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<html><img src="img/misc/warning.png"></html> By continuing to play, you confirm that you are of legal age and that you are not committing any illegal or dishonorable actions while playing. No one has forced this game on you, nor has anyone forced you to play it against your will! Any similarities in names, locations, and other similarities in the game are purely coincidental and have nothing to do with reality. All characters are adults and perform actions in the game voluntarily. The author swears that no one was harmed and that everyone was adequately compensated in the form of binary code! By clicking the button below, you [[I swear that I understand everything and have no complaints|start]] My small thanks for your support: Enter the code: <<textbox "$code" "">> <<button "Click me!">> <<if $code == window.secretCode>> <<set $SupportBuff to 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 100>> Код принят! 🎉 <<else>> Неверный код 😞 <</if>> Ваши очки: $StartPoints <</button>> Just enter the support code and swear that you have no complaints! [[Author's Corner|WebHouse]] <<set $intro to 0>> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<set $TimeD to 2>> <<if $Leonardsex >= 14>> [[Your connection with Leonard has become stronger than your goals...|LeonardEnd]] <<else>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/locations/noon1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/locations/noon2.jpg" > <</if>> The sun is at its zenith, its rays almost blinding, and the air is scorching hot. The shadows are short, hidden under the trees, where the cool air is barely noticeable. There's a silence all around, as if nature has frozen in anticipation of the evening's freshness. <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Go to the library|Library][$AP -= 1]] [[Return to the hostel|Hostel][$AP -= 1]] [[Visit the loan shark|Loanshark][$AP -= 1]] [[Visit the park|Park][$AP -= 1]] [[Go to the mall|Mall][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Wait|Evening][$AP += 1]] <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... [[Wait|Evening][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<set $TimeD to 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/locations/evening1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/locations/evening2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/locations/evening3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> The sun sets, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and pink. The air softens and the shadows lengthen, creating a cozy atmosphere. Birds sing their last songs before sunset. <<if $AP >= 1>> <<if $RadaHouse >= 1>> [[Visit Rada|RadaHouse][$AP -= 1; $Random = random(5); $RadaT to 0]] <</if>> [[Go to the bar|Bar][$AP -= 1]] [[Return to the hostel|Hostel][$AP -= 1]] [[Go to the community center|CC][$AP -= 1]] [[Visit the park|Park][$AP -= 1]] [[Go to the mall|Mall][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Wait|Night][$AP += 1]] <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... [[Wait|Night][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<set $TimeD to 1>> <<if $promiscuitylimit - $promiscuity >= 1>> <<if $hostelstay <= 0>> <<set $hostelstay to 0>> <</if>> <<if $sleepD >= 10>> <<set $sleepD to 10>> <</if>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/locations/morning1.png"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/locations/morning2.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/locations/morning3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> The bright sun fills the room with warm light, causing the dust motes in the air to sparkle. Outside, birdsong can be heard and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves. <<set $waitressjobtoday to random (1, 5)>> <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Go to a cafe|Cafe][$AP -= 1]] [[Return to the hostel|Hostel][$AP -= 1]] [[Go to the mall|Mall][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Wait|Afternoon][$AP += 1]] <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... [[Wait|Afternoon][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $promiscuitylimit - $promiscuity <= 0>> [[Such is your fate|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 0]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $intro == 0>> <img src="img/misc/intro2.png"> You were born and raised in a loving, stable family. Your parents cared deeply for you, nurturing your upbringing and well-being just as they did for your brother and sister. As you grew older, you and your parents navigated the challenges of adolescence together. Thanks to their guidance, you managed to “stay out of trouble,” as your mother would put it. They always encouraged you to explore your interests and supported your passions every step of the way. Of course, you didn’t share everything with your parents. Your dad still believes you’re “just friends” with guys, but your mom knows a little more than that... Either way, you grew up to be a smart, beautiful young woman. And yes, you’ve had your fair share of romantic and sexual experiences [[but that’s not what this story is about|start][$intro to 1]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 1>> <img src="img/misc/intro1.png"> You successfully turned eighteen, and not long after that, graduated from high school in your home country. You did well: more than half of your subjects earned you top marks. You passed the nationwide standardized exam with solid results, though it cost you plenty of stress and countless hours of preparation Still, that exam was always meant as a backup plan. With your family’s full support, you’d been studying a foreign language for several years and working with a tutor to prepare for university abroad. Now, with school exams behind you, your language skills polished, and even a rough plan in place, you wait eagerly for the results of your online test and the admissions committee’s decision. [[Soon, some letter arrives|start][$intro to 2]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 2>> <img src="img/misc/intro3.png"> You receive a response from your chosen institution, an invitation to visit them. Excited, you share the news with your parents, who fully support you, even though the invitation doesn’t guarantee admission, let alone a scholarship. It’s simply permission to take their internal entrance exam, which is held annually for international students and others who, for various reasons, can’t follow the standard admissions process. But that’s exactly your situation. Thanks to this letter, you soon obtain your student visa. Together with your parents and tutor, you map out a detailed plan and travel itinerary. You get all the required vaccinations, complete a medical check-up back home, and gather the rest of the documents needed for enrollment. The whole process takes time, but it doesn’t slow you down one bit. Finally, everything is ready: all documents are in order, plane tickets are booked, you’ve received enough money to cover your first expenses, and—most importantly—you’ve hugged and kissed your parents goodbye. <img src="img/misc/intro4.png"> [[My bright future! Wait for me!|start][$intro to 3]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro5.png"> After clearing passport control at the airport, you hop into a taxi headed for the city. You’ve already downloaded the necessary apps on your phone and ordered a local SIM card online, so you’re ready to navigate this new world. You give the driver a precise address and set off toward the heart of the unfamiliar city. The city welcomes you with whimsical yet inspiring views: foreign architecture you’ve only ever seen on TV or computer screens is now right before your eyes! Your heart races, your spirit soars! [[But nothing impresses you quite as much as the College itself!|start][$intro to 4]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 4>> <img src="img/misc/intro6.png"> The College’s enormous building—with its several wings, gym, and parts of the student campus—is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before! You head to the reception desk, explain your situation, and are promptly escorted to an administrative office that handles matters like yours. The woman seated there listens carefully to your story, takes your documents, and spends a long time filling out forms. Finally, she informs you that your registration has been successfully completed and that the entrance exam will take place at the end of summer. She hands you a brochure, a prospective student guidebook, a library access pass, and a reading list. These are materials you’re strongly encouraged to review before the exam. From what she says, you understand that for the duration of the summer, you’ve been granted certain student privileges, though in a limited form. They’re genuinely glad you’ve arrived, but they also make it clear that competition for admission is fierce and tuition fees are steep. Scholarships are available, but only for the most outstanding applicants, and to qualify, you’ll need a professor’s recommendation and a top score (“excellent”) result on the exam. Feeling uplifted, you leave the College and almost immediately call your parents to share the good news. They’re happy for you but worried about where you’ll stay and what you’ll do—no one expected you’d have to manage on your own in a foreign country for at least a month before the exam. The original plan was for you to be enrolled on the very day of your arrival, but... [[Plans have to change on the fly!|start][$intro to 5]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 5>> <img src="img/misc/intro7.png"> Back in the city, you follow a recommendation and find a small hostel popular among students and applicants for its solid balance of affordability and comfort. You’re drawn to the large number of people your age and fellow foreigners—just like you, still new and unfamiliar with this country of your dreams. The payment and stay rules are simple. You pay in the morning and are free to sleep there that night. The hostel has showers and shared spaces for studying and socializing, which you can use freely as long as you’ve paid for the night. There’s also a small gym, though it requires a separate fee. The money you brought with you is enough to cover three nights in advance. As you finish checking in, Jack—the hostel’s owner, a friendly young man—waves over a girl and asks her to look after you. [[You study her with curiosity|start][$intro to 6]] <</if>> <<if $intro == 6>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png"> She smiles at you and says her name is Jenny. She’s something like a floor rep here, someone who helps newcomers settle in and is always happy to point you in the right direction or answer questions. After all, that’s exactly why Jack pays her a little extra! She gives you a quick tour of the hostel, showing you all the useful spots: the kitchen, study area, laundry, and common rooms. It ends with her leading you to the shared women’s dorm and helping you unpack. - Listen, I get that you’re new here and everything’s exciting, but if you’re serious about getting into the College, you can’t afford to waste time or wander around aimlessly. - she says as you finish putting your things away - Exams are only a month away, and everyone says this year’s standards are higher than ever! And from what I understand, you’re also dealing with money troubles… Well, don’t worry too much! Get settled into our little town. There aren’t many exciting spots around this neighborhood, but it’s plenty for what you need. Start by looking for a job and getting your daily routine in order. A personal schedule is really important because it keeps you from spreading yourself too thin! She goes on for another half hour, sharing all sorts of advice, but you hardly remember any of it—your head is spinning from everything that’s happened today. Evening comes, and you notice the other girls getting ready for bed. Without wasting time, you follow their lead. After all, tomorrow marks the start of your new life, and you’ll need every bit of energy to reach the goal you’ve set for yourself! [[Or any other goal at all|CharGen]] - you think vaguely as you drift off to sleep… <<set $Day to 30>> <<set $AP to 4>> <<set $money to 0>> <<set $promiscuitylimit to 50>> <<set $fitnes to 20>> <<set $intellect to 0>> <<set $beauty to 0>> <<set $social to 0>> <<set $promiscuity to 0>> <<set $waitressjobtoday = 1>> <<set $cofe = false>> <<set $currentOutfit = 0>> <<set $read to 0>> <<set $gymp to 0>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $gympT to 0>> <<set $Mall to 0>> <<set $Park to 0>> <<set $Parkrand to 0>> <<set $Parkwalk to 0>> <<set $Parkjog to 0>> <<set $barsex to 0>> <<set $hostelstay to 0>> <<set $hostelrep to 0>> <<set $sleepD to 0>> <<set $cleaner to 0>> <<set $cleanrep to 0>> <<set $showerclean to 0>> <<set $hostelclean to 0>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 0>> <<set $hostelwork to 0>> <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<set $Shrand to 0>> <<set $TimeD to 0>> <<set $continueVisible = true>> <<set $smen to 0>> <<set $result to 1>> <<set $wrandom = 1>> <<set $w2random = 1>> <<set $lrandom = 1>> <<set $l2random = 1>> <<set $brandom = 1>> <<set $b2random = 1>> <<set $SexRand = 0>> <<set $SexRandScene = 0>> <<set $Random = 0>> <<set $RandomScane = 0>> <<set $waitress to 0>> <<set $librarian to 0>> <<set $bargirl to 0>> <<set $loanshark to 0>> <<set $handiworkskill to 0>> <<set $officeskill to 0>> <<set $waitressskill to 0>> <<set $baristaskill to 0>> <<set $baristaskill to 0>> <<set $librarianskill to 0>> <<set $bargirlskill to 0>> <<set $librarycorruption to 0>> <<set $Leonard to 0>> <<set $Rada to 0>> <<set $RadaTalk to 0>> <<set $RadaRelationship to 0>> <<set $RadaT to 0>> <<set $RadaR to 0>> <<set $RadaS to 0>> <<set $RadaS1 to 0>> <<set $RadaHouse to 0>> <<set $PaulaRelationship to 0>> <<set $PaulaT to 0>> <<set $PaulaR to 0>> <<set $CCPaulaR to 0>> <<set $Elizabeth to 0>> <<set $ElizabethD to 0>> <<set $ElizabethT to 0>> <<set $ElizabethP to 0>> <<set $Nick to 0>> <<set $NickRelationship to 0>> <<set $NickS to 0>> <<set $NickSex to 0>> <<set $Jack to 0>> <<set $Alim to 0>> <<set $Jenny to 0>> <<set $JennyT to 0>> <<set $JennyR to 0>> <<set $JennyS to 0>> <<set $JennyS1 to 0>> <<set $drunkhead to 0>> <<set $PSleepEnd to 0>> <<set $DayEnd to 0>> <<set $PromiscuityEnd to 0>> <<set $StartPoints to 100>> <<if $code == "Sorry_for_the_wait">> <<set $SupportBuff == 1>> <</if>> <<if $SupportBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 100>> <</if>> <<if $GoodDayEndBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 50>> <</if>> <<if $BadDayEndBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <<if $PSleepEndBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <<if $PromiscuityEndBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <<if $BarBitchEndBuff == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <<if $LeonardBuff1 == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <<if $LeonardBuff2 == 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 30>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<set $TimeD to 4>> <<if $barsex >= 14>> [[Should have spent less time at the bar...|BarEnd]] <<elseif $barsex <= 13>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/locations/night1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/locations/night2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/locations/night3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> Night spread its raven wings, shrouding the city in darkness. The lights of the night city—neon signs, lanterns over doors and streets—keep the city's inhabitants from withdrawing into themselves, from locking themselves in their apartments, from depriving them of entertainment, forcing them to reach for it, to live life. In exchange for such sweet sleep, of course. [[Go to a nightclub|Nightclub]] [[Visit a hostel|Hostel][$TimeD to 4]] [[Visit a park|NighPark]] <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/shower1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/shower2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> The shower is filled with a slight smell of dampness and cleaning solution. The walls are covered with simple tiles, some with faded grout. The floor is covered with rubber mats, faded with age. The shower faucets are located along the wall, without stalls, only a few plastic curtains that have long since lost their former transparency. The water flows intermittently, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Empty shower gel bottles and bars of soap are on the shelves. The light flickers occasionally, briefly plunging the room into semi-darkness. <<if $showertoday == 0>> <<link "Take a shower">> <<goto "ShowerS">> <<set $Shrand to random(4)>> <</link>> <<elseif $showertoday >= 1 >> <<return "I already showered today">> <</if>> <<if $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 1 && $showerclean == 1>> <<linkreplace "Take the time to clean everything here">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/showerclean.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/showerclean1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/showerclean2.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/showerclean3.jpg"> <</if>> You pick up your cleaning supplies and spend time and effort tidying up the hallway. Just a little more and the night's stay will be paid! <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $beauty -= 1>> <<set $cleanrep += 1>> <<set $showerclean += 1>> <<set $hostelwork += 1>> <<if $promiscuity >= 15 && $Alim == 0>> While you're cleaning, you notice a young man who's clearly got his eye on you and is circling around. Maybe you should reciprocate? [[Ignore and finish cleaning|Hostel]] [[Give in to desire|Alim]] <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $cleaner >= 1 && $AP <= 0 && $showerclean == 1>> I don't even have the strength to lift a mop, let alone do a proper cleaning! <<elseif $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 0 && $showerclean <= 0>> I already cleaned the showers today! <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/cafe1.jpg" width="720" > <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/cafe2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/cafe3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A small café with a minimalist interior: bare wooden tables, chairs with worn-out cushions, and walls decorated with just a couple of coffee-themed posters. The practical laminate floor is easy to clean. Behind the counter sits an old but reliable espresso machine, flanked by jars of cookies and croissants. The air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and slightly burnt toast. Soft radio music plays in the background just loud enough to fill the silence, but quiet enough not to drown out conversation. The customers are mostly locals: students with laptops, pensioners with newspapers, and a few workers grabbing a quick lunch. The menu is simple but satisfying sandwiches, salads, soups, and strong, affordable coffee. It’s the kind of place where you can grab a no-frills bite in comfort. <<if $money >= 50>> I can [[Grab a coffee|Coffee]] Maybe [[come back?|Morning]] <<elseif $money <= 50>> I don’t even have enough money for a cup of coffee! [[Go home|Morning]] <</if>> <<if $Rada >= 0 && $RadaTalk >= 1>> I can [[chat with Rade for a bit|Rada][$RadaT to 0; $RadaR to random(9)]] <</if>> <<if $waitress <= 0 && $Leonard == 0>> I can [[ask if they need any help here|Cafe work]] <<elseif $waitress >= 1 && $barista == 1>> Rade waves at me [[looks like something’s up|Barista]] <<elseif $waitress >= 1 && $barista == 4>> Rade is standing next to a new[[coffee machine|Barista]] <<elseif $waitress >= 1 && $barista == 5>> You can work as a [[barista|Barista][$Random to random(13)]] <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $promiscuity >= 10>> Rade waves at me as I approach and nods toward the [[storage room|Leonard][$Leonard to 7]], saying Leonard’s been looking for me. <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $waitressjobtoday <= 1>> <<if $AP >= 1>> It seems my help isn’t [[needed today|Morning]] <<else>> I don’t even have the energy to ask if I can work today! <</if>> <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $waitressjobtoday >= 2>> <<if $AP >= 1>> Still, it seems I can [[work|Cafe work]] today. <<else>> I don’t even have the energy to ask if I can work today! <</if>> <<elseif $waitress == 2>> <<if $AP >= 1>> My performance earned me [[priority|Cafe work]] in work. <<else>> I don’t even have the energy to ask if I can work today! <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/gym/gym1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/gym/gym2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A spacious gym with mirrored walls and bright lighting. The air is filled with the scent of sweat and fresh air conditioning. Exercise machines are lined up, and yoga mats are on the floor. In the corner is a stand with water and towels. Someone is always working out here: some pumping iron, others running on the treadmill. The sound of dumbbells and rhythmic music create an energetic atmosphere. <<if $gymp == 0>> You approach the reception desk, where a sweet, smiling girl asks which workout plan is right for you. There are several options to choose from: <<if $money >= 1000>> Can I please have [[a month of classes|Gym][$gymp += 30; $money -= 1000]] Can I please have [[a week of classes|Gym][$gymp +=7; $money -= 300]] Can I please have [[one workout|Gym][$gymp +=1; $money -= 50]] <<elseif $money >= 300>> Can I please have [[a week of classes|Gym][$gymp +=7; $money -= 300]] Can I please have [[one workout|Gym][$gymp +=1; $money -= 50]] <<elseif $money >= 50>> Can I please have [[one workout|Gym][$gymp +=1; $money -= 50]] <<else>> <<return "Sorry, I'll think about it a bit more">> <</if>> <<elseif $gymp >= 0 && $gymp1 >= 0 && $AP >=1>> I have <<print $gymp>> more paid classes! Not bad! It's time to work out, since I'm finally ready for action! [[Workout|Gymwork]] <</if>> Or I'm too tired to do anything... <<return "Return">> <>

<> <img src="img/bar/bar1.webp"> The dim light, muted music, and a bar stocked with bottles of exotic drinks. A neon sign and graffiti adorn the walls. Patrons sit at tables, chatting to the sounds of jazz or rock. The bartender deftly mixes cocktails, adding a touch of showmanship. It's always noisy, yet cozy. A place to forget about your problems and enjoy the moment. <<if $bargirl == 0>> I can ask [[about work|Nick][$Nick to 0]] <<elseif $bargirl == 1>> Nick waves at me, inviting me to start my [[shift|Bar work]] quickly. <</if>> <<if $money >= 100>> I can [[have a drink and chat|BarSex][$SexRand to random (10); $SexRandScene to random (4)]] Or maybe I should look for someone who will buy a lady a drink? [[Look around for a bar sponsor|BarSex][$SexRand to random (3, 10); $SexRandScene to random (4); $money -= 100]] <<elseif $money <= 99 && $promiscuity >= 10>> I can't afford a drink, so my only option is to find someone to buy me a glass. [[Look around for a bar sponsor|BarSex][$SexRand to random (3,9); $SexRandScene to random (4)]] <<elseif $money <= 99>> I don't even have enough money for a glass of whiskey! [[Abandon this idea |Evening]] <</if>> <<if $NickRelationship >= 6>> You see Nick thoughtfully polishing glasses. Noticing you, he waves and nods to the chair across from you, inviting you to [[NickTalk][$NickT to 0]] for a bit. <</if>> <<if $barista == 3>> Apparently, now would be a good time to discuss the "Drunken Head" [[Larry|Nick][$NickT to 0]] requested. <</if>> <<back "Return">> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/lib1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/lib5.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/lib2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/library/lib3.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/library/lib4.png" width="720"> <</if>> A quiet library with towering bookshelves packed floor to ceiling. The air carries the scent of aged paper and wood. Soft-glow lamps on the tables create a cozy reading atmosphere, and a few armchairs nestle in the corner for those who want to settle in with a book. Portraits of famous writers hang on the walls. A near-sacred silence reigns, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages. [[Go to|Libroom]] the free reading room. <<if $librarian == 0>> I can [[Ask if they need any help here|Library work]] <<elseif $librarian >= 1>> Let the front desk know you’re ready to [[work|Library work]] <</if>> <<if $PaulaRelationship >= 4 && $librarian >= 1>> I can [[go talk to Paula|Paula]] <<else>> I don’t know Paula well enough to bother her while she’s working… <</if>> <<if $ElizabethRelationship >= 4 && $librarian >= 1>> I can [[walk to Mrs. Elizabeth’s office|ElizabethTalk]] <<else>> I wouldn’t dare disturb Ms. Elizabeth not with our current level of acquaintance! <</if>> <<link "Return to town">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <>

<> <<if $read == 0>> <img src="img/CC/CC1.jpeg" width="720"> A spacious room with bright walls adorned with posters and children’s drawings. In the center hangs a large board listing events—from workshops to film screenings. Soft rugs and bean bags cover the floor, inviting you to get comfortable. In one corner, there’s a table with free tea and coffee. It’s always lively here: some people discuss projects, others play board games, and kids run around laughing. It’s the kind of place where everyone feels like they belong to something bigger. You approach the front desk and decide to sign up for a workshop that interests you—hoping to learn more and, if possible, gain new skills in your chosen area: [[Pornography and Erotica|CC][$read to 1]] [[Scientific Literature|CC][$read to 2]] [[Entertainment & Fiction|CC][$read to 3]] [[Home Management Guides|CC][$read to 4]] [[Office Skills Manuals|CC][$read to 5]] [[Detailed Cocktail Guides and Mixing Techniques|CC][$read to 6]] [[Home Workout Routines|CC][$read to 7]] <<if $PaulaRelationship >= 10>> Paula spots you as you walk into the community center. She waves you over, gesturing to the small group of students gathered around a corner table herself included. [[You decide to join them|CCPaula][$CCPaulaR to random (5)]] <</if>> <<elseif $read == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/read1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/read3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/read2.png" width="720"> <</if>> A woman with a bold, untidy look grabs you by the hand and pulls you aside, launching into a vivid, detailed lecture on what to do and howwith men and women. [[Listen to her|Evening][$promiscuity += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 2>> You’re then guided over to a group of students who are just diving into new material. You slip seamlessly into the discussion, jotting notes in your notebook. [[Finish the session|Evening][$intellect += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 3>> You sink into a cozy beanbag chair facing the console. The controller fits perfectly in your hands. It’s time for some fun! [[Play|Evening][$will += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 4>> You’re led to a group of homemakers deep in conversation about cleaning tricks, laundry hacks, and cooking techniques, freely swapping recipes and sharing household wisdom. [[Listen carefully|Evening][$waitressskill +=1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 5>> You approach a young office worker who apparently just wanted to relax but now finds herself answering your endless questions until her bus arrives and, cutting the conversation short, she hurries off. [[Jot down the new knowledge in your notebook|Evening][$officeskill += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 6>> You’re then guided to a demo station where an experienced bartender is giving a masterclass, showing how to use every tool of the trade while explaining classic cocktail recipes and their key characteristics. [[Take notes in your notebook|Evening][$bargirlskill += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 7>> You’re led to the fitness room, where you join a workout session with a group of homemakers. [[Work out with them|Evening][$fitnes += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp"> You see a clearly bored girl dressed in a cafe waitress uniform, but clearly disregarding the rules for wearing such attire. She's openly bored, sitting at the bar, her tights-clad feet propped up on the table. Oblivious to the fact that her skirt has ridden up and her panties are visible to the few customers, she's busily writing or drawing in her notebook. When you approach her, she reluctantly stops, adjusting her skirt and putting away her notebook. She gives you an appraising look and asks what you want from her. "Another adventurer?" she chuckles after listening to your short story. "My name is Rada, I'm the daughter of the owner of this diner. Want to work? Fine, I don't mind. It's just that a lot of people want to work here. Not because we pay a lot, but because Dad pays at least something. But when all you can do is open your mouth and take cocks, any honest work feels like a holiday, right?" - she winks at you. - Listen, I... - You want to defend your honor, but she interrupts you, standing up. - Relax, I'm just kidding, okay?- She smiles as if nothing had happened, leaving you speechless. Follow the corridor further into the cafe, there you will find a room with a sign "BOSS" - that's the one for you. My old man sits there, he will decide whether to give you a job or not. In any case, come by more often!- with these words, she ends the conversation, reluctantly getting up from her chair and heading to the next customer. Following the described route, you find the right door. After knocking and hearing "Come in!", you carefully step over the threshold and see a small room with a plump, slightly balding man sitting at a computer desk surrounded by papers and other documentation. When the waitress leaves you alone, quietly leaving his office, he looks up at you, [[looking up from his papers|Cafe work][$Leonard to 1]] <<if $Rada == 0>> <<set $Rada to 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard.jpg"> "So, what do you want here?" he asks menacingly, measuring you with an appraising gaze. "I recently moved and am looking for a job," you admit honestly. "Cafes are usually always short-staffed." And he works mostly for tips. - Oh, so you already know the basics, huh? At least something! What else can you do? - his gaze changes to a skeptical, appraising one, the man steeples his fingers on his chest. - Everyone knows them, - you shrug. - Take orders, give out change and orders. Clean tables, floors, wash dishes and smile. Nothing complicated! - Indeed - he nods approvingly. - My name is Leonard, and this is my cafe. You know, honey, I might hire you - but I have enough female employees. Sometimes even too many. I don't want you two fighting over tips, and I have no intention of paying you a higher rate. - What does that mean? <<if $waitressskill <= 5 && $promiscuity <= 9>> - That means there's no room for you. And no work. I don't know, if you could even tell a rag from a mop, it would be a different story, but for now... Goodbye! - he loses all interest in you, returning to his work at the computer. - [[Say Goodbye and Leave|Cafe][$Leonard to 0]] <<elseif $waitressskill >= 6 && $promiscuity <= 9 >> - I can offer you as a backup. Come in the morning - if everyone is busy and they need your help, work hard. I can't offer you anything better, okay? - [[Okay|Cafe][$waitress to 1]] - you nod before leaving. <<elseif $waitressskill >= 6 && $promiscuity >= 10 >> - Look, I look at you and I know - smart people can always come to an agreement... - he smiles meaningfully. - Especially if people are not only smart, but also have the courage to speak up for themselves and not be embarrassed by their own skills. Know what I mean? - he asks with a greasy smile, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands over his chest. - I won't beat around the bush - give me a blow job, and I'll find a place for you. I'll even prioritize you over other girls. All you have to do is help me relieve stress from time to time. A little dirty favoritism never hurt anyone these days, right? - [[Fuck you|Cafe][$Leonard to 0]], you fucking hog! - [[I really need|Leonard]] this job! <<elseif $waitressskill <= 5 && $promiscuity >= 10 >> - Look, I look at you and I know - smart people can always come to an agreement... - he smiles meaningfully. - Especially if people are not only smart, but also have the courage to speak up for themselves and not be embarrassed by their own skills. Know what I mean? - he asks with a greasy smile, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands over his chest. - I won't beat around the bush - give me a blow job, and I'll find a place for you. I'll even prioritize you over other girls. All you have to do is help me relieve stress from time to time. A little dirty favoritism never hurt anyone these days, right? - [[Fuck you|Cafe][$Leonard to 0]], you fucking pig! - [[I really need|Leonard]] this job! <</if>> <<elseif $waitress == 1>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> I spent the whole day wiping tables and working like a donkey for this fat guy! But I earned a whole <<print $wrandom + $waitressskill*2 + $beauty*1 + $social*0.5>> dollars , and I even managed to chat briefly with Rada while I worked. <<set $money to $money +$wrandom + $waitressskill*2 + $beauty*1 + $social*0.5>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $waitressskill += 1>> <<set $RadaRelationship += random(0, 1)>> [[Pack up and leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $waitress == 2 && $Leonard >= 2>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/cafework4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> I spent the whole day wiping tables and working my ass off for this fat guy! But I earned a whole <<print $wrandom + $waitressskill*2 + $beauty*1 + $social*0.5>> dollars , and I even managed to chat briefly with Rada while I was working. <<set $money to $money + $wrandom + $waitressskill*2 + $beauty*1 + $social*0.5>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $waitressskill += 1>> <<set $RadaRelationship += random(0, 1)>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> [[Pack Up and Leave|Afternoon]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Afternoon]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> [[At the end of the shift, he called me into the office|LeonardSex][$SexRand to random (1); $SexRandScene to random (2)]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <img src="img/Nightclub/Nightclub1.webp"> A neon-lit nightclub. You're clearly not welcome here. <<return "Return">> <>

