̠̬͙͉̞̮͕͉͉̲̫̮͙̩̱̟̥̖̠̖͖͔̰̺̙̟̝̬̭̫̰̍̇̐̋́̈́̎̀̍̀̓̾̔̀̋̏̓̑̍͒̐̏̍̓͋̆̈́̆̓̕̕͜͜͠͠͠͝ͅW̴͗͆̿̾̚͜h̵͔̖̪͂̓y̵̢͓͖̱͑ ̷̦̤̻͙̹͑͌̅̀͘n̶̹͊̔́͜͝o̵̮͐̆w̴͉̼̌̒?̷̢̝̫̒͘ ̶͓̝̣̫̺̓͌͝W̴̟̩̪͑̾̆̉̈h̵̥͓̺̊̄̎̌͘y̵̜͛̽̾ ̵̦͚̘̠͒̑n̷̜͚̝̈́̽͘o̷̡̯͓̕͝w̶̝͍̎̆̾?̶̟̏̈́̔ ̵̨͓̖̀W̴̢̻͓̞̙̽̅̓̍̚h̷̳͎̞̜̋̌͊͑y̴̡͍̰̳̅͝ ̴̣͠n̷̢̻̟͑͐̓͂͂͜o̴̘͇͙͕̼̍́̑͝w̴̖̖̒?̶̡̭̱̽̎ ̵͉̞͈̫͔̈́͂W̵̮͗͑̽̓h̴̦̯̜̗͍̆y̴̨̑́ ̷͕̘̥̺̏n̶̟̟͋o̷͉͛̈́̌ͅw̴̡͍̼̗͋̾̔͊͝?̴̮̈́̊̆̂͛ ̶̟̎̇W̸̨̡̹͈̳̓̽h̵͔͇̓́̓ý̸̢͈̬̅̚ ̶̺͑͆̓̀͝n̷̛͇̳̘̙̆͠ȍ̸̥̗̩w̷͚̪̲͊͗̔̕?̸̥̇̽̃̾͝ ̷̭͈̈́͘Ẁ̴̪̙̘̆̎̑h̷̝̭̄̓̚ẙ̷̢͙̐ ̵͕̩̩̈́̂͝n̶̘̮̘̅͗̒̉ŏ̵̡̟̏͋ẅ̸̯́ͅ?̸̯̠͈̭͒̐̋ ̵̗̹̯̔͆̓̑͝W̶͍̋̀̿͒͝h̶̳̲̿̈͗͘ÿ̴̹͚͖́̐͝ ̵̡̱͠n̶̠̱͉͔̙̈́͗̚o̶̞̎̉̉͘ẘ̸̢̗͔͚͎̎͝?̴͙͌ ̴̦͔̣̊̆͑W̸̭͙̫̦͛̈́̔̓͜͝h̶̭̻͙̓͂̎͒̆͜ͅy̵̘̏̏ ̷͍̬͙͔͌̏̃͑͝ņ̶̡͎̣̮͋o̶̦͖̳͈͉͌̑͊ẅ̵̲̤͙͙́́͠?̵͇́ ̵͕͈̐̆̅̐W̸̗͌̋̕̚h̸͖͔͎̑̑̚ͅy̵͕̯͍̻̘̾̐͂̂̾ ̸̱̬͓́̈̊͌͝n̶̨̓͒̒̕ö̶̧̳͘̕͜w̵͕͇͌͗̏̑?̷͙̯̱̪͉͒̾̇ ̸̖͕̑W̷̹͎̮͉̼̽h̷̨̤͕͙͌͠ͅy̴̗͂͘̕ ̵̛̝͈̻̓̈́͋̀ṇ̵̄͋̕o̵̗̗̱͊w̶͓͓̺̻̓͗̒?̶̤͎͉̜̓̆̀̋ ̶̝̜̹̱͛̈͜W̴̞̣̭̞̎̐h̸̬̆̽͐̿͝y̴̗͙̲̙̌̓̀ ̷͖͈̜̗̾̚͠n̴͈̍̅̾̉̕o̸̧̼͍͍̺͌̽̉̈͝w̴͎̩͘?̴͔̱̬̌͌̆̊̉ ̷̩́̌̓W̵̰̱͉̔ͅĥ̵̹̖̰̥̋̌͠y̴͇̳̥͎͎̅ ̷̥͖́̏n̵̨͆̉͜ͅo̷̻̹͕̘̬̓̔͝w̷̝̜̩̄̅ͅ?̸̞͌͛͒̊͋͜ ̸͔̬̳̮͓̓̑͒͐̐W̸͈̱͑̍͘h̴̥̪͈̏̋̄̑̈́ŷ̷̭̥̖̻̆͜ ̶̝̱̬̞̞̽̿̂͘͘n̶̦̗̰͒͝ͅo̸̠̖̦͚͘ẅ̵̨̹̠́̽?̵͚̹̾̒̉͗̿ ̷̟̦̥́̏̏̐̃W̵͈͌̚h̴͖̔y̴̨̘̚ ̴̡̱͕̈́n̴̲͇̰̐̀̚ò̴̦̤̓ẁ̷̢̳̽͊?̴̪̘̤̈́̈ ̶̘̫͉̍͗͝W̴̡̝̍̿h̶̨͉̠́̔͐y̵͊́͜͝ ̵̼̳̟͗̈́͌n̴̢͌̋̑ổ̶̡̻̦̍ẅ̵̪̖̺́͆?̴̱͋̋͘ ̸̮̖͋̚W̵͍̪̪͒h̵̤͇͊̚ỵ̵̳̿̊̀ ̸̛̗͉͊͜͠n̸̘̥͖͐̓̎o̴̖̳͍͛̎w̵̭̅̈̓?̸͙̣̗̒͝ ̶̰̚W̴̹̄̃͜h̵̦̦͍̅ý̴̩̃͜ ̵̞̘̬̆͊n̷̗̗̄ȯ̸̘w̷̻͍͉̋?̷̧̼̰͒͐ ̷̨̿̄͌W̵̦̯̋h̵̲̋ỵ̴́ ̷̢̲̦̐̾n̷̢͛̀̕͜o̵̜̅͋w̷̯̰͘?̵͉̫̀̓͌ ̴̡̼͋̚Ẅ̷̤̺͗̄ͅh̴̡̭̃̚ȳ̶̫̑̚ ̴̡̥̦͒͒̏n̷̩̙̙̐͝ó̸͓̦ŵ̴̠̙̅̓?̷̙͖̮̍͠ ̴̙͘W̶̞̝͗h̴͕͐̚y̸͉͖̤͒̒̅ ̸̧̫͉̿̓n̷̞̓͑̚ò̴̯̤̿̚ẅ̸̨̬̠̉͘?̴͇͛ ̷͙̂̏́W̸͖͂̋h̷̹͆̅y̸̡̺͆ ̴̟̈͒n̷̳͓͋̚o̷̖̓̾̈́ẇ̶̘͂̈́?̸͓͊͋̀ ̸̨̞̊W̶̤͔̍̌h̵̯͋̈́y̵̠̥̤͌ ̵̱̳̈́͝ͅn̸͇̔̀͛o̷̞̬͐̍w̴͇̽́͐?̷͚͇͈͐̅́ ̷̲̩̿̋͝W̴̻̟͐͆h̵̪̮̏̀̓y̶͚͌͠ ̷̰̼͆ǹ̷͎̌o̵̡̝͚͐̅̇ẇ̴̲̃?̸̪̳͚̆ ̵͚̆̕W̶͇̾h̷̯̪̊͛ÿ̸̮͕͋͜ ̶̣̦̊͜ṉ̸̢̠͑͋̕ǫ̶̽͌͋w̸̹̤̐́?̶͙͍̺͆ ̵̡̗̯̂W̸̳̙̅͐͋ḥ̷̲̾̏̿y̴̢̫͂̈́ͅ ̵̻̲̤̀̓͑n̴͉̦̍ő̷̠w̸̱̻̚?̵͎̱̯̍̏̕ ̴̠̋͛W̷̭̍́͘h̶̡͓͖͠ẙ̷̢̳͕ ̴̖͌̈́̈́ṋ̴̰́̔͠o̸̝̙̟̔͝ẉ̸̧̳̐̂?̴̦͂͜͝ ̷̨̘̝̂͒̑W̵͈͌̚h̴͖̔y̴̨̘̚ ̴̡̱͕̈́n̴̲͇̰̐̀̚ò̴̦̤̓ẁ̷̢̳̽͊?̴̪̘̤̈́̈ ̶̘̫͉̍͗͝W̴̡̝̍̿h̶̨͉̠́̔͐y̵͊́͜͝ ̵̼̳̟͗̈́͌n̴̢͌̋̑ổ̶̡̻̦̍ẅ̵̪̖̺́͆?̴̱͋̋͘ ̸̮̖͋̚W̵͍̪̪͒h̵̤͇͊̚ỵ̵̳̿̊̀ ̸̛̗͉͊͜͠n̸̘̥͖͐̓̎o̴̖̳͍͛̎w̵̭̅̈̓?̸͙̣̗̒͝ ̶̰̚W̴̹̄̃͜h̵̦̦͍̅ý̴̩̃͜ ̵̞̘̬̆͊n̷̗̗̄ȯ̸̘w̷̻͍͉̋?̷̧̼̰͒͐ ̷̨̿̄͌W̵̦̯̋h̵̲̋ỵ̴́ ̷̢̲̦̐̾n̷̢͛̀̕͜o̵̜̅͋w̷̯̰͘?̵͉̫̀̓͌ ̴̡̼͋̚Ẅ̷̤̺͗̄ͅh̴̡̭̃̚ȳ̶̫̑̚ ̴̡̥̦͒͒̏n̷̩̙̙̐͝ó̸͓̦ŵ̴̠̙̅̓?̷̙͖̮̍͠ ̴̙͘W̶̞̝͗h̴͕͐̚y̸͉͖̤͒̒̅ ̸̧̫͉̿̓n̷̞̓͑̚ò̴̯̤̿̚ẅ̸̨̬̠̉͘?̴͇͛ ̷͙̂̏́W̸͖͂̋h̷̹͆̅y̸̡̺͆ ̴̟̈͒n̷̳͓͋̚o̷̖̓̾̈́ẇ̶̘͂̈́?̸͓͊͋̀ ̸̨̞̊W̶̤͔̍̌h̵̯͋̈́y̵̠̥̤͌ ̵̱̳̈́͝ͅn̸͇̔̀͛o̷̞̬͐̍w̴͇̽́͐?̷͚͇͈͐̅́ ̷̲̩̿̋͝W̴̻̟͐͆h̵̪̮̏̀̓y̶͚͌͠ ̷̰̼͆ǹ̷͎̌o̵̡̝͚͐̅̇ẇ̴̲̃?̸̪̳͚̆ ̵͚̆̕W̶͇̾h̷̯̪̊͛ÿ̸̮͕͋͜ ̶̣̦̊͜ṉ̸̢̠͑͋̕ǫ̶̽͌͋w̸̹̤̐́?̶͙͍̺͆ ̵̡̗̯̂W̸̳̙̅͐͋ḥ̷̲̾̏̿y̴̢̫͂̈́ͅ ̵̻̲̤̀̓͑n̴͉̦̍ő̷̠w̸̱̻̚?̵͎̱̯̍̏̕ ̴̠̋͛W̷̭̍́͘h̶̡͓͖͠ẙ̷̢̳͕ ̴̖͌̈́̈́ṋ̴̰́̔͠o̸̝̙̟̔͝ẉ̸̧̳̐̂?̴̦͂͜͝ ̷̨̘̝̂͒̑W̵͈͌̚h̴͖̔y̴̨̘̚ ̴̡̱͕̈́n̴̲͇̰̐̀̚ò̴̦̤̓ẁ̷̢̳̽͊?̴̪̘̤̈́̈ ̶̘̫͉̍͗͝W̴̡̝̍̿h̶̨͉̠́̔͐y̵͊́͜͝ ̵̼̳̟͗̈́͌n̴̢͌̋̑ổ̶̡̻̦̍ẅ̵̪̖̺́͆?̴̱͋̋͘ ̸̮̖͋̚W̵͍̪̪͒h̵̤͇͊̚ỵ̵̳̿̊̀ ̸̛̗͉͊͜͠n̸̘̥͖͐̓̎o̴̖̳͍͛̎w̵̭̅̈̓?̸͙̣̗̒͝ ̶̰̚W̴̹̄̃͜h̵̦̦͍̅ý̴̩̃͜ ̵̞̘̬̆͊n̷̗̗̄ȯ̸̘w̷̻͍͉̋?̷̧̼̰͒͐ ̷̨̿̄͌W̵̦̯̋h̵̲̋ỵ̴́ ̷̢̲̦̐̾n̷̢͛̀̕͜o̵̜̅͋w̷̯̰͘?̵͉̫̀̓͌ ̴̡̼͋̚Ẅ̷̤̺͗̄ͅh̴̡̭̃̚ȳ̶̫̑̚ ̴̡̥̦͒͒̏n̷̩̙̙̐͝ó̸͓̦ŵ̴̠̙̅̓?̷̙͖̮̍͠ ̴̙͘W̶̞̝͗h̴͕͐̚y̸͉͖̤͒̒̅ ̸̧̫͉̿̓n̷̞̓͑̚ò̴̯̤̿̚ẅ̸̨̬̠̉͘?̴͇͛ ̷͙̂̏́W̸͖͂̋h̷̹͆̅y̸̡̺͆ ̴̟̈͒n̷̳͓͋̚o̷̖̓̾̈́ẇ̶̘͂̈́?̸͓͊͋̀ ̸̨̞̊W̶̤͔̍̌h̵̯͋̈́y̵̠̥̤͌ ̵̱̳̈́͝ͅn̸͇̔̀͛o̷̞̬͐̍w̴͇̽́͐?̷͚͇͈͐̅́ ̷̲̩̿̋͝W̴̻̟͐͆h̵̪̮̏̀̓y̶͚͌͠ ̷̰̼͆ǹ̷͎̌o̵̡̝͚͐̅̇ẇ̴̲̃?̸̪̳͚̆ ̵͚̆̕W̶͇̾h̷̯̪̊͛ÿ̸̮͕͋͜ ̶̣̦̊͜ṉ̸̢̠͑͋̕ǫ̶̽͌͋w̸̹̤̐́?̶͙͍̺͆ ̵̡̗̯̂W̸̳̙̅͐͋ḥ̷̲̾̏̿y̴̢̫͂̈́ͅ ̵̻̲̤̀̓͑n̴͉̦̍ő̷̠w̸̱̻̚?̵͎̱̯̍̏̕ ̴̠̋͛W̷̭̍́͘h̶̡͓͖͠ẙ̷̢̳͕ ̴̖͌̈́̈́ṋ̴̰́̔͠o̸̝̙̟̔͝ẉ̸̧̳̐̂?̴̦͂͜͝ ̷̨̘̝̂͒̑ ̶̨̡̙̘̜̪̦͚̥̼̩͇̬̬̻̥̱͙̻͕̱̬̟̫͇͎̝̬͓͖̗̖̱̣̱̱̖̮̥̰̥̼͋͛̾̄̂́͌͒̔̽̾̽̚͘͜ͅͅ ̷̧̛̳͔̮͖͓̓̅̊͛̀̇̅̀̈́̈́̈̋̃͛̏͐̐̈́̃̃͛̆̔̀̚͘̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ ̶̡̨̨̡̧̛͈̠͕̜͖̹̦̬̲͇̞̟͓̦̫̼͚͓̦̯̪̹̱̰̮̭͙̮͖͔͉̘̓̐̾̉̑̓͗͌̌̀̏̂͑̽̍̑̒͌̑̂̆̀̄̂̒́̃̄͋̄̋̃̈̎͌̋̽͂͗͘̕̚͘̕͜ͅ] <hr>[[Bring me back|Extras]]