<> <<if $librarian == 0>> You approach the book checkout counter and announce that I'd like to work there. The girl smiles at me and asks me to wait a few minutes while she finishes her main work. Ten minutes later, while I'm looking around the library, people, and books, the girl from the counter approaches me. She leads me into the library's interior, past huge stacks and shelves closed to non-employees. Now you understand why you were asked to wait – you would have definitely gotten lost in this labyrinth alone! <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> You are eventually led to a small office where an elegant, middle-aged woman sits at a computer, intently working and writing something in a journal on the desk. "Mrs. Elizabeth!" she calls out cautiously when she looks up at you. "We have a new girl." Wants to join our team! Mrs. Elizabeth stands, nodding to the girl, and then she leaves. - It's quite simple, the woman sighs. -"You come during the day, unfortunately, I can't give you a full-time position—only a seasonal worker's position, so to speak. So, you come during the day, help the core staff, and at the end of the day, they write a note noting how helpful you were. With this note, you go to the accounting department, where they give you cash. Any other questions? "What will I be doing?" I ask my future boss. - Whatever they tell you to do. Basically, carry books. Set them out according to a template and keep them in order. You know, like giving them a good cleaning or shushing those who are too loud. If you think you can handle it, come at lunchtime and I'll let the receptionist know. Smiling softly, she returns to her work. [[Chat return|Evening][$librarian to 1]] <<set $Elizabeth to 1>> <<elseif $librarian == 1 && $promiscuity <= 9>> <<set $PaulaRelationship += random(2)>> <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(2)>> <<set $variable to random(7)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/libwork1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/libwork2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/libwork3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/library/libwork4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/library/libwork5.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/library/libwork6.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/library/libwork7.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/library/libwork8.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<set $variable1 to random(8)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> Today at the library began with shelving new arrivals. Then I helped patrons find the books they needed and issued several library cards. I ended the day by checking the online catalog. The work is calm, but very interesting! So, for a whole day of working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>>dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> Today I was busy preparing for an exhibition dedicated to classic literature. I selected books, decorated displays, and compiled a list of recommendations for readers. At the end of the day, I gave a short tour for schoolchildren. A very inspiring day! So for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom+ $librarianskill*1.2 + $intellect/2>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and go|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> The morning began with processing new books: stamping them and entering the data into the catalog. Then I consulted with readers on their choice of literature. I ended the day by checking the books returned to the library. Everything went smoothly! So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>>dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> Today was dedicated to working with the archive: I organized old editions and checked their condition. During the break, I helped visitors find rare books. FinishedAnd the day was spent writing a report. Very busy! So, for the whole day working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> Today I was digitizing old magazines and books. It's painstaking work, but very important for preserving knowledge. At the end of the day, I held a master class on working with an electronic library. I feel useful! So, for a whole day of working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> The morning began with preparing for a lecture on contemporary authors. Then I helped visitors choose literature and placed orders for new books. I ended the day updating the library's website. Very productive! So for the whole day working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 6>> Today I was organizing the book fair: compiling a list of participants, preparing the site and promotional materials. During the break, I consulted with readers. I ended the day with a sense of accomplishment! So for the whole day of working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 7>> Today was dedicated to working with children: I conducted a read-aloud and a fairy tale quiz. Then I helped the little ones choose books to read at home. I ended the day with smiles and thanks. I'm in a very warm mood! So, for the whole day working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 8>> The morning began with checking the condition of the books in the reading room. Then I took care of periodical subscriptions. At the end of the day, I held a consultation for new readers. Everything went great! So, for a whole day of working among the books, I got paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack Up and Leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<elseif $librarian == 1 && $promiscuity >= 10>> <<set $PaulaRelationship += random(-1, 2)>> <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(2)>> <<set $variable2 to random(11)>> <<if $variable2 == 0>> <img src="img/library/libwork1.jpg" width="720"> The morning began with preparing for a lecture on contemporary authors. Then I helped patrons choose literature and placed orders for new books. I ended the day updating the library website. Very productive! So, for the whole day of working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 1>> <img src="img/library/libwork2.jpg" width="720"> The morning began with preparing for a lecture on contemporary authors. Then I helped visitors choose literature and placed orders for new books. I ended the day updating the library website. Very productive! So, for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 2>> <img src="img/library/libwork3.jpg" width="720"> The morning began with checking the condition of the books in the reading room. Then I worked on registering subscriptions for periodicals. At the end of the day, I held a consultation for new readers. Everything went great.But! So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 3>> <img src="img/library/libwork4.jpg" width="720"> Today was dedicated to working with the archive: I organized old editions and checked their condition. During the break, I helped visitors find rare books. I ended the day with a sense of accomplishment. So, for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 4>> <img src="img/library/libwork5.jpeg" width="720"> Today I was organizing a book exchange: accepting books from readers and giving out new ones. Then she helped visitors choose literature. She ended the day by checking the condition of the books. A very rewarding day! So, for the whole day of working among books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack Up and Go|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 5>> <img src="img/library/libwork6.jpg" width="720"> Today was dedicated to working with rare editions: checking their condition and entering data into the archive. During my break, I helped visitors find the books they needed. I finished the day with a sense of accomplishment. So, for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 6>> <img src="img/library/libwork7.jpg" width="720"> Today I was organizing a book exchange: I accepted books from readers and gave out new ones. Then she helped visitors choose literature. She ended the day by checking the condition of the books. A very rewarding day! So, for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack Up and Leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 7>> <img src="img/library/libwork8.jpg" width="720"> Today was dedicated to working with the archive: I organized old publications and checked their condition. During the break, she helped visitors find rare books. I ended the day with a sense of accomplishment. So for the whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money to $money + $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> [[Pack up and leave|Evening]] <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 8>> <img src="img/library/libraryslut1.webp" width="720"> Today, while I was working with the books in the reading room, arranging Among the shelves of rare editions, I met a young girl, apparently a student at a local college. Noticing me, she smiled mischievously and, turning to me, bared her breasts. [[I grabbed her hand|Elizabeth][$librarycorruption += random(-2,1)]] and led her to Elizabeth, even though the girl resisted, protesting. [[I ignored the girl, looking down|Evening][$librarycorruption += random(1,3)]] So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money += $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 9>> <img src="img/library/libraryslut2.webp" width="720"> When I entered the archives, on the instructions of one of the workers, I found a half-naked girl wandering barefoot among the shelves of documents and reports. Upon seeing me, she lifted her T-shirt so that both her breasts were clearly visible. [[I took her|Elizabeth][$librarycorruption += random(-2,1)]] to Elizabeth, even though the girl resisted and protested. [[I ignored the girl, looking down|Evening][$librarycorruption += random(1,3)]] So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money += $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 10>> <img src="img/library/libraryslut3.webp" width="720"> Today, I came across a half-naked student among the shelves. She was clearly enjoying the situation and herself when I caught her, and at first she completely ignored me. For a moment, I even thought she was about to start caressing herself. At least her nails glided smoothly from her collarbone to her chest and back again several times. [[I took her|Elizabeth][$librarycorruption += random(-2,1)]] to Elizabeth, even though the girl resisted, protesting. [[I ignored the girl, looking down|Evening][$librarycorruption += random(1,3)]] So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money += $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable2 == 11>> <img src="img/library/libraryslut4.webp" width="720"> Today, another student walked among the shelves with her bare butt and a translucent blouse that left nothing to the imagination. Seeing me, she turned invitingly and, leaning against the bookcase, stuck out her butt, as if inviting me to fuck or spank her. [[I took her|Elizabeth][$librarycorruption += random(-2,1)]] to Elizabeth, even though the girl resisted, protesting. [[I ignored the girl, looking down|Evening][$librarycorruption += random(1,3)]] So, for a whole day of working among the books, I was paid <<print $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> dollars <<set $money += $lrandom + $librarianskill*2 + $intellect*1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $bargirl == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/barwork.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/barwork1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/barwork2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<set $variable1 to random(11)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> Today’s shift started with bar prep. I sliced lemons, restocked ice, and checked that we had all the ingredients. The evening got really busy, so I was whipping up cocktails and serving guests nonstop. I wrapped up the day by cleaning up and counting the till. What a dynamic day! <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> Today I worked behind the bar like taking orders, making cocktails, and chatting with guests. It got especially busy in the evening, but I handled it like a pro. Finished my shift feeling really satisfied. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> Today’s shift was packed... I made signature cocktails, took care of guests and kept the bar area tidy. In the evening, I even ran a little cocktail-making demo. Wrapped up the day with that good kind of tiredness. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> Today kicked off with bar prep. I topped up supplies, chopped fruit, and made sure all the gear was good to go. The evening got super busy, so I was shaking and stirring cocktails like crazy while keeping that friendly smile on. Wrapped up the shift with some solid tips! <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> Today I worked behind the bar like taking orders, making cocktails, and chatting with guests. It got especially busy in the evening, but I handled it like a pro. Finished my shift feeling really satisfied. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> Today’s shift was packed... I made signature cocktails, took care of guests and kept the bar area tidy. In the evening, I even ran a little cocktail-making demo. Wrapped up the day with that good kind of tiredness. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 6>> Today kicked off with bar prep. I topped up supplies, chopped fruit, and made sure all the gear was good to go. The evening got super busy, so I was shaking and stirring cocktails like crazy while keeping that friendly smile on. Wrapped up the shift with some solid tips! <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 7>> > Today I worked behind the bar like taking orders, making cocktails, and chatting with guests. It got especially busy in the evening, but I handled it like a pro. Finished my shift feeling really satisfied. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 8>> Today’s shift was packed... I made signature cocktails, took care of guests and kept the bar area tidy. In the evening, I even ran a little cocktail-making demo. Wrapped up the day with that good kind of tiredness. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 9>> Today kicked off with bar prep. I topped up supplies, chopped fruit, and made sure all the gear was good to go. The evening got super busy, so I was shaking and stirring cocktails like crazy while keeping that friendly smile on. Wrapped up the shift with some solid tips! <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 10>> > Today I worked behind the bar like taking orders, making cocktails, and chatting with guests. It got especially busy in the evening, but I handled it like a pro. Finished my shift feeling really satisfied. <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 11>> Today’s shift was packed... I made signature cocktails, took care of guests and kept the bar area tidy. In the evening, I even ran a little cocktail-making demo. Wrapped up the day with that good kind of tiredness. <</if>> <<if $bargirlskill >= 20>> <<if $drunkhead == 0>> At the end of the day, Nick handed me <<print $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5>> bucks in cash <<set $money to $money + $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5>> <<set $bargirlskill += random (2)>> <<set $NickRelationship += random (0, 3)>> [[Get my things together and head out|Night]] <<elseif $drunkhead == 1>> At the end of the day, Nick handed me <<print ($brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5)*0.75>> bucks in cash , though he held back a cut because of the "Drunken Head" set. <<set $money to ($money + $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5)*0.75>> <<set $bargirlskill += random (2)>> <<set $NickRelationship += random (0, 3)>> [[ Get my things together and head out |Night]] <</if>> <<elseif $bargirlskill <= 19>> <<if $drunkhead == 0>> Despite all my hard work, Nick still thinks I’m not pulling my weight, so once again today, I’m walking away with just tips… <<print $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5>> bucks in cash <<set $money to $money + $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5>> <<set $bargirlskill += random(3)>> <<set $NickRelationship += random (-1, 2)>> [[Get my things together and head out|Night]] <<elseif $drunkhead == 1>> Despite all my hard work, Nick still thinks I’m not pulling my weight, so once again today, I’m walking away with just tips… <<print ($brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5)*0.75>> bucks in cash, though he held back a cut because of the "Drunken Head" set. <<set $money to ($money + $brandom + $bargirlskill*2 + $social*1 + $beauty*0.5)*0.75>> <<set $bargirlskill += random(3)>> <<set $NickRelationship += random (-1, 2)>> [[Get my things together and head out|Night]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

Сегодняшняя смена началась с подготовки зала: проверила световое и звуковое оборудование, расставила столики и украсила барную стойку. Вечером было много гостей, пришлось быстро смешивать коктейли и следить за атмосферой. Закончила ночь уборкой и подсчетом выручки. Очень динамичная смена! Сегодня работала за барной стойкой: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью было особенно оживленно, но справилась на отлично. Закончила смену с чувством удовлетворения. Утро началось с подготовки клуба к открытию: проверила запасы, нарезала фрукты и настроила оборудование. Ночью пришлось работать в быстром темпе, но гости остались довольны. Закончила день с хорошими чаевыми. Сегодняшняя смена была насыщенной: готовила коктейли по фирменным рецептам, обслуживала гостей и следила за атмосферой в зале. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению напитков. Закончила смену с приятной усталостью. Сегодня работала в клубе с вечера: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью было особенно многолюдно, но справилась на отлично. Закончила смену с чувством выполненного долга. Сегодняшний день начался с подготовки клуба: пополнила запасы, нарезала фрукты и проверила оборудование. Ночью было много гостей, пришлось быстро смешивать коктейли и улыбаться. Закончила смену с хорошими чаевыми. Сегодня работала за барной стойкой: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению коктейлей. Закончила смену с чувством удовлетворения. Утро началось с подготовки клуба к открытию: расставила бокалы, проверила запасы и навела порядок. Ночью пришлось работать в быстром темпе, но гости остались довольны. Закончила смену с улыбкой, получив хорошие чаевые. Сегодняшняя смена была насыщенной: готовила коктейли по фирменным рецептам, обслуживала гостей и следила за атмосферой в зале. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению напитков. Закончила смену с приятной усталостью. Сегодня работала в клубе с вечера: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью было особенно многолюдно, но справилась на отлично. Закончила смену с чувством выполненного долга. Сегодняшний день начался с подготовки клуба: пополнила запасы, нарезала фрукты и проверила оборудование. Ночью было много гостей, пришлось быстро смешивать коктейли и улыбаться. Закончила смену с хорошими чаевыми. Сегодня работала за барной стойкой: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению коктейлей. Закончила смену с чувством удовлетворения. Утро началось с подготовки клуба к открытию: расставила бокалы, проверила запасы и навела порядок. Ночью пришлось работать в быстром темпе, но гости остались довольны. Закончила смену с улыбкой, получив хорошие чаевые. Сегодняшняя смена была насыщенной: готовила коктейли по фирменным рецептам, обслуживала гостей и следила за атмосферой в зале. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению напитков. Закончила смену с приятной усталостью. Сегодня работала в клубе с вечера: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью было особенно многолюдно, но справилась на отлично. Закончила смену с чувством выполненного долга. Сегодняшний день начался с подготовки клуба: пополнила запасы, нарезала фрукты и проверила оборудование. Ночью было много гостей, пришлось быстро смешивать коктейли и улыбаться. Закончила смену с хорошими чаевыми. Сегодня работала за барной стойкой: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению коктейлей. Закончила смену с чувством удовлетворения. Утро началось с подготовки клуба к открытию: расставила бокалы, проверила запасы и навела порядок. Ночью пришлось работать в быстром темпе, но гости остались довольны. Закончила смену с улыбкой, получив хорошие чаевые. Сегодняшняя смена была насыщенной: готовила коктейли по фирменным рецептам, обслуживала гостей и следила за атмосферой в зале. Ночью провела небольшой мастер-класс по приготовлению напитков. Закончила смену с приятной усталостью. Сегодня работала в клубе с вечера: принимала заказы, готовила напитки и общалась с гостями. Ночью было особенно многолюдно, но справилась на отлично. Закончила смену с чувством выполненного долга.

<> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/mirror1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/mirror2.png"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/mirror3.png"> <</if>> A large mirror in a massive wooden frame hanging on the wall. Its surface is slightly worn by time, but still reflects clear images. There is silence around, as if the mirror holds the secrets of those who once looked into it. On the shelf beneath it are several bottles of perfume and combs. The mirror seems to attract the gaze, forcing you to think about yourself and your thoughts. <<if $currentOutfit == 0>> <img src="img/outfits/jeansoutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 1>> <img src="img/outfits/blouseoutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 2>> <img src="img/outfits/waitressoutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 3>> <img src="img/outfits/baristaoutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 4>> <img src="img/outfits/librarianoutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 5>> <img src="img/outfits/bargirloutfit.png" width="720"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 6>> <img src="img/outfits/sportoutfit.png" width="720"> <</if>> Beauty: $beauty Intelligence: $intellect Fitness: $fitnes Promiscuity: $promiscuity My waitress skills: $waitressskill My barista skills: $baristaskill My librarian skills: $librarianskill My bartender skills: $bargirlskill My office skills: $officeskill Rumors about the level of depravity in the library: $librarycorruption <<if $mirrortoday == 0>> <<link "Fix my hair and go back to the hostel">> <<set $mirrortoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $showertoday >= 1 >> <<return "No matter how much I dress up, I won't be any prettier today">> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Mall == 0>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/mall/mall1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/mall/mall1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A huge space with high ceilings, filled with shops, cafes, and kiosks. Bright shop windows beckon passersby, and pleasant background music plays from speakers. In the center is a fountain, around which tired customers sit. On the second floor is a cinema and a food court with aromas from around the world. It's always crowded here: some are rushing to buy things, while others are just hanging out with friends. [[Visit a small takeaway coffee shop|Mall][$Mall to 2]] [[Visit a pawn shop|Mall][$Mall to 7]] <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Work as a promoter|Mall][$Mall to 1; $AP -= 1]] Or <<if $TimeD == 1>> [[Exit the Mall|Morning]] <<elseif $TimeD == 2>> [[Exit the Mall|Afternoon]] <<elseif $TimeD == 3>> [[Exit the Mall|Evening]] <<elseif $TimeD == 4>> [[Exit the Mall|Night]] <</if>> <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... <<return "Return">> <</if>> <<elseif $Mall == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/mall/MallSmallHJob.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/mall/MallSmallHJob1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/mall/MallSmallHJob2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You've been working as a promoter for a while, distributing flyers and promotional offers for stores open in a shopping mall. When you run out of money, you grab a new one and return to your "post," remembering to smile at people and tell them about your deals. The work is exhausting, but it's a steady income. After standing like this for a couple of hours, you realize your shift is over. You've ended up with <<print 30 + $social/2+ $beauty/2>> dollars. There definitely needs to be a better job! <<set $money to $money + $social/2+ $beauty/2 + 30>> [[After collecting the money, you return to the main hall|Mall][$Mall to 0; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Mall == 2>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeShop.jpg" width="720"> A small, grab-and-go coffee shop, very convenient for a shopping center and well-located, offers drinks of various flavors and prices, more suited to stimulating energy than for taste and sophisticated gatherings with friends. Nevertheless, the neat manager and brewista are always happy to pour you a glass or two of your favorite drink, and if there are no other customers, to while away the time with conversation. <<if $money >= 40>> You can <<linkreplace "drink coffee">> <img src="img/mall/CoffeDrink.webp" width="720"> <<set $AP += random(2)>> <<set $money -= 40>> <</linkreplace>> Maybe [[should I wander around the mall some more?|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $money <= 40>> Alas, the cheapest coffee costs $40! [[Leave the coffee shop|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <</if>> <<if $barista == 2>> Maybe I should talk to the manager about the coffee machine? [[Approach the manager|Mall][$Mall to 3]] <</if>> <<if $barista == 3 && $AP >= 1 && $smen >= 0>>>> The manager waves, inviting you to work, reminding you that there are still $smen shifts left. [[Go on shift|Mall][$Mall to 4]] <</if>> <<if $barista == 3 && $smen <= 0>> The manager calls you about your appointment. [[Approach him|Mall][$Mall to 6]] <</if>> <<if $baristaskill >= 20 && $AP >= 1>> You see a sign on the counter that says "experienced baristas wanted." [[Maybe you should work a little?|Mall][$Mall to 5]] <</if>> <<elseif $Mall == 3>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeManager.webp" width="720"> - How can I help you? - the manager asks immediately when you approach the cash register, after waiting for the influx of customers wanting to order coffee. You've been standing there for so long, hesitating to approach us. Do you have some business with us? - To tell you the truth, yes... - You admit with a sigh and explain the current situation, ending with the words: - Basically, I really want to make coffee for people, but at the moment I absolutely can't fulfill this desire... - I see... - thoughtfully He taps his chin a couple of times. Yes, life happens. Finding a coffee machine at a reasonable price is quite a challenge, especially on a tight deadline... But you're lucky. Or I was. Anyway, maybe we can help each other out. - That's great, but... how? - You're asking the manager. - You see, I've been trying to convince the owner of the extension for a while now.We recently made a... bet. We reached an agreement. I'm increasing sales—he's seriously considering expansion," the manager sighs, but then smiles. "Of course, he's unlikely to open a second location, but he'll agree to update all the equipment and product range. In that case, I'll exercise my right of first refusal and take the coffee machine we currently use to make coffee. I'll use it to pay you for your help. Deal? - And how long will you need to maintain high sales? - Let me think... a few days, perhaps. If you agree, I'll contact the owner and we'll begin our "bet." If not, I'll wait for another chance. So what? [[Okay, let's try to help each other out!|Mall][$Mall to 0; $smen to 8; $barista to 3]] [[To be honest, I haven't decided yet, I need some time to think...!|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 4>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeWork.jpg" width="720"> You greet the manager and quickly change into your company uniform in the back room. He brings you up to speed, and you stand at the coffee machine. For the next few hours, you spend almost nonstop making coffee and serving it to customers, earning <<print 40 + $baristaskill>> dollars. <<set $money to $money + $baristaskill + 40>> <<set $smen -= 1>> <<set $baristaskill += 1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> [[After collecting the money, you return to the main hall|Mall][$Mall to 0; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Mall == 5>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeWork.jpg" width="720"> As usual, you change in the back room, leaving your things in the locker, change into your universal barista uniform, and return to man the coffee machine. It's a familiar and routine job, and most importantly, it's moderately profitable. For the next few hours, you spend almost nonstop making coffee and serving it to customers, earning <<print 40 + $baristaskill>> dollars. <<set $money to $money + $baristaskill + 40>> <<set $baristaskill += 1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> [[After collecting the money, you return to the main hall|Mall][$Mall to 0; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Mall == 6>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeManager.webp" width="720"> - Well, that's it, thank you for your help. Without you, we probably wouldn't have managed it, or it would have been much more difficult.- The manager extends his hand, and you shake it happily. - You've fulfilled your end of the deal, fulfilled the agreement, and you're the owner of our little island. My time has come, right? <<linkreplace "Looks like it">> <img src="img/mall/CoffeMach.jpeg" width="720"> - Here's yours. Baby, you know her—of course you do—she spent so much time making coffee. Don't worry, I cleaned her for you and even made a few adjustments. She'll work like a charm. - The manager taps the top lid a couple of times. I took the liberty of arranging the delivery. My bonus for you personally, it was a pleasure working with you. So, if you have the time or desire, you're welcome anytime, come by—there's always work! [[I'll definitely come! Thanks for your concern and the coffee machine!|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<set $barista to 4>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $Mall == 7>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/mall/pawn1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/mall/pawn2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/mall/pawn3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> A decent size A pawn shop whose walls are hung with guitars, and whose shelves are filled with all sorts of antiques and modern appliances. It seems you can find anything here, from trading cards to the latest iPhone, with a little effort and a little diligence, and most importantly, for less than in a store—if you know how to haggle, of course. A middle-aged man stands near the cash register, calmly watching you. He doesn't accuse or suspect you of stealing, you're just the only thing he hasn't seen here yet. <<if $barista == 2>> Maybe we should talk to the manager about the coffee machine? [[Approach the pawnbroker|Mall][$Mall to 8]] <</if>> <<if $barista == 3 && $AP >= 1 && $smen >= 0>> The manager waves, inviting you to work, reminding you that there are still $smen of sucks left. [[Work the coffee machine with your body|Mall][$Mall to 10; $AP -= 1; $SexRand to random(1)]] <</if>> <<if $barista == 3 && $smen <= 0>> The manager calls you regarding your arrangement. [[Approach him|Mall][$Mall to 11]] <</if>> [[Exit the pawn shop|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 8>> <img src="img/mall/Pawn.jpg" width="720"> You approach the man and offer a furtive hello, explaining your situation. He listens attentively, then nods and asks you to wait a bit. After consulting the catalog, he goes into the back room briefly, returning with a large coffee machine. It looks neat and well-maintained, and you can even find the instructions for it. "So, here it is," he says, checking its functionality, constantly referring to the instructions."We have a coffee machine. It needs to be checked and adjusted, of course, but I'm sure everything is fine. At least the logbook doesn't show any notes about malfunctions or other defects, and, you know, we are very meticulous in such matters." "That's great!" you rejoice, smiling, already anticipating the taste of the coffee you'll brew with it. "I hope so," the man nods. After checking the catalog, he continues. -Okay, this baby will cost $500. Shipping is on us, fine. I really loved your story, girl. <<if $money >= 500>> [[Agreed, we have a deal!|Mall][$barista to 4; $money -= 500; $Mall to 0]] [[Ugh... that's a bit pricey, are there any other options?|Mall][$Mall to 9]] <<elseif $money <= 500>> [[Ugh... that's a bit pricey, are there any other options?|Mall][$Mall to 9]] <</if>> [[Actually, I need to think about it... I'll come back for it a little later, okay?|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 9>> <img src="img/mall/Pawn.jpg" width="720"> - Options? You know, that's what money was invented for, so you wouldn't have to look for options, right? " " he sighs irritably, then looks you over with an appraising gaze, as if deciding what you have to offer and what you're good for. <<if $bargirl >=1>> " Okay! I think I've seen you at the bar a few times, right? You work for Nick, right? That's it," he nods to himself. ""Actually, our city isn't particularly big or full of life, at least for people of my circle. I'm not one to go crazy about board games, exercise, and all that, but drinking... Yeah, drinking makes me happy." He smiles, remembering something, his gaze losing focus for a few moments. Then he gathers himself and continues. - So, you missed it, but Nick used to sell a gorgeous set called "Drunken Head." Then he took it away after a while. An unfortunate oversight, if you ask me!- he lightly slaps his palm on the coffee machine.- Here's my word - you make a deal with Nick to return this set - and this coffee maker is yours, what do you say? - Or you know... I look at you, and I just feel like you're one of those weak-kneed ones, right?- he grins greasyly, examining you again. -And your mouth is clearly functional, or am I wrong? I don't think I'm wrong. He shakes his head, dismissing the thought of his own inaccuracy. - We don't do much business here, we have a lot of free time. And the company is all men. Anyway, I won't beat around the bush; you know what I mean – you'll pay with your body. Just don't think one time is enough. I don't think your pussy or mouth are so wonderful that they're worth a whole $500, girl. <</if>> <<if $bargirl >=1>> [[Okay, I'll try to negotiate with Nick|Mall][$Mall to 0; $barista to 3]] <</if>> <<if $promiscuity >= 20>> [[Okay, I'll "keep" you guys company. Just no rudeness!|Mall][$Mall to 0; $barista to 3; $smen to 8]] <</if>> [[These options are each worse than the other, I'd rather save up some money for now|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 10>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/mall/PawnSex.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/mall/PawnSex1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/mall/PawnSex2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/mall/PawnSex3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/mall/PawnSex4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $SexRand == 0>> You approach the pawnshop owner, a man with wispy hair and a perpetual smirk. The shop smells of antiques and cheap cigars. Leaning against the counter, he glances at your slender figure with obvious approval. You've agreed to his terms, so now you approach, knowing what's expected of you. His expression darkens as he nods to the floor behind the counter, inviting you to kneel. You exhale slowly, trying to focus on what you need—the coffee machine on the dusty shelves behind him. You unbutton your shirt., revealing the contours of your firm breasts, and you drop to your knees. The pawnbroker grins and unbuckles his belt. "Go ahead, baby," he rasps, freeing his still-presentable cock. He grabs the back of your head, more roughly than necessary, and guides you toward his waiting member. Your lips move toward his swollen cock, drenched in pheromones and a hint of body odor. His plump hand grips the back of your head tightly, his gnarled fingers burying themselves in your light brown hair as he thrusts forward. His semi-flaccid cock lightly brushes your mouth, salty precum oozing from the tip. "You know what to do, darling," the man growls, squeezing your hand near his bare stomach and pulling your face to his. You wrap your lips around him, hot and pulsing under your tongue. He groans with passion, penetrating deeper, one hand still buried in your curls, the other lazily slapping the counter behind him. You gasp slightly as his short cock throbs in your throat, your fingers instinctively digging into his hips in a futile attempt to control his movement. The man groans with obvious pleasure, his calloused hips moving your mouth back and forth, smearing the stagnant juices of his body across your clenched lips. "So polite," he says hoarsely, sweat glistening on his wrinkled forehead. His free hand finds your bouncing breast, pushing through your blouse as drool drips down your chin. "Such a greedy little foreign student..." Each thrust hits the back of your throat, sending intermittent gulps of stale erection down your esophagus. The bell above the door jingles periodically as passersby pass by, and you kneel on the worn linoleum, obediently deepthroating the damn pervert behind the coffee machine. He plunges your nose deeper into his groin, filling your lungs with decades of accumulated human musk and the musty scent of fabric. "Best deal in town," he rasps, his balls slapping your chin in a filthy, insistent rhythm. He grips your head with brutal firmness, controlling every inch of movement in both directions. As he nears completion, his thrusts become erratic, punctuated by heavy breathing and muffled obscenities. With a guttural rasp, his age-worn loins penetrate deep, and a thick, bitter gout of cum fills your unruly throat. You gasp and wheeze, unwavering under his merciless grip, as he empties his ancient sac directly into your esophagus. The old man's skinny hand grips the back of your head like a vice as his withered body shudders with waves of delayed ejaculation. Viscous strands of cum squirt down your esophagus as he holds you impaled, your nose buried in his pubic hair. Coughing causes tears to stream down your face, leaving wet spots on his sagging thighs. "Damn, you're really worth the deal, girl," he grunts, squeezing the last of his weakening cock. Your throat vibrates insistently beneath his limp shaft, and involuntary, strangled sounds escape. He smirks, amused by your humiliation, and his thick fingers lazily stir the remnants of cum in your hair. [[You could be more polite!|Mall][$Mall to 0; $smen -= 1]] - you remark, wiping your mouth and straightening yourself before crawling out from under the counter. He nods at your words with a smile and spreads his hands, as if to say he can't help himself—it's all his passion at the sight of you. You frown and shake your head, but accept this "explanation." <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> The register bells jingle softly as you push open the pawnshop door. Old Pawnshop John, a sturdy man with a graying beard and kind eyes, stands behind the counter as usual. You smile tightly, stepping forward with professional grace, squeezing under the worn wooden counter. Your slender fingers brush the rough denim covering his thick thighs. John unbuckles his belt with practiced ease, the heavy fabric creaking as he lifts his hips. His cock springs free, already semi-erect, the tip flushed and wet with arousal. Without hesitation, you take it deep, choking slightly at its girth but continuing to suck steadily. The cloying scent of male musk envelops you. Your head bobs methodically, the salty pre-cum lubricating your lips as you try to quickly service this regular. The burly salesman groans softly as your head bobs, his short fingers tangling in your light brown hair. His thick cock twitches rhythmically against the roof of your mouth, pulsating rhythmically from yourRefined caresses. Lubricant and human musk permeate this hidden underground place—the scent of pinup leather and brass light fixtures mingles aromatically with the remnants of your own floral shower gel. You redouble your efforts, your ears filling with rough, lustful breathing, interrupted by the occasional creaking of wood as John shifts in his chair, thick fingers pressing rhythmically against your scalp. As a low, animalistic purr begins in his diaphragm, raw arousal fills the air. The pulse in his hard cock twitches, signaling his growing climax, before hot streams of salty release fill your clenched throat. You swallow obediently, continuing to suck until the spasms subside. When you pull away with a wet pop, you both inhale sharply in the post-climax silence. Cum smears the corners of your painted red lips. John pulls his faded Levi's jeans back onto his softening corkscrew, letting out a contented sigh that smells faintly of last night's coffee and tobacco. He pats your tousled hair with his calloused hands, his voice raspy as rust. "Good girl, I'll tell Larry you stopped by, honey," he says hoarsely, already rummaging through the register for payment. Crisp bills land on your slender thighs, still sticky with his cum. You tuck them into your cleavage with your usual casualness, acutely aware of how quickly you need to run to your next appointment at the cafe. "This is from me personally. For your efforts. Don't take too long, sweetie. I'm sure you still have a lot to do and don't particularly want to waste your time on an old man." He grins, pulling away completely. [[Thanks, John. That's not necessary...|Mall][$Mall to 0; $smen -= 1; $money += 20]]" you say, adjusting your clothes. He simply replies that "I was young once, too," making it clear he won't change his mind. <</if>> <<elseif $Mall == 11>> <img src="img/mall/Pawn.jpg" width="720"> You approach Larry as usual, with whom you agreed, it seems like an eternity ago, to pay for the coffee machine in kind. He smiles at you, winking. He always smiles. "And here's the employee of the month!" he laughs good-naturedly, not trying to belittle you in the least. "Congratulations, my dear, you're just making your last payment, right?" You casually walk past his rumpled suit toward the glass display case. Inside is your prize—a shiny espresso machine your cafe desperately needs. "That's how they pay the workers," you remark. "And all I get is, um, meh." Your mouth full of who knows what every time—you grimace, sticking out your tongue, teasing the man. "Oh, you have a wit too?" Larry grumbles, then bursts into laughter. His laughter echoes off the walls lined with pawned guitars and used jewelry. When he finishes laughing, he opens the case. The espresso machine gleams in the flickering fluorescent light. <<linkreplace "He sets it down on the counter with a heavy thud and pushes it towards you.">> <img src="img/mall/CoffeMach2.jpg">width="720"> "And here's the grand prize," he remarks, stroking the lid of the coffee machine. "Is my little future student happy?" Boris coos, reaching out to squeeze your thigh. "Why don't you give me a blow job before I go?" "How about giving me a blow job?" you mimic him, grimacing. "All you men are the same in this town." You want the same thing. No, not to offer to lick the poor girl! Or something else! Larry's beady eyes look at you, and he lets out a low, husky laugh. He runs a thick hand over the stubble of his chin, considering your words. Then, with unexpected speed, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you forward onto the counter, the cold metal digging into your thighs. "You want this, little coed?" He growls, already unbuckling his belt."Some city girls get paid for sweets. But you..." He grabs your hair and tilts your head back. His other hand slides down your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. Your hips press against the cool counter, and Larry settles between your legs. He roughly runs his calloused hand over your ass, then yanks your panties aside, his thick middle finger unceremoniously plunging into your dry pussy. "That's right," he rasps, adding a second finger and curling them inward. "<<linkreplace "Just lie down and take it">> <img src="img/mall/PawnLarry.webp"> His other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at his flushed face as he slowly pushes his fingers deeper. "There are plenty of kinky girls like you in this town," he rasps, " who want their pussies licked, or better yet, fucked. I bet you like it. I bet you think my greasy cock is heaven." "For your information, you're not the most skilled lover I've ever had in this town!" "I laugh, bending my leg and resting my foot on his shoulder. "You're so... average, but not bad for your age!" Larry's beady eyes gleam with lust and poorly concealed anger at your mockery. He yanks his fingers out of your pussy, a wet squelch filling the air. Without warning, he grabs your leg and pushes it higher onto his shoulder. The force forces you to fall back on your shaking arms, your crotch now completely exposed. "Guess I'll have to try harder to impress, huh? Make this guy feel special?" He falls to his knees with a groan, his hot breath brushing against your inner thigh. The rough stubble on his chin scrapes against your sensitive flesh as he nuzzles your wet pussy. His thick fingers dig into your hips, spreading your labia wide, and his rough tongue slowly glides from your clit to your anus."Fuck, you're so wet," he mutters, breathing hotly. You shudder slightly, a mixture of arousal, anticipation, and the first tiny fireworks of sensation spreading from your lower abdomen throughout your body. His rough tongue darts out, licking circles around your clit as you tug at his hair. His whiskers rub against your most sensitive spots, rough and bristly, the sensation intense and rough. Larry groans softly, and the vibrations send shockwaves through your body. "You've been a good girl, haven't you? So diligent about coming all this time and helping us de-stress," he murmurs into your wet pussy, both hands sliding under your ass, lifting you slightly. He plunges his tongue deep, swirling it inside, then focuses on your swollen clit again, sucking and nibbling in a rapid rhythm. His ardent efforts cause beads of sweat to trickle down your thighs, and the musky air is thick with arousal. The steady rhythm of his slurping sends waves of tingling pleasure through your body. His thick fingers dig into your ass as he licks and sucks relentlessly, lewd, wet sounds filling the pawnshop. You feel yourself getting wetter, your legs trembling as they... rest on his shoulders. Boris pulls back for a moment, his glossy lips parted, his beady eyes glued to yours as he breathes heavily. "There it is, the cream for daddy. Let the old man enjoy you."" Without warning, he dives in again, his rough tongue expertly gliding over your most sensitive spots. One meaty hand slides up to grope your breast through your shirt, while the other, a thick finger, moves back and forth across your anus. The moans he makes, burying his face in your wet pussy, become more primal as you begin to gasp, arching your back against the counter. Your body tenses as Larry sucks and tongue-fucking you with increasing fervor. The coarse hairs of his beard excite your nerve endings, causing a storm of burning pleasure. His fingers dig into you, stretching and thrusting in perfect counterpoint to his aggressive licking. Your gasps and moans increase as he sucks your swollen bud with his nicotine-stained lips. The room spins and sways as orgasm washes over you with wild force. Boris greedily drinks it down, his free hand sliding under your shirt to twist your hardened nipple. The filthy squelch of his thumb in your ass and the obscene slurping of your cunt merge into an all-consuming soundscape of depravity. You're on autopilot now, your hands clutching his coarse hair, your hips bucking shamelessly, pressing against his lustful face, and another shuddering climax rips through you. Larry drinks you down like a thirsty man at a fountain, groaning with every bitter-salty splash of his tongue. His rough thumb presses harder into your ass, spreading it just enough to burn. You squeeze his head between your thighs, and another orgasm shakes your body, your back arching over the cold metal counter. The pawnshop fills with wet, dirty sounds - the gurgling sobs of Larry devouring your pussy, the lustful squelch of his thumb penetratingHe slams his cock into your rectum, hissing in broken sobs escaping your throat. Your hair sticks to your sweat-dampened forehead as you lift your hips, grinding your sensitive clit against his stubbly chin. Larry growls contentedly, licking up every sweet drop as your juices coat his graying mustache. His thick tongue swirls tirelessly around your clit as your legs tremble and shake against his ears. He inhales deeply, your musk filling his lungs as he caresses your wet pussy with perverse devotion. - That's it, little slut. Feed daddy. Fuck my ugly face! "— he breathes into your clit between sucking gusts. With his other hand, he roughly gropes you, fingers pinching and tugging at your aching breast through the thin fabric of your blouse. Your entire body spasms, squeezing the fingers working your ass, and his tongue plunges in and out of your wet slit. The sharp scrape of his teeth over your pulsating clit causes a new explosion of ecstasy in your exhausted body. Larry licks and sucks with lustful enthusiasm, drinking up your juices as they flow over his lips and down his double chin. Your cunt pulsates around his thick, swirling tongue, slick sounds of debauchery echoing throughout the pawnshop. The putrid smell of cheap deodorant and sex mingles with the musky scent of your arousal. "You dirty girl," Larry whispers inaudibly, licking your clit, his broad tongue sliding over the swollen bud. His hand leaves your anus, wiping his slippery fingers on your thigh before returning to his pulsating crotch. "Old men like me can never get enough!" He pulls away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. You continue to lie on the table, breathing heavily after your orgasm, gradually coming to your senses. "I think we're definitely even now, beautiful," Larry says calmly. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, really. Get yourself together and go about your business - I'll check the coffee machine again and order delivery. You'll have everything by tomorrow morning. And... come by sometime, I might even have some work for you." "Larry, you... Ugh!" You exhale, reluctantly getting to your feet and starting to tidy yourself up. After adjusting your clothes, you freeze. "Thank you. I'll definitely stop by sometime." And... you're not average, you're [[better|Mall][$Mall to 0; $batista to 4]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> Character stats <<if $currentOutfit == 0>> <img src="img/outfits/jeansoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 1>> <img src="img/outfits/blouseoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 2>> <img src="img/outfits/waitressoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 3>> <img src="img/outfits/baristaoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 4>> <img src="img/outfits/librarianoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 5>> <img src="img/outfits/bargirloutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 6>> <img src="img/outfits/sportoutfit.png" width="140"> <</if>> I have <<print Math.round($money)>> dollars I can do another $AP activities I have paid for $hostelstay hostel stays <<set $Totalbeauty = $beauty + ($activeBonus.beauty || 0)>> <<set $Totalfitness = $fitness + ($activeBonus.fitnes || 0)>> <<set $Totalintellect = $intellect + ($activeBonus.intellect || 0)>> <<set $Totalsocial = $social + ($activeBonus.social || 0)>> <<set $Totalpromiscuity = $promiscuity + ($activeBonus.promiscuity || 0)>> My athleticism is: $Totalfitnes My intelligence is: $Totalintellect My beauty is: $Totalbeauty My social skills are: $Totalsocial My promiscuity: $Totalpromiscuity $Day days left until the exam <>