- //Internal monologue #2// - How troublesome. //What a blunder.// A miscalculation. //I panicked.// Sometimes there is just no way to predict him, even after all this time. But really, wanting me to sleep with another man? //And I agreed so readily, too. Was I too eager? What if this was a test? No, he isn't that malicious. Honest, pure ... but even a saint has vices.// Numerous. //We've done worse before.// Still, I could have handled this without him knowing. //No way, they had already met. It would have only been a matter of time before he found out through other means.// I really should have monitored him more closely. //But even then, there was no way for me to be there. I can't be around him all the time, yet.// But even so ... I can do this. //No one else could do the things I do for him.// No one. <hr>//Something falls to the floor and $nameGF sighs, hoping that all the research she was able to do would be enough.// [[Go back|Extras]]

You rejoin $nameGF in the bedroom. Her old uniform still fits her, mostly. The blazer has become tighter and the skirt is shorter now, ending just below her knees. You crouch down to get a good angle. The dark blue is still the same as before, it has barely faded at all. "$nameYou..." "This is a completely normal reaction." If only your actions would mirror your words. Ever forward now, with camera in hand. //Click.// "$nameYou, people have gone to jail for this or paid horrendous fines." //Click.// She mock protests and grabs her skirt, slowly pulling it up. Your fingers tense around the camera but you can't take the picture. Sights such as these are supposed to be remembered, not archived.(if: $thing is true)[ "I can't say that I'm too happy about being passed around like a thing, however." $nameGF sits down. The flash of black lace beneath her skirt is replaced by cloth enveloping your face. "//Have a turn...// you could really have said that in a less hurtful way." The skirt tightens and you're held down against the floor. "But then again ... maybe it's easier like this? Thinking of me as just an item?" Muffled sound escapes from your mouth, unable to properly speak with the fabric held tightly against it. There is slight pressure against your lips before $nameGF lifts the skirt. She cups your face and stares right into your eyes. "Do think about me more next time." You nod. $nameGF smiles and stands up, holding out her hand.](if: $ntri is true)[ But even memories fade, no? //Click.// "For posterity." $nameGF laughs and takes a step forward. Her foot pushes the camera away before you can take another pantyshot. "And who would you show this picture to?" The black lace of her underwear hugs the curve of her buttocks and she steps over you with a twirl. Beneath the fluttering skirt you're subjected to a sudden bout of nostalgia. "My older self, of course. To remind myself of this girl I met in school." "You will have to tell me all about this other girl ..." Her eyes catch the dim light of the room and you're back again, in the classroom at dusk. "But this time you won't tie me up to a chair, right?" "Oh, this time I will strip you down without interruptions and-" A loud sneeze comes from the living room. "And eat you up." $nameGF sighs and offers you her hand.] "$nameYou, do you remember the safeword?" Of course. "It's //taser//, oh, we haven't told $nameBully." $nameGF puts her index finger to her lips. "It's fine, we'll let him [[find out|Re:Solved]]."

Some days pass and you get to spend some time together with $nameGF again. However, she looks rather worried. "Are you sure you want it to happen //here//? And you want to be present?" You're lying on the couch, head cradled in her lap. "Yes, I don't want you to be alone with him, I don't trust him //that// much." She just shakes her head, not further striking at the weakness in your argument. "I can defend myself, they make powerful stun guns nowadays ... " "We can't be too prepared." $nameGF leans over you, her breasts cover your eyes. "But what if he becomes violent against you, again? And why ... here? I don't want //him// here." "Oh ... I thought it would be convenient? You have a door guard for the building and all, so he can't call more people. You would be safer as well, we outnumber him." There's no way to tell her expression but from the vibrations of her chest she is muttering something. "This is a bad idea, but fine. We will have to buy covers for the furniture and everything else as well. Oh~ what am I going to do with this kink of yours? How will you even get him to agree?" Oh, that will be easy. "He won't be able to [[refuse|Lure]]."

(if: $hook is true)[Just before you fall asleep your phone buzzes. Ken has answered your question, finally. //k, i'll do it//](if: $allure is true)[(colour: #3680ec) [So? What is your answer?] //how do u even have my number// (colour: #3680ec) [$nameGF gave it to me.] //whatever, yeah i'll have sex with her//] Of course he (link-reveal: "would.")[ <hr>Despite her misgivings $nameGF has nonetheless prepared the living room for when $nameBully would be coming over. Her terms were simple: he would only see the living room, nothing else. So now white sheets are thrown over the furniture, spilling over onto the floor, nearly covering it completely. The loss of colour gives the room a sterile feeling. Further aided by the pale, blue-ish light falling in from the windows, casting long shadows over the cloth. You press the button and the shutter closes. //Click.// $nameGF’s camera is a familiar weight in your hands, even though you haven’t used it in years. She used to be so attached to it, always slinging it around. Although after school her interests shifted to cinematography and then to more general engineering. You show her the pictures you've taken so far and she nods approvingly. “I see you still remember my lessons.” The camera swings around, a distinct whirr coming from the objective until it's focused on her. //Click.// “You were a good teacher, very patient, understanding.” All of her features are so familiar. //Click.// No wonder you rarely used it. There was simply no need for it. //Click.// She smiles and strikes one last pose before pushing the camera down. “I’d rather you look directly at me, though.” Her last demand being that you don't take too many pictures. The doorbell rings before you can reassure her that you would behave. Instead you just nod and make your way to the door. $nameBully is faintly smelling of sweat and tobacco. There’s a redness to his cheeks and the damp smell of rain coming off of him. And he's //tall//, imposingly so from up close. “'sup.” You step aside to let him in. “Nice place you got.” “Yes, quite.” $nameGF is sitting on the couch as you bring him to the living room. You point out the armchair for $nameBully and sit down next to her. “Alright, $nameBully, do you remember our last talk?” His eyes dart around the room. Not that you can blame him, the decoration is rather unsettling. “You want me to have sex with your girlfriend, yeah?” “Exactly, $nameGF has already agreed to it. I hope you don't mind my presence?" $nameBully's chin slips from his hand. “Huh? What do you mean?” You nod towards the camera in your hands. “I’ll be taking pictures.” “I can do that for you." "Absolutely not." "Listen here-" You shake your head. "You have no idea about framing and how to compose a shot. Let me see those pictures again, I’ll show you.” $nameBully is irritated, but it’s the truth. His pictures get the idea across, but nothing more. “Look, half of $nameGF's face is missing, this one is blurry, this one is decent but the flash ruins it.” You arrive at the last picture, it’s the one with $nameGF glaring at the camera. “This one is the best of the bunch. You captured her eyes so there’s something more going on than just your penis.” $nameBully scowls and puts his phone away. "Right, whatever. Can I ask you one more thing, $nameYou?" "Go ahead." He leans forward. "Why do you even want to see me have sex with $nameGF? Not that I'm against it." $nameGF exhales sharply, shaking her head. "I'll be going ahead and get changed, $nameYou." You kiss briefly, keenly aware of $nameBully's gaze. <hr>|Choice1>["To show you that you can't take her away from me. No matter what."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["I'm interested in this, for my art."] (click: ?Choice1)["Wha-" //He still doesn't get it//. You'll have to spell it out again. "She is //mine//, but you're too stubborn to see that. So I'll let you have a turn, make you see for yourself, then you'll finally understand." $nameBully gives you that dumbfounded look again. Seems it's rather hard for him to understand the extent of what $nameGF is willing to do. "Fine, alright. Just ... lemme undress alone, ok?" Finally, things are (link: "moving")[(set: $thing to true)(goto: "Uniform")] along. (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[$nameBully looks at you, mouth agape. "Fuck, you two actually crazy. Don't blame me when she actually likes my cock more and falls for me, yeah?" //Flash. Click.// "Shit, what was that for?" You gaze at the display. Eyes that are looking straight ahead, a wry grin. "Documenting your face so I can show it to you later on." "Whatever, dude." You leave the living room to allow $nameBully to (link: "undress")[(set: $ntri to true)(goto: "Uniform")] in peace. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]] [[ |Uniform]]

It's nice to go back to the basics. Anatomy, construction, light and shadows. Of course you could've done it at home, but honing your craft in the big atelier serves multiple purposes. Real time critique from the other artists, for once. As well as waiting for $nameBully. Today is the third day already, of just waiting and drawing. You check the clock, $nameGF should be coming home soon. No point in pushing it. You rinse off your brushes and begin to pack up. Progress was made, but not enough. Just as you are about to leave, your patience finally pays off. $nameBully strides into the atelier, spotting you with a sneer. "Still here, huh?" You shrug while stowing away the rest of your materials. "Of course. Practice makes perfect. Regrettably I have no pictures to show off today, so if you'll excuse me." You try to push past him but $nameBully just puts an arm around your shoulders, forcing you into a half-hug. His phone flashes alive in front of you. "C'mon, leaving already? Lemme' show you something good." There's no point in resisting, maybe you'll even get to see something interesting. "Look who I //just// met." He shows you the blowjob pictures of $nameGF. The same four pictures you've already seen before. "She was really into it, you know? Your girlfriend is a real freak. She even wore her old highschool uniform when I asked her. Sorry you had to find out this way." $nameBully barks a laugh. The familiar curl of his mouth, the spiteful glint in his eyes, he's having fun. Just like old times. "Nice try, but her ears aren't pierced in your pictures. You also do realize that she's still underage in these photos, yes?" The laughter dies within his throat and $nameBully looks at you. "What are you talking about?" "Her earlobes, she only got them pierced after I bought her earrings for our first anniversary. Zoom in and you'll see." You are finally let go while he checks his phone. His eyes widen as his thumbs move around, smirk fading away. Now or never. "$nameGF still has that uniform, you know?" That's a rather dumbfounded look, isn't it? Just one more push. "Do you want to see it again?" "... the fuck are you talking about?" He's slower than anticipated. <hr>|Choice1>["I'm asking you if you want to see $nameGF in her old uniform again."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[//This needs a more direct approach.//] (click: ?Choice1)[$nameBully still hasn't lost his confused look. Maybe it was wrong to assume that he would be so easily convinced? You'll have to spell it out for him. "I'm asking you if you want to have sex with my girlfriend, in her uniform." Realization dawns on his face, (link: "finally")[(set: $allure to true)(goto: "Den")]. You walk past $nameBully and leave the atelier. "Think about it. I'll be in touch." (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[You take $nameBully's phone from his hands and grab him by the shoulders. "$nameBully, I want you to have sex with my girlfriend." "What the ... ?" He's confused. How? It's a simple request. "Is that not what you wanted? Ok, look. Just think about it, alright?" You hand him back his phone. "I'll stay in (link: "touch")[(set: $hook to true)(goto: "Den")]."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]] [[ |Den]]

$nameGF strides into the living room, her feet barely making any sound on the floor. (if: $thing is true)[You carefully frame $nameBully's gaze while capturing $nameGF's back as she walks into the middle of the room. //Click.// “Shit, you really filled out your uniform.” //That she did.// Shutter sounds accompany $nameGF as she turns around, slightly shifting the fabrics around her feet.](if: $ntri is true)[$nameBully rubs his nose before another sneeze explodes from his mouth. “Can you turn up the heating?” “No.” $nameGF answers for you. "It'll warm up soon enough." Her displeased face is such a delight. What a rare sight. ]The sweat on your palms only becomes apparent after you lower the camera and move towards them. The idea is already in your head, but having to put it into practice? "So, uh, we’re, //you// are going to reenact those pictures you took of her. And this time we're, //I//, am going to get some decent shots." $nameGF nods, sits down and begins to unbutton her blazer. $nameBully is wearing that confused expression again. Judging from the droop of his shoulders he expected more. “A blowjob … that’s it?” “Well, what other scenario did you have in mind with her uniform?” A downcast look. “Sex, of course. You asked me to.” $nameGF just shrugs. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day for your delusions.” “Shit … a blowjob isn't sex ...” A most severe tongue click makes both of you jump. Following her nonverbal disagreement $nameGF shoots $nameBully a nasty glare. "Move it." $nameBully nods and pulls down his underwear. For some reason his hands won't leave his private parts, though. This simply won't do. "Whenever you're ready, $nameBully." You try to encourage him, but to no avail. $nameGF stifles a giggle. “Performance anxiety? Really? How disappointing~” “Fuck you, both of you!" $nameGF looks back at you and shrugs, smiling from ear to ear. “Look at him $nameYou, he can't do it. I don't think this is going to work. Let's just send him home~" <hr>|Choice1>["... can't be helped, I guess."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["$nameBully, come with me for a second."] (click: ?Choice1)[Her smile drops. "Don't look so disappointed, $nameYou. Do you really want this to happen so much?" You look at $nameBully and then back at $nameGF. And from deep within your desires flare up, dark and heavy. "Yes." In one motion $nameGF stands up from the floor and brings her face close to yours. Her arms snake around your torso, preventing you from getting away, and you're subjected to the black pools of her irises. Searching, probing for a sign of insecurity. //"Are you absolutely sure? You won't think worse of me by the end of it? Promise me."// Her voice is a low hush. //"I would never, I promise."// $nameGF closes the distance for a quick kiss before her poker face blooms into a delighted smile. "Very well, then. //You.//" She addresses $nameBully while still looking at you and points towards the armchair next to the couch. "Sit down, or else we won't be able to get this started. $nameYou, leave the room until I tell you to come in." It's hard to not follow her orders when she starts giving them out with that [[stern look|Ruler]] of hers.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[You lead him into the kitchen. "Okay, what's the problem? You weren't against doing this two days ago." (if: $thing is true)["This isn't a trap right? Can I get some guarantee that you won't call the cops on me again?" "As long as you don't hurt her we're not going to have any problems." $nameBully nods. One hand moves off his crotch as if he wanted to shake hands. "It's fine, you have my word. Come on, (link: "let's go")[(set: $accomplice to true)(goto: "Ruler")] back."](if: $ntri is true)["I'm just nervous, ok? She's just so beautiful." //She really is.// "Yes, but what's the problem?" "It's you." $nameBully stabs a finger in your direction. "She's wasted on you." The sound of the shutter is accompanied by a flash. "Shit! Stop doing that!" While $nameBully is rubbing his eyes you carefully scrutinize the second portrait you took of him. Ah, finally, some emotions on his face. What a nice contrast to his meek behavior back from earlier. "Wasted on me, you say?" "You're a fucking degenerate, using her for your so called //art//!" //Using her?// This man holds some interesting ideas. This might be fun. "Go on then, [[//h e r o//|Knight]], save the princess." $nameBully is clearly pissed off by your mockery before stomping off, matching the heavy thumps of your heart.](replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]

You follow him into the living room. $nameGF shoots you a wary glance when $nameBully isn't slowing down. In one swoop she is picked up from the floor and thrown onto the couch. Her hair is in complete disarray, her expression one of surprise. //Click.// $nameBully turns around with a snarl. "You sick fuck! Can't you see, $nameGF? He's a degenerate! I'll treat you right, I promise." $nameGF looks at you again. Surprise turning into concern. "Taser." <hr>|Choice1>[[[//Click.//|Penitent]]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) [Grab it!]] (click: ?Choice1) [(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[You grab one of the hidden stun guns and press the trigger. It comes to life with a crackle and lightning arcs between the electrodes, catching $nameBully's attention. "Try me, puss-" His threat is cut off by $nameGF pressing her own stun gun into his neck and setting it off. $nameBully's whole body seizes up and hits the floor with a loud thump. You rush over to $nameGF, embracing her, checking her body for bruises from being thrown around. Oh, how her eyes smolder. In any other situation you might have marveled at the tilt of her eyebrows or how her lips are slightly raised to a snarl. But not now. "Are you hurt?" You catch her attention with the question, making the anger in her eyes die away. "No ... no, I'm fine, thanks, $nameYou." She slips from your arms and uses her foot to kick $nameBully. He doesn't move. "At least you listened to me //now// ..." Ah, she's upset, of course she is. You really fucked up. Risked her wellbeing over some cheap thrills. Unforgivable. $nameGF walks over to the table and picks up her phone. She smiles and shows you the display. It's a video of $nameBully throwing her around and the following intervention. She seems so calm, so collected, meanwhile your mind races, trying to think of solutions. Should you just kill $nameBully? He's defenseless right now ... just stab him? Would $nameGF want that? Sweat pours down your body. Surely she would accept that as an apology. A hand lands on your shoulder and you jerk away, startled. Oh, it's $nameGF. She gives you a warm, reassuring smile. "Let me handle this." It pains you, but handing off the issue to her is the smartest move right now. Of course, she always knows what to do. You'll get your next chance to show her how sorry you are. "Hello, police? Yes, we have an assailant here. No, no one is in [[danger|Equalizer]], but someone is hurt." (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]] (set: $knight to true) (set: $penitent to false) (set: $wretch to false)