<> <<if $Day >= 1>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<if $barista == 0>> <<if $baristaskill >= 12>> <<set $barista to 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/sleep1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/sleep2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/sleep3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/sleep4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A large room with several beds separated by thin screens. Posters and photographs line the walls, and things are scattered on the floor. In the corner is a table with a kettle and microwave. The atmosphere is both chaotic and cozy. Some are sleeping, some are studying, and some are watching TV shows with headphones. A place where everyone tries to find their own little corner of personal space. <<set $waitressjobtoday to random(1, 5)>> <<set $wrandom to random(20, 50)>> <<set $w2random to random(60, 100)>> <<set $lrandom to random(20, 50)>> <<set $l2random to random(60, 120)>> <<set $brandom to random(20, 50)>> <<set $b2random to random(40, 80)>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $AP to 0>> <<set $hostelstay -= 1>> <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<set $TimeD to 1>> <<if $fitnes <= 25>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|Hostel][$AP += 4]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<elseif $fitnes >=26 && $fitnes <= 50>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|Hostel][$AP += 3]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<elseif $fitnes >=51 && $fitnes <= 75>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time [[wake up|Hostel][$AP += 6]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 2>> <<elseif $fitnes >=76>> I slept wonderfully, but now it's time to [[wake up|Hostel][$AP += 7]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 3>> <<set $Parkjog to 3>> <</if>> <<elseif $Day == 0>> [[Time's up!|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 1]] <</if>> <>

<<set $StartPoints to 0>> <<set $Day to 0>> <<set $AP to 0>> <<set $money to 0>> <<set $promiscuitylimit to 0>> <<set $fitnes = 0>> <<set $intellect = 0>> <<set $beauty = 0>> <<set $social = 0>> <<set $promiscuity = 0>> <<set $waitressjobtoday = 1>> <<set $cofe = false>> <<set $read to 0>> <<set $gymp to 0>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $gympT to 0>> <<set $Mall to 0>> <<set $Park to 0>> <<set $Parkrand to 0>> <<set $Parkwalk to 0>> <<set $Parkjog to 0>> <<set $barsex to 0>> <<set $hostelstay to 0>> <<set $hostelrep to 0>> <<set $sleepD to 0>> <<set $cleaner to 0>> <<set $cleanrep to 0>> <<set $showerclean to 0>> <<set $hostelclean to 0>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 0>> <<set $hostelwork to 0>> <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<set $Shrand to 0>> <<set $TimeD to 0>> <<set $continueVisible = true>> <<set $smen to 0>> <<set $result to 0>> <<set $wrandom = 1>> <<set $w2random = 1>> <<set $lrandom = 1>> <<set $l2random = 1>> <<set $brandom = 1>> <<set $b2random = 1>> <<set $SexRand = 0>> <<set $SexRandScene = 0>> <<set $Random = 0>> <<set $RandomScane = 0>> <<set $waitress to 0>> <<set $librarian to 0>> <<set $bargirl to 0>> <<set $loanshark to 0>> <<set $barista to 0>> <<set $handiworkskill to 0>> <<set $officeskill to 0>> <<set $waitressskill to 0>> <<set $baristaskill to 0>> <<set $librarianskill to 0>> <<set $bargirlskill to 0>> <<set $librarycorruption to 0>> <<set $Leonard to 0>> <<set $Leonardsex to 0>> <<set $Rada to 0>> <<set $RadaTalk to 0>> <<set $RadaRelationship to 0>> <<set $RadaT to 0>> <<set $RadaR to 0>> <<set $RadaS to 0>> <<set $RadaS1 to 0>> <<set $RadaHouse to 0>> <<set $PaulaRelationship to 0>> <<set $PaulaT to 0>> <<set $PaulaR to 0>> <<set $CCPaulaR to 0>> <<set $Elizabeth to 0>> <<set $ElizabethD to 0>> <<set $ElizabethT to 0>> <<set $ElizabethP to 0>> <<set $Nick to 0>> <<set $NickRelationship to 0>> <<set $NickS to 0>> <<set $NickSex to 0>> <<set $barsex to 0>> <<set $Jack to 0>> <<set $Alim to 0>> <<set $Jenny to 0>> <<set $JennyT to 0>> <<set $JennyR to 0>> <<set $JennyS to 0>> <<set $JennyS1 to 0>> <<set $drunkhead to 0>> <<set $PSleepEnd to 0>> <<set $DayEnd to 0>> <<set $PromiscuityEnd to 0>> <<set $SupportBuff to 0>> <<set $GoodDayEndBuff to 0>> <<set $BadDayEndBuff to 0>> <<set $PSleepEndBuff to 0>> <<set $PromiscuityEndBuff to 0>> <<set $BarBitchEndBuff to 0>> <<set $LeonardBuff1 to 0>> <<set $LeonardBuff2 to 0>> <<script>> window.secretCode = atob("U3J5RldhaXQ="); <</script>> <<set $result to 0>> <<set $outfits = [ { id: 0, name: "Jeans Outfit", img: "img/outfits/jeansoutfit.png", price: 0, owned: true, description: "Ваша повседневная одежда", bonus: { beauty: 6, social: 4, fitnes: 6 } }, { id: 1, name: "Blouse Outfit", img: "img/outfits/blouseoutfit.png", price: 200, owned: false, description: "Элегантная блузка для формальных встреч", bonus: { beauty: 8, social: 12, promiscuity: 4 } }, { id: 2, name: "Waitress Outfit", img: "img/outfits/waitressoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "Униформа для работы официанткой", bonus: { waitressskill: 10, social: 6, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 3, name: "Barista Outfit", img: "img/outfits/baristaoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "Форма бариста с особым стилем", bonus: { baristaskill: 10, social: 6, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 4, name: "Librarian Outfit", img: "img/outfits/librarianoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "Строгий наряд для работы в библиотеке", bonus: { intellect: 10, librarianskill: 14, social: 4 } }, { id: 5, name: "Bar Girl Outfit", img: "img/outfits/bargirloutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "Смелый наряд для работы в баре", bonus: { bargirlskill: 12, social: 12, promiscuity: 4, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 6, name: "Sport Outfit", img: "img/outfits/sportoutfit.png", price: 200, owned: false, description: "Удобная одежда для тренировок", bonus: { fitnes: 12, beauty: 4, social: 4 } } ]>> <<set $currentOutfit = 0>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[0].bonus>> <<set $updateStats = function() { $Totalbeauty = $beauty + ($activeBonus.beauty || 0); $Totalfitnes = $fitnes + ($activeBonus.fitnes || 0); $Totalintellect = $intellect + ($activeBonus.intellect || 0); $Totalsocial = $social + ($activeBonus.social || 0); $Totalpromiscuity = $promiscuity + ($activeBonus.promiscuity || 0); $Totalwaitressskill = $waitressskill + ($activeBonus.waitressskill || 0); $Totalbaristaskill = $baristaskill + ($activeBonus.baristaskill || 0); $Totallibrarianskill = $librarianskill + ($activeBonus.librarianskill || 0); $Totalbargirlskill = $bargirlskill + ($activeBonus.bargirlskill || 0); }>> <<run $updateStats()>>

<> <img src="img/loanshark/loffice.webp" width="720"> You see a small one-story building standing on the side of the road near a gas station. On the door and windows are numerous signs advertising this place as the office of a loan shark, your loyal friend and good neighbor, who is always ready to lend you money. On credit. [[Go inside|LoansharkOffice]] <<return "Return">> <>