The sound of the shutter silences both $nameGF and $nameBully. If only for a moment. Her eyes lock onto you. But they only meet the lens. Impartial, cold, distant. $nameBully is pinning $nameGF to the couch, one hand holding up her wrists while the other one is moving under her skirt. She's resisting, fiercely, but he is just too strong. Fabric rips and a ruined pair of lace panties land on the ground. The black contrasting so nicely with the white sheets. Her expression changes again, concern mounts into fear as the skirt is lifted, exposing her to the camera. //Click.// "$nameYou! Taser!" The pitch of her voice changes again. A rare harmony, even if distorted. <hr>|Choice1>[[[Move closer.|Wretch]]]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>[!!!] (click: ?Choice1) [(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)[//Ah, he ruined it//. You get out one of the hidden stun guns and turn it on. The crackling lightning catches $nameBully's attention, just a bit too late. You shoulder into him and drive the electrodes hard enough into his flank to pierce skin. He instantly goes rigid and you both crash onto the couch. "What's the big idea, $nameBully?" You inch closer to him, still not letting go of the trigger. "This is not how you approach a woman you want to seduce." The stun gun is getting hot in your hand. $nameGF did say something about continuous discharge. Oh yes, $nameGF, where is she? You look around and spot her sitting at the other end of the couch, rubbing her wrists. "Are you alright?" She just shakes her head, not even gracing you with words. It hurts, but the pain is still supressed by your own anger. Anger that makes your vision shake. //Anger at what, though?// How he was hurting $nameGF or rather that he ruined this little scenario you planned out? Neither option offers much peace of mind. You brought her into a situation where she could get hurt. And you wanted her to have sex with someone else. At least you haven't lost sight of her wellbeing, yet. But what a terrible thought, the possibility that you could ever wish for harm to befall $nameGF. The trickles of sweat on your body leave ice-cold trails, making you shiver. Your hand stays hot however. The stun gun is still going off inside $nameBully. With a jerk you let go and the black brick clatters onto the floor. The stiff body finally relaxes and starts to move again. $nameGF is saying something to him, waving her own device around, but you can't really understand her. All you want to do is close your eyes and let the [[dizziness|Prisoner]] pass.(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]] (set: $knight to false) (set: $penitent to true) (set: $wretch to false)

Two policemen and three paramedics occupy the living room. The emergency doctor is assessing $nameBully who's still lying down. He's talking, but very quietly. His speech is slurred and very slow as well. The doctor just shakes his head after asking the same question for the third time without getting a proper answer. "Alright, get him into the ambulance, we need a CT." The paramedics depart, taking $nameBully with them. $nameGF is sitting next to you on the couch, still dressed in her uniform. The police officers compare their notes and the older one scratches his head. "So, you were about to have a threesome?" You shake your head. "No, I wasn't going to participate physically. I was only going to watch and take pictures." "And you two are in a relationship, and he, $nameBully, was a third party?" "Yes." How ridiculous it sounds to string these words together. But it's the truth nonetheless. The officers watch the video on $nameGF's phone again and talk out of earshot for a while before coming back. "Look, whatever you kids are up to, just ... stay safe. We'll stay in contact." They leave the apartment as well and you sink back into the couch. More than embarrassing, the questioning was plain exhausting. $nameGF slumps into you and sighs. The adrenaline has finally worn off and you are yourself again, mostly. You reach for her hand and she lets it happen. "I'm sorry." Her answer is blunt, painfully so. "Good." "I won't bring it up, again." "Very good." She plants a kiss on your cheek and stands up, her uniform falling away on the way to the bath. You follow her, picking up the trail. The blazer, surprisingly heavy. The shirt, nearly translucent. The skirt, long and pleated. The lace underwear she wore earlier, bereft of all allure. A spout of cold water greets you inside the bath. Blinking away the droplets you catch $nameGF bending over to fill the bathtub. Her bright laughter echoes within the bathroom and you wonder if you still deserve these moments of mundane happiness. Well, (link: "whatever")[(set: $equalizer to true)(goto: "Commentary #2")]. You undress and fall into her waiting arms. (set: $knight to true) (set: $penitent to false) (set: $wretch to false) (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_________________________]")[(link: "Later on")[(set: $surveillance to true)(goto: "Aftermath")]] [[ |Commentary #2]] [[ |Aftermath]]

Not yet. You have to capture //more//, see it //all//. The cloth wraps around your legs like chains, dragging you down. But still you advance. The lens whirrs and your vision shrinks. Down to the moment of insertion. She screams, it's music to your ears. Finally you have witnessed the full breath of her, finally everything that is to know about $nameGF is laid out in front of you. From joy to despair you have catalogued everything. "$nameYou! __ __ __ __ __!"  Her eyes are full of tears but there's still light in them. Not even your betrayal has managed to extinguish it. Unyielding still. [[//Click.//|Lost]] (set: $knight to false) (set: $penitent to false) (set: $wretch to true)

A grand and terrible beauty fixes her baleful gaze on you. It's anger and fury, threatening to burn you away. You want to shrink and shrivel away, cease to exist so you can escape from this attention. But the cosmos isn't that kind. At last she looks away from the lens and towards $nameBully. Pure hatred. "____ __"  $nameGF is smiling, teeth on full display as $nameBully brings his face closer. The kiss! You have to see this! //Click.// A thin strand of saliva stretches out in between them as they part. $nameBully utters something and stretches his tongue towards $nameGF. Her eyes go cold, you know that look. She's moments away from doing something rash. You should ... //Should do what?// Nothing. Exactly nothing. She is the most bewitching like this after all. Her lips fold around $nameBully's tongue, drawing it out further and further until she bites down onto the soft flesh. Crimson tears blossom all around her teeth, sinking deeper and deeper. //Click.// The violent movements of her neck, blood staining her teeth, her focused eyes, you manage to capture it all. You lower the camera. It has served its purpose. A smear of crimson runs down her chin while $nameBully recoils, stumbling back and falling to the ground. A red jet gushes from his mouth, the blood running through his finger, unable to stem the flow. A meaty lump lands on the floor next to him, still twitching. "___ ______ __ __ ___ ____"  $nameGF reaches into a pocket of her blazer and pulls out a stun gun. It comes to life with a staccato beat and $nameBully is touched by lightning. Unlike thunder it doesn't abate, however. Limbs seize up and twitch, his fearful eyes grow wide and look at you, pleading. But what are you supposed to do? Nothing comes of it, you cannot step in. The convulsion become worse, the smell of burnt skin stings in your nose, but there is no stopping $nameGF. Her eyes are //alive//, more than you've seen in years, not since meeting her in school. "__ _______ ____ ____"  Her head swings around. You should run, flee, there will be no fight here. But you remain anchored, in this swamp of your own lust, enraptured by her beauty. $nameGF crawls over to you. Her hand goes past your clothing. It's unbelievably hot, leaving the sensation of coldness as she pulls away. Cloudy liquids drop the the floor. "You seem to have enjoyed yourself, $nameYou~" She drags her tongue across her sullied palm, gathering as much as possible before swallowing. Tears well up in her eyes again while the blush on her cheeks darkens and spreads to the tip of her ears. "But this time, $nameYou~ You rea~lly hurt me this time ..." Your terror reaches its peak, or is arousal making your heart burst? $nameGF stands in front of you, the hem of her skirt tickling your nose. You look up into the impenetrable dark of her eyes. And then she just steps over you. The feeling of the cloth, the slight hardness of the pleats lingers on your face until heavy objects drop onto the floor next to you. A mallet. The cleaver you bought her years ago, worn with age and use. "You know what to do, right, $nameYou?" //Of course.// What else is there to do? After throwing her to the wolves, betraying her trust? The burden is on you now, to give her proof of your devotion. And how readily the solution presents itself to you. "I'll take the fall." And thus her smile finally returns. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me a second time." You share one last kiss, metallic, salty, sweet. What a rush! This feeling of purpose, to be able to carry out her will. Energized you take up your instruments and head towards the body on the (link-reveal: "floor.")[ <hr>It's hard work, fulfilling as well. Breaking down a human body should also be dirty, but can anything done in her name truly be filthy? Bones break and shatter, marrow clings to the mallet, blood flies, the blade of the cleaver chips. The white sheets around you have long become dark. One stays clean, however. $nameGF hovers behind you, on the threshold to the living room, watching you work. You can feel her gaze on your body and it only excites you more. She showed you how to butcher birds and fish before, the principle stays the same. Sever the tendons, apply pressure to the joints, remove the guts. And so you forge on. Night approaches and you survey the fruits of your labour. Your whole body hurts, but the pain is welcome. Penance, of a sort. $nameGF is speaking to someone on the phone before she blows you a kiss and leaves the apartment. Only one more thing to do. Your own phone lights up and you punch in the numbers. "Hello, police? Yes, I have [[killed|Paradise]] a man."]

The years in prison go by in a flash. More and more of your cell is filled with murals. Intricate, intertwining patterns of perfect mathematical precision. Sometimes weeks go by without interference, other weeks you'd have to restart daily. If only the acquisition of pigment was an easier task. Your palette shrinks constantly, only red ever staying in abundant supply. Easy, since you can always tap it right from the source. And thus your latest work is created. Spanning every wall of the cell, even the floor and the ceiling. The guards give you an aghast look and put you into solitary. Somewhat hurtful. <hr>Compared to prison the closed facility, however, borders on hell. No longer are you allowed to paint, even your thoughts are being suppressed. Bereft of your pictures, robbed of your words you disappear hour by hour, day after day. The only constant in your life are the regular visits of //her//. She's warm, kind, without a name. But she always comes without fail. "___ ___ ________ ____ ___ ___ ______ ______"  Her words are unintelligible, but still you watch her lips, bask in the sound of her voice. Streaks of silver have appeared in her hair, glittering in the light. Her clothes smell of the sun. "___ ____ ______ _____ ___ ____ __ __ ___ __ ________ _____"  As such even hell is bearable, you can still cling onto hope. Her dark eyes are so gentle. What is another fall? You lean back and smile. How [[sweet|Commentary #2]] she smells. (set: $ParadiseLost to true)

$nameBully never showed his face again. Neither did your relationship with $nameGF stay the same afterwards. You're still together, sleep in the same bed, with each other, but something has changed. You can tell. Outwardly $nameGF isn't behaving any different, but you know something inside her has shifted. You know it, by how she sneaks glances at you when she thinks you're not looking, with the dishes she cooks, the set of cutlery she chooses, the conversations she has on the phone while you're just out of earshot. You should confront her about it, clear it up. What if it's all a misunderstanding? But no. You have lost all rights to demand anything of her. You beat down your thoughts and try to attain a semblance of self control. Thankful, that's what you should be. Happy that she is still with you. You swallow the pills in your palm. They're ineffective, but your psychiatrist told you that it takes time for them to take effect. What is another two to three months compared to the rest of your life you can spend with (link: "$nameGF")[(set: $penitent to true)(goto: "Commentary #2")]? (set: $knight to false) (set: $wretch to false) (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_________________________]")[(link: "Later on")[(set: $prisoner to true)(goto: "Aftermath")]] [[ |Aftermath]] [[ |Commentary #2]]

//Late at night - 2:57 A.M, February. $nameGF is still awake, the monitors on her desktop are mirrored in her eyes. A smile plays over her lips. $nameYou is sleeping and she wouldn't miss it. Just watching instead of being next to him still hasn't lost its charm. She orders the camera to zoom in.// (if: $surveillance is true)[How peaceful he sleeps, ah~ I can still feel his breath tickling my neck, but better than that, if I just turn up the volume~~ It feels like I'm inside him! This is what it must be like to think of "nothing" <3 <3 <3 . . . Now, let's take a look at this. It was so troublesome to get it, but I just had to know. Dear colleague, admitted on the tenth October, emergency care, diagnosis, diagnosis. Ah. Cerebral haemorrhage ... I'll have to look that up... oh, a brain bleed! Emergency operation, decompression successful, unfortunate. Post-op care, amnesia, neurological deficit. Rehabilitation procedures, whatever. Ah, transferred to a nursing home ... Well, the trash got dealt with, I guess. And we haven't heard from the police again ... so, all is [[well|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]] <3](if: $prisoner is true)[He's finally sleeping ... it's been three days now. I'll have to prepare breakfast in the evening, something light. Afterwards he'll trudge back into the atelier and lock himself up, again. Maybe I should give him the medication after all? No, still too early. He becomes worse with the pills. Painting might be his last outlet for expression, reminds me, I'll have to check his paints again. He's very fond of green nowadays... . . Even in his sleep he looks so miserable <3 He must be thinking about me <3 I hope he sleeps enough~ //And so it continues, the old song and dance inside $nameGF's study. Her fingers twirl around labeled pill bottles as she looks upon $nameYou, [[gentle thoughts|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]] floating through her mind.//]

(if: $lovydovy is 3)[Light floods the room. Blinding, unabating brightness, somehow comfortably warm and cold at the same time. Unable to face it you flee and curl up under the blanket, chasing scents, searching for softness. Finding nothing but a pillow by your feet, certain spots still damp. You snatch it up and press it to your body. At least it still smells like her. The pit in your stomach stays, however. Maybe it's just hunger? //What have I done?// Steps approach from the outside and light pierces the darkness, followed by a freezing gust of air. "Did I wake you up?" The blanket is lifted further, forcing you to squint, making all the stored warmth disappear before $nameGF lies down next to you. Her arms pull you close to her chest, smile gentle and radiant. //The same one, over and over again.// "Thank you ... please forgive me." No words answer your plea. Instead she just runs her fingers through your hair, parting it, twirling it into locks. Her steady breathing drifts against you just right. "I think I've told you before, $nameYou." You snap awake, hyper-aware, awaiting every word. "I'm happy when you are. And the way you looked at me while I was doing //that// ... if you enjoyed it so much, I can continue to indulge you." //Angelic grace.// "You would do that?" $nameGF nods and kisses your hair before leaving the bed. "Of course, who else could do it, but me?" And there she stands, dressed in your shirt that is too large for her, shining ever so brightly in the winter sun. "You wanted to know who [[//taught//|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]] me all these things, right? How about meeting them?"](if: $lovydovy <3)[Paper surrounds you. Filled to the edges with (if: $placate is true)[sketches and complex geometry.](if: $repent is true)[splotches of ink and paint.] And from your perch the sheets fly away like leaves, sailing through the air to add onto the tumultuous sea of your atelier's floor. You check your references, pictures sticking to the side of the canvas, and it stirs within you. Heavy, painful but also comfortable, promising release in exchange for a little bit of suffering. But something is missing, like it always is. No matter how easily your hand moves, you still find faults at every turn. The sketches lying around you might be serviceable, but at their core? Still incomplete, lacking. Her figure, lithe, elegant, long limbed, perfectly proportioned and balanced in every conceivable way. But her partner? Tall, handsome- no, too alike to $nameBully. Who? //Who?// Who was the person from which she learned all those techniques? Rustling on the floor. //Please, not yet.// You can feel it, you are so close to the answer. Stocky, //fat// even? //Yes.// The perfect mismatch. $nameGF steps from sketch to sketch, her socks picking up stains along the way until she slides to halt before you. "$nameYou~ how many times must I call you?" Hands are thrust into your face, sweetness wafting from them. "We agreed to make breakfast together!" Distracted you follow her, new compositions already swirling through your head. //Yes.// That's it. //Fat.// All the new references you managed to obtain, useless all of a sudden. And then the lack of knowledge. How does one draw corpulence? It's unsightly, unhealthy, decidedly not beautiful at all. But in moderation? "I know that look, $nameYou~" $nameGF puts down the knife and leans back against the counter, evidently aware of the glances you've been sneaking at her. "You're hatching perverse ideas, again." "... yes." "Already?" Her clean hand goes up to cover her eyes, an incredulous sigh hanging between you. "I guess it has been a week already ... fine, tell me." "Who taught you about sex?" "I think you have met them before, briefly." The circle shrinks, figures obtain faces, albeit blurred. Her group of friends is small, very private as well. Never has anyone ever come over, at least not since you moved in. And even before that $nameGF never mentioned having any plans with anyone but you. School, then. But who? Six classes, thirty-ish people each, three grades. Not a single person you can properly recall. And now there are multiple? It gnaws at you, this gap of knowledge. "Can I meet them again?" "I'm against it." Sharp, instantaneous. Highly suspicious. "But why?" "... it could get messy." "Why? Why messy?" $nameGF regards you for a long time, troubled. "They have a penchant for targeting couples, but fine, I'll call [[them|Route 2 - Checkpoint 2]] over. But first we need to finish cooking!"] (set: $them to true)

"______ ____"  A normal person shouldn't feel dizzy while sitting down. $nameGF gives you a concerned look and touches your forehead. "___ ___ ____"  The meeting was agreed to within hours. (if: $lovydovy is 3)[Her teacher](else:)[They] would be arriving any minute now. And you would talk, in the living room where she was sucking on $nameBully's penis yesterday. It's even the same time of day. "_ ____ ___ the door, $nameYou." You try to stand up but $nameGF just pushes you back into the couch. "I said that I will get it." Voices come from the hallway, all muted by your mounting dread. Some knowledge is truly unnecessary. Who cares from whom she learned all those things? The important thing is that she is faithful to you, no? But what if this new person opens up more possibilities? Two people against her. Maybe then you'd stand a chance. $nameGF enters the living room, (if: $lovydovy is 3)[still wearing your shirt alongside a pair of leggings. And following her footsteps-](else:)[and trailing behind her-] "Ya~ho~" (if: $lovydovy is 3)[Slightly shorter than $nameGF but considerably more endowed.](else:)[//Fat// would certainly be a fitting term. Or bountiful rather?] No matter where you look, you cannot get away from the bulging clothes. "Well $nameYou, here's the person who taught me everything I know about sex. Her name is ____." <hr>Route-End, for now. Return to [[Index]]