<> <<if $read == 0>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/readroom1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/readroom2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/readroom3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A quiet room with long tables and comfortable chairs. Each table has a lamp with soft light, creating a cozy atmosphere for reading. There are shelves of books on the walls, and in the corner there are several computers for work. The air is filled with the smell of paper and wood. There is an almost sacred silence here, broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft tap of a keyboard. A place where you can fully immerse yourself in the world of knowledge. You go to the reception desk and take your desk number, among other things, you decide to leave a request for the following literature to read: [[Pornography and Erotica|Libroom][$read to 1]] [[Science Fiction|Libroom][$read to 2]] [[Entertainment Fiction|Libroom][$read to 3]] [[Housekeeping Guides|Libroom][$read to 4]] [[Office Work Guides|Libroom][$read to 5]] [[Detailed Description of Cocktails and How to Make Them|Libroom][$read to 6]] [[Home Workout Guide|Libroom][$read to 7]] <<elseif $read == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/read1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/read3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/read2.png" width="720"> <</if>> You sit down at the table and soon the librarian brings you some frivolous books on the topic of your choice. [[Read|Evening][$promiscuity += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 2>> You sit down at the table and soon the librarian brings you some modern textbooks for preparing applicants. [[Read|Evening][$intellect += random (1,2)]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 3>> You sit down at the table and soon the librarian brings you a couple of recent magazines and a newspaper [[Read|Evening][$will += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 4>> You sit down at the table and soon the librarian brings you a whole stack of instructions on cooking, cleaning, and laundry. [[Read|Evening][$waitressskill += random (1,3)]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 5>> Soon the librarian brings you user manuals for Excel and Word, as well as documentation for various office programs. God, why do I need this?! [[Read|Evening][$officeskill += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 6>> The librarian brings you various wine lists and courses for beginner bartenders with detailed descriptions of dosages and methods of mixing cocktails. [[Read|Evening][$bargirlskill += random (1,3)]] <<set $read to 0>> <<elseif $read == 7>> After some time, the table is filled with various literature on muscle training and proper nutrition. [[Read|Evening][$fitnes += 1]] <<set $read to 0>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $loanshark == 0>> <img src="img/loanshark/loffice2.jpg" width="720"> You enter the loan shark's office, but to your surprise you find only empty desks and switched off computers. Apparently, the staff is busy with some business, perhaps working on the road. Walking a little deeper and approaching the reception desk, you see a sign: "We apologize if you see this - a staff member will be with you soon." After standing near the table for about a minute, you realize that the office is not empty - through the cardboard walls you can clearly hear people who are busy with something and discussing something, you can hear fragments of phrases from which you cannot understand what they are talking about. Ultimately, you decide [[Leave, regretting the wasted time|Evening]] [[Try to find someone|LoansharkOffice][$loanshark to 1]] <<elseif $loanshark == 1>> <<set $variable to random(8)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko1.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across a half-open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a young girl thrown over the table, who is being fucked from behind non-stop by a middle-aged man. He does not pay attention to her sobs and moans, plunging his cock into her again and again. You hear ringing slaps and screams and lamentations of the man. - Well, whore, did you think you went to college and became smart? And who will return the money? Did you think that you would pay with your cunt? You probably got into college the same way - through the dean's empty balls! [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko2.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across a half-open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a young girl lying on the floor, her hair disheveled, glasses slipped, and her legs wide apart and raised in the air. While a man in a suit crouches over her. Each time squatting, the man inserts his penis into the girl's ass, causing her to moan. [[Before leaving, you notice that the penis enters the girl quite easily, without causing her discomfort|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko3.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across an open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a young girl and a man. The girl, with her eyes closed and trying not to scream or moan, holds on to the edges of the table with all her might, while the man behind her repeatedly pulls her onto his cock. His movements are methodical and purposeful. Tears flow from the girl's eyes. There are cameras in the corner. [[You quickly leave, hoping that you are not caught on camera|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko5.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair and closing his eyes in bliss. His legs are wide apart, between them on his knees a girl pleases him with her mouth. Her head methodically swings, from time to time swallowing the member deeper. Apparently the secretary went to get cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko5.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair and closing his eyes in bliss. His legs are wide apart, between them on his knees a girl pleases him with her mouth. Her head methodically nods, from time to time swallowing the member deeper. Apparently the secretary went to get cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko6.webp" width="720"> Walking further into the office in search of people, you come across a half-open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see a loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair and closing his eyes in bliss. His legs are wide apart, between them on his knees a girl pleases him with her mouth. Her head bobs methodically, occasionally taking the cock deeper. Apparently the secretary went to get some cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko8.webp" width="720"> Walking further into the office in search of people, you come across a half-open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you see the loan shark. The loan shark is naked, judging by his legs - the rest is not visible because of the monitors separating you. A woman's ass in a short skirt sticks out from under his desk, and the office is filled with wet slurping sounds, rhythmic and peculiar enough for you to confidently say that the girl is being fucked in the throat right now. Deep in the throat. [[Not wanting to be in her place, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko9.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across an open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you find the loan shark and his employee having sex. Both dressed in business suits, they use the table as a support and a substitute bed. The man, located behind, fucks the girl, occasionally making comments, pulling her hair and patting her bare ass. The girl only teases him, responding to his rough actions with moans. The girl's breasts have long since fallen out of the suit and are bouncing merrily. [[Not wanting to be in her place, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> <img src="img/loanshark/loansharko10.webp" width="720"> Going further into the office in search of people, you come across an open door from behind which sounds are coming, deciding to look in you find the loan shark and his employee having sex. Both dressed in business suits, they use the table as a support and a substitute bed. The man behind fucks the girl, occasionally making comments, pulling her hair and patting her bare ass. The girl only teases him, responding to his rough actions with moans. The girl's breasts have long since fallen out of the suit and bounce cheerfully. [[Not wanting to be in her place, you leave|Evening][$loanshark -= 1]], you leave <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $ElizabethD == 1>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/Epunish.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/Epunish1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/Epunish2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/library/Epunish3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You can see how the girl you recently brought is bent in half. Her underwear and panties are down, showing off her naked and already red ass to the whole world. Mrs. Elizabeth methodically and relentlessly strikes blow after blow at the young lady's loins, not listening to her screams, screams and protests. By the concentrated face of your boss and the moving lips, you understand that at the moment she is lecturing on morality, rules of conduct and proper upbringing, which a young lady should be instilled from birth. - But since your parents couldn't handle it, the College will take care of you! She promises menacingly. It raises the tone, which makes the words distinguishable - Now I'm going to dictate the rules of conduct, and I swear I won't let you go until you learn them by heart! Having said the last phrase, your boss begins to monotonously declare the paragraphs of the library Charter and the Rules of Conduct of the College, with her sharp strokes, trying to get the "ward" to repeat. After a while, the girl gives in. Her resistance fades. She stops screaming, stops fighting. Resigned to her fate, she quietly mumbles the rules through her tears, repeating after Elizabeth word for word. Satisfied, Mrs. Elizabeth releases her, orders her to stand in the corner, and commands her to keep reciting the rules over and over. You decide this is the perfect moment to [[get out of here as fast as possible|Evening][$ElizabethD to 0; $money += 100]], making sure to collect your reward of 100 dollars on the way out . <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(-3, 1)>> <<elseif $ElizabethD == 0>> <<if $Elizabeth == 1 && $librarycorruption <= 5>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> You bring the troublemaker you caught straight to Elizabeth. After listening to your report and sizing up the guilty girl, the woman gives you a firm nod. - Leave her here, dear. I’ll have a little talk with her—and make sure she never even *thinks* about causing this kind of disgrace again! - She fixes the cowering girl with a stern look, then turns back to you warmly- You go on ahead. I’ll let accounting know to give you your bonus. Well done! Keep it up! She smiles at you once more before ushering you out the door. You shrug and head back to finish your shift making sure to stop by the office at the end of the day to collect your promised reward. Your bonus comes to 100 dollars [[Собраться и уйти|Evening][$money += 100]] <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(2)>> <<elseif $Elizabeth == 1 && $librarycorruption >= 6>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> You bring the troublemaker you caught straight to Elizabeth. After listening to your report and sizing up the guilty girl, the woman gives you a firm nod. - Leave her here, dear. I’ll have a little talk with her—and make sure she never even *thinks* about causing this kind of disgrace again! - She looks sternly at the cowering girl - And you go, I'll inform the accounting department so that you get a bonus. Well done! Keep it up! After smiling at you once more, she escorts you out the door. <<if $promiscuity >= 20>> After taking a couple of steps away from the door, you hear Elizabeth's stern voice, followed by a resounding slap in the face and a woman's screech. And another blow. And again the screeching, crying and protests. Unable to restrain your curiosity, you return to open the door unnoticed by Mrs. Elizabeth and [[take a peek.|Elizabeth][$ElizabethD to 1]] into her office. <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(2)>> <<elseif $promiscuity <= 19>> At the end of the day, don’t forget to collect your promised bonus, you find it amounts to 100 dollars . <<set $money += 100>> With your shift over, you [[gather your things and leave|Evening][$money += 100]] <<set $ElizabethRelationship += random(2)>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard1.webp" width="720"> He quickly gets rid of his pants, exposing the bottom of his body. Spreading his legs wide, he beckons you with his hand to get down to business. When you awkwardly kneel in front of him, his member is already trembling with impatience, beginning to fill with strength in anticipation. Exhaling before the inevitable, you crawl closer to the member, settling between the man's legs. He helps you pull your hair back, guiding you to the head as he waits for you to [[start|Leonard][$Leonard to 2]] <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 2>> <video width="720" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/cafe/Leonard2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> You gently run your tongue along the shaft, licking the head a couple of times. Your mouth fills with the salty taste of a man's cock, which is already familiar to you. Having overcome the fleeting disgust, quickly getting used to the taste, you take the member a little deeper, wrapping your lips around it and trying to massage it slowly, plunging the head into your warm mouth. Barely shaking your head, occasionally touching the man's stomach with the crown of your head, you begin to suck the cafe owner's member, hoping that this will be enough to [[get a job|Leonard][$Leonard to 3]] <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard3.webp" width="720"> - I'm sure that your wonderful mouth is capable of more, girl,- Leonard says calmly, slightly changing his position on the chair and placing his hand on the back of your head. - Don't be shy about pushing your boundaries, let me help you. With these words, he begins to penetrate deeper into your mouth, inserting his cock more than halfway. The hand on the back of your head doesn't give you the opportunity to run away or let the cock out of your mouth, forcing you to take it a little deeper each time, ignoring your gag reflexes. - See, it's not that bad, right? - He laughs, looking at your confused look, - You almost swallowed him whole, there's only [[a little bit|Leonard][$Leonard to 4]] <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 4>> <video width="720" autoplay muted loop> <source src="img/cafe/Leonard4.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> The man gets up from the chair, at the same time changing his hand on your hair, squeezing it into a ponytail. Using your hair as a lever, he begins to impale your face on his cock, repeatedly penetrating to the very tonsils and beyond. Tears flow from your eyes, your throat burns from the alien invasion, your hair stings from using it to control you, but the worst thing is that your nose repeatedly hits his groin, and your saliva-covered balls knock against his chin. - That's it, girl. Keep it up! - Leonard encourages you, continuing to use your face as a portable heated masturbator. He fucks your throat for about ten minutes, changing the pace and angles, reaching his own orgasm. He clearly doesn't give a damn about you and your feelings. Finally, he pulls out his saliva-covered cock and, lowering it onto your forehead, [[cums with a groan|Leonard][$Leonard to 5]] <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 5>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard5.webp" width="720"> - Phew, you wore the old man out! - He chuckles, squeezing the last drops onto your face before hiding his cock back in his pants and sitting down in his chair. You sit on the floor, covered in his seed and your cheeks burning with shame, not knowing what to do or how to live on. - Don't be dramatic, - Leonard advises - You're not the first to take my cock in your mouth for work - you won't be the last. That's our town. However, it doesn't matter. Now you work for me, and I expect you to stay late after shifts from time to time to please your employer. Now get yourself in order, and get out of here - don't interfere with work. He throws you wet wipes, with which you frantically begin to clean your face. As you finish, fixing your clothes, hair, etc., getting ready to leave, you hear Leonard muttering something under his breath. You're not sure you heard it all, but it's something about you, being a natural-born slut, and his daughter. Having returned the napkins, you quickly leave his office first, and then - like a bullet you leave the[[cafe|Evening][$waitress to 2]]! <<elseif $waitress >= 2 && $Leonard == 6>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> When you enter his office, he tells you to close the door behind you. With a click of the lock, he unzips his pants, exposing his cock. - You already know what to do, so be a sweet girl, and get to your part-time job. As always - you won't be left at a loss, and you'll amuse me too. He gets up, waiting for you to sit down on the chair, he walks around his work place, sitting on the edge of the table opposite you, he habitually puts his hands on your head, guiding it to his cock. Without hesitation, knowing full well that it will be over sooner than he does, you take his now familiar cock into your mouth and start sucking, trying to bring the man to orgasm faster. When you finish, Leonard adjusts his clothes with a satisfied look. Patting you on the cheek in a fatherly way, he hands you 50 dollars before returning to work. <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 1>> [[Adjust clothes and leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $Leonard == 7>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard.jpg"> When you knock timidly before entering the coffee shop owner's office, he looks up at you and a smile spreads across his face - Oh, darling, I'm so glad to see you!- He points to a chair in front of the board, inviting you to sit down, when you settle in Leonard continues, - How are you doing here? Are you happy with everything? Do you like everything? Does anyone offend you? Great, great, I'm glad that such a responsible and disciplined employee like you found a place for yourself in our glorious friendly family, isn't it great? - Of course... - you answer, puzzled. - Of course, of course! - Leonard picks up, getting up from his chair and coming closer to you, sitting on the edge of the table. - Do you know what the most important thing in a family is? No? Trust! Do you agree? - You're probably right... - you agree, not understanding what he's getting at. - Of course you're right, girl. I've lived a long time, and I've seen a lot, I've even done a lot - I'm not proud of everything - he puts his hand on your head, stroking your hair, - but we've gotten distracted. Trust. Tell me, do you trust me? - Yes - you nod carefully, trying not to pay attention to his hand on your head. - Great, - Leonard smiles before burying his hand in your hair and twisting your hair around his fist, lifting you up slightly. - So why the fuck, you, a young slut, didn't come to me with your problem of a leaky cunt and irrepressible interest, huh? You squeal, trying to pull away and break free, but Leonard only squeezes your hair tighter, holding you in one position. With his free hand, he quickly takes off his belt and unzips his pants, exposing his cock. "Don't lie to me that you've never seen a cock before, girl," he squeezes out with disdain. - I pay you money, practically provide for you, and what do I get in return? No gratitude! And I hear rumors that another one of my waitresses has taken the path to the streets! Do you think I don't have enough of a daughter? I'm giving you a choice, girl. You either take the path of correction, allowing me to direct your unbridled lust. Or get the hell out of my coffee shop and never come back. Did you hear me? If so, open your mouth. He looks into your eyes with anger, his cock standing up and trembling with anticipation. What will you do? [[You open your mouth|Leonard][$Leonard to 8]] [[You stubbornly keep your mouth closed|Leonard][$Leonard to 9]] <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $Leonard == 8>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard10.webp" width="720"> Scared and disoriented, afraid of losing any opportunity to earn even a little money, you obediently open your mouth. Not much, but that's enough for Leonard. He pushes his cock between your lips, starting to pound into your mouth. The salty taste of his cock hits your taste buds, and the roughness with which he treats you hits your sense of pride and self-esteem. Continuing to use your mouth as a masturbator, Leonard lets go of your hair, only to throw his belt around the back of your head. - That's it, - he moans approvingly, looking into your confused eyes - Deep and often, just the way I like it. From now on, I expect this from you on a regular basis, girl. Do you understand me? You try to answer, but only wet gurgling sounds come out of your mouth. You try to take another breath, but Leonard doesn't let you, pressing you to his groin with his belt, entering deeper, pressing his cock against the back of your throat and sliding further, causing discomfort. Your mouth fuck lasts about ten minutes, but it seems like an eternity to you. When Leonard finishes, he shakes his whole body and groans, pressing your face harder to his groin, cumming straight into your throat. You feel how hot, viscous sperm flows down your throat further, trying to get into your stomach. - That's it, - the man says contentedly, taking his cock out of your mouth with a splash and hiding it in his pants. - Continue working here, but don't forget to pay attention to me from time to time. For extra pay. And yes, one more thing - if I find out even once more that you have an itch between your legs not from yourself, but from someone else - you will regret it. Got me? - Yes... - you answer heavily, clearing your throat. - Yes "what"? - he sits down at his desk, satisfied. - Yes, sir, I understand everything... - you repeat humiliatingly, and receive as a reward a pack of wet wipes, which Leonard throws at your feet. Having tidied yourself up and, if possible, removed the traces of such an obvious intrusion, you leave the office, and then the coffee shop itself. [[You have completely lost the desire to work today|Evening][$Leonard to 6]] <<set $waitress to 2>> <<set $AP -= 4>> <<elseif $waitress == 1 && $Leonard == 9>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard.jpg"> - Very good, - Leonard exhales through his flared nostrils, letting go of your hair and tucking his cock into his pants. - Perhaps I was wrong about you. Time will tell. I will respect your choice. He returns to the table, hiding something in an envelope, and then throws the package at you. - Here is your severance pay. You are no longer working here. And do not show up on the doorstep of my establishment, or you will regret it! - Having said this, he returns to work, completely ignoring the fact of your existence. You carefully take the envelope, wipe away your tears, fix your hair and carefully leave his office, trying to be as far away from this place as possible. Stepping outside, you unfold the envelope to find $200. <<set $money += 200>> <<set $AP -= 2>> [[Continue Your Day|Evening]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $hostelwork >= 3>> <<set $hostelwork to 0>> <<set $hostelstay +=1>> <</if>> <<set $prevPassageHostel to passage()>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel3.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel4.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/hostel5.png" width="720"> <</if>> The hostel where you're staying is a haven for students and young fortune seekers who, like you, have come to the city in hopes of a better life. The hostel is always bustling with activity, especially the common area, gym, and showers, which are always lined up. [[Look in the mirror|Mirror]] [[Go to the shower|Shower]] [[Visit the gym|Gym][$gympT to 0]] [[Visit the common area|Lounge][$gympT to 0]] [[Pay for the hostel|HostelLord]] [[Change clothes|Wardrobe]] <<if $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 1 && $hostelclean == 1>> <<linkreplace "Spend time and clean everything here">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/hostelclean.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/hostelclean1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You pick up your cleaning supplies and spend time and effort tidying up the lobby. Just a little more and the night's stay will be paid for! <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $beauty -= 1>> <<set $cleanrep += 1>> <<set $hostelwork += 1>> <<set $hostelclean -= 1>> <<if $promiscuity >= 15>> While you're cleaning, one of the tenants offers to help you in exchange for... a small favor. Nothing serious, just helping him "relax" and "relieve stress." He assures you that you'll save time, and he'll save money. [[Refuse and finish the cleaning yourself|Hostel]] [[Agree to his offer|HostelSex][$SexRand to random(3); $SexRandScene to random(5)]] <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $cleaner >= 1 && $AP <= 0 && $hostelclean == 1>> I don't even have the strength to lift a mop, let alone do a proper cleaning! <<elseif $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 0 && $hostelclean <= 0>> I already cleaned the hallway today! <</if>> <<if $TimeD == 4 && $hostelstay >= 1>> [[Go to Sleep|Sleep][$TimeD to 0]] <<elseif $TimeD <= 3 && $hostelstay >= 0>> It's too early to go to bed! <<elseif $TimeD >= 0 && $hostelstay == 0>> I haven't paid for any overnight stays! <</if>> <<if $TimeD ==1>> [[Go outside|Morning]] <<else>> <<link "Go outside">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $bargirl == 0 && $Nick == 0>> <img src="img/bar/Nick.png" width="720"> The bartender pauses mid-shake at the sound of your question. He nods, finishes mixing the drink, pours it into a glass, and keeps working as he answers. - Look, I’m always short on hands here, especially skilled ones, - as he speaks, a customer pays him. He tucks the cash away and turns his full attention to you. - Here’s the deal: night shifts are definitely too much for you right now, so… come by in the evening instead. You’ll either cover for me or work alongside me, doesn’t matter which. The job’s pretty straightforward: make drinks, smile at guests, chat with them now and then, keep track of the alcohol inventory, and of course, clean up. Pay’s average for this town, but tips are all yours. And let’s get one thing straight—I get it. You’re still learning, you won’t know everything, and that’s fine. I’ll overlook your mistakes… for now. But you won’t see a paycheck until you actually start getting the hang of things. If that works for you, come tomorrow, an hour before opening. I’ll show you where everything is and get you up to speed. [[- Alright, I’ll keep that in mind and I’ll try to come as often as I can|Night][$bargirl to 1; $Nick to 1]] <</if>> <<if $Nick == 1>> <img src="img/bar/Nick.png" width="720"> You walk up to Nick and greet him Look, I’m always short on hands here, especially skilled ones, - as he speaks, a customer pays him. He tucks the cash away and turns his full attention to you. - Here’s the deal: night shifts are definitely too much for you right now, so… come by in the evening instead. You’ll either cover for me or work alongside me, doesn’t matter which. The job’s pretty straightforward: make drinks, smile at guests, chat with them now and then, keep track of the alcohol inventory, and of course, clean up. Pay’s average for this town, but tips are all yours. And let’s get one thing straight—I get it. You’re still learning, you won’t know everything, and that’s fine. I’ll overlook your mistakes… for now. But you won’t see a paycheck until you actually start getting the hang of things. If that works for you, come tomorrow, an hour before opening. I’ll show you where everything is and get you up to speed. <</if>> <<if $bargirl == 1 && $barista == 3>> You walk up to Nick and greet him, sliding onto the stool across the bar. After exchanging a few casual words, you get down to business explaining everything that happened at the café. You mention your desire to make coffee, the espresso machine you found at the pawnshop, and “The Drunken Head,” the drink Larry asked you to recreate. - Oh, Larry. Yeah, he’s one of my regulars, been coming here forever. I remember how bummed he was when I took his favorite drink off the menu - Nick sighs. - So… this is his little scheme to get it back, huh? - Something like that, - you nod at his words. - So… will you help me? I’d love to! Especially if it didn’t cost me anything! - Nick smiles, spreading his hands, - but here’s the thing: when I first put that set together, I was just a rookie, brand new to this business. Long story short, I totally screwed up the cost calculations. By the time I realized it, I’d already lost a chunk of money, so I pulled the set off the menu. That’s why it felt so insanely cheap and became so damn popular. It brought in the crowd, alright, but it was bleeding my wallet dry. - So… there’s nothing we can do? - You ask, already running through options in your head and bracing for disappointment. - What if we brought the set back with adjustments? - We both know it wouldn’t be the same,, - Nick says, shrugging. - But alright, I’m willing to meet you halfway. Just don’t expect me to carry you. Here’s the deal: I’ll bring the set back if you agree to work at a reduced rate. You’ll earn less, and I’ll use the difference to break even on the costs. That way, you get your coffee machine, and maybe later we’ll figure out something else together. Deal? If you’re in, I’ll even be the one to tell Larry. He’s here most evenings anyway. [[Alright, let’s do it your way|Bar][$barista to 4; $drunkhead to 1]] [[I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I’ll think it over and look into other options|Bar]] <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink3.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You generally have a good evening, making a few casual acquaintances with other bar patrons. You mostly spend the evening in random company, chatting about random topics in casual conversation and drinking alcohol in moderation. When the buzz hits your head a little after a few hours, you realize that <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> [[Time to go|Night][$social += random (1,2)]] <<set $money -= 100>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> [[Time to go|Night][$social += random (1,2)]] <<set $money -= 100>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> [[Time to go|Night][$social += random (1,2)]] <<set $money -= 100>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> [[Time to go|Night][$social += random (1,2)]] <<set $money -= 100>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> [[You overdid it with alcohol|Barsex][$social -= random (1,2)]] <<set $money += 50>> <<set $barsex to 1>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink3.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You're generally having a good evening, making a few casual acquaintances with other bar patrons. You spend most of the evening in a random group, chatting about random topics in casual conversation and drinking moderately. When the buzz hits your head a little after a few hours, you realize that you've been purposefully getting drunk all this time. In the end, you <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> [[Pull yourself together and leave|Night][$social += random (0,2)]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> [[Pull yourself together and leave|Night][$social += random (0,2)]] <<set $money -= 100>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> [[Realize that you are not in control of yourself|Barsex][$social -= random (1,2)]] <<set $money += 50>> <<set $barsex to 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> [[You realize you're not in control of yourself|Barsex][$social -= random (1,2)]] <<set $money += 50>> <<set $barsex to 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> [[You realize you're not in control of yourself|Barsex][$social -= random (1,2)]] <<set $money += 50>> <<set $barsex to 1>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $JennyS1 == 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You quietly crack the door open just enough to get a better, more comfortable view of your friend. Meanwhile, Jenny is kneeling before a guy who looks familiar, you’re certain you’ve seen him around the hostel before. Her clothes are rumpled or partly missing, revealing the elegant lines of her body and her firm, small tits. You catch yourself licking your dry lips. You quietly, trying not to make any noise, slightly open the door to be able to spy on your friend a little more comfortably. Your friend's head doesn't stand still. She boldly sits on the guy's erect penis. This is clearly not the first time she has done this - the cock easily penetrates her, slipping further, from time to time completely disappearing from view, only to return later and smear a little saliva and preculate on Jenny's chin. - glurk, blurg, mghlurk - these are the sounds a girl makes as she greedily sucks a dick. She looks up at the guy from time to time to meet his gaze and smile without taking his cock out of her mouth. Her hands can't find a place for themselves - he constantly changes their position - sometimes hugging the guy's legs or playing with his testicles, then putting them on his lap like a diligent girl, or even touching herself at times. In the end, the guy moans loudly, bending his legs with his back and cracking a little, grabbing Jenny's head and impaling her on his cock so that her nose is buried in his pubis. The girl does not resist, you can tell by her throat that she is actively swallowing at the moment. - Now close the door if you want to continue, cowboy! I don't remember if I closed it myself... - she commands, after the cock leaves her mouth with a sucking sound, a viscous thin thread stretches to Jenny's lips. The guy grunts, but pulls up his pants and… You decide not to tempt fate, preferring [[to secretly and unnoticeably|Hostel][$JennyS to 1; $JennyS1 to 0; $promiscuity += 2]] get away rather than find out what will happen next. <</if>> <<if $JennyR == 0 && $JennyS1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyS.webp" width="720"> You’re looking for Jenny just to exchange a few words, but as you approach the spot where other hostel residents last saw her, you hear strange, muffled sounds like someone shuffling around in wet slippers. You step closer and carefully peek through the cracked door, then instantly jerk back, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle any sound and keep Jenny from realizing you’re there. Your cheeks flush, though you’re not sure whether it’s from shame or excitement. After a brief, losing battle with yourself, you give in—and make the terrible, irresistible choice - [[just a quick glance, you tell yourself. Just a peek from the corner of your eye|Jenny][$JennyS1 to 1]] <<elseif $JennyR >= 1 && $JennyS1 == 0>> <<if $JennyT == 0>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Hiiii! What can I help you with, friend? - Jenny flashes you a warm smile, immediately turning her full attention to you. - Got something specific on your mind, or just here for a chat? <<if $AP >= 2>> [[Just here for a chat, to be honest|Jenny][$JennyT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Yeah, I’m curious about some specific things|Jenny][$JennyT to 2; $AP -= 2]] <<return "Sorry, I’m a bit tired, let’s talk another time" >> <<elseif $AP == 1>> [[Just here for a chat, to be honest|Jenny][$JennyT to 1; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Sorry, I’m a bit tired, let’s talk another time" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Sorry, I’m a bit tired, let’s talk another time" >> <</if>> <<elseif $JennyT == 1>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<set $variable to random(9)>> <<if $variable == 0>> - Did you know that - Jenny says, chewing on an apple. - if you exercise—like running, lifting weights, stuff like that—and generally keep yourself in better shape, you start noticing over time that sleep actually feels more restful? For example, after a good night’s sleep in the hostel, I’ve got enough energy to last me all day! And that’s without coffee! - [[Good to know that|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> - Я вчера снова ходила в то кафе. Боже, повезло же Раде с папашей, да? - она листает тетрадку, сидя на пуфике. - Пока я с ней болтала, он вылез из своего кабинета, наорал на неё и отправил бедняжку работать. А как он смотрел на меня! Я думала, он слюной захлебнется. Впрочем, не знаю его это заслуга или Рады - но кофе у них вкусный, и бодрит отлично! - [[Good to know that|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> - If you're looking for a job, Rade and her dad could always use some help at their café, - Jenny notices, sitting with you at the table. - But the conditions there… let’s just say they’re not great. And Leonard will occasionally hit on you, too. Then again, that’s not a downside for everyone. I’ve heard he even pays extra… to the “loyal” staff. - [[I hope he pays in actual money |Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> - This semester, they’ve separated the library from the College. Can you believe it? - Out of nowhere, Jenny starts the conversation - something with internal politics. They’ve put Mrs. Elizabeth in charge: she used to head the disciplinary committee. I heard all the fraternities and sororities have declared war on her. Wonder how that’s going to turn out… - [[Nothing good ever comes of it|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> - The library always needs help unlike that café. And they take just about anyone, can you believe it? - Jenny files another nail - Although the work there is insanely boring. On the bright side, some of the serious students manage to squeeze in reading the admission-required books. You know, kill two birds with one stone. Interested? - [[Maybe|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> - Have you been to the reading room? I was shocked. They made it free, and on top of that, opened access to erotic literature! - Jenny leans in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper - You can go in and read absolutely anything for free now. Seriously, I requested a modern illustrated Kama Sutra at the front desk and they actually brought it to me! - [[I hope they’ve got other books too|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> - Have you seen that hottie Nick, the one who opened the bar on Sixth Street? So sexy! And his drinks aren’t too pricey either. It’s super popular! Jenny’s eyes practically sparkle as she talks about the bar and Nick - He’s supposedly looking for help. What about you—would you be interested? Although… when I spoke to him, he did say he won’t pay beginners. But hey, you could always brush up on your skills in the library first, right? - [[At least the tips will be yours|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> - My friend and I once borrowed money from a loan shark, - Jenny admits - I paid off my share on time, but my friend… let’s just say she had to ‘work off’ her debt for a whole week. She doesn’t like talking about it, but between her constantly scraped knees and the rumors going around… I’m pretty sure her workplace was exclusively under that loan shark’s—and his staff’s—desks. - [[I wouldn’t want to borrow from him|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> - Damn Jack, the owner of this hostel, is ripping us off! - Jenny complains, - But it’s still the most convenient and affordable housing for students around. Still… so expensive! Though I’ve heard he offers special terms to some people in exchange for… special favors. But hey! You didn’t hear that from me! - [[Now that’s useful information!|Jenny][$intellect += 1;$JennyT to 0; $Jack to 2]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 9>> - If you can’t afford the hostel, you sleep in the park. It’s a lousy spot, honestly and there’s a real risk of getting assaulted or worse… but sometimes you don’t have a choice, - Jenny shuffles the few bills left in her wallet. - Anyway, when you get really drunk at the bar, you usually don’t have the strength to make it back to the hostel anyway… Just be careful, alright? I don’t want you ending up in trouble. Things have been quiet so far, but once the admissions process kicks in… - [[Good to know that|Jenny][$intellect += 1; $JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <<elseif $JennyT == 2>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> And what would you like to talk about?- she asks more attentively. <<if $JennyS == 0>> [[Why is there so little open in this town, and basically nothing to do?|Jenny][$JennyT to 3]] [[ I feel like I’ve fallen into some kind of endless loop. There’s no end to the work!|Jenny][$JennyT to 4]] [[ What kind of jobs are even available in this city?|Jenny][$JennyT to 5]] [[How do my skills and knowledge actually affect what I can get?|Jenny][$JennyT to 6]] [[What on earth is going on with the library?|Jenny][$JennyT to 7]] [[Are there any better jobs or more interesting things to do around here?|Jenny][$JennyT to 8]] [[And is there any other housing in town?|Jenny][$JennyT to 9]] <<elseif $JennyS == 1>> [[ Why is there so little open in this town, and basically nothing to do?|Jenny][$JennyT to 3]] [[ I feel like I’ve fallen into some kind of endless loop. There’s no end to the work!|Jenny][$JennyT to 4]] [[ What kind of jobs are even available in this city?|Jenny][$JennyT to 5]] [[How do my skills and knowledge actually affect what I can get?|Jenny][$JennyT to 6]] [[What on earth is going on with the library?|Jenny][$JennyT to 7]] [[Are there any better jobs or more interesting things to do around here?|Jenny][$JennyT to 8]] [[And is there any other housing in town?|Jenny][$JennyT to 9]] [[ I... I saw you. How did you suck and... Sorry|Jenny][$JennyT to 10]] <</if>> <<elseif $JennyT == 3>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - As you’ve probably noticed, we’re not in a big city. Honestly, this whole place is basically a college town—everything here is built around students, for students. That’s why there aren’t that many things to do - Jenny says with a sigh- And, to be frank, it’s also the off-season. Hang in there a bit longer, soon there’ll be way more going on [[Ok...|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif $JennyT == 4>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Just like everyone else, sweetie!- she smiles, winking- What can you do? Work, study, sleep. It’s a cycle. Try hitting up bars and other spots to have a little fun! [[If only there were time, energy, and money for that...|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif$JennyT == 5>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Didn’t we already talk about this? Let me think…- she pauses, mentally running through the options - The café needs waitresses, but the conditions there aren’t great… The library could use help too. It’s comfortable, but things are a bit tense lately. And Jack, the bar owner,’s always complaining about staff shortages [[Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif $JennyT == 6>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Are u serious? Isn’t it obvious? - She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, launching into an explanation - Your looks and social skills? That’s the easiest way to earn a bit more cash and make a strong impression. Your intelligence and knowledge? Well, obviously you’ll need those to pass the entrance exam at the end of summer—and some jobs actually require clear thinking and attention to detail. What’s left? Your athleticism? Honestly, it’ll mostly help you stay out of trouble—and you know the saying: a healthy body, a healthy mind! Don’t get it? Sleep better, rest deeper. Simple. [[Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif $JennyT == 7>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Oh, don’t worry about it- she waves her hand dismissively - Mrs. Elizabeth used to head the College’s disciplinary committee. Lots of people couldn’t stand her. So now every student group’s declared war on her, trying to get her completely discredited with the administration. They’re pulling out all the stops. Basically, the students are trying to take down the strict old teacher, and she’s fighting back, trying to keep order and prove she’s still got it. [[Yeah… clearly they’ve got way too much free time…|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif $JennyT == 8>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - They exist, but… not for you, sweetie- Jenny sighs, glancing around - This town’s got a bit of a… closed-off scene. It’s all about ‘the right people.’ Keep mingling, and eventually someone will vouch for you, introduce you around, and once you’ve got the right connections, better jobs and new opportunities will follow. But right now? Nobody’s ready to trust you yet. Just hang in there, darling. [[Мда, жаль|Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <<elseif $JennyT == 9>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - It’s both yes and no- Jenny says, settling onto the couch across from you- The hostel is the standard when it comes to price and quality—and the balance between them. Plus, there are certain… opportunities here. With time, you’ll find other places to lay your head. Some girls even prefer meeting people at the bar—so they can… well, you know. But that’s total luck of the draw! And whatever you do, don’t sleep on the streets or in random places. She hesitates, studying you like she’s weighing something in her mind. Then she sighs, rolls her eyes, and throws her hands up in exasperation. - Fiiiiine!- she gives in - Go talk to Jack. Just say he offers… discounts. He’ll get it. And hey! This didn’t come from me! [[I’ll remember that|Jenny][$JennyT to 0; $Jack to 2]] <<elseif $JennyT == 10>> <<set $variable1 to random(5)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 3>> <img src="img/misc/intro8.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - Well, yeah…so what?- Jenny blinks, utterly unfazed by her own actions - Did you really think I was some innocent bookworm?- She bursts into cheerful laughter- - If so, you were dead wrong. And what’s with all the curiosity? You wanna talk about it or… have a little fun? [[I… You… We… No… Sorry, not right now |Jenny][$JennyT to 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/npark.png"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/npark1.png"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/npark2.png"> <</if>> There's obviously nothing to do in the park at night. What were you thinking coming here? The only thing that catches your attention is a lonely bench, which is probably the worst and most dangerous way to spend the night. [[Go to sleep in the park|PSleep]] <<return "Return from the park">> <>