(if: $accomplice is true)[You lead $nameBully back into the living room. $nameGF is still sitting on the floor, in the midst of the white cloth. Her eyes focus on you before moving over to $nameBully. "I see." You wince at the dry delivery of her statement. There will be some form recompense later. $nameBully, however, doesn't show any signs of noticing and steps forward, arms falling off to his side. "Right, $nameYou? You wanted a reenactment of those pictures, yeah?" The light falls perfectly on $nameBully's slightly twisted torso as he turns around, accentuating his muscles. His proportions are nearly classical. The pull of $nameGF's eyes proves to be too much, however, so you only manage a passing glance. "I do the talking. Stand over here." How easily giving orders come to her. $nameBully follows her instructions without much protest. "Legs further apart. Yes, just like this." "... couldn't forget me?" "Shut it." Another icy look from $nameGF and silence descends on the room. $nameBully is still wearing that smug look and just shrugs. The //click// of the shutter is crisp, however, perfectly capturing her usually composed mien contorted in anger. How rare of an expression. That must have caught her attention. A fraction of her fury is directly aimed at the lens before it melts away, too fast for the camera. Her lips curl upward and her eyes catch the pale light with a sparkle. "Just like I told you before, right after I confronted //him//, he was supposed to take me to his place. But he was too impatient, like a horny monkey. His hands roamed over my body while we were walking until he couldn't take it anymore and just dragged me off into an alley. He pushed me to my knees and nearly tore his pants while trying to free himself. Only that time he was already raring to go." $nameGF encircles the base of $nameBully's penis with her hand and grasps it gently. It's not fully erect yet. Another cold stare. "Get hard." $nameBully shrugs apologetically. "It's cold. you'll have to warm it up." $nameGF turns back to you, only to be greeted by the lens capturing the subtle shift of her face. Is it disappointment? "$nameYou ..." Or rather disgust? The shutter closes. "Fine." She sighs and adjusts to a kneeling posture so she's closer to $nameBully, face bare millimeters away from his skin. Her lips part she guides the whole of $nameBully's penis and scrotum into her mouth. The wet furnace of her mouth must be scalding hot. His body instantly stiffens, shaking from the hip, breathing fast. And watching her bulging cheek you only imagine the feeling of $nameGF's tongue writhing around the shaft in her mouth. $nameBully gets harder and larger with rapid speed. $nameGF shoots a sideways glance at you before pulling her head back, cheeks hollowed out and eyebrows scrunched up. With a loud //pop// the glans leaves her lips and $nameBully's member is standing fully erect, glistening with her saliva. "Holy shit, did //he// teach you that?" His voice is shaky, he's still trying to catch his breath. It makes you conscious of how hard you're panting yourself. But you never taught her anything, right? Always requested, always obtained what you asked for. So there had to be someone else. But who? Does it matter now? Before your thoughts continue to race $nameGF begins to speak, her mouth covered by her slender fingers.](else:)[To an observer your stance might have looked relaxed. Squatting down, camera loosely held in a hand. A cigarette hanging from your mouth would have completed the ensemble. Maybe you should have one? To choke out your inner turmoil? $nameGF said she would fetch you, but the waiting is wearing you thin. How long has it been? Surely more than ten minutes have passed, but the clock tells you that it hasn't even been five. You wipe your sweating palms on your shirt while your gaze wanders onto the camera again. The settings are fine, slightly higher ISO maybe, the light is rather low, after all. No sound filters through the hallway into the kitchen. Even having your ear pressed against the wood didn't let you hear anything. So you remain alone, your mind caught in a downward spiral. You brought $nameBully to your home, but still couldn't find a way to not leave her alone with him. But she can protect herself, she has done so multiple times. Why should this time be different? //Now your perversion is laid bare.// Your breath catches as the door handle turns and cold air rushes in by your ankles. $nameGF stands in the door, her slender fingers moving across her lips, wiping something away. Sparkling eyes and curled lips greet you. "$nameYou." You nod and follow her closely. Her face is slightly flushed and small flecks of liquid stain her white shirt. Even her scent has changed in this short amount of time, a bitter note following the usual sweetness. Tobacco. In the living room $nameBully is standing, hands on his hips and his member proudly erect.(If: $ntri is true)[ He clicks his tongue, earning himself a reprimanding look from $nameGF to which he just shrugs. "We had something nice going on."](If: $thing is true)[ "Your girl got a real mouth on her. Did you teach her that?"] Turning towards you $nameGF sits down on the floor, hands smoothing out the wrinkled cloth around her, instantly drawing your gaze. Discolored splotches are spread out in front of her and to $nameBully's feet. She's deliberately guiding your eyes with the movements of her fingers. Tracing along the buttons of her shirt, pulling out one of her hairs that was stuck in the corner of her mouth, tucking loose strands behind her ear. The shutter closes as she moves, finally stopping after she lifts the blazer, showing off a stiff peak pressing against the thin fabric on her shirt, complete with the knowing look of her eyes and grin. "Yeah ... I can tell." Where were you? Oh yes, the pictures. The scenario. Quickly, move it along before you lose control. "So, $nameGF, what actually happened with $nameBully?"] "Hmm~ wouldn't you like to know?" She looks past the lens. Smiling faintly, playing the camera. Her knees come upward and spread apart as her hips settle into a squat. The skirt is spread like a veil across her upper thighs, obscuring much, enticing more. Luring you in. With your shoulder rubbing against the floor you inch closer. Camera firmly held in your hands, all discomfort forgotten. The taut lines of her thighs beckoning to you. "How horrible of you $nameYou~, making me relive these memories." How sickly sweet the words drip down to you. $nameGF is stroking $nameBully's dick with one hand while raising the hem of her skirt with the other, revealing more and more of her underwear you only caught a glimpse of earlier. //A side-tie, how scandalous.// The black lace digs in severely, revealing a faint stubble in between the wide floral pattern. Her soft skin is pushed against the thread, nearly spilling out. "Back then he held me up by my hands and just swung his hips into my face. Like a brute. He didn't care that my head was hitting against the wall." (if: $accomplice is true)[Again s](else:)[S]he swallows $nameBully whole, tongue lashing forward before her lips fully wrap around the base of his shaft. The movements of her neck are entrancing. Muscles contracting under her skin, alternating with the rhythmic bulging of her throat as her head bobs back and forth. Wet sounds echo around the room, becoming louder with every movement of her tongue until your own beating heart is nearly drown out. Frothy bubbles hang from her tongue as she pulls back to show off. Thick globs of saliva drop down, nearly splattering onto the camera. You stand up, nearly shouldering into $nameBully while trying to get a decent shot, eliciting an annoyed grunt. An instant reaction from $nameGF, her expression turns into a hard stare. //Click.// "What?" Her voice most accusatory. "I was close." $nameGF shrugs and looks at you with a devious expression. "He used to last so long, it was rather uncomfortable. But we all grow older and more decrepit, don't we?" A soft giggle. You gasp as her hand suddenly cups your crotch, caressing the hard growth pressing against your pants. "Do try to hold on longer than him, alright?" You gulp and nod. $nameGF seems satisfied with your answer and leans close. "So, any requests?" //Quickly, quickly!// <hr>|Choice1>["Show me more of your tongue."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["Can you really ... suck on it?"](click: ?Choice1) ["As you wish~" $nameGF replies with a smile and changes positions once more, putting herself behind $nameBully's dick, pushing it down at the tip. Her eyes peek at the lens from above the shaft, dark pools reflecting the light of the winter sun. Somehow cold yet warm. "I've been told my tongue is rather long so I can do things other girls can't." To prove her point, $nameGF lets her tongue hang from her mouth. The tip nearly reaches her chin. Has it always been //that// long? Her tongue curls upwards, capturing your attention once more as it coils around $nameBully's glans, holding it in place even after she lets go. She holds the pose for a couple of seconds before fully enveloping the tip with her mouth and motioning you to come closer. And of course you oblige. $nameGF opens her mouth again so that you can look inside. Her tongue swirls around, drawing twisted shapes on the dick in her mouth. Moving into every direction, above and beneath, tip to base. All while keeping her eyes on you, aimed at the lens, nearly piercing through the glass. Vertigo makes your vision shake, unable to keep up with constant undulations. A moment of calm, $nameGF takes deep breaths through her nose. Her tongue is nestled below the ridge of the glans, moving along with every breath she takes. Saliva is pooling in her mouth, overflowing and dripping from her chin, splattering onto her clothing and the floor. $nameBully is white-knuckling the armrest, fully lying in the armchair now. The veins on his forehead rival the ones on his shaft. "... fuck ..." He is allowed some respite., $nameGF relaxes her tongue and closes her mouth. After some movement she spits out the gathered liquids, dousing his dick. $nameBully still hasn't opened his eyes. "Look, he's trying so hard." $nameGF whispers in your ear. "He looks like he's in pain." //Or is it pleasure?// She wipes the saliva from her chin and grins. "You should see yourself right now, $nameYou~" Her lips part again, tongue slowly protruding, snaking around the throbbing erection in front of her. You have to get a better view. Your elbow nearly digs into $nameBully as you lean over the armrest to line up the perfect shot. $nameGF starts to move her tongue again, first slowly, sensuously with great care, eyes constantly focused on the lens. Then more rapidly changing figures appear before you. The sound of the shutter becomes constant, distant even. Your finger merely pressing while you try to follow her movements. Behind you $nameBully's breathing is becoming more laboured, grunts and curses flowing from his mouth. There's a sly look to $nameGF's gaze as she drags the edge of her tongue along the very tip of the glans, stimulating the opening of his urethra. Continuously scraping against the same area until she stops and tries to push the tip of her tongue inside. You land on the ground as $nameBully loses his composure and flails around to steady himself, finally grabbing hold of the armchair and thrusting his hips forward. His whole body quakes and muscles spasm as he seeks to sink deeper into the mouth in front of him. $nameGF steadily pulls away from his thrusts, only keeping his tip enveloped until the very end. With a sigh $nameBully sinks back into the armchair, spent. $nameGF has her mouth closed and shuffles closer. You are given mere moments to stare into her mouth, semen gathered at the back of her throat before she tilts her head forward. The bubbly, glistening mass runs down into her cupped hands. While you stare she drags her tongue back along her teeth, scraping off the rest and spitting it out. "//Blwagh!// His taste has gotten worse as well." Then the smell hits you, making you recoil. Or course she notices, and with a wicked grin her hands come closer and closer to your face. "Almost inexcusable, $nameYou, making me do this, almost~" Her hands bunch into fists, the mixture of fluids squelching between her fingers before she spreads them out. Thin strands hang from knuckle to knuckle, forming a web which only lasts for a second before dissolving into heavy droplets pulling long threads. "But I know what you could do~" $nameGF smiles and flicks her hands dismissively, sending the semen flying onto the cloth spread around the room before dropping down on the couch, legs spread. With a flutter her skirt comes to a rest, hinting at the lines of her thighs. The shutter closes one last time, capturing the entirety of her stained uniform with the splatters of spit and semen clinging to its fabric. Her flushed face, wearing lustful smirk, knowing, taunting. Her fingers moving to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up, telling you to [[dive|Placate]] into it.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[] ](click: ?Choice2)["What?" $nameGF tilts her head at your request. "Explain." Well? Do your best. "When you pulled back, can you do more of that?" Ah, her eyes light up again. $nameGF creeps closer to you, pushing you back until she's nearly on top of you. "Explain to me exactly what I should do. Spare me no detail." Deep breaths now, compose yourself. "(link-reveal: "Ok") [ , I want you to really suck hard on his dick like you're trying to rip it off." Her eyes pin you to the floor, but you manage to hold her gaze. Unwavering, even with the shameful heat rushing to your head. "How ... //whorish//." A full body shudder runs through her but her eyes don't mirror the physical reaction. A twinkle, the slightest hint of a grin. She's amused. "Disgusting, nasty, dirty, utterly ... //perverse//." Her muttering continues with her face next to yours, but you don't move your head nor break eye contact. "But even so, //I will do it//." She points at $nameBully without looking away from you. "//You//. Sit down." He does as told and crosses his arms behind his head. "I will do it for you." Her whispered words stay with you even after she has moved off of your body. So intense, the hammering in your chest just won't stop. How long has it been since she has been like this? High school, when her jealousy would flare up uncontrollably? Has it been that long already? "$nameYou~ you'll miss everything if you just stay there." $nameGF coos and waves. Of course. You bring the camera around, pointing the lens at her. There's something wrong, however, there always is. The lightning is off. You reach for the curtain and slowly pull it aside. A thin beam of light that barely touched her shoulder broadens until her face and the whole of $nameBully's crotch are lit. $nameGF shields her eyes and looks at you. //Click.// "It was hard to see you. The composition is also better like this." The mumbled apology makes her laugh. "This part about you really hasn't changed at all, you remain //incorrigible//." Her hair bounces in the sunlight while she shakes her head. The shutter closes again and again as you get closer until she stops and reaches over to push down the lens. "Just look at me with your eyes, will you? I'll make it worth it~" You lower the camera and realize how close you have actually gotten. A shield, you were using it as a shield. And without it you have no choice but to look. The sight burns itself into your eyes. The white shirt shining in the winter sun. How familiar she looks yet different. The idol from your past smiling back at you. $nameGF's sweet scent intermingling with the bitter note of tobacco. Your head spins and your airways contract. $nameGF looks happy. Her eyes shine while she watches your reactions.(if: $thing is true)[ "Oh~ has it gotten too cold, again?" Her hands land on $nameBully's drooping erection. "Yeah, warm it up again, will you?" //How cruel.// Her bedroom voice has been brought to light. Using both her mouth and hands she again makes $nameBully reach full height. "There we go~ ](if: $ntri is true)[ "$nameYou, oh~ $nameYou, you're going to make me become cruel~" Her hands reach out for $nameBully but her expression sours. "Get hard again, will you? This won't work otherwise." $nameBully shrugs. "I feel kind of left out, not gonna lie. All that flirting was kind of off putting, you know?" "Good, now do what is asked of you." Curt, cold. $nameGF's words cut through the room while she speaks to $nameBully. Her hands do not stop however. They remain in motion, pulling, kneading, cupping until an erection is finally achieved in front of you. "Finally. ]Now, $nameYou, no looking away until the end." You nod. What else is there to do? What can you do? "Before we start, I was taught to always properly say //hello//." $nameGF presses $nameBully's dick against his lower abdomen and plants kisses around the base of his shaft. It twitches and jumps against her fingers, making her giggle. "No one is able to resist it, it seems. Next would be properly getting to know who I'm dealing with~" She releases $nameBully and catches him with her tongue, dragging it across the underside of his raging erection, making it throb. Every popping vein is pressing against her tongue, gathering saliva while she licks the entirety of his dick from the base to the very top. She even flicks the glans at the end. $nameBully groans and his arms come down to cover his eyes. $nameGF grins and with a swift downward motion fully pulls back his foreskin. "And now to finish him off~" Your eyes hurt, but you made a promise. $nameGF is smiling, at least her eyes are. Her lips are tightly sealed around the base of $nameBully's dick. For a moment no one breathes and she begins to move. Her composed face is twisted and contorted. From the scrunched up eyebrows to her hollowed out cheeks that stretch into the tight ring of her lips. It's //her//, it should be. $nameBully's penis pops free from her mouth and sends splatters of liquid flying. One breath and her head is down there again. The groaning and cursing has gone silent, replaced by silent screaming. //Pop!// Movement surges through $nameBully's dick, a small trickle of white appears at the tip. $nameGF instantly clamps down around the base. "No." //How cruel.// Her head descends once again, with more force, making hair fall in front of her eyes. You reach out to brush it aside and tuck the loose strands behind her ear. //Pop!// What a broad smile. $nameGF grabs your hand and you interlace fingers. "No one lasts long." She's giving you the full treatment, squeezing down hard on your hand while tilting back her head so you can see everything. She doesn't even reach the top before $nameBully's hips shoot up again, making her lose her grip. His whole shaft pulses and $nameGF eyes widen. You squeeze back and look, what else? Twelve pulses before $nameBully goes limp in the chair, his erection waning fast after it leaves her mouth. Some of the semen drops free and runs down her neck, disappearing into the cleavage. Pulling you close $nameGF opens her mouth and lets the rest drop into her hand and onto the covered floor. Intermixed with her saliva it sparkles and glistens in the light. You watch it flow until only droplets remain. $nameGF gives your hand another squeeze to catch your attention. You look up at her, instantly spotting the offending blemish. A curled hair is stuck to the corner of her mouth. //Obscene.// That's the word. $nameGF pointedly raises her hand to pluck it. She //wants// you to see it. How you marred her face, if only for a moment. Mouth agape you let out a small yelp as her hand leaves yours and makes its way down into your pants, prodding, searching. A thin strand of liquid stretches in between her fingers and she licks it off. "Good~ You held on. I'd kiss you right now but I need to brush my teeth first." $nameGF returns to her graceful self and readjusts her uniform. One last flutter of the skirt, showing off the sun on her legs before she turns to leave the living room. "You. Clean yourself up and leave. $nameYou, get him out of here before I'm done washing up." And there she goes, disappearing into the dark of the hallway. You look over to $nameBully, he's slumped down in the armchair, looking back at you. Both of you are breathing hard. His mouth opens to talk but it just closes again before any words leave it. You look at the puddle on the ground, seeping into the fabric around it. One last picture. //Click.// You stand up and head towards $nameBully. "You heard her, you have to go." A slow nod. "Yeah, sec, gimme a bit, damn..." He reaches for his discarded clothing, moving in slow motion. Ample opportunity to get a proper look at his anatomy. Truly, nearly classical proportions, if only ... "Missing definition." The words slip out just as $nameBully pulls up his pants. "What did you say?" The belt-buckle closes with a snap, the sound of running water is coming from the hallway. "Your body is nearly ideal." A curious look from $nameBully. "Thanks dude?" "But it's too soft." Giving proper criticism is a learned skill after all. "The fuck?" $nameBully looks rather offended. "You're so close to looking like an antique statue, made by one of the masters, but some parts of you are just too soft." "What the fuck?" Well, you pushed it far enough. "Don't worry about it, I'm sorry for bringing it up. Look, you should leave now, I'll stay in touch." You hurry him out the door. The lock turns before he even has time to put on his shoes. Now it's just you and $nameGF again. And the full weight of what just happened. Crushing, suffocating, exhilarating, what a twisted thing, to face the brunt of your wishes. Even more so after getting one granted. "[[$nameYou|Repent]]~" Her voice pulls on your ear, turning your head around. "Where are you~]"(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]