<> <<if $barsex == 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/bartsex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/bartsex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/bartsex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/bartsex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/bartsex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You don't remember the moment when the man you spent time with drags you into the toilet. You don't remember the moment when he takes off your clothes and his own pants. As if waking up from a dream, you open the moment and feel how you, like a sex doll, are fucked in the toilet, among the stalls and other toilet furniture. Incoherent protests, moans and groans fly out of your mouth. The man constantly moves you around the cramped stall, using the sink, tank or toilet as a universal platform for sex with you. You don't know how long this lasts. At some point, the man groans as he shoots a load of cum inside you. The next thing you know, you're sitting on the toilet and the man is zipping up his pants, cleaning himself up. Before he leaves, he hands you $50. When you've more or less recovered, the bar staff escort you out of the establishment, and you stumble to a nearby park bench, [[where you fall asleep |PSleep]] <<set $barsex to 0>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Day >= 1>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<if $barista == 0>> <<if $baristaskill >= 12>> <<set $barista to 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $sleepD >= 6>> <<set $variable1 to random(4)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep.jpg"> Despite warnings and the obvious dangers of sleeping in public places, you They stubbornly continued to ignore warnings time and again in pursuit of profit. Ultimately, this backfired. Taking advantage of your fatigue and vulnerable state, a group of men grabbed you and, without giving you time to recover, twisted your arms and shoved you into a parked car. [[Still think housing costs are unnecessary?|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 1]] <<elseif $variable1 >= 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/PSleep.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/PSleep1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/PSleep2.png" width="720"> <</if>> You can barely fit on the hard surface of the bench, But your general fatigue and the impossibility of finding another place to sleep in your current state take their toll—you fall asleep with difficulty, fortunately it's summer and you're not at risk of hypothermia. Nevertheless, sleeping in the fresh air is damn uncomfortable and brings almost no rest. <<set $waitressjobtoday to random(1, 5)>> <<set $wrandom to random(10, 80)>> <<set $w2random to random(60, 100)>> <<set $lrandom to random(40, 80)>> <<set $l2random to random(60, 120)>> <<set $brandom to random(20, 160)>> <<set $b2random to random(100, 350)>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $AP to 0>> <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<if $fitnes <= 25>> Your whole body aches after such a dream. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 2]] <<set $gymp1 to 0>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=26 && $fitnes <= 50>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 3]] <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=51 && $fitnes <= 75>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 4]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 2>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=76>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 5]] <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 3>> <<set $Parkjog to 3>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $sleepD <= 5>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/PSleep.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/PSleep1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/PSleep2.png" width="720"> <</if>> You can barely fit on the hard surface of the bench, but your general fatigue and the impossibility of finding another place to sleep in your current state take their toll – with difficulty, you fall asleep, fortunately it's summer and you're not at risk of hypothermia. However, sleeping outdoors is damn uncomfortable and brings little rest. <<set $waitressjobtoday to random(1, 5)>> <<set $wrandom to random(-20, 50)>> <<set $w2random to random(60, 100)>> <<set $lrandom to random(20, 60)>> <<set $l2random to random(60, 120)>> <<set $brandom to random(0, 100)>> <<set $b2random to random(100, 350)>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $AP to 0>> <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<if $fitnes <= 25>> Your whole body aches after such a dream. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 2]] <<set $gymp1 to 0>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=26 && $fitnes <= 50>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 3]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=51 && $fitnes <= 75>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 4]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 2>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $fitnes >=76>> Your whole body aches after such a sleep. With the first rays of the sun, you [[wake up|Morning][$AP += 5]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 3>> <<set $Parkjog to 3>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $sleepD += 0>> <<elseif $variable >= 1>> <<set $sleepD += 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $Day <= 0>> [[Time's up!|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 1]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Jack >= 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Jack.png" width="720"> You find Jack, the hostel owner, in his tiny room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes locked on his laptop screen, deep in calculations weighing the hostel’s profits against a long list of expenses. Noticing you at the door, he looks up from his work with a faint frown and asks, slightly irritated: - Right… forgot your name…what do you need? -I’d like to talk about payment... - A week costs 700 dollars, three nights will run you300 долларов, and if you’re really short on cash, a single night is 150 dollars, that’s for emergencies or folks in a real bind. <<if $money >= 700>> I’d like to<<link "pay for a week">> <<set $hostelstay += 7>> <<set $money -= 700>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> I’d like to<<link "book three days">> <<set $hostelstay += 3>> <<set $money -= 300>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> I’d like to<<link "stay for one night">> <<set $hostelstay += 1>> <<set $money -= 120>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $money >= 300>> I’d like to<<link "book three days">> <<set $hostelstay += 3>> <<set $money -= 300>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> I’d like to<<link "stay for one night ">> <<set $hostelstay += 1>> <<set $money -= 120>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $money >= 150>> I’d like to<<link "stay for one night ">> <<set $hostelstay += 1>> <<set $money -= 120>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <</if>> <<return "Sorry, I’ll think about it a bit more for now">> <<if $Jack == 2>> I’d like to<<link "Jenny let it slip about work...">> <<set $Jack to 3>> <<goto "HostelLord">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $Jack == 3>> - I see… - He sighs, glancing back at his laptop, and falls silent for a moment. - It’s tough work not exactly glamorous. You’ll be cleaning the hostel. You’ll find all the supplies in the storage closet. I hope I don’t need to teach you how to clean; I’m assuming you know the basics. Other than that, it’s straightforward: honest work for honest pay. Three cleanings get you one night’s stay. Do more, get more—it’s that simple. Jenny will inspect your work and log everything, so no need to come to me about it again, alright? I’d like to<<link "Alright, thank you! I’ll do my best!">> <<set $Jack to 4>> <<set $cleaner to 1>> <<goto "HostelLord">> <</link>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/gym/training1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/gym/training2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/gym/training3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/gym/training4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/gym/training5.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> I spend several hours training with a trainer, which should definitely give <<link "good results">> <<set $gymp -= 1>> <<set $fitnes += random(1, 3)>> <<set $gymp1 -= 1>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>>Great for invigorating and getting the blood flowing! <>

<> <<if $PSleepEnd == 1>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep1.webp"> Deciding to while away the time on the road, one of your captors suggested "testing the fresh meat." Everyone supported the idea. As a result, the car stopped periodically throughout the journey so the driver could change, and the newly released driver would join the general fun and line up for the "testing." You, however, were the main attraction – laid out on the bottom of the truck, held in strong male hands, you took their cocks one after another in a circle. At one point, you even began to think your captors were simply spinning in circles... But then you stopped caring – you lost [[consciousness|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 2]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 2>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep2.webp"> You woke up naked and tied up in the basement. Your fears, doubts, and uncertainty didn't last long – soon your new masters came down to you. They explained to you clearly that you were dumb, useless meat, fit for only one thing - to serve. You protested - you were educated. You promised that they would come for you, that they would save you - you were tied up and educated again. When, after several days, you begged and tried to negotiate, you were [[taken to another room|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 3]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 3>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep3.webp"> There, still tied up, they began re-educating you again, but the teachers had changed. In truth, the teachers changed constantly. Very soon, you stopped trying to remember their faces. Men came and went, but one thing remained constant: you were the constant center of their attention. Every hole in you was filled with a cock, tirelessly seeking pleasure in your warmth and tightness. And you began to give it, [[resigned|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 4]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 4>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep4.webp"> Seeing your change, they untied you. Their approach to you changed. Now they began to teach you without using force, stimulating your desire more and more often with pleasure or praise. By constantly telling you that you were a champion, that you were the one, that you had found your calling in praising cocks and serving, they had imperceptibly planted the seeds of change in your mind. You especially liked it when they "affectionately" described the warmth of your mouth and the tightness of your lips, the depth and tightness of your throat when you sucked their cocks. And when they petted you... Yes, you really enjoyed being [[praised and petted|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 5]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 5>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep5.jpg"> It's unclear how long your training lasted - days and weeks merged into one long something, defying counting and analysis. But everything has its end. Eventually, your training ended too. You became an obedient, helpful, and skillful girl. The perfect slave. The perfect pet. Your debut was a sensation – many people liked you, leaving only a good impression, demonstrating your newly acquired skills... As a result, you didn't stay long at your training facility after your debut, and very soon you were [[bought out|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 6]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 6>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep6.gif"> Your new life after being bought is a story in itself, and perhaps someday you'll tell it to someone. You've been to many places, met many people. You've had a ton of owners, but... you still haven't found a permanent home. Eventually, without becoming anyone's favorite, you were passed around and used for money. So you became a working [[slave|PSleepEnd][$PSleepEnd to 7]] <<elseif $PSleepEnd == 7>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep7.webp"> And so, after several years of active use, you find yourself in a lousy brothel for the most... poor clients. You, like the other girls working there, are tightly bound and secured to cheap beds in a row in a cramped space. Clients pay a ticket, go down, and choose the girl they like. And then? The client is free to do whatever he wants—and no one can stop him. Neither the owners, who factor the risk of the "hole" accidentally being destroyed into the coupon price, nor you yourself—tied up and lying in a row. After another use, your neighbor turns to you and quietly asks: "Is this what you [[wanted|start][$PSleepEnd to 8]] from your life?" <<set $PSleepEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower5.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/hostel/Shower6.webp"> <</if>> Trying to escape your troubles, even if just for ten minutes, you lose yourself in the shower, cleansing both body and mind. Warm streams of water cascade over your bare skin, tracing the contours of your figure and flowing down your legs to form a gentle pool at your feet before swirling away down the drain. Pause for a moment, you’re beautiful! <<if $promiscuity <= 5 && $Shrand >= 0>> <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 6 && $Shrand == 0>> <<link "Continue the day ">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 6 && $promiscuity <= 10 && $Shrand <= 2 >> Somehow, a thought naturally comes to you: [[Maybe… it’s time to relieve some stress…|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 1]] <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 6 && $promiscuity <= 10 && $Shrand >= 3>> <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 6 && $promiscuity <= 15 && $Shrand <= 3>> You notice someone left a suction-cup dildo in the shower stall, and it sparks an idea... br/> [[Use it|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 2]] <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 6 && $promiscuity <= 15 && $Shrand >= 4>> <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 15 && $Shrand == 0 >> <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 15 && $Shrand == 1 >> Somehow, a thought naturally comes to you: [[Maybe… it’s time to relieve some stress…|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 1]] <<link "Continue the day">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 15 && $Shrand == 2 >> You notice someone left a suction-cup dildo in the shower stall, and it sparks an idea... [[Use it|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 2]] <<link "Продолжить день">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 15 && $Shrand == 3>> You’re calmly washing yourself, lost in thought, when you hear someone else enter the showers. It’s a girl. She gives you a sweet smile, greets you, and steps into the empty stall nearby. A moment later, you hear the sound of running water. After a while, she pulls you out of your thoughts again. This time by peeking into your stall and asking directly: -I know this is a bit… awkward, but… could you help me out? Could you scrub my back? I know it sounds kind of… weird, but still? I won’t forget it, bestie! After a moment’s thought, you reply. [[-Alright, I’ll help you with that|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 3]] <<link "- Sorry, but no… I’m really in a hurry and just about done.">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $promiscuity >= 15 && $Shrand == 4>> You’re calmly washing yourself, lost in thought, when you hear someone else enter the showers. It’s a guy! You’d been warned this might happen, but actually facing it like this… feels strangely unsettling. He completely ignores you, picks an empty stall, and starts showering. You hear the sound of another stream of water flowing. After taking a breath to steady your nerves, you carefully return to what you were doing - Hey, gorgeous! - The guy’s voice bounces off the tiles, making you jump. br>- How about we help each other out and get just a little cleaner? After a moment’s thought, you reply. [[-Alright, I’ll help you with that|ShowerSex][$Showersex to 4]] <<link "- Sorry, but no… I’m in a rush and just about done">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $prevPassageHostelLounge to passage()>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/hostellounge.jpg" width="720"> <<elseif $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/hostellounge1.jpg" width="720"> <<elseif $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/hostellounge2.png" width="720"> <<elseif $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/hostellounge3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> The hostel's common area is accessible to all residents. It offers plenty of space to break up into groups without disturbing each other—whether you want to study, chat, or engage in more active activities. For the hostel, this is a place for exchanging information and bringing residents together, and it's almost never empty. [[Chat with Jenny|Jenny][$JennyR to random(0, 10)]] <<if $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 1 && $hostelloungeclean == 1>> <<linkreplace "Spend time cleaning here">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/hostelloungeclean.jpg"> <<elseif $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/hostelloungeclean1.webp"> <</if>> You pick up the cleaning You're putting in the time and effort to tidy up the lounge area. Just a little more and the night's stay will be paid for! <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $beauty -= 1>> <<set $cleanrep += 1>> <<set $hostelwork += 1>> <<set $hostelclean -= 1>> <<if $promiscuity >= 15>> While you're cleaning, one of the tenants offers to help you in exchange for... a small favor. Nothing serious—just helping him "relax" and "relieve stress." He assures you that you're saving time, and he's saving money. [[Refuse and finish the cleaning yourself|Hostel]] [[Agree to his offer|HostelSex][$SexRand to random(3); $SexRandScene to random(5)]] <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> I don't even have the strength to lift a mop, let alone do a proper cleaning! <</if>> [[Return to hostel|Hostel]] <>

<> <<if $Showersex == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Showermast.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Showermast1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Showermast2.webp"> <</if>> At first, your hands brush against those particular spots completely by accident, of course, just lathering them with soap. But then, strangely stirring thoughts slip into your mind, lingering, settling in, taking root. As you rinse off the foam, you notice with surprise that your nipples are stiff like peaks—even though it’s not cold under the shower at all. And those streams of water… Unable to bear the tension any longer, you grab the showerhead and adjust the water pressure and temperature. After quickly double-checking that you’re alone in the stall, you close your eyes, bite your lip, and gently press the showerhead against your clit. The rush of sensation is so intense your knees nearly give out… You barely manage to steady yourself by gripping the door. Once you’ve found your balance, you settle into a rhythm: slow, careful movements at first, then gradually bolder. You lose yourself completely, no longer noticing your surroundings, trusting that no one can see you. With growing confidence, you experiment—changing the water pressure, the angle, even alternating between hot and cool streams—until the pleasure builds and crashes over you in a powerful orgasm. You sit on the shower stall floor, content and satisfied. The orgasm has left you energized, your thoughts clearer, your mood lifted. But was it…<<link "a good decision?">> <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 2>> <<set $hostelrep += 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $Showersex == 2>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/ShowerDildo.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/ShowerDildo1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/ShowerDildo2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/ShowerDildo3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/ShowerDildo4.webp"> <</if>> Looking around, you realize that there is no one there. That you're in the showers alone with this one-eyed snake of temptation. Depraved thoughts enter your head, you haven't had normal sex for too long... Still, deciding to give in to temptation, you grab a dildo and attach it to the wet surface of the shower. Drops of water fall on the silicone surface, trickling down it, ah... If only it were a real dick! After looking around once more, and making sure that you are alone, you gently apply a little soap to the dildo, smearing it on the surface with your hand. The bumps of the silicone veins of the artificial penis become warmer under your fingers, and your hand begins to slide much easier. Imagining that you're turning on a real dick now, you get carried away with the process. Your other hand, which had been holding the door, slides to the hollow between your legs, spreading your labia, which are already wet from your own juice. The finger slips... then another one. You spend about a minute masturbating with a dildo and warming yourself up. After making sure that you are wet and slimy enough, you carefully turn around and, holding on to the door and taps with your hands, slightly bending your back, carefully place your pussy on the penis. As you enter, your legs tremble and your breath catches. You do it slowly, enjoying every moment of the feeling of stretching. Finally, when you reach the base, touching the tile with your butts, you exhale. After moving a couple of times, settling more comfortably on the penis and stretching yourself a little more strongly, you begin to move. At first, your movements are measured and precise, but over time you accelerate. You impale the dildo over and over again, increasing the tempo and playing with the angles. Every now and then moans come out of your mouth, which you cover with your hand, afraid of being discovered, but unable to stop. You re-glue the dildo several times and change positions, eventually ending up with a crazy rhythm. When an orgasm brings you the long-awaited relief, you slowly pull away, pressing your forehead against the shower tile and breathing heavily. It was just something! What debauchery! What a vulgarity! What a risk! You berate yourself for being reckless, secretly starting <<link "be proud">> of your courage <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 2>> <<set $hostelrep += 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $Showersex == 3>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Showergirl.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Showergirl1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Showergirl2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/Showergirl3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Showergirl4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Showedgirl5.webp"> <</if>> She gives you another apologetic smile, then steps into your stall and suddenly making the space feel a little cramped. Clearly unbothered, and probably used to this sort of thing, she calmly squeezes some shower gel onto a sponge and hands it to you. Turning her back to you, she steps under the water stream. You shrug and take the sponge, starting to lather her up just as she asked focusing carefully on her back. Your hands glide over her curves, deliberately avoiding anything too intimate, but even so, you can’t help noticing: she has an absolutely perfect body. When she’s thoroughly rinsed off, it’s your turn. You turn around, offering her your back, your face tilted into the warm stream of water, eyes closed. You feel the comforting heat of the shower and the soft glide of her hands along your sides. She isn’t as careful as you were—unbothered, even—easily letting the sponge drift over your breasts and hips. You start to object when her soapy hand slips between your legs, but she cuts you off with a quiet, matter-of-fact remark: “You’ve got to be clean everywhere.” You find no reply, your resistance melting away. Secretly, you’re enjoying her light, teasing touches: your cheeks flush slightly, and you feel a quiet thrill building low in your belly. You hope she doesn’t notice… But then her hand lingers over your mound longer than necessary. And unlike before, it doesn’t move on. Instead, she presses gently against your entrance, dragging the sponge slowly up and down along your slit, and whispers in your ear: "So, sweetheart… shall we get you really clean?" You want to object, but she turns you around, presses you to the tile and kisses you on the lips. Unexpectedly, you respond to the kiss. At first, hesitantly, timidly, but more and more boldly as your excitement flares up, and the girl's hand continues its "washing" movements on your pussy. Tongues intertwine, breasts press against each other, slightly pressing in. You can feel her nipples pressing against yours. The way she moves her body, teasing with casual touches, the way she skillfully spreads your lips with her fingers and penetrates deeper, not forgetting to pay attention to your clit A moan escapes your lips, and you tremble, unable to control yourself. Wanting to give her back at least some of the pleasure you got, you find her clitoris with your fingers, starting to give pleasure to her already. This is how you spend your time pleasing each other. Your bodies are entwined, moaning in unison. You change poses and games - at some point, changing pollen to your tongues, starting to kiss not only your upper lips, the washcloth has been lying on the floor for a long time - without talking, you decided that nothing better than your tongues would clean the folds and not give proper attention to your clits. As a result, you give each other a powerful orgasm, kissing goodbye and promising to someday <<link "repeat">> this little mischief… <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 2>> <<set $hostelrep += 3>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <<elseif $Showersex == 4>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Showerguy5.webp"> <</if>> Without another word, he turns off his shower and, bare feet slapping against the wet tiles, steps into your stall blocking the exit with his body and pressing you between him and the tiled wall. -Let’s not pretend to be shy, okay? We both know why we’re here. - he says confidently, winking at you as he squeezes a dollop of soap into his palm. In the next moment, he begins spreading it over your bodystarting with your collarbones and ribs, tracing your waist, then, quite “accidentally,” brushing over your breasts and your backside. You want to protest, to be indignant, but the guy comes closer, pressing his whole body against you and enclosing your lips in a long kiss. While you're trying to catch the heart that's rushing out of your chest, he confidently continues to explore your body, now focusing on what's between your legs. A moan escapes your lips when his soapy fingers penetrate you without any problems. Pushing your walls and personal boundaries at the same time. He whispers tenderness in your ear, biting your earlobe and kissing your neck, working tirelessly with his fingers inside you, adding another one... pressing the base of the palm on the clitoris... You melt into his arms, while simultaneously feeling his size and desire against your ass with your buttocks. When you're almost ready to cum, he stops his pressure to turn you around and bend you down a little. Standing behind you so as to press your face and chest just a little into the surface of the wall, he gently and gently penetrates you with his penis. At first, he begins his movements slowly and gently, enjoying your warmth and density, he begins. You moan, and he kisses your neck. You get used to it, he enjoys it. When you both get comfortable, he picks up the pace, moving his hands to your waist. Now he's thrusting into you with force, now pressing your body to the surface, then pulling you over his cock like a nozzle, holding your waist tightly with his hands. You change positions… He turns you around, then lets you stay on top for a while, but because of the closeness of the showers and the intimacy of the situation, you often find yourself pressed against one surface or another, and he is behind you. You reach orgasm almost simultaneously. You're shaking on his cock, which causes your walls to contract, "milking" your partner. Yielding to the moment, he cums inside you - filling your insides with sperm, pleasantly spreading waves of warmth in the lower abdomen. Catching your breath, you both come back to your senses. You help each other freshen up, sharing a quiet, tender kiss goodbye and a promise to <<link "repeat">> this experience someday. Not necessarily in the shower. <<set $showertoday += 1>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $AP += 2>> <<set $hostelrep += 3>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<goto $prevPassageHostel>> <</link>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Park == 0>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/park.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/park1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/park2.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/park/park3.jpg"> <</if>> A city park located near your neighborhood, used by locals for entertainment and recreation, and by the College as an additional sports field. Well-kept flower beds and comfortable benches under the treetops lift your spirits and provide an opportunity to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, while jogging paths pass through more wooded and secluded corners. <<if $AP >= 1>> <<if $Parkwalk >= 1>> [[Walk in the Park|Park][$Park to 1; $Parkrand to random(4)]] <<else>> You've already walked around the park today! <</if>> [[Sit on a Bench|Park][$Park to 2; $Parkrand to random(4)]] <<if $Parkjog >= 1>> [[Go for a Run|Park][$Park to 3; $Parkrand to random(4)]] <<link "Return to town">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <<else>> You've run enough today, you need to give your body a rest! <<link "Return to town">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> You're too tired to take action. [[Sit on a bench|Park][$Park to 2; $Parkrand to random(5)]] <</if>> <<elseif $Park == 1>> <<if $Parkrand == 0>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk1.jpg"> <</if>> Walking through the park you met a squirrel. Or a squirrel met you. It depends on how you look at it. You were walking along a path, enjoying the silence and a small piece of nature, and it was carrying an acorn or some other nut in its paws. Carried away by this, it did not notice how it ran across your path. You were scared and gasped. The squirrel was horrified - throwing the nut away with its paws, it flew up the nearest tree like a bullet, already from a safe distance watching you and your actions. You tried to prove that you were not dangerous, but the animal did not believe you... In the end, you had no choice but to leave the place of the unexpected meeting - fortunately, you were noble enough not to steal the nut left by the squirrel [[nut|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkwalk -= 1; $fitnes += random(1) ; $beauty += random(2)]] <<elseif $Parkrand == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk3.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk4.jpg"> <</if>> While you were aimlessly wandering along the green carpet, you came across several dogs. The dogs were barking mischievously, wagging their tails and running after each other. Enjoying the open spaces and the opportunity to frolic to your heart's content. You spent time chatting with dog owners, discussing the weather and other little things, and most importantly - their pets. It all ended with you being offered to throw a ball and pet good boys and girls. [[You did not refuse|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkwalk -= 1; $fitnes += random(1) ; $social += random(2)]] <<elseif $Parkrand == 2>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk5.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk6.jpg"> <</if>> You simply and without fuss walk through the park, moving your feet at your own pace and looking at the trees, bushes, flowers and lawn, and only occasionally - at the people you meet along the way. It's wonderful to at least sometimes distance yourself from the bustle of the city and give yourself time to be [[alone with yourself|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkwalk -= 1; $fitnes += random(1) ; $AP += random(2)]] <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk11.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk12.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk13.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk14.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/park/parkwalk15.webp"> <</if>> When you moved a little away from the central roads, turning onto one of the wooded paths, you hoped to meet a squirrel, a chipmunk or to be alone with nature, immersing yourself even more in its atmosphere. However, going deeper you heard strange sounds, not quite fitting into the sounds of the forest, but not blocking it either. Behind the singing of birds and the noise of the wind in the foliage, you could not make out and identify the nature and source of the sounds, so when through the gap in the bushes you saw a couple having sex - it was a shock for you. Not finding a more secluded place, or having problems finding it, the couple got further away from people, relying on the bushes. However, at the moment they were in the midst of copulation. The girl, bending her back and leaning against a tree, using it as a support, took the guy's cock from behind, covering her mouth with her hand and trying not to make any noise. The guy who had settled down behind her was also holding back - this was evident from his movements, how he stopped the amplitude of the thrusts and their speed, trying not to "slap" in order to remain as unnoticed as possible, although this reduced the pleasure. However, apparently not very much - they were both already breathing heavily, and their skin looked reddened, telling you that they had been doing this for some time. Having wisely decided that you personally would not want to be caught at such a moment, you decide to quietly leave [[leaving the couple to enjoy each other|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkwalk -= 1; $fitnes += random(1) ; $promiscuity += random(2)]] <</if>> <<elseif $Park == 2>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax2.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax3.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax.jpg"> <</if>> Having found a bench that suits your purposes, you happily settle down on it, giving your muscles a rest. Blissful relaxation allows you to not only get a small share of pleasure, but also gives you a break to put your thoughts in order. Using spontaneous rest, you re-evaluate your strength and plans for the rest of the day, thinking about what else you can do today and what places to visit. [[It's a pity that you can't slow down time|Park][$Park to 0; ; $AP += random(2)]] <<elseif $Park == 3>> <<if $Parkrand >= 1>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkrun.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkrun1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/parkrun2.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/park/parkrun3.jpg"> <</if>> You decide to spend time usefully, by engaging in your own training more thoroughly. The easiest and most accessible way is running. That's why you are here. To run, and to become better. You start running along busy paths, over time very quickly moving away and turning onto more wooded and less popular paths, where there are almost no passers-by, and you can focus on running. You run as long as you have strength, trying to pick up the pace to distribute the load, but also not to lose all your strength prematurely. In the end, you finish your run, satisfied with [[result|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkjog -= 1; $fitnes += random(2) ; $beauty += random(1)]] <<elseif $Parkrand == 0>> <<set $variable to random(9)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/park/parkrun4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/park/parkrun5.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/park/parkrun6.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/park/parkrun7.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/park/parkrun8.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/park/parkrun9.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/park/parkrun10.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/park/parkrun11.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> <img src="img/park/parkrun12.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 9>> <img src="img/park/parkrun13.webp"> <</if>> You decide to spend your time usefully, by doing your own training more thoroughly. The easiest and most accessible way is running. That's why you are here. To run, and to become better. You start running along busy paths, over time very quickly moving away and turning onto more wooded and less popular paths, where there are almost no passers-by, and you can focus on running. However, you soon realize that not everyone thinks the same way as you. Running near some thickets, you first hear a sound, and then catch a glimpse of a couple having sex in, essentially, a public place in full view of everyone! You speed up to distance yourself and forget what you saw - you have a completely different goal! And even though your impromptu workout wasn't that productive, you still achieved some [[results|Park][$Park to 0; $Parkjog -= 1; $fitnes += random(1) ; $beauty += random(1); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $RadaR == 0 && $RadaS1 == 1>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/CafeRadaSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/CafeRadaSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/CafeRadaSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/CafeRadaSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Rada bites her bottom lip, her gaze glassy, but a subtle smile plays at the corners of her lips—as if she's enjoying not only the moment, but also the fact that she's doing it here, right under her father's nose. You hear Rada groan softly, her voice strained, but with a hint of defiance. "Yes... like this, damn it," she whispers, her fingers digging into the upholstery of the ottoman. The guy leans closer, his breath louder, hotter, and he mumbles something unintelligible in her ear. Rada responds with a short, sharp laugh, and her hips thrust forward to meet his movements. Tension hangs in the air—not just passion, but also risk, as if every sound could attract attention at any moment. You press yourself against the cool wall, your heart pounding in your chest, your throat dry with surprise. Rada arches her back, her fingers gripping the fabric of the ottoman so tightly that her knuckles whiten even in the dim light. Her boyfriend, his temples damp with sweat, quickens his rhythm, and the sound of skin on skin becomes louder, wetter. He hoarsely whispers, "You like it rough, right?"—and Rada, instead of answering, lets out a short, stifled moan, full of challenge and triumph. You freeze, trying to blend into the shadows against the wall, when suddenly the door at the far end of the hallway creaks. They both shudder but don't stop—the guy's movements only become more frantic, and Rada presses her hand to her mouth, muffling her own sounds. Her eyes, glassy with pleasure, now dart to the door, and excitement flares in them—as if she's hoping it will be her father who enters. The guy, without breaking eye contact, casts an anxious glance over his shoulder, his fingers digging into her hips even harder. Rada exhales in a stifled laugh, her voice muffled by her hand, but still full of boldness: "If this is daddy... let him admire what his daughter can do..." The guy abruptly presses her to him, silencing her, his movements becoming even faster, almost desperate. You see the muscles in his back tense under his thin T-shirt, and beads of sweat roll down his neck. The air in the utility room feels thick, heavy, saturated with the scent of their bodies, dust, and something sharp and animalistic. The door creaks again—perhaps it was just a draft. However, the moment of anxiety has already done its job: the guy seems to be losing control, his breathing breaking into hoarse, ragged gasps. Rada arches even further, her nails digging into the fabric of the ottoman, and she throws her head back forcefully, exposing her neck. You notice her lips stretch into a silent, triumphant smirk—she's clearly enjoying this game of edge. The guy suddenly freezes, his body tenses in a final, crushing thrust, and with a muffled groan, he presses himself against her, his whole body trembling. Rada leans forward, her shoulders shaking, and a quiet, strangled cry escapes her throat, which she immediately stifles by biting her lip. For a few seconds, they stand motionless, locked in one breath, breathing heavily in time with each other. Then the guy slowly pulls away, his hands still shaking as he runs his palm down her back. Rada straightens up, catching her breath with difficulty, her skirt slowly slipping back into place. You decide not to tempt fate, preferring [[secretly and discreetly|Cafe][$RadaS to 1; $RadaS1 to 0; $promiscuity += 2]] get away, not wanting to explain why you were peeking. <<elseif $RadaR == 0 && $RadaS1 == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> You try to find Rada to chat. Unable to find her in the dining room, you go inside the cafe, eventually bumping into her in one of the utility rooms used for staff breaks. She's there with her boyfriend, leaning against some ottoman or chair, standing with her skirt hiked up, slightly bent over. The guy has positioned himself behind her, intently fucking her. They don't see you because you immediately hide, trying not to disturb the moment. The dimly lit utility room smells of dust, old wood, and the faint scent of sex. Rada stands, her palms resting on the ottoman, her legs shaking slightly with each thrust. Her boyfriend, a strong man with tattoos on his forearms, holds her hips, moving rhythmically and almost silently,[[except for Rada's heavy breathing|Rada][$RadaS1 to 1]] <<elseif $RadaR >= 1 && $RadaS1 == 0>> <<if $RadaT == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> - Oh, what people! Was there no room among our hens today, or did she get rich and come to...Drink that disgusting slop we serve instead of coffee? - Rada leafs through her notebook with a bored look - Are we going to discuss the weather or gossip about specific people? <<if $RadaTalk >= 1>> <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Just decided to keep you company in hopes of getting a free coffee|Rada][$RadaT to 1]] [[Oh my God, Rada! Are you gossiping about me too?!|Rada][$RadaT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Sorry, I'm a bit tired, let's do it another time" >> <<elseif $AP == 1>> [[Just to chat, to be honest|Rada][$RadaT to 1; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Sorry, I'm a bit tired, let's do it another time" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Sorry, I'm a bit tired, let's do it another time" >> <</if>> <<else>> You've already spoken with Rada today. You see that she's busy with work and her own affairs; she clearly has no time for you. <<return "The world doesn't revolve around me, I'll come tomorrow" >> <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> You and Rada chat for a while, if you can call it a conversation—she responds monosyllabically to your remarks, continuing to poke around in her notebook with her pencil, occasionally adding a more detailed phrase. She seems uninterested, but her value system places more value on tolerating you than on working, so she continues the conversation. She shamelessly uses you as a shield from her responsibilities and work, even giving detailed answers a couple of times and once initiating a new topic on her own initiative. It all ends when her enraged father comes out into the common room and, after yelling at her and threatening her with punishment, forces her to return to work. Grinding a disgruntled face at his back, she returns to work, not forgetting to thank you for your time. She even gives you a brief smile at the end [[or is that what you're imagining?|Cafe][$social += 1; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> You spend some time chatting. Rada, despite her character and words, still makes you coffee without asking. You also note that the coffee she makes is much tastier than what you can usually buy there. You talk about everything under the sun, mixing news, gossip, and keeping each other informed. For a while, Rada manages to ignore the visitors, but eventually Leonard yells at her, and she grimaces, leaving you alone and returning to work. After finishing your coffee and resting, you return to your normal [[life|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $AP +=2; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> "So what would you like to talk about?" she asks more carefully. <<if $RadaS == 0>> [[Sooooo... what's up with your dad?|Rada][$RadaT to 3]] [[Why is your dad... such an asshole?|Rada][$RadaT to 4]] [[So... um... why are you acting like a bitch?|Rada][$RadaT to 5]] [[Do you have a boyfriend? |Rada][$RadaT to 6]] [[What can you tell me about the library?|Rada][$RadaT to 7]] [[What can you tell me about the guys from the Hostel?|Rada][$RadaT to 8]] [[What can you tell me about the library staff?|Rada][$RadaT to 9]] [[What about Nick and his bar?|Rada][$RadaT to 10]] <<elseif $RadaS == 1>> [[Sooo... what's up with your dad?|Rada][$RadaT to 3]] [[Why is your dad... such an asshole?|Rada][$RadaT to 4]] [[So... um... why are you acting like a bitch?|Rada][$RadaT to 5]] [[Do you have a boyfriend? |Rada][$RadaT to 6]] [[What can you tell me about the library?|Rada][$RadaT to 7]] [[What can you tell me about the guys from the Hostel?|Rada][$RadaT to 8]] [[What can you tell me about the library staff?|Rada][$RadaT to 9]] [[What about Nick and his bar?|Rada][$RadaT to 10]] [[I saw you with your boyfriend... Do you have to do it here?|Rada][$RadaT to 11]] [[Listen, you always look so beautiful... could you help me with this, teach me, or at least show me the basics?|Rada][$RadaT to 12]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - And that shouldn't bother you, dear," she finishes the conversation with a soft smile, turning away and deciding to do other things instead of talking to you. [[Okay...|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> - What's there? He's my father, I'm his daughter. That I am beautiful- My mom deserves credit, not his! - She takes a rag and starts wiping down the coffee mugs like some bartender. - Well, what did you want to know? Why is he such an asshole? Where's my mommy? Why am I such a bitch? God, baby, I like you, but this is just too dumb a conversation, you know? You talk about everything under the sun, mixing news with gossip and informing each other. For a while, Rada manages to ignore the customers, but eventually Leonard yells at her, and she, grimacing, leaves you alone, returning to work. - I guess you're right! - You're a little embarrassed by her obvious reluctance to develop this [[topic|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - No more of an asshole than everyone else in this town, country, or world. - she shrugs distantly. And hey, you can't complain - at least he doesn't just surf the internet or harass young women, he also provides jobs. You know what I mean? He's a socially responsible citizen, economically involved in the life of the local community. In the end, he ALWAYS gives you a way out, if you know what I mean. [[- Damn brilliant excuse, though, Rada!|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> It's not the most pleasant topic of conversation, you know? - she sighs, picking up a rag to keep her hands occupied, and begins wiping down the coffee mugs - When my mother left him... Anyway, I don't really want to get into it... You know the Oedipus complex? A psychology student I know explained to me that he has something similar, only the other way around. He projects his desires and stuff onto me. Something like that. Basically, he sees me as a potential partner, but he's not a complete bastard—he understands that it's... wrong. That's why he pursues young women. Something like that. If he had the dough, he'd have the "daughter" of his dreams, but fortunately, he doesn't have the money. Or unfortunately—it depends on how you look at it. - It's somehow... Thanks for telling me. I [[appreciate it|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <</if>> <<elseif$RadaT == 5>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - Because fuck you, darling. I'll never explain myself to that visiting cunt again! - She snaps back, and you, not expecting such a rebuff, are confused, causing Rada to laugh, changing the tone of the conversation. - God, don't be so serious! I behave the way I like, and if you have a problem with that, just don't talk to me. No one is dragging you into personal conversations! You want to say something about this, you even open your mouth to object and explain that this is a childish position, but Rada just gives you the middle finger, [[moving away from you|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship -=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> Because it's fun! - She leans in slightly, lowering her voice - I'm sick of this prudishness, you know? All this pretentiousness, insincerity, equivocation. Take the local girls who work here, for example - most of them sooner or later suck my dad's dick. I say to them, "Hi, cocksucker!" and she? She gets offended! God! Damn hypocrite! Although it's obvious she sucked him - otherwise she would have quit eventually - I know that for sure. She falls silent for a moment, lost in thought, her hands busy with monotonous work. Then she suddenly returns to the conversation. "I have no problem with anyone sleeping with my dad or anyone else, you know?" - she sits at the counter, resting her hands on the wood and resting her head on them. "It just irritates me that whores get offended by being called whores. Although, personally, I wouldn't respect someone less for their choices or stupid decisions. Well, it all depends on the choice." - You understand that this is... repulsive? - I don't give a shit - she shrugs - It's better to be disappointed in someone right away than later, when they start to mean anything to you. Her confession makes me [[think|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=2; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 6>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - Some people in town think I don't have a boyfriend, but rather a waiting list. - Rada snorts - I've even seen questions on social media like, "Where can I sign up for a waiting list or get a ticket to have sex with the cafe owner's daughter?" Funny, huh? [[- Not really|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> - Despite the rumors, yes, I have a boyfriend. And we're dating For over a year now, and yes, he's the only one for me. - She looks at you with distrust, raising an eyebrow. - Have you heard too many rumors? It happens. Maybe I'll introduce you someday. Maybe. My boyfriend, by the way, is incredibly irritated by my behavior. When I become especially unbearable, he puts me on his lap and spanks me with his huge hand until I admit my mistakes. She bites her lip and blushes a little, clearly remembering a couple of moments of "education." - And I never admit I'm wrong right away! - She winks at you. - And even more often, I fight back, bite and call down thunder and lightning on his head. But yes, I love him, if that's important to you. information. - You could have limited yourself to just [[the last sentence... |Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 7>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - The library? Hah! -Rada grins and grimaces before continuing - There's some kind of war going on there right now. And I don't really know how the conflict is going, my advice to you is to try to stay away from it if you want to go to College. Just... don't get distracted by it. And in College itself... Let's just say fraternities and sororities give you a lot, but they demand a lot, you know? [[- God... don't you have anything better to do here?|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> - Let's skip the history of the conflict, okay? It's a long story... - Rada sighs, then sits down opposite you and begins to tell. - Mrs. Elizabeth... Anyway, she got one student expelled. The fraternities and sororities weren't happy about that - they almost got her fired in the end. Now she's the head of the College library... As far as I know, two courses of action are being seriously discussed. Either the fraternities go on the offensive, and they'll either succeed in discrediting it before the start of the school year, or it will survive and the summer "attack" will end in nothing. As a result, at the beginning of the semester, the associations will recruit new members, and the war will continue. - To listen to you, it's like there's a whole war going on here! - That's right. It's all about influence, resentment, and... money. - Rada stands up, making it clear that the conversation is over. - The cat has nothing better to do than lick his balls, and you... - You don't finish the sentence, shaking your head, trying to wrap your head around the new [[information|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 8>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> - Briefly? Let me think about it. - she thinks for a moment, playfully tapping her fingers on her chin. - Jenny, in general, is an exemplary girl - always ready to help and give advice, and if she really likes you - well... She knows how to be naughty. Jack, the owner of the Hostel, is too busy with his business and rarely leaves the Hostel. Collected, focused, and a little reserved. Eric also lives at the Hostel... He's wild and knows how to relax, it's fun to talk to him, but... he's not the kind of guy you should get involved with for long, you know? Besides, I'm worried about his methods of making money... - [I'll have [in view!]|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaT == 9>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> - About the Library? - Rada puts a towel over her shoulder - Mrs. Elizabeth is a tyrant, a sadist, and a traditionalist, if you know what I mean. Sometimes it seems like she should have been born about two hundred years ago, when punishments were commonplace in schools and all that. But she has her strengths, too, and that should be acknowledged. For example, she takes care of "her own," never abandoning them. Rada pauses, drying her hands. - Paulina also deserves attention in the library. - The towel changes shoulders - She's either Elizabeth's secretary, or assistant, or closest minion—I haven't really delved into their relationship—I don't really care, you know? Surprisingly, Paulina is a rather lively and sociable girl who manages to balance things out. Moreover, she's the unofficial liaison between the Brotherhoods and Elizabeth. She's also a nerd and a cosplayer! - [[You rarely speak positively of anyone...|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaT == 10>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> - Nick? Nick's funny - Rada sighs - True, he still can't decide on the format of his bar - he's a bit tossed around in different directions, but that's a small thing. And as far as I know, he doesn't have a girlfriend. And the bar itself... Well, sometimes it's cool, but other days it's a real dump. However, it's probably one of the most popular places in the city. Especially in the evenings. [[- Oh yeah, I noticed|Cafe][$RadaT to 0]] <<elseif $RadaT == 11>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - Well, next time I'll come to you and ask you to let me out "off her shift and got us a hotel room, okay?" - She waits for your answer, her eyes boring into yours with a slight smile. - But... I don't have the money for that, and besides, I don't think I... <<if $waitress >= 2>> - What, don't you think? I noticed," she says, the smile fading from her face. - I didn't think that someone who occasionally sucks my father's dick would lecture me. - I... um... [[sorry...|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship -=2; RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<else>> - What are you "Don't you think so? I noticed," she says, the smile fading from her face. - I... um... [[sorry...|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship -=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> - So, you want to join? Maybe someday... - she yawns, stretching - What else are we supposed to do? I'm stuck here all day, and he's busy with work or things. We don't have much time to spend together, you know? Besides, I don't have any great girlfriends or friends who could rent or lend us a place to stay together. hours... - Yeah, I understand perfectly well, of course, but aren't you afraid your father will find out? - He knows. And it really pisses him off. - she answers calmly. Partly, we meet here to piss my dad off. Every now and then, I even let him fuck me so hard that Leonard can hear his daughter getting fucked right through the wall. - It's somehow... [[incorrect|Cafe][$social += 2; $RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=2; $RadaTalk -= 1]] - you remark, confused, but Rada only smirks. <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 12>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> - To tell you the truth, I have absolutely no desire to mess around with a stranger in my free time. Or do you seriously think I'd rather spend my few hours of peace not on myself or my boyfriend, but on... a random girl? - Rada snorts, making it clear that at this stage of their relationship, she definitely doesn't want to do that. [[Okay...|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1]] <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> - Damn! Okay! Okay, I'll teach you the basics, otherwise I really won't be able to look at you without tears, - Rada winces, not forgetting to click her tongue - But not now, definitely not at work. Come to my house in the evenings, Dad usually goes to the streaming club or somewhere, so we'll have time to work on your... skills. I hope that's all, and I can get back to my business? [[Thank you so much!|Cafe][$RadaT to 0; $RadaRelationship +=1; $RadaTalk -= 1; $social += 1; $RadaHouse to 1]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $PromiscuityEnd == 0>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd.jpg" width="720"> As a result of your time in the City, you became excessively depraved and vulgar. Corruption and debauchery took hold of you, which led me to... work at a local strip club. After starting going there for company and to feel beautiful, you found yourself spending more and more time in their staff rooms. Now you're not just dancing for the customers—you're expected to satisfy their desires both on stage and after work. [[PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 1]] <<elseif $PromiscuityEnd == 1>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd1.jpeg" width="720"> The manager, an older woman with vibrant scarlet hair and an even brighter leather bodysuit, taught you everything you need to know. She showed you how to sway your hips to engage the crowd and how to accept everything with a light, easy smile. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd2.webp" width="720"> Now here I am, romping with both men and women, my bare breasts glistening with body lotion, my skin flushed from hands and passionate caresses. The Scarlet Lady, as everyone at the club calls her, was particularly captivated by your natural gifts and obedience. You have become one of her precious treasures, eagerly following her commands, satisfying one client after another. Your slender, lithe body twists in an intricate [[ballet of desire|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 2]] <<elseif $PromiscuityEnd == 2>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd3.webp" width="720"> Nights merge in a haze of whiskey and sweat-dampened bodies. You move gracefully between the back rooms and the stage, the bass rumble vibrating through your hips as you twirl to the music. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd4.webp" width="720"> Sometimes the Scarlet Lady allows members who have paid for a special offer to test you after work, locking you in the playroom with silken shackles while various hands caress and caress your tender, youthful flesh. During the day, you lean back on the leather sofa, sipping whiskey and counting the hours until a new start. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd5.jpg" width="720"> Your fingers lazily trace intricate scuff patterns on the plush leather beneath you as another shot of whiskey softens your morning haze. Your ass presses into the soft pillow, every movement pressing your naked body into the cool couch. The door to the playroom is already open for the day's festivities. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd6.jpg" width="720"> A young frat boy arrives early, haltingly admitting his guilt to the Scarlet Lady for requesting such an exclusive session at the wrong time. His feigned innocence is marred by his obvious hunger for you—he visibly tenses in his pants when you beckon him [[closer|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 3]] <<elseif $PromiscuityEnd == 3>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd7.webp" width="720"> Your experienced body moves automatically, sliding off the couch onto the polished floor between his unsteady thighs. He's still hesitant, hesitating as you unzip his zipper. You coax him out, your warm breath dancing over his hard length as he groans, his guilt already forgotten. The young frat boy's hands tremble, buried in your light brown hair, his body instinctively drawn to your inviting mouth. Your tongue glides teasingly over his throbbing member, a practiced motion that elicits a stifled groan. The whiskey clinging to your breath mixes with the air as you slowly swallow it, one practiced thrust deep into your throat. His hips shift involuntarily, pushing deeper into your eager mouth. With his free hand, he claws at the leather cushions, his nails digging into the cool fabric as he immerses himself in the decadent luxury of your services. Your skin glistens where previous hands have caressed it, your body lotion still [[shimmering|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 4]] <<elseif $PromiscuityEnd == 4>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd8.webp" width="720"> In the corner of the room, a timer clicks – your standard 45-minute session has begun, and you've become quite adept at coordinating your movements to match its relentless forward thrusts. Your steady rhythm is disrupted when the frat boy suddenly thrusts his cock deeper into your throat, roughly forcing himself in. His preppy frat boy facade evaporates as primal desire takes over. His rough grip tightens around your hair as he fucks your docile mouth with brutal, [[harsh thrusts|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 5]] <<elseif $PromiscuityEnd == 5>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd9.webp" width="720"> But he soon realizes he wants to savor this, slowing down to move his hips with methodical, leisurely thrusts—a confident graduate student giving instructions to a sophomore who needs to improve. You relax, your muscles adjusting to accommodate him as he effortlessly bends you <<linkreplace "to his pleasure">> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd10.webp" width="720"> Drool drips from your chin onto your spread breasts, mixing with the sweat trickling down your cleavage. The hum of the room mingles with his labored breaths, both mingling with the rhythmic slap of his balls against your chin. Your ass reflexively rises higher, completely exposing you, though it's not necessary for the task at hand. The frat boy becomes bolder in his use of your body, his hands roughly guiding your head, setting the desired pace. At this late angle, your throat is even more accessible, accepting his full, impressive length with each thrust. Now his groin slaps sharply against your mouth, glistening trails of saliva and precum covering the distance each time. He groans with satisfied pleasure as you relax even further, accepting the role of a mindless, need-satisfying hole, just the way he always imagined a skilled club performer would. One hand releases your hair to teasingly stroke your bare chest, pinching your swollen nipples as a preview of what will happen when he spills into your waiting throat. The other continues its merciless grip, bending you over to the point where you're practically face-fucking him, supporting your own weight <<linkreplace "on your knees">> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd11.webp" width="720"> His moans intensify as your skilled lips and throat bring him to the brink of climax. With each powerful thrust, your nose presses against the hard curls at the base of his cock, and he finally acknowledges that using your mouth as an object of pleasure is the right of any man brave enough to pay the Scarlet Lady a premium. His hips buck with abandon, his balls tightening as he nears release. Your head jerks forward with a particularly rough thrust, and choking is the only escape as he rams his hard cock deep into your eager throat. He cums with a strangled groan, pulsing hot ropes of thick, musky cum into your clenching throat. Your neck juts out obscenely as you struggle to swallow every thick drop, his frantic thrusts continuing as he rips another orgasm from his overstimulated cock. Precum mixes with streams of saliva, leaving you both slick and glistening <<linkreplace "from tension">> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd12.webp" width="720"> You sink to your knees with tentative grace, his softening cock still partially lodged in your tortured throat as you greedily swallow and devour every last drop. Your throat throbs and contracts around the base, each contraction drawing every last drop of seed into your waiting stomach. The frat boy leans back on the couch, his grip softening from a clenched fist to a limp one as you continue to teasingly suck his spent cock. "Fuck... you're incredible," he croaks, absently running his thick fingers through your light brown hair. His scarred Platinum American Express card peeks out from under the buttons of his shirt, a testament to both his ability to pay and his desire to use it. You release his cock with a wet *pop*, smoothly running your tongue over the still-pulsating surface, keeping it hard despite the growing fatigue of pleasure. Your glassy blue eyes stare intently at the frat boy's body, maintaining an intense, appreciative connection as you take him again, still semi-hard, for one last slow, reverent slide of your tongue over the underside of his shaft. His sigh turns into a moan of post-coital pleasure, his languid expression expressing satisfaction at his smug posture. His rough fingers lazily scratch your scalp like you're a precious puppy, keeping you close even as he gazes blissfully at the ceiling of his luxurious private <<linkreplace "playroom">> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd13.webp" width="720"> "The club was just… a rumor," he mutters, breathing raggedly, his unsteady hand casually gesturing toward the dark den of pleasure. "I never imagined…" His voice trails off as you run your tongue over his rapidly swelling foreskin, awakening a slight twitch of life in his cock. "Now you know the truth." "You know where you can always come to satisfy your passion," you smile, licking his cock to get it hard enough to ride it with your aching pussy. The timer shows the remaining time – 30 minutes. The time you're about to [[enjoy|start]] <<set $PromiscuityEndBuff to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/coffedrink1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/coffedrink1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> You spend some time sipping coffee paired with a sweet dessert exchanging a bit of money for an extra boost of energy, some mental relief, and a genuinely pleasant break. [[Pay|Afternoon][$AP += random (1,3)]] <<set $money -= 50>> <<elseif $RadaRelationship >= 6>> Rade nods at you when you go to place your order, but instead of taking it, she brews her signature coffee just for you, artfully decorates the cup, and serves it with a slice of sweet pastry. When you reach out to hand her payment, she mutters something like: "> Keep your money. It’s on the house. Just drink up and get out of here. ", She walks off, leaving you puzzled. Either way, you enjoy the drink. It’s wonderfully flavorful and surprisingly invigorating. Once you finish, you [[Leave|Afternoon][$AP += random (2,4)]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Alim == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim.jpg" width="720"> You heard footsteps behind you and turned around. Alim stood in the doorway, his dark eyes looking at you with interest and a slight smirk. Wet drops trickled down his muscular torso, the towel wrapped around his pelvis barely concealing his arousal. He ran a hand through his black hair and smiled, "Need some help? Or perhaps you'd like some company?" You felt your heart beat faster as his gaze slid over your figure, hunched over on the wet tile floor. The warm, humid air of the bathroom suddenly felt thick, almost tangible. You notice his eyes slowly sliding down, gliding over your breasts, like a thin, damp T-shirt, and the curve of your buttocks in your narrow hips. He takes a step closer, and drops of water from his body fall to the floor next to your knees. You feel your heart beat faster as his gaze slid over your figure, hunched over on the wet tile floor. The warm, humid air of the bathroom suddenly felt thick, almost tangible. You notice his eyes slowly sliding down, gliding over your breasts, like a thin, damp T-shirt, and the curve of your buttocks in your narrow hips. He takes a step closer, and drops of water fall from his body onto the floor next to your knees. You put the brush aside and look at him, trying to maintain a serious expression, even though your cheeks are already starting to burn. "Yeah, someone has to clean it every now and then," you say, shaking your head slightly. Your fingers instinctively curl around the damp sponge, and you feel drops of water trickle down your wrists. Alim doesn't look away, his grin widening. He takes another step, demonstrating so you can almost feel the warmth emanating from him. His voice drops low, almost velvety, as he replies, "You're too beautiful to crawl on a dirty floor. Let me help... or at least let your company management help you." His hand slowly releases, and you watch the towel on his hips shift slightly, arousing him even more. The air fills with a mixture of detergent and his own musky scent. You notice his gaze trail down your bent knees and stop at the spot where your skirt rides up, revealing your upper thighs. You try not to look down, but your gaze involuntarily wanders over his torso, pressing against the defined lines of his abs and capturing the drips of water running below. Your heart pounds so loudly it seems to echo in the small shower. You feel a slight shiver run down your spine as he leans a little closer, his breath brushing against your neck. "Would you like to put the brush down for a minute?" — his fingers gently touch your hands, taking the sponge away. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you freeze, feeling the sponge slip from your fingers and fall to the wet floor with a soft slap. His other hand touches your shoulder, his fingers squeezing slightly, pulling you closer. "See? This feels so much better," he whispers, his lips almost touching your ear. You feel your body react to his closeness, your chest tightening beneath the damp fabric, and a warm, pulsing sensation rising between your legs. <<linkreplace "pulsing sensation">> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim1.webp"> You try to pull away, taking a step back, but Alim deftly catches you by the waist and gently presses you against the cool tiled wall. At that moment, his elbow catches the handle of his hand, and suddenly a stream of warm water comes crashing down from above, drenching you both. You flinch in surprise, feeling the thin fabric. Your T-shirts and skirts are instantly soaked and cling to your skin, revealing every curve of your body. Water runs down your face, making you blink as you feel his hard body press against you. His hands slide down your sides, stopping at your hips, and he presses you even harder against the wall, leaving no room to retreat. You feel his arousal thrum against your stomach even through the wet towel, and his lips move to your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses that make you sigh softly throughout the night. "See how much more fun it was?" His hands slide up your thigh, one strong one grabbing your wrist and guiding it down, pressing your fingers to the hot cock pulsing in your palm. At the same time, his other hand lifts your wet skirt, and his fingers dig into the soft skin of your buttocks, squeezing it with powerful force. You feel his thumb trace the sensitive slit between your legs, causing you to shudder and cry out slightly as an electric wave of pleasure shoots through you. The water continues to pour over you, creating an intimate, almost surreal atmosphere in the shower room. Your fingers tighten electrically around his cock, feeling every pulse and the firm smoothness of his skin under the stream of warm water. Alim growls low in your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he moves your hand up and down, setting a rhythm. "That's it, baby... Can you feel how hard he is for you?" His words change with the sound of the water, and you notice how your body responds to him—the wetness between your legs is no longer just heartfelt. His fingers continue to touch you, sliding deeper under the wet fabric of your panties, and you feel them find your clit, already swollen and sensitive. The gentle circular motion of his finger makes you arch, pressing against him, while your hand continues to move along his cock, adjusting to his fast, demanding rhythm. He slowly begins to undress me, and when I'm naked, he turns me around, positioning his cock. His fingers slide under the wet hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, and you raise your hands, prompting him to peel it off and toss it aside. It falls to the wet floor with a soft slap. Then his hands drop to the clasp of your bra, and you feel him deftly unclasp it in one motion, freeing your breasts. The cool air of the shower brushes against your nipples, causing them to harden, and you notice his gaze darken with desire as he looks at them. He leans down, his lips capturing one of your nipples as his hands simultaneously remove your soaked skirt and panties, leaving you completely naked under the streams of water. You shiver, feeling every nerve in your body go into overdrive. Then he turns you toward the wall, his strong hands gently but firmly guiding your torsos forward, pressing your palm against the cool tile surface. You hear him take a step closer, his hips press against your buttocks, and you feel the tip of his cock slide between your legs. <<linkreplace "seeking entry">> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim2.webp"> His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he guides himself inside you. You feel him enter you slowly, almost painfully, taking care of every inch with his hard, hot cock. You moan softly, your body arching against him as the water continues to pour down your backs, softening the friction and intensifying every sensation. He begins to move, slowly at first, deeper, creating a sensation of every inch of him, every curve. His rhythm gradually increases, each thrust forcing you against the cold wall, your fingers sliding along the wet tile, trying to find purchase. You hear his low, raspy breath near his ear, feeling his chest press against your back with each movement. The water flows between your bodies, creating a slippery, intimate connection, and you notice how your own stones sway with the noise of your soul, growing louder and more desperate. He leans forward, his lips touching your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses, while his hands slide from your hips to your chest, squeezing and caressing your breasts. You feel his fingers playing with your nipples, twisting and pinching them, causing waves of pleasure to spread throughout your body. You moan softly, arching back, pressing yourself even harder against him, relishing every movement of his body inside you. His rhythm grows more intense, each thrust deep and powerful, drawing you closer. <<linkreplace "you feel completely engulfed by him">> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim3.webp"> He continues to move with increasing momentum, his hips slamming against your buttocks with commanding force, and you feel each thrust causing you to lose control. Your legs tremble, but his strong arms hold you in place, preventing you from collapsing. His fingers squeeze your breasts, gently tugging at your nipples, and you hear him whisper something in his own language in your ear—words you don't understand, but his tone is full of passion and approval. The water pours over you, creating the illusion that you're in your own world, cut off from everything else. You feel his thrusts become more frantic, almost violent, and waves of pleasure build inside you, threatening to spill over. Your breathing becomes ragged, turning into short, shaky gasps, mixed with his name, which you repeat like a mantra. His hand slides down between your legs, and his fingers find your clit, already overstimulated and throbbing, and he begins rubbing it in quick, subtle circles, synchronizing with the rhythm of his thrusts. This dual stimulation nearly drives you crazy, causing you to scream in ecstasy as orgasm washes over you with overwhelming force, shaking your entire body with convulsive waves of pleasure. Your legs give way, and you're completely suspended in his strong arms as he continues to move inside you, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged. You feel his cock pulsate deep inside you, and he lets out a low, husky groan, digging his fingers into your hips as his own pleasure reaches its peak. <<linkreplace "you feel completely overwhelmed by him">> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim4.jpg"> You feel him pull out of you abruptly, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly, guiding you down to your knees on the wet shower floor. Your knees softly press against the cool, slippery surface, and the water continues to pour down your back and hair. He stands before you, his cock still hard and throbbing, and you watch as he guides it toward your face. At the last moment, you close your eyes, feeling the warm, thick stream hit your cheeks, forehead, and lips, leaving a salty scent and feeling his wetness on your skin. You listen to his deep, satisfied sigh as he empties himself into you, the pulsation of his cock accompanied by a fresh wave of warmth spreading across your skin. He slowly releases your shoulders, and you remain on your knees, shivering from the residual spasms and the sudden chill penetrating the steam. The water washes some of his seed from your face, running in limited streams down your neck and chest. <<linkreplace "but you don't pull away.">> <img src="img/hostel/CleanAlim5.webp"> You greedily work your mouth on his gradually weakening member, as if mesmerized, continuing to worship what recently brought you such pleasure. Alim chuckles, stroking your cheek. "Good girl," he purrs. When you both finally finish, he brings you fresh clothes and gives you a parting slap on the butt, saying, "Go ahead, hard worker, you've earned some rest. I'll make sure everything is clean here." [[Change|Hostel][$promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $PaulaT == 0>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> Paula sits at her desk, intently typing on her computer, constantly consulting a large catalog book open on her desk and a small notebook with handwritten notes. At some point, she exhales loudly and leans back in her chair, only then noticing you. - Oh, hi. Have you been here long? I've been working a little too hard... - Paula sighs - Sometimes I get too carried away... Okay, how can I help you? <<if $AP >= 2>> [[I was passing by, I had some free time... Do you mind?|Paula][$PaulaT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Oh, I just had a couple of things I wanted to discuss with you!|Paula][$PaulaT to 2; $AP -= 2]] <<return "Oh, I was just passing by, I dropped in to say hi!" >> <<elseif $AP == 1>> [[I was passing by, I had some free time... Do you mind?|Paula][$PaulaT to 1; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Oh, I was just passing by and dropped in to say hi!" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Sorry, I overestimated my strength, and the local stairs completely drained me..." >> <</if>> <<elseif $PaulaT == 1>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> <<set $variable to random(9)>> <<if $variable == 0>> - You probably, as a newcomer, often wonder why the only normal activity we can do here is drink at the bar," Paula doesn't ask, she asserts, looking at you curiously. " Actually, that's not true!" It's just... interesting places are much harder to find, and we have small, closed communities here, if you know what I mean... - [[Very useful information!|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] - you note ironically. <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> - I once managed to work for Rada's dad, can you believe it? - she makes tea - I just moved here, was looking for a job and all that. You know - no money, no boyfriend, no rich parents. Anyway, he called me over after another shift and tried to... Well... Anyway, he didn't behave very well. He made me a nasty offer, if you know what I mean. - And what about you? - you ask neutrally, trying to disguise your interest. - Oh, yeah... Well... she refused rudely. He had to fix my nose later... - [[Oh, Paula...|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] - you say with a slight smile. <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> - Listen, we don't pay that much here, as you may have noticed... - Paula looks dreamily out the window - But at least the work isn't too dusty or difficult, and you can relax most of the year – the workload tapers off. But not now... ah... yes... not now. Every summer like this... - [[You remember that I'm also an out-of-towner, right?|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> - Starting this semester, the library was separated from the College, can you believe it? - Paula is indignant - Oh, that doesn't mean anything to you, does it? I knew it! For us, that means the budget was cut! For us! Bastards! I'm still arguing with Mark about it! Most of them quit or changed jobs because they had to cut rates and salaries. And other bonuses were also lost... Sigh... - [[Now I understand why there aren't many people willing to work here...|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> - Last year, when we were part of the College... Although we are already part of it... Hm, well, yes - you don't know... - Paula sighs and gets up from her seat to make some tea - Okay, never mind! That's not what I wanted to talk about! So, last year, it was the library that was responsible for organizing additional courses for applicants. And now... Now the Fraternities have taken over. - [[Perhaps|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> - Perhaps, when you get used to it, you'll find the library and its reading room... A bit... a waste of time. - Paula begins to speak more quietly - Actually, that's true... Mrs. Elizabeth is trying to rectify the situation, but... The Brotherhoods have pulled the rug out from under her feet, and she's still getting used to the library.e. Personally, I hope she'll figure out a way out soon! - [[I'm sure she will!|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] - you cautiously remark. <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> - Actually, Mrs. Elizabeth isn't as bad as they say... - Paula sips tea from her mug - She's just... old-school, I guess. Demanding and strict, but... I've been "with her" for three years now, and she's even helped me out a couple of times and gotten me out of different... situations. She just has certain demands that many people don't like. I don't know - I'm used to it. So much so that she followed her to the library. - [[I... I'm not sure yet, to be honest|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] - you answer cautiously, to which Paulina smiles and shrugs. <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> - I don't recommend dealing with the Supplier... - Paula sighs.- His interest rates are just awful! There are always ways to find money without putting your neck out so much... Besides, I heard that lately he's, so to speak, changed his tactics and approach to debt collection. - [[I've heard something like that before...|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> - Have you been to Nick's bar yet? It's quite a decent place with a great vibe, by the way! - Paula laughs, - However, my boyfriend is against me going there. Especially without him. But honestly, there's not much to do at Nick's besides drink... No quizzes, no board games, no theme nights... Sigh! - [[I didn't think you cared so much about it...|Paula][$intellect += 1;$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 9>> - You know, you wouldn't know it from Rada, but she's actually quite an open and sweet girl. Well... once you get to know her better, and generally come to terms with her... quirks. - Paula gets up from the table to walk around a bit. - And she makes absolutely excellent coffee! Once you try it, you start to deeply regret that the cafe belongs to her father! - [[I'll keep that in mind|Paula][$intellect += 1; $PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $PaulaT == 2>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> - Oh, yeah? "What a lucky break, I was just looking for a break!" - Paula stands up and goes to a kettle hidden in one of the cabinets, setting it to boil while taking out two mugs, tea bags, and a basket of sweets. <<elseif $PaulaT == 3>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> - "Do you happen to know any Brotherhood students?" - Paula asks with a slight squint, pulling several folders out of a drawer. - "I'm just trying to gather information about how they work inside. For personal purposes, of course." But honestly, it all feels like a semi-closed cult. [[No, I've only heard about them|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1; $intellect += 1]] [[If you want, I can try to find out|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $charm += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 4>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> - Sometimes I think maybe it was a shame I didn't leave this city... - she sighs, looking somewhere at the floor. — But then I realize that you can live here too. The main thing is not to give up and not get used to hopelessness. [[You're right... the main thing is not to give up|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2]] [[And I would leave without a second thought|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1; $morale -= 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 5>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> — Listen, you won't believe it, but yesterday some idiot tried to steal a book again! Of all places, the library! — Paula rolls her eyes. — And not even a rare one, but a regular academic one! Sometimes I think some people just enjoy being a problem. [[Probably wanted to impress someone|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] [[Some people are just... stupid|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1; $intellect += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 6>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> — Did you know there's a locked storage room in the library basement? — Paula whispers, as if sharing a secret. <spanstyle="color: coral;">— There are old books and documents there, dating back to the city's founding. Even I can't access them... though I've tried a couple of times to find out what's in there. [[That sounds creepy...|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1; $morale -= 1]] [[Interesting! Maybe I should take a look?|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $curiosity += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 7>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> —Sometimes I think books have a life of their own,—she says with a smile. — It's like they sense the reader's mood. You pick up a novel, and suddenly everything written there is about you. [[Hmm... sounds nice|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $charm += 1]] [[Well... maybe you just read a lot|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 8>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> — Have you ever wondered why people read at all? — Paula looks straight at you. — I think to forget. Or, on the contrary, to remember who they really are. [[Perhaps that makes sense|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $intellect += 1]] [[I read for pleasure, not for philosophy|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 9>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> — Oh, did you know that today is the anniversary of the library's founding? — Paula perks up. — True, no one's celebrating, but I brought cake anyway. Would you like some? [[Sure!|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $morale += 1]] [[No, thanks, not hungry|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <<elseif $PaulaT == 10>> <img src="img/library/Paula.webp" width="720"> — Sometimes I think a library isn't just a building, but a kind of sanctuary. — It's quiet here, safe... and even if the world collapses, the books remain the same. [[Yes... sometimes silence is the best company|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 2; $intellect += 1]] [[Well, personally, I prefer more lively places|Paula][$PaulaT to 0; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> <<link "Return">><<goto "Library">><</link>> <>