You approach the bath with  light steps, making just enough noise as to announce your presence. The door lies open and you watch each other reflected in the mirror. Your expression looks haunted, pained, lacking a better description, hungry. Unblinking $nameGF looks at you while wiping the last remnant of white foam from the corners of her mouth. Maybe the warm light inside the bath is just playing tricks on you, but her lips look plump, swollen even. "$nameGF-" You try to speak, tell her that you're sorry and apologize to quell this feeling of guilt sitting inside your chest. How easy that would've been, groveling before her and hoping for forgiveness. Instead $nameGF cuts you off by drawing you into a kiss. Her long tongue enters your mouth, tip tracing along your gums, advancing deeper and deeper, caressing your soft palate. The taste of mint spreads and its ticklish sensation sends a shiver down your spine while the lack of oxygen makes it hard for you to stand. The kiss goes on, however, past the point of enjoyment, yours at least. The lights become hazy, dull as your vision swims. But even so, her eyes stay clear, still smiling at you. It's the same smile from before, but something more sinister flashes within them. "__ ___ ____ ____ _ ____ ___ _ ___ ______"  "(link-reveal: "______?")[" Your consciousness returns with you holding onto $nameGF's leg, panting heavily, a ringing in your ears. Her words don't completely register but you can guess what she was talking about. There is an uncomfortable stickiness and warmth in your pants. "$nameYou?" Her fingers caress your hair. "Y- yeah?" And become a vice-like grip, pulling back your head. Her face hangs over you, wearing a thin smile. "Care to explain what happened?" "I came ..." Her grip tightens. "Take them off, show me." Cold tiles press against your rear while you shift around, divesting yourself of your pants without being able to properly see them. Once you're free, $nameGF moves her foot forward. The firm pressure pushes you backwards until you hit the bathtub but she doesn't let up. Her toes splay out and dig into your skin. Tears sting in your eyes but your body is a traitor until the end. "It just keeps happening, $nameYou, forgetting about me, again. Enjoying everything all by yourself." $nameGF relaxes her toes, leaving a numb pain before her foot comes down. Your rising erection pushes up against her sole, the damp fabric heightening the sensation. Every wrinkle of cloth and skin presses against you, scraping against your tip until you graze her toenails. The distinction between pleasure and pain becomes useless. Tears begin to roll down your face. "Do you want this to stop?" //What a question!// Is that concern in her voice? "Not yet." A sharp breath and the grip on your hair relaxes for a moment. You give her your best defiant smile. $nameGF tilts her head. "I should have you lick my feet-" You open your mouth. "But I'm afraid you'd enjoy it too much. How about we do this instead?" Her long tongue reveals itself again, licking at the tears rolling down your cheek, around your eyes and lips. You cradle it with your own, pinning her lightly with your teeth. It's clear what she wants, she usually does it to you, so you suck. "Mmmnh~" Mint, salt, sugar. You lick all around her tongue, enveloping more and more of it, savouring the flavours until they are diluted by your own saliva. How annoying. Greedily you inhale more and harder, until your teeth knock together. $nameGF jerks back, holding her lips. The grip on your hair relaxes and the trance breaks, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. "I'm bleeding $nameYou ..." A faint red is smeared across her front teeth, licked away and then shown to you. "Déjà vu." $nameGF flushes, right to the tip of her ears. "I told you to forget about it!" "Our first kiss? Never." "I messed it up, it was so embarrassing." Even without her grip you're stuck looking up at her. The girl you met in school, still blushing like years ago, still reacting the same way when your hands move up her bare legs. Her arms cross in front of her chest while the annoyed expression leaves her face. "I also still remember what happened afterwards." The strings come loose and a thin piece of fabric drops to the floor. "[[So do I~|Bath, once more]]]" (set: $repent to true)

The space under her skirt is dark, humid, a hot place. And from her hands, her thighs, the cushion of the couch, pressure from all sides bears down on you, locking you into place. It should be hard to breathe, the air is saturated with her scent, almost drinkable. Oh, but how you would drown in it. //Side-ties.// Right, you hook your thumbs under the waistband, reaching for the knots to undo. Your fingers only graze along the crest of her hips, however. Of course, she's gained weight, the skirt must sit higher now. The lace scrapes against your tongue. Like licking honey through a fence, infinitely frustrating. You bite down on the offending fabric, ripping it apart. There's giggling, muffled by her skirt, but you can tell, she's enjoying this. Her heels move against the nape of your neck, steadily guiding you forward. Pressing you into the soft mound. You inhale deeply, taking your last breath for the foreseeable future. Unable to rely on your fingers you just hold onto her for support and strain your tongue. Her folds part, making more liquid appear, soaking your chin. //She's so wet ... from him?// The thought comes from a dark corner of your mind. A fleeting thing, but present while you further trace along her lower lips. Feeling for her reactions, the contractions of her belly, her thighs squeezing down on your ears and relaxing. There is only one direction to go, upward. So you follow it until you reach her clitoris. It pops free just as your tongue completes its undulating journey, making her hips jump into your face. You nestle it just below your upper lip while pressing your tongue against it. She's shaking, legs tighterning around your ears. And then you begin to suckle. More fluids. She moves, you suckle. She relaxes, you let her. No need for experimentation on a preordained rhythm. The convulsions start with another spike of pressure. The body in your hands shakes and her heels lock around your head, pressing it down hard enough to make your teeth knock against the nub. There is noise, there are words, but you hear nothing. Your purpose for the moment is clear, nothing else preoccupies your mind right now. So you continue. Until you lose count. Until the veil over your eyes is lifted and the cold kisses your face. You miss the heat. You should also miss air, but breathing is a secondary concern when you can look upon $nameGF. Biting down on her lip, still gasping and moaning. Skirt firmly presed in between her legs, as if to smother the orgasm. And through her bangs the hazy, lustful look of her eyes. Almost glowing. Exhausted, you lean against her knees. Just listening to the fruits of your labour. After a while a large body catches your attention. It's $nameBully, standing in front of you, looking down. You tap your fingers against your lips. "That's how you keep a relationship, $nameBully, with your mouth." How unlike you to brag this brazenly. "Alright dude ... so it's my turn now?" Huh? Your tumbling thoughts are halted in an instant before you can speak. "Absolutely //ridiculous//." $nameGF chimes in, the tone of her voice still unfitting with her overall appearance. "Way to ruin the afterglow." Her legs are still quivering. "Now get out before there won't be a next time." //Next time//. Both of you pick up on that and you tilt your head towards the door. $nameBully gathers up his belongings with a nod and bows out, leaving you two alone. $nameGF finally relaxes, head sinking back into the couch and her hand feeling around for you. "Bath?" You suggest. "Then bed, but you will have to [[carry me|Bath, once more]]." (set: $placate to true)