<> <<if $Elizabeth >= 1>> <<if $ElizabethT == 0>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> Mrs. Elizabeth is working on her computer in her private office at the back of the library. Her manicured fingers tap out a steady rhythm on the keys, filling the room with a busy clicking sound. Every now and then, he looks up from the monitor to check the documentation in the catalog or pauses, placing his hand on his chin as he contemplates the information on the screen. When you knock softly a few times before entering, she looks up from the monitor and, realizing it's you, smiles slightly. "What brings you, my dear, to the lair of universal evil?"" She jokes, still smiling. ""Is everything going well with work? Excellent!" If anything happens, don't be afraid to ask me or Paula for help—she's usually less busy. <<if $AP >= 1>> [[I'm embarrassed to admit, but I have a few questions and requests for you|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you—I'll see you later!" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you—I'll see you later!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $ElizabethT == 2>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> "Oh, my dear!" she asks in surprise. ""How can I help you, my dear?" [[Sorry to bother you, but I've come to enroll in College. Can you help me?|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 3]] [[Can you tell me about the residents?|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 4]] [[How did your assistant end up dating your... arch-enemy?|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 5]] <<if $librarycorruption >=1>> [[What's going on in the library? |ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 6]] [[I'm embarrassed to admit, but I... have problems with promiscuity|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 7]] <</if>> <<if $ElizabethP >=1 && $AP >= 1>> [[I need help with behavior correction... |ElizabethPunish]] <<elseif $ElizabethP >=1 && $AP == 0>> You don't feel strong enough to ask for correction... <</if>> <<return "I think I've learned everything I needed to know" >> <<elseif $ElizabethT == 3>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> - Like many others - the woman smiles softly at you - Unfortunately, this year, for... internal reasons, the preparatory courses are no longer offered at the library. They are now offered by the College itself, and they require a fee. I'm afraid I don't know you very well, dear. No offense, but you're new to me, and wasting my resources on... an untested applicant... is somewhat wasteful in my situation. You understand, right? - Yes, unfortunately, I understand. - You slump your shoulders slightly. - It's not that bad- she encourages you - The exams are still a long way off, and who knows what will happen in the meantime... Otherwise, at least I'm giving you a job - and that's something, right? - I could argue that I'm trading your money for my abilities, but... [[You're right about the work|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 0]] <<elseif $ElizabethT == 4>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> - No, dear- Elizabeth shakes her head. - First of all, you and I move in completely different... circles, if you know what I mean. My social circle and sphere of interests have almost no overlap with yours. You nod, acknowledging the validity of her remark. "Besides, I really hate gossip," she adds. And the facts I can share... Let's just leave this conversation for a better time, which I'm sure will come. [[- Thanks for the honest answer|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 0]] <<elseif $ElizabethT == 5>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> - Firstly, it's Paula's business who she builds relationships with and how. - Elizabeth frowns. - Secondly, she doesn't mix relationships and work, which is what I advise you to do. And... my dear, I don't like gossip. [[- Sorry|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 0]] <<elseif $ElizabethT == 6>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> "Nothing good, as you may have noticed." - She sighs. - But don't worry about it, it hasn't gotten out of hand yet, and nowhere near that. Consider it a bunch of student pranks, nothing more. Otherwise... it's the same old boring work among books and magazines. [[- And the occasional glimpse of naked butts|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 0]] <<elseif $ElizabethT == 7>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> "It's good that you noticed it yourself and thought to come to me."- She nods seriously at your words. - I can help you with that... although I won't say it will be easy. And keep in mind that I'm doing this for you, because I see potential in you and the desire to remain pure, without descending into debauchery and... other things. Don't hesitate to contact me about this - I'll do my best to help you. [[- Thanks, I was starting to worry!|ElizabethTalk][$ElizabethT to 0; $ElizabethP to 1]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $ElizabethP == 1>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> "Sit down, my dear," she commands, gesturing to the luxurious leather chair in front of her large oak desk. She walks around it, skirting it, the hem of her black skirt just inches from her professionally yet stunningly sculpted legs. "So," she says, clearing away a stack of papers and revealing a set of wrist and ankle cuffs, secured to the desk with sturdy leather straps, "Let's help you focus on your studies, okay?" <<linkreplace "You freeze, afraid to move">> <img src="img/library/ED.jpg" width="720"> Her smile is knowing, expectant, as she sets the bondage device aside, her gaze never breaking. Your heart pounds as Mrs. Elizabeth approaches you and, without hesitation, places your hands on the polished wood. Her touch is firm and commanding. With practiced dexterity, she fastens the leather handcuffs on your wrists, the quiet creak of the buckles breaking the silence. "Clever girl," she purrs, patting your clasped hands. -Now let's engage your restless mind, shall we? Her long red nails glide over your shoulders as she leans toward you, caressing your sides with a mixture of power and teasingness.br/> - These frivolous thoughts, she whispers in your ear, sliding her hand over the soft swell of your breast under your shirt, they will soon melt away. Her fingers glide over your blouse, slowly unbuttoning each button. . - And what about your academic interests? Your heart beats faster as Mrs. Elizabeth approaches you and, without hesitation, places your hands on the polished wood. Her touch is firm and commanding. She fastens your wrists with leather handcuffs with practiced dexterity, the quiet creak of the buckles breaking the silence. "I... I try to study hard, Mrs. Elizabeth, but I have to earn money and..." you defend yourself. Mrs. Elizabeth's nails slide down your stomach to your belt buckle, eliciting a nervous sigh. "I know, my dear," she mutters, deftly unbuttoning your trousers with an impromptu confidence worthy of any library archive, "A foreign student who has a hard time... always distracting them, these finances..." The leather of her blazer brushes against your bare thighs as she presses against closer. <<linkreplace "She presses her ear to yours and whispers">> <img src="img/library/Epunish.webp" width="720"> - But when your thoughts wander from differential equations…, – her hand reaches for your panties, and her low, husky voice says again: - …to the imaginations of sorority girls and frat boys… – the silken strap follows her touch. - To think about...– Her tongue touches the edge of your ear, – to some college playboy...– Your hips rise slightly, involuntarily inviting her closer, while the skirt wraps around your waist. - …who can give you a head start on paying off your loan or even pay for your education...– Mrs. Elizabeth's nails slide down your stomach to your belt buckle, eliciting a nervous sigh. With practiced dexterity, Mrs. Elizabeth lowers the last barrier between your heated skin and her graceful fingers. Her breathing pauses slightly—almost imperceptibly, but you feel it, a secret thrill trembling within you. "Focus," she commands, but her touch belies the warning: she runs a red-painted fingernail along the crease where your panties were pressed tightest against your thigh. "Let's get rid of these dirty thoughts about financial problems and distracting... students." With one hand she grabs your thigh, tight enough to hold it painlessly, and with the other she slowly moves up. You shift slightly in the handcuffs, the leather creaking in rhythm with your quickening pulse. - Every dirty... "Tug," - her nail catches under the elastic of your last panties, -every worthless worry, - the cool silk yields to her relentless pressure, -will be erased from your mind, - the delicate lace stretches over your hips, - until there is nothing left to interfere with your studies. She pulls your cotton panties down, letting them hang somewhere around your knees. <<linkreplace "Approaching her desk, over which you are slung, she silently picks up a long, flat ruler">> <img src="img/library/ED1.webp" width="720"> The old oak is cool beneath your chest, and Mrs. Elizabeth leans in. You hear the crack of leather, her desk chair creaks with movement, and she sits down next to you. The air still vibrates with tension, even without words, filled with anticipation of what will come next. - You see, dear... - She runs the cool wooden edge over the curve of your back, anticipating what will come next. - ...A focused student, - higher, teasing the lower part of your waist, - worships knowledge... - A sharp, merciless strike to the upper thigh. - ...with discipline and determination... - One sharp blow breaks the heavy silence, landing precisely where your buttocks meet your legs. She waits. Holding her breath. You tremble before composing yourself. "Good," she purrs, and on the second swing, this time harder, clear approval spreads across your cheek. The old oak is cool beneath your chest as Mrs. Elizabeth leans over, her tailored skirt catching the last rays of daylight from the blinds. You hear the crack of leather as her chair creaks with movement and she settles herself beside you. The air still vibrates with tension, even without words, saturated with the anticipation of what is to come. The wooden ruler slaps rhythmically, each precise stroke leaving a bright red imprint. Mrs. Elizabeth works with the methodical precision inherited from years of corrective discipline, delivering exactly twelve strokes evenly, systematically moving across both orbs of flesh until they glow crimson. Between strokes, her polished oxfords scrape the carpet as she shifts from foot to foot, alternating strokes like a conductor's baton. She leans closer, whispering in your ear, the ghostly warmth of her breath mingling with your strained breaths. A resounding crack echoes, the wooden blade delivering a particularly sharp, slashing blow as she immediately follows suit. Your bonds creak and strain as you arch and... jerk from the powerful impact, your breath catching in your throat, stifled sobs and hoarse moans. Elizabeth simply follows your bucking hips, perfectly in rhythm. Crushing power, a methodical hail of blows, a dazzling display of controlled strength. Heat blossoms with shocking speed, your pulsing flesh glowing a fiery pink that would look elegant against any student's punishment records. And she doesn't stop—until she's delivered fifteen more powerful, crushing spanks, precisely where, in her words, they "need it most." Then, beads of sweat trickle down the backs of your legs, her open palm flattening protectively over the tender scars. She whispers a soft, contented purr, pressing against your burning cheek. - Perhaps that's enough for the first time...- She runs her hand possessively over the pulsating curve of your buttock, layering a crisp professionalism over the more daring hints of complete dominance over that burning, heated ass. <<linkreplace "Removing her hand from your bottom, she moves away">> <img src="img/library/ED2.jpeg" width="720"> Slowly, deliberately walking around the desk, she lifts her chair, the familiar creak of polished wood echoing throughout the office as she sinks back into it. The ruler taps against its mahogany surface, the sound cutting through your muffled sobs. -Good girl...- She spreads them out over two pages and opens a huge textbook titled "Correction Methods for Capricious Women: An Academic View." With a smooth twist, she flips through several densely colored pages covered with sticky notes of every shape and color. - And now,—you feel that powerful palm rest firmly on your throbbing cheek, applying just enough pressure to ignite another delightful wave of pinched nerve endings—We'll work on Chapter Six together. You hear the quiet rustle of pages turning and the satisfying crunch of a highlighted passage. One manicured finger traces the lines as she reads aloud, her voice clear and demanding, like a university lecture come to life. "Discipline is not for humiliation... but to redirect the mind and encourage learning." Her hand spreads across the burning surface of your buttock, arcing down to the sensitive curve where thigh meets buttock, a gentle pressure that makes the pain burn and brighten again. "So, tell me, student, do you feel clarity yet?" - The words flow with the theatrical intonation characteristic only of a professional scholar giving a private lesson. "Yes... thank you," you reply, slightly whining. Satisfied with your answer, the woman slowly unties you and helps you get ready. She gently wipes your tears with a handkerchief, helps you fasten your clothes, and pull your panties up over your bottom. When she's finished, she hands you a self-improvement brochure, nudging you toward the exit. [[Only after leaving her office do you dare to look at the brochure|Night][$ElizabethT to 0; $ElizabethP to 2; $AP -= 3; $promiscuity -= random(10)]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $ElizabethP == 2>> <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> Elizabeth sits at her large desk, dressed in a classic business suit. As soon as you squeaked, she watched your movements with her dark brown eyes, noticing your heartbeat and your eyes widening slightly, wary of you turning over on your butt in front of her. Elizabeth blinked in surprise at first, before her lips changed from a strained, businesslike expression to a wry, playful grin. It felt like a wooden ruler was slapping in her hand. -I feel like déjà vu, my dear, but okay. Apparently, such an easily distracted future student needs frequent assistance. Then again, it is my job... - Your body tenses as the cool air of the office touches your exposed skin, the wooden desk presses against your stomach, and your ass rises seductively into the air. Mrs. Elizabeth, sensing your unease, lightly taps the ruler against the palm of her other hand, the rhythmic taps echoing throughout the quiet room. <<linkreplace "She sighs">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/library/Epunish.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/library/Epunish1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/library/Epunish2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/library/Epunish3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/library/Epunish4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> - You do realize you're asking for this, right?—there's a hint of mockery in her quiet voice as she moves her chair forward slightly. The metal wheels glide silently across the carpet. She's so close now that you catch the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the musky office scent—paper, wood, and a hint of freshly brewed coffee. - Tell me, baby, did you think I'd let you go so easily? After all, it's for your own good, isn't it?- The ruler descends, and your body tenses. The next blow is about to fall. Your body tenses as the cool air of the office caresses your skin, the wooden desk presses against your stomach, and your buttocks lift seductively into the air. Mrs. Elizabeth, sensing your unease, lightly taps the ruler against the palm of her other hand, the rhythmic taps echoing throughout the quiet room. The next blow will fall on you. The ruler crashes down hard on your firm flesh, the pain sharp and immediate. It lands just below where your tights and garter clasp your thighs, revealing a tempting strip of smooth skin. You cry out, instinctively arching your back, digging your fingers into the edge of the table for support. Eliza's free hand lands lightly on your back, pinning you to the ground, pressing you harder against the table. "Count the strokes, and don't you dare stop, girl, we both already know how it works!" she purrs in a low, almost hypnotic voice. The ruler rises again, hovering menacingly before landing on your other cheek. You wince at the impact, and she pushes you harder, pinning you to the table with her weight. Your heart pounds in your chest as she continues, the steady rhythm of her blows forcing you to react, punctuated by quiet groans of discomfort from your throat. The ruler comes down hard on your firm skin, the pain sharp and immediate. She lands just below where the tights and garter clasp your thighs, revealing a tempting strip of smooth skin. Your heart pounds in your chest as she continues, the steady rhythm of her strokes eliciting a response from you, punctuated by small groans of discomfort escaping your throat. You obediently count the strokes out loud, managing to cry, twitch, and focus all at once, but the woman doesn't let you escape, only punishing your twitching with more frequent strokes. When you reach 30, she stops her "discipline." Mrs. Elizabeth withdraws the weapon, leaving the stinging blow behind as you feel the cool air touch your bruised flesh. "One to thirty, well done." Though gentle now, she teases, pressing her smooth skirt against your warm thighs. Her perfectly painted nail traces the edge of your cheek before gently pressing on the back of your head, pressing you further into the table surface. She steps aside, sitting on the edge of the table. You hear the rustle of her expensive tights as she squirms next to you, her knees pressing against your face. - You took your punishment like a good girl. - Her hand slides down your back, tracing the contours of your dress. - Tell me, did you feel better now that you fixed everything? What the hell... "Distractions" have been banished from your mind once and for all? "Yeah... thank you, Mrs. Elizabeth..." you groan before [[ getting ready and leaving|Evening][$ElizabethT to 0; $ElizabethP to 2; $AP -= 1; $promiscuity -= random(6)]] <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $NickT == 0>> <img src="img/bar/NickBar.jpeg" width="720"> Nick pours you a soda, splashes in a bit of rum, and slides the drink your way. You pick it up and take a sip—the taste is smooth but rich. You give an approving hum and wait for him to speak. - Alright. I’ve got a few minutes to chat. You? - he says, watching you sip the simple cocktail - So, what’s your plan today? Coming in for your shift, or did you just stop by to see me? <<if $AP >= 1>> [[We can shoot the breeze if you’d like|NickTalk][$NickT to 1; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Honestly, I’m a bit too drained for talking right now. Mind if I just sit here with you in silence for a bit?">> <<else>> <<return "Honestly, I’m a bit too drained for talking right now. Mind if I just sit here with you in silence for a bit?" >> <</if>> <<elseif $NickT == 1>> <img src="img/bar/NickBar.jpeg" width="720"> He shrugs and mixes you another cocktail. With so few guests around today, you both settle into a slow, easy conversation. You can afford to just sit and talk for a while. Nick turns out to be a surprisingly engaging companion. He’s clearly seen and done a lot, and he effortlessly weaves bits of knowledge into the conversation without ever sounding showy. At the same time, whenever you speak, he listens—really listens—giving you his full attention, never interrupting, just absorbing what you say. It’s the kind of chat that feels rare: relaxed, genuine, and strangely comforting. <<set $variable1 to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <<set $officeskill += random(0, 1)>> <<set $librarianskill += random(0, 1)>> <<set $social += random(0, 2)>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <<set $waitressskill += random(0, 1)>> <<set $bargirlskill += random(0, 1)>> <<set $beauty += random(0, 2)>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <<set $handiworkskill += random(0, 2)>> <<set $intellect += random(0, 2)>> <</if>> <<set $variable1 to random(3)>> <<if $variable1 == 0>> By the end of the evening, you somehow manage to get completely wasted. That last cocktail (or maybe it was two) was definitely one too many. Maybe Nick was subtly plying you with drinks on purpose… but at this point, who can tell? The last thing you remember is him grumbling about not having time to deal with you right now. He drags you to the storage room and lays you down on a small cot, where you pass out peacefully while he finishes his shift and closes up the bar. Once everything’s locked up, he comes back for you. Seeing you still dead to the world, he makes a quick decision: you’re coming with him. He hoists you over his shoulder like a caveman, having already closed the register and secured the place. You don’t wake up until you find yourself in bed. [[Clearly not your own|NickHouse][$TimeD to 0]] <</if>> <<if $variable1 >= 1>> The last thing you remember is Nick grumbling that he doesn’t have time to deal with you right now and muttering something like, “If you don’t know how to hold your liquor, maybe don’t start.” Clearly no stranger to this kind of situation, he quickly flags down a cab for you. When it pulls up, he helps you into the back seat, then leans in to give the driver your address. He also calls Jenny right away, asking her to meet you at the hostel. You don’t remember the ride at all just fleeting fragments of the city’s night lights flashing past the window, surfacing now and then in your foggy memory. When you arrive, Jenny’s already waiting. She helps you out of the taxi and gently guides you inside, tucking you into bed with practiced ease. [[You’re grateful to her for that|Sleep][$TimeD to 0]] <<set $money -= 50>> <<if $hostelstay >= 1>> <<set $hostelstay -= 1>> <<elseif $hostelstay == 0>> <<set $money -= 150>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $NickSex == 0>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $fitnes -= 1>> <<set $intellect -= 1>> <<set $beauty -= 1>> <<set $social -= 1>> <<set $AP to 2>> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning.jpg"> You wake up in a strange, unfamiliar bed. Your head is pounding, and your thoughts are still foggy—but a jolt of fear shoots down your spine, sending your heart racing and adrenaline surging. You frantically scan the room, trying to piece together what happened and how you ended up here. You notice your clothes neatly folded on a chair nearby. Fighting dizziness and clumsy limbs, you push yourself up from the bed as quietly as you can and hurriedly yank your clothes back on. <<linkreplace " Nick catches you right in the middle of this. He heard the noise and came in to check it out. ">> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning1.png"> - Morning, - he says calmly, stepping into the room with two mugs of coffee. - Heard you were up, so I brought you a little pick-me-up. Hope I’m not interrupting? As he says this, he gives an easy smile, his eyes casually wandering over the parts of you still uncovered as you frantically tug your clothes on, trying to cover yourself. - You undressed me!- you protest, instantly imagining him shamelessly pawing at you while you were out. - And would you really rather have slept in your clothes and sweated through them all night? - he asks calmly, taking a sip from his coffee mug. - You drank way too much and passed out. If I’d wanted to, I could’ve done anything… so don’t start making a scene, okay? You want to protest some more, but the truth in his words stops you short. Finally dressed and having processed what happened, you come to the reluctant realization that you actually owe him some gratitude. Accepting that, you take the mug from his hand and take a sip of the life-giving brew—just enough to start clearing the fog in your head.br/> <<linkreplace "You sip your coffee in awkward silence, stealing guilty glances at him every now and then. You feel ashamed.">> - Don’t sweat it. - he says, frowning slightly as he notices your discomfort. - You’re not the first, and you probably won’t be the last. Every now and then, one of my friends drinks too much, and I just bring them back to my place. Lucky for you, I live right above the bar if you didn’t already know. Yeah, it’s not great that you don’t know your limits yet… but honestly, there’s no other way to learn. So relax. No need to be embarrassed. -Thanks, - you mumble weakly, blushing and trying to hide even more behind your coffee mug. Despite his words, you still feel deeply embarrassed. The rest of the morning feels messy and rushed. After thanking Nick one last time and saying goodbye, promising yourself to pull it together and get back on shift as soon as possible, you [[Start your day|Morning]] <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $DayEnd == 0>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd.jpeg" width="720"> The long-awaited exam day has arrived. You've been preparing for this day for a long time. One way or another. Now your fate will be decided, and the test results will show whether those hours at the bar were wasted or not, and whether you should have spent more time studying. Early in the morning, Jenny finds you on the phone. She helps you and the other applicants staying at the Hostel prepare and pack. She takes you to the College with an organized group on a chartered bus, where Paula meets you. Smiling and waving, she wishes you good luck and leads your group to the area designated for [[the exam|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 1]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 1>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd1.jpeg" width="720"> It turns out to be a spacious gym. Single desks fill the entire basketball court, and beyond. Leaving ample room between desks for walking, but at the same time making it more difficult to cheat, the teachers seat you according to pre-determined numbers. Once everyone is seated, the exam rules are explained to you: a test, an essay, and written questions with extended answers. Standard format. The entire exam should take no more than four hours. You're given forms, then told to start, and [[they time you|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 2]] <<set $GoodDayEndBuff to 1>> <<elseif $DayEnd == 2 && $intellect >= 85>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd2.webp" width="720"> You mark your answers easily, encountering difficult questions several times, but after taking a break and returning to them later, you find the answer effortlessly, using your ingenuity and delving into your own knowledge acquired during your preparation. Writing essays presents challenges, but thanks to Paula's lessons, you find it easy to choose words and form sentences. We can only hope it's spelled correctly, but... You can't do better anyway, so why worry? The written questions require you to think outside the box, but thanks to your in-depth study of the topic, [[you can handle them too|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 3]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 3>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd3.jpg" width="720"> Finally, after spending three of the four hours allotted by the organizers, you complete the assignments and submit your answer sheet ahead of many other applicants. The assessing teacher thanks you for your efforts and informs you that you will receive a response from the College based on your exam within a week. You suffer for several days in the dark, but eventually you receive a letter informing you that, starting in the new semester, you will be enrolled as a first-year student in your chosen program. Unable to contain your emotions as you look at a copy of your assessed work, you video chat with your parents, eager to share the good news. You're crying with happiness, they're crying with pride. You've done it, you've proven that you're smart and persistent enough to study at your dream place! [[Isn't this a wonderful ending?|start]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 2 && $intellect <= 84>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd2.webp" width="720"> When everyone's seated and you're handed out your worksheets, you realize you don't understand a thing. Your knowledge is clearly insufficient to guarantee your answers. You agonize over the entire four hours, stumbling through your essay and answering monstrously difficult written questions clearly outside the curriculum. You end up changing several answers on the test section, unsure which one is correct. Seeing your plight, one of the instructors hands you their business card when they accept your work. He encourages you, saying you can always prepare better for next year. To shake off your negative thoughts, you work harder, trying to earn a little more money, anticipating your failure on the exam, and planning your next step [[in your dizni|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 4]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 4>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd4.jpg" width="720"> On the fourth day, you receive a letter. It's a rejection. You cry, berating yourself for wasting your time and your lack of desire to study. However, you quickly find a way out, not wanting to go home in disgrace. You take out your teacher's business card and call him. A couple of days later, you meet at his house. He's one of the College's professors, and he's ready to help you enroll next year—he has the study materials to prepare you for the program, his tutoring experience, and his willingness to help. But he's old, and he's not interested in money at all... Unlike the bodies of young female students. You agree, and soon you move in with him. He asks you to wear a student uniform, consisting of a blouse, tie, skirt, and his personal request—stockings. In this attire, you clean his house, cook his meals, study, and... [[brighten his evenings|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 5]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 5>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd5.webp" width="720"> Despite his age, the teacher turns out to be a surprisingly amorous and experienced womanizer. You spend so much time on your knees with his cock in your mouth that you have to change your stockings almost every week—they rip at the knees where they touch the floor during your oral sex. Without shying away from his preferences, he teaches you how to suck properly and take cock down your throat, lecturing you on the proper behavior of a good wife, convincing you that it will definitely [[be useful in the future|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 6]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 6>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd6.webp" width="720"> The teacher doesn't neglect your pussy either. A skirt gives easy access to the junction of your legs, but tights... they offer no protection—the old man calmly rips them off as if nothing had happened, paying for new ones the next day. His enthusiasm means that very soon there's no place in the house where you haven't been fucked. He takes you in bed, on the couch, on the kitchen table... Your face, chest, and back are pressed against the walls so often that you can tell by touch which room you're in. To your great surprise, each of your sex sessions ends with one or more orgasms – the old man proves in practice that he has the right to lecture you not only on academic knowledge, but also on the proper use of [[your pussy and ass|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 7]] <<elseif $DayEnd == 7>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd7.webp" width="720"> Over time, you get used to your new routine, often meeting your neighbor already dressed and on his knees. You develop a ritual: every time he comes home tired, you silently give him a blow job within the first twenty minutes of his arrival. This way, he relaxes, refocuses, and releases the tension he's built up over the day. He releases this tension primarily into your mouth, but it's a small price to pay for continuing to be called a "good girl," [[isn't it?|start][$DayEnd to 7]] <<set $BadDayEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <>