(if: $placate is true)[Her weight is pulling on your arms. Carrying $nameGF is harder now, but the strain is welcome. You could have put her on your back but she demanded to be held. It took years to make her gain weight and it's still an ongoing concern, but at least she's not losing it faster than gaining it anymore. You set her down on the rim of the bathtub but she won't let you go. Her arms remain around your neck, keeping you close. The warm light of the bathroom makes her blush really noticeable. "Brush my teeth." A simple demand, breathed into your ear. "Of course." It wouldn't be the first time. Her mouth hangs open, tongue pushed aside and chin resting on your palm. You tilt her head upward so you can properly see inside. What a strange sight, she should look vulnerable but her eyes suggest otherwise. No sign of shame or shyness, she follows your movements, making you self-conscious. Should you hold the brush like a pen? Did you use enough toothpaste? Does she usually start from the top or the bottom? It was easier the last time, when you stood behind her. While you twist the brush in your hand $nameGF simply observes, waiting. Calculating? Your body makes the decision ahead of your mind. The brush touches her teeth, bottom molars first. $nameGF slides her tongue over the neck and handle, moving ever closer to your fingers. Foam builds up while you focus on brushing, pooling at the back of her throat. Reaching exactly the same level as ... earlier. You stop your movements. Her tongue traces your fingertips, hinting at the warmth $nameBully got to experience earlier. //I'm caught again.// Crouching down you resume, if only to get away from the knowing look of her eyes. And to alleviate the pressure building behind your pants. What else would she be able to show you? How many more hooks can you fit around your heart? With every move her tongue scrapes against your fingers, gently pulling you back. Staying focused proves to be hard. Her tongue twists around your pinky, bending it away from the rest of your hand, slathering it in her spit, giving it much of the same treatment as afforded to $nameBully. "You're making this really hard." Words of protest that fall on deaf ears. $nameGF closes her mouth around the brush, forcing you to go by feeling alone. Not this time. You enter the empty bathtub to get behind her and gently grab her jaw from below, tilting her head back into your chest. "Open." Maybe it's the light that falls on her face, but her eyes sparkle and shine. Or is it due to your erection pressing into her back, making her aware of the effect she has on you? Her mouth opens on command and the brush is presented to you. Muscle memory takes over, leaving your mind to wander. After all this time you still can't quite place it. Even now, with $nameGF firmly in your hands, the uneasy notion that you're doing exactly what she wants remains. How far back does this go? Not from the moment you met, no, but soon thereafter. And how nice it was, to relinquish control, let her shield you from the turmoil surrounding you. She looks so happy as well, with that wide eyed expression and tongue still trying to interfere with your efforts. Just a couple more strokes and you're done. The brush leaves her mouth and you unhand her. Saliva and foam is still dripping from your hands while she rinses her mouth. A smile. Grateful? Predatorial? You keep staring, lost in the moment. $nameGF drags the skirt upward, exposing her hips, giving you an eyeful of the neat bows holding her panties in place. "Less watching, touch me again." As much of an invitation as your mind can take. The knots are undone and her ripped panties flutter to the floor. Short lived concerns fade while your pants follow. $nameGF mirrors your eagerness, raising her skirt further and biting down on it to free up her hands. The indigo fabric forms a triangle as she spreads herself. You gaze upon sacred geometry and push into her. There isn't much resistance, but there's pressure, threatening to overwhelm you instantly. Burying your head into her blazer helps, but not much against her constant advances. Moaning in your ear, hands on your body, the ever present gaze when you look up, hungry. The washing machine shakes as you stir up more and more of her warmth, making it trickle down your legs. Moans turn into squeals, hands into claws. A fever wracks your body. //Oh, to see her break.// Things clatter to the floor when you reach for more leverage. Her insides coil and twist around you, unwilling to let you go, squeezing down every time you begin to slide out. White knuckling the washer you thrust into her for one last time before the tightness becomes too much. Your dick jerks and twitches while the vice around it closes and relaxes rhythmically. With every pulse a blockage is being removed just so the next one can force its way through. And $nameGF is insatiable, continuously squeezing down to keep you stimulated, preventing you from going soft even when nothing comes out anymore. In the end your legs give out and gravity pulls you away from her. Sitting on the floor you can see the semen drip down onto her skirt. It looks lumpy, but even so it's absorbed into the dark fabric, merely adding onto the stains. $nameGF slips two fingers inside, scooping out some of the leftovers before licking them. "Rather bitter today, isn't it, but also rich." You look up at her, panting. She sucks her fingers clean and licks over her lips. "Ah~ what an acquired taste, how //adult//." The skirt flutters one more time while she slides down from the washer, coming to a stop in front you, a hazy look still in her eyes. Your erect member is poked, but a comfortable numbness has already begun to spread through your body. "Still eager?" You shake your head in exhaustion. "No, he just doesn't know it, yet." $nameGF giggles and pushes your dick around like a stick. ](if: $repent is true)[Her skirt is undone as well. "This will have to do until I get a white one~" With a flourish it's zipped up again and she descends upon you as a shadow, pulling the heavy veil over your heads. You kiss again, this time tenderly, less forceful. Flashes of light illuminate her face, highlighting various features while you lick around her lips. Then there's a wetness against your tip, but it slips away, forcing you to take stabs into the dark. "Just say something, $nameYou, I can help~" Warm fingers press against your shaft, holding it in place before $nameGF rocks her hips forward. Insertion is hot and tight, trickling down your dick, engulfing it further and further until there is no more to give. The rocking continues as she tries to close the gap but your bodies won't comply. With an annoyed click of the tongue she looks down and you follow her gaze. Full contact won't be possible like this. "This was easier when you were sitting on a chair ... oh well, catch me." $nameGF throws herself back with her arms around your neck, dragging you along. By pure instinct you manage to break the fall and protect her head from hitting the floor. The skirt flips and lands on the tiles, allowing them to shine through its hole, right above her head. "Much better!" Her legs spread out and pull you in, allowing you to meet skin to skin. The sudden pressure forces you upright, reaching out for support. "So mu~ch better~" Beneath the tiled halo the lights above are reflected in her eyes. Hair falls into wispy tendrils against the indigo skirt, nearly disappearing into it. Hands reaching towards you to invite you in, the white of her cuffs and shirt contrasting against all the dark fabric. Where's the camera? You ache to take a picture before the moment passes and your memories become addled. Before you need to agonize in front of an empty canvas again. But look, somehow she always knows what you want. Only this time her bright smile doesn't hint at a wish-granting mood. "Haven't you watched me for long enough today? Aren't you forgetting about something, $nameYou, hmm~" A finger hooks into your collar, nearly ripping it when the rest of her hand follows to pull you down. "Won't you move for me?" Who wouldn't succumb to such siren song? Her legs don't allow for much movement so you grind against her, making her smooth skin become more slippery with every rotation. A hard nub presses into you, right above the base of your shaft, allowing you to focus. "Oh~ ahn~ har~der~" Bones creak and joints pop while her legs tense further, forcing you to put your elbows onto the floor. Finally in reach of her grasp her arms fling around your chest and you cradle her head against your shoulder. And then you hug, trying to crush each other. The pressure is immense, making every move a strain. $nameGF begins to gyrate her hips as well, adding more friction against your tip, every fold scraping against your glans, threatening to pull it apart. Even breathing becomes an ordeal. "I'm - ah - close." You gasp, unsure if she can hear you. Her answer is muffled into your shoulder, urging you to keep moving. So you walk the edge, trying to calm yourself while the assault on your senses continues. The taste of her hair, //mouth clinging around $nameBully//, fractals made from the halo, fitting perfectly around her face, //those knowing eyes//, your earliest memories of her //thoroughly violated//. Spiraling thoughts tilt the world from side to side, push you over the edge. The rhythm stutters while you jerk uncontrollably, heaving heavy loads into her, further adding to the wetness connecting you both. You try your best to keep up but it's impossible. Every pulse makes you shudder, forcing out more and more semen, even painting the room a blinding white. Suddenly the cage falls away and you can breathe again. Air rushes back into your lungs, clearing your vision, allowing you to see. Mostly the concerned face of $nameGF, hands on your cheeks. "You ah~ alright?" She's shaking herself, voice quaking as well. You're still on all fours, erection swinging in the air, shooting blanks. "Mostly ... although that makes twice." Exhausted you roll off her, letting the tiles cool you down. "How about you?" $nameGF points towards her quivering legs. "I can still feel it." Breathing heavily you lie next to each other until the cold air becomes uncomfortable. You quickly shower and enter the bathtub together. $nameGF settles into her preferred position on your lap, head tilted back so she can directly speak into your ear.] "And, was it what you expected it to be?" <hr>|Choice1>["It was nice."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice2>["Not quite."]|NotChoice>[ ]|Choice3>["I don't really know."] (click: ?Choice1)[$nameGF gives you a curious look. "Just nice? You didn't enjoy it that much in the end?" She almost sounds cheerful. The thoughts in your head would surely upset her, but ... "I was so turned on, you wouldn't believe it. That side of you I didn't know about, but ..." Her eyes narrow, the curl of her lips disappears. "But what?" Out with it. "It's $nameBully, I thought he would be more aggressive." A dangerous glint. "He was rather docile, yes, (if: $accomplice is true)[you must have come to an agreement, right?](else:)[he promised me after all.]" (if: $accomplice is true)[Why is it no surprise that she knows?](else:)[A promise?] (if: $accomplice is true)["Yes, he just didn't want to get involved with the police, again." "I see ... how prudent of him. And I take it, you agreed?" You shrug. "Yes, as long as he wouldn't hurt you." Humming quietly to herself $nameGF seems to process the deal between you and $nameBully. "You should have talked with me about it first, but-" Her finger touches your lips before you can interject. "This is also fine ... preferable, even." //She's hatching bad ideas again.// Your face must be easily readeale. The leer on $nameGF's face disappears almost as quickly as it arrived. "Don't worry, I'll stay clear of (link: "trouble")[(set: $lovydovy to 2)(goto: "Them")]." //For now.//](else:)["What did you make him promise?" $nameGF flashes her teeth. "I made him promise that he would behave himself or else I'd bite it off." "And how did you make him promise?" "Oh~ the usual~" $nameGF leads your thumb to her lips, showering it in soft kisses before licking around it. Saliva drips from her mouth and loud slurping echoes within the bathroom. Your whole hand is pulled along as her cheeks hollow out. A loud pop ends the demonstration, leaving you breathless, staring at her. "Say ... who actually taught you all these things?" Her buttocks shift, supple skin sliding against your thighs and crotch. Only provoking blood to rush faster, harder. And with glittering eyes, even outshining the water, $nameGF looks back at you. "I will tell you, (link: "later~")[(set: $lovydovy to 3)(goto: "Them")]"](replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][]](click: ?Choice2)["Oh?" $nameGF gets closer to you, hand touching your cheek. A blush creeps onto your face, pulse quickening by what you are about to say. "I wish we ... you could have done more." She shows her perfect poker face, gauging you from behind that mask. "... your perverse proclivities are truly twisted." And just shakes her head, (if: $placate is true)[giggling to herself.](if: $repent is true)[making the water splash around her.] "But alright, as long as you only look at me, only me. Not him.(if: $accomplice is true)[ Oh yes, I noticed how your eyes licked all over //him//. Stop that.](if: $ntri is true)[ No more talking about //his// body, yes, I heard that.]" Oh? //Oh?// "Are you ... jealous?" $nameGF doesn't answer immediately, but the distinct shade of red her ears take is rather telling. "I've kept all those insects away from you until now, but it turns out I'll have to keep the wild animals at bay as well." This much might just be right. Not too heavy, but still noticeable. "I only have eyes for you, $nameGF." She huffs. "We'll see about //that//." But can't hide her (link: "spreading")[(set: $lovydovy to 3)(goto: "Them")] smile. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][]](click: ?Choice3)[You smile. "I think I need to see you do it at least one more time to be sure." A really naughty one. $nameGF doesn't look that amused, however. Brows set in a hard line she stares at you. But you've been getting better at these little contests. "Oh, $nameYou~" You crack immediately, looking at her lips when she begins to speak. "Fine." Your heart jumps in your chest and the smile returns. "Really?" $nameGF just shakes her head and(if: $placate is true)[ stands up to undress](if: $repent is true)[ pulls you in for a quick kiss]. "How can I possibly deny you, when you look at me like that? Yes, let's continue ... until you get (link: "//sick//")[(set: $variable to 1)(goto: "Them")] of it." The gentle hint of malice hidden behind her words isn't lost upon you.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice1)[]][[ |Them]]