In a dream, you see yourself from the outside. In this lucid dream, you have the opportunity to fill in the gaps in your life, distributing the knowledge you've gained over the years to make the task at hand easier or more difficult, whatever it may be! <<if $StartPoints >= 2>> You still have $StartPoints undistributed! <table style="width: 100%; border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"> <tr>  <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Intelligence: $intellect <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Intelligence"); Dialog.wiki("This stat reflects the character's mental abilities. It is currently used in the Librarian's job. Furthermore, high Intelligence stats are required for the original positive ending of the game. It is counterbalanced by the Emancipation stat. It is worth 2 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 2>> <<set $intellect += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 2>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $intellect > 0>> <<set $intellect -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 2>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Beauty: $beauty <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Beauty"); Dialog.wiki("This indicator reflects the character's physical attractiveness. Currently, its primary use is in Cafe interactions and is a secondary skill when calculating earnings formulas for jobs in the Shopping Center and as a Bartender. Costs 2 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 2>> <<set $beauty += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 2>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $beauty > 0>> <<set $beauty -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 1>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Social Skills: $social <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Social Skills"); Dialog.wiki("This statistic reflects the ability to communicate with other characters. Currently, it's the Bar's primary skill and is used to calculate the shift earnings formula. It's secondary for the Waitress and Promoter jobs. It costs 2 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 2>> <<set $social += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 2>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $social > 0>> <<set $social -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 1>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Promiscuity: $promiscuity <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Debauchery"); Dialog.wiki("This stat reflects a character's propensity for depraved behavior. It can influence available dialogues, NPC reactions, and options in certain situations. Almost all NSFW content relies on it; it opens shortcuts to solving problems, but if left unchecked, it leads to dire consequences. Costs 2 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 2>> <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 2>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $promiscuity > 0>> <<set $promiscuity -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 2>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Fitness: $fitnes <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Fitness"); Dialog.wiki("This indicator reflects the character's physical fitness. It affects the number of Action Points you receive after sleeping and how much physical activity you can do per day (exercise, run in the park, walk in the park, etc.). Accordingly, the thresholds are graded by values of 25, 50, and 75. It costs 4 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 4>> <<set $fitnes += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 4>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $fitnes > 0>> <<set $fitnes -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 4>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> </tr> <tr>  <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Waitress: $waitressskill <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Waitress"); Dialog.wiki("Waitress skill. Affects performance in cafes and restaurants, tip size, and interaction with customers. Does not apply to bartending. Costs 3 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 3>> <<set $waitressskill += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 3>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $waitressskill > 0>> <<set $waitressskill -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 3>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Librarian: $librarianskill <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Librarian"); Dialog.wiki("Library work skill. Affects information retrieval, cataloging, and helping patrons find the materials they need. Currently, it's not used for anything other than calculating library income. Costs 3 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 3>> <<set $librarianskill += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 3>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $librarianskill > 0>> <<set $librarianskill -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 3>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Barmaid: $bargirlskill <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Barmaid"); Dialog.wiki("Bar skill. Affects the ability to mix drinks, serve customers, and create a bar atmosphere. The main parameter for calculating Bar formulas. Costs 3 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 3>> <<set $bargirlskill += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 3>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $bargirlskill > 0>> <<set $bargirlskill -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 3>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Secretary: $officeskill <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Secretary"); Dialog.wiki("Secretarial skill. Affects organizational skills, document management, and efficiency in an office environment. Not currently used. Costs 3 points."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 3>> <<set $officeskill += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 3>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $officeskill > 0>> <<set $officeskill -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 3>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> </tr> <tr>  <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Exam in: $Day <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Days Until Exam"); Dialog.wiki("Counter of days remaining in the game. After the specified number of days, the exam will take place, stat checks will be initiated, and the game will restart. Whether you prepare or focus on achieving other endings is your choice. Adding one day costs 5 points. Subtracting one day costs 4 points. The default is 30 days."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 5>> <<set $Day += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 5>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $Day > 0>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 4>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Promiscuity Limit: $promiscuitylimit <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Promiscuity Limit"); Dialog.wiki("The promiscuity limit counter, which indicates the maximum a character can reach before the game restarts. There are ways to increase the limit without purchasing at the start, and there are also mechanics that allow you to control promiscuity growth, but you always want to have a reserve, right? It costs 5 points per unit."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 5>> <<set $promiscuitylimit += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -=5>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $promiscuitylimit > 0>> <<set $promiscuitylimit -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 5>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Money: $money <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Money"); Dialog.wiki("Just money. You need it for everything. Always needed. There are always ways to spend and earn, though the latter is more difficult. Your starting capital, it's worth taking at least a couple hundred. Worth 5 points per $100"); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 5>> <<set $money += 100>> <<set $StartPoints -= 5>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $money > 0>> <<set $money -= 100>> <<set $StartPoints += 5>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> <td style="vertical-align: top; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc;"> Paid overnight stays: $hostelstay <<button "?">><<script>> Dialog.setup("Paid overnight stays"); Dialog.wiki("Pre-paid overnight stays at the Hostel. Cheaper than in-game. There's a way to get free overnight stays in the game; talk to Jenny at the Hostel. Costs 5 points per night."); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>> <<link "+" "CharGen">> <<if $StartPoints >= 5>> <<set $hostelstay += 1>> <<set $StartPoints -= 5>> <</if>> <</link>> <<link "-" "CharGen">> <<if $hostelstay > 0>> <<set $hostelstay -= 1>> <<set $StartPoints += 5>> <</if>> <</link>> </td> </tr> </table> You can select [[base template|Morning][$beauty to 10; $intellect to 10; $social to 10; $money to 200; $hostelstay to 2; $waitressskill to 3; $libraryanskill to 3]] <<else>> [[Wake Up|Morning]] - time to start moving towards the Goal! <</if>>

<> <<if $barista == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Barista1.jpg"> You approach the girl, already pretty sure what’s going on. The coffee machine she usually uses is switched off and completely unresponsive, except for a faint wisp of steam curling up from its half-disassembled casing. Next to it stands Rada, clearly frustrated, with a set of tools scattered nearby. The girl herself looks thoroughly annoyed - It’s dead, - Rada says bluntly as you walk up, -I’ve been noticing it’s been on her last legs for a while—adjustments, cleanings, all that routine stuff kept her limping along… but not today. Blew the steam boiler, the one that pressurizes and froths the milk and all that. - She sighs, wiping sweat off her forehead. - Is that bad?- you ask, not really knowing the first thing about how coffee machines work. - That’s the end of it - too tired even to swear, - Pressurized boiling water flooded the internal electronics... I mean, seriously… How is that not accounted for in the design? I even noticed the risk myself last time I took it apart...- Rada sighs and starts packing up her tools. - So… there’s really nothing we can do? you ask, stepping closer and peering into the machine as if you actually knew what you were looking at. -Are we really out of coffee now? - Nothing. We need a whole new machine, But my dad won’t shell out for one until he’s absolutely forced to. And by the time that happens, it’ll be too late. We’ll have lost all our regulars already! -she says with her arms crossed, biting her lip, - And yeah, fuck it. We’re out of proper coffee. All we’ve got left is instant and stovetop Americano. I could bring my moka pot from home, but… it’s just a drop in the ocean, you know? - Yeah, that’s really a shame, I’ve just started getting the hang of things—was actually looking forward to trying my hand at making coffee here - you sigh, stepping back. - Got it! - she exclaims, tapping her manicured fingers against her arm as she thinks, - If you really want to be a barista—go find us a coffee machine. I’m stuck here at the café; I can’t run around searching myself. As long as I’ve got something to work with, I can keep things going. But if I walk away… well, you get what I mean. Find a machine, and you’ll have yourself a new job and my respect. Don’t find one, and soon our paychecks will start shrinking… and keep dropping until Leonard finally decides to scratch his ass and do something. So the ball’s in your court, sweetheart. - And where exactly am I supposed to find one? - you snap, crossing your arms, clearly annoyed by her terms… - Oh, I dunno! Why don’t you start by looking for a coffee machine… in a store? she mocks, voice laced with sarcasm, - Don’t ask stupid questions. Just head to the mall—it’s got a coffee shop and a pawnshop. Start there. [[Fine, fine…|Morning][$barista to 2]] <<elseif $barista == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp"> - Well, looks like someone’s got something to celebrate, huh? Nice job—you pulled it off! I got the delivery and already set up the machine. - Rada smiles at you. - I won’t ask what you had to go through to make this happen… but just know I owe you one. And hey… if you ever feel like telling me the whole story, I’d love to hear it. Now, let’s get to know this beast. We’re spending the whole day training. By tomorrow, you’ll be ready to work your first shift as a barista and I’ll finally get some rest! You spend the entire morning going over the manual and getting hands-on with the machine. The general idea is clearyou’ve made coffee before but it still takes time to get used to this specific model. Rada reassures you that’s totally normal; she’s been through the same thing more than once. As you practice, you brew every coffee drink you already know, experimenting with grind sizes, dosing, tamping pressure and milk texturing. You taste each cup to check the balance and flavor. Of course, even with the best intentions, you and Rada can’t possibly drink all that coffee so you quickly start handing it out. First to your coworkers, then to any curious customers who don’t mind a free sample. By the end of the shift, your head is spinning but you’ve got the hang of everything. You’ve trained hard, figured it all out, and feel completely confident that next time, you’ll be able to handle the machine and yourself like a pro. |Afternoon][$barista to 5]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random <= 3>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Baristawork.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/Baristawork1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/Baristawork2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> It’s a quiet, uneventful shift. You take orders from customers or get drinks passed to you by the girl working the counter. You feel completely at ease, pulling familiar coffee-based drinks (and even a few non-coffee ones) with steady hands and growing confidence. Either way, you do your job honestly and well—and at the end of the shift, you walk away with <<print 40 + $baristaskill*3>> dollars , Plus, I even managed to exchange a few quick words with Rada while we worked. <<set $money to $money + 40 + $baristaskill*3>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $baristaskill += 1>> <<set $RadaRelationship += random(1, 3)>> [[Gather my things and head out|Afternoon]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… Something not too strong, but with milk where you can really taste the coffee, but without the bitterness. Can I count on you? What will you make for him? [[Americano with milk|Result][$result to 1]] [[Cappuccino|Result][$result to 2]] [[Latte|Result][$result to 2]] [[Double espresso with milk|Result][$result to 3]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 5>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I love coffee with a bright, slightly tangy aftertaste. What would you recommend? What will you make for him? [[Espresso |Result][$result to 2]] [[Classic Raf coffee|Result][$result to 2]] [[Alternative with light-roast beans|Result][$result to 1]] [[Americano|Result][$result to 2]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 6>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I'll take the biggest, strongest coffee you’ve got, please! What will you make for him? [Large latte|Result][$result to 2]] [[Large cappuccino|Result][$result to 3]] [[Doppio (double espresso)|Result][$result to 2]] [[Double Americano|Result][$result to 1]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 7>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I usually drink latte, but I’d like to try something new. Nothing too sweet, but with an interesting flavor. What will you make for him? [[Americano with milk|Result][$result to 3]] [[Cappuccino|Result][$result to 2]] [[Flat White|Result][$result to 1]] [[Raf coffee|Result][$result to 2]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 8>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… Do you have anything cold and refreshing but without milk? What will you make for him? [[Iced Americano|Result][$result to 2]] [[Cold brew|Result][$result to 1]] [[Espresso tonic|Result][$result to 2]] [[Frappé|Result][$result to 3]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 9>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I want coffee just like in Italy! What’s your most popular one? What will you make for him? [[Cappuccino |Result][$result to 2]] [[Espresso|Result][$result to 1]] [[Americano |Result][$result to 2]] [[Latte|Result][$result to 3]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 10>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I absolutely love sweet stuff! Give me the sweetest, creamiest coffee drink you’ve got! What will you make for him? [[Caramel Latte|Result][$result to 1]] [[Espresso with syrup|Result][$result to 3]] [[Cinnamon Cappuccino|Result][$result to 2]] [[Raf coffee|Result][$result to 2]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 11>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I’d like a decaf coffee, please, something that tastes just like the regular kind What will you make for him? [[Decaf Cappuccino|Result][$result to 2]] [[Decaf Raf Coffee|Result][$result to 2]] [[Matcha Latte|Result][$result to 3]] [[Decaf Americano|Result][$result to 1]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 12>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… What’s a Raf? I keep hearing that name, but never had the chance to ask… What will you make for him? [[It’s an espresso-based drink, steamed with cream and vanilla sugar in the pitcher|Result][$result to 1]] [[It’s like a latte, but sweeter|Result][$result to 2]] [[A sweet, weak Americano|Result][$result to 3]] [[It’s an espresso-based cocktail|Result][$result to 2]] <<elseif $barista == 5 && $Random == 13>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice.png" width="720"> You’re at the register, taking orders and enjoying a break from coffee-making. It’s already mid-shift, lunchtime’s approaching, and the usual crowd is starting to trickle in: students rushing to grab a bite, office workers squeezing in a caffeine fix. Just then, a young guy walks up to you and asks… I’d like a coffee that won’t keep me up later. Something really light, please! What will you make for him? [[Decaf Americano|Result][$result to 2]] [[Chicory drink|Result][$result to 1]] [[Cappuccino|Result][$result to 3]] [[Latte with a light shot of espresso|Result][$result to 2]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $result == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice1.jpg" width="720"> After a moment of thought, you choose just the right coffee for the customer, perfectly matching their taste. They leave happy and even leave you an extra tip. By the end of your shift, you’ve earned <<print 80 + $baristaskill*4>> dollars , and you even managed to exchange a few quick words with Rade during your shift. <<set $money to $money + 100 + $baristaskill*4>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $baristaskill += 2>> <<set $RadaRelationship += random(1, 3)>> [[Gather your things and leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $result == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice1.jpg" width="720"> After a moment of thought, you pick a generally suitable coffee, but miss the mark slightly on what the customer really wanted. They take a sip, look a little conflicted, but don’t make a scene. No tip, but no complaints either. By the end of your shift, you’ve earned <<print 40 + $baristaskill*3>> dollars , and you even managed to exchange a few quick words with Rade during your shift. <<set $money to $money + 40 + $baristaskill*3>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $baristaskill += 2>> <<set $RadaRelationship += random(1)>> [[Gather your things and leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $result == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/BaristaChoice1.jpg" width="720"> Confident in your choice, you prepare the coffee. The customer takes a sip, winces, and, though they pay, clearly leave unhappy. Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t count on a good paycheck this shift; at best, you’ll be lucky to avoid a fine. In the end, you earn <<print 40 + $baristaskill*2>> dollars , and you even managed to exchange a few quick words with Rade during your shift. <<set $money to $money + 40 + $baristaskill*2>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $baristaskill += 1>> <<set $RadaRelationship -= random(1, 3)>> [[Gather your things and leave|Afternoon]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SexRand <= 1>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand12.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand13.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand14.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand15.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand16.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand17.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but just as you're putting your supplies away in the utility closet, the guy immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you take in the scene before you. The dimly lit room, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap air fresheners, the soft give of the bed beneath you as you kneel on the floor—it's all unnervingly real. The man, still half-dressed, looks at you expectantly, his tentative hands cupping your head. You have only a split second to gather your courage before his cock touches your face. You exhale shakily, then take him into your mouth, nodding your head as gently as he requested. His skin tastes salty, and he shivers beneath you. One hand grips your long, light brown hair, tugging your head closer, pressing you against him. A strangled moan escapes you, rasping in your throat against him, but he's too focused on the wet warmth of your mouth and his twitching, tense cock. You feel him pulsate again, his grip tightening on your hair as you continue to slide your lips up and down his length. His breathing is ragged, shallow, and his hips twitch slightly as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. His fingers trace the back of your head, pressing harder, urging you lower and lower as he thrusts upward. "You... are great," he groans, his hips moving, setting the pace, pushing deeper into your throat. The scent of his skin is now sharp and musky, his sweat and something undeniably masculine filling the air. He burns you slightly with each touch of your lips, but you continue, your throat relaxing to take him in again and again. His muscles tense under your touch, his hips tremble, he's so close... a guttural groan escapes him, his fingers digging almost painfully into your hair, thrusting roughly into you. Your lips and tongue work instinctively, driven more by need than desire. His cock fills your mouth, stealing your last breath as he completely loses his rhythm, lowering himself and burying himself in your throat. You feel the heat before he comes, a thick, salty wave washing over you as he abruptly turns your head, driving his aching cock deeper. His low, guttural groan grows even more vulgar in his triumph as he spills the rest of himself down, his hips twitching as his orgasm soaks your tongue and hits the back of your throat. His free hand grabs your cheek, pushing, crushing your mouth to his until he comes. You keep him in your mouth, your throat working rhythmically to swallow every drop of his cum. Tears of humiliation sting your eyes, but you don't pull away, your nose pressed against his damp pubic hair. His chest rises heavily as he catches his breath, his hand letting go of your hair but still pressed to your cheek, controlling you. "Don't waste it," he says hoarsely, roughly shaking your head again to make sure every last drop gets down your throat. His flaccid cock pops out of your mouth with an obscene pop, saliva and cum dripping from his chin as he roughly pushes you back. You're lying on the floor at his feet, your mascara probably smudged, your lipstick ruined. "Damn, you look terrible," he smirks, pulling up his pants with one hand and absentmindedly playing with your tangled hair with the other. "Not so pretty now, huh?" You smile crookedly at his hurtful words, still struggling to breathe. However, he doesn't throw you away like a used masturbator, but helps you dry off and clean yourself up. When you're both dressed and ready, he recommends working on your breathing—doing more exercise.in the gym or running in the park [[You thank him, and you go your separate ways|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand12.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand13.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand14.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand15.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand16.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand17.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but as soon as you put your supplies away in the utility room, the guy immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. The guy immediately pulls your mouth to his open crotch, not caring about your comfort. His erection is at its peak, pulsing beneath your soft lips as he eagerly rubs the head against them. "This is my payment, darling. Show me your gratitude for my help," the man mutters, gently grabbing your hair to hold you in place. His other hand roughly cups your small breast through your blouse. You can smell stale beer and cigarettes mingling with his musky, masculine scent as he insistently presses you against him. He groans softly in satisfaction when you hesitate to comply, and slowly pulls your head closer. The thick, bulbous head of his cock pushes past your unruly lips, forcing your small mouth open. Salty liquid immediately splashes onto your tongue, and the sour scent hangs in the air as he penetrates deeper between your jaws. Your mouth stretches obscenely around his penetrating length, saliva already pooling as he descends into your throat with one aggressive thrust. He groans at the tight, squeezing heat of your gag reflex, sinking deeper onto his knees to muffle your muffled moans. "You're taking it like a good girl," he mumbles through ragged breaths, rough hands fisting your long hair as he lazily rolls his hips. The musky taste makes your face burn with shame, his bulging veins and throbbing cock hitting the top of your esophagus with each thrust. His free hand drops down again to caress your small breasts, pinching the thin fabric of your blouse, and his balls slap wetly against your chin with each sharp movement of his hips. Your nose buries in the coarse hair of his groin as his thick cock fills your entire upper jaw, its swollen tip pressing against your tonsils, as if determined to penetrate even deeper. His balls press against your drool-slicked chin, heavy and hot. The pungent scent of his musky flesh fills your nose and mouth, painting your delicate features crimson. He lets out a satisfied growl, pressing his crotch firmly against your face as his cock enters him completely. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, your nostrils flaring desperately as he begins to move in and out with shallow, grinding thrusts, causing those swollen lips to slither lustfully up and down your pretty face. "Fuck, you're taking this better than those desperate virgins crawling around here," he breathes into you. Your muffled sobs die down under his increasing breath. His heavy weight shifts slightly forward, causing his pubic bone to rub harder against your nose as he redoubles his efforts. A thick stream of drool drips from your chin as he rubs obscenely against your crotch, forcing that hard rod back into your clenched throat in long, filthy gulps. His grip on your hair becomes unyielding as his balls slap wetly against your flushed skin. A hoarse gasp escapes your blue lips, and his pelvis tightens sharply. With a guttural groan, hot, salty thrusts erupt from the roof of your mouth, saturating your entire sinuous cavity as he drills you to the point of penetration, causing every vein along his enraged cock to twitch with frantic thrust after thrust. "Fuck, drink it all."" Your throat works mechanically, involuntarily choking on each thick sip he pours into it. His hips buck furiously as sticky seed spills into your slit, stream after stream of it.His esophagus is compressed, his swollen head vibrating obscenely from his violent spasms. His coarse pubic hairs rub against your face, the sharp barb matching the brutal stench of unwashed male skin as he rides out his orgasm. The thick knots on his shaft continue to flex and twitch, leaking sporadic streams that slither lustfully down your bulging windpipe. His moans become shallow and rough, each muscular thrust causing his limp cock to hang loosely against your swollen, engorged lips. Thick, pearly strands begin to drip from the corner of your mouth as he gradually stills, his impressive weight now supported only by the fist tangled in your hair and his groin languidly rubbing against your wet face. Still wrapping your lips around his softening member, you froze in place as he lazily stroked himself, bringing him back to full hardness. The musky taste of his cum was already nauseatingly mixed with the bitter residue he hadn't let you digest, now thick, thick, thick, thick between your rubbing lips and burning after each release. "A true professional," he muttered, more to himself than to you. A rough finger ran across your tear-stained cheek before grabbing your swaying breast and shaking it obscenely. -Since you've been cleaning everything else so diligently - he taps the head of his cock a few times against your lips, swollen from the strain, silently urging you to work your tongue a little more. Taking a deep breath, swallowing the rest of his cum, you open your mouth and obediently begin to clean the remnants of his semen and your own saliva, removing them from his still-erect cock. The guy groans contentedly, and for a moment you think he'll start fucking your mouth again, but no... Having praised you for a job well done, he tucks his clean cock into his pants and leaves, leaving you alone. You straighten your clothes and, using the mirror in the room, somehow tidy up your face and hair. Sighing, you [[leave the room to get back to your business|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand12.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand13.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand14.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand15.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand16.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand17.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but as soon as you put your supplies away in the utility room, the guy immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. "That's it, take whatever you want," you moan obediently, watching from under half-closed eyes as he smirks and pulls his hardening cock out of his panties. His hand rests firmly on the back of your head, ready to push your face back into his lap. "Good little foreign slut," he hisses. He roughly yanks your head down, pressing your soft lips to his hard cock with a muffled groan. Your gentle fingers instinctively grip his hips, and you begin working him again, this time with a fierce, determined devotion—driven by self-preservation to fulfill his every desire. He lifts his hips sharply, groaning as he senses your eagerness to please. Now you wrap both hands around his cock, your chestnut hair flowing down your bare thighs like a cascade of silk as you lean forward hungrily. He grabs your hand and tugs roughly, setting the pace. The filthy, wet sounds of my greedy mouth attacking his swollen cock echo throughout the empty room, punctuated by his ragged breathing. His abs tense as he thrusts deeper into your throat, clearly pleased with how gracefully you adapt to such humiliation in such a short time. In the secluded warmth of the dorm room, drool drips from your stretched lips as you greedily suck on your apprentice-master's cock. With growing enthusiasm and fierce determination, you suck him off like a starved woman. Now he grinds his hips furiously, relishing in how deeply you're willing to take him, causing streams of tears to stream down your flushed cheeks. His hand slides under your jaw, his thumb pressing against your throat, challengingProtesting moans escape through your clogged windpipe as he mercilessly claims every cavity within you. The slaps of wet flesh fill the humid air, mingling with the wet sounds of his balls squelching against your chin. Each merciless thrust knocks the breath out of your nose, leaving you gasping desperately as he finally jerks you up to scream into his cheek. Your drool drips down your neck as he mockingly cradles your head. "Take that, you worthless toy," he growls, looking at your skin, sparks of arousal coursing through him. He slips his hand under your clothes again, roughly groping you as you helplessly suck on his neck. "Does it hurt already from all that swallowing? Poor baby." "He begins to furiously rub your pussy, causing random waves of pleasure and pain, stimulating your nerve endings and making your legs tremble incessantly and uncontrollably. At the same time, with his free hand, he continues to stroke his blazing cock. Very soon, you can't take it anymore, and orgasm overwhelms you. One moment, you were greedily kissing his neck, leaving hickeys, clutching his shoulders with your hands, and then—a flash, a wave of pleasure washes over you, and you lose consciousness for a few moments. When you come to, you're already sitting on the floor, grinning stupidly, feeling the guy's cum spread across your face and his dick slapping wetly against your forehead. - Good girl. Don't forget to clean up after yourself, - the guy coos, removing his dick and leaving you sitting in ecstasy. You spend some time collecting your thoughts. Reluctantly, you begin to tidy up first yourself, and then the room, removing all traces of your "gratitude" for his help. When you've cleaned everything up, you [[return to your life|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 3>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand9.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand11.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in such a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but as soon as you put your supplies in the utility room, the young man immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. The student helps you kneel on the thin hotel carpet. He strokes your long brown hair as you begin, carefully striking your pose. Your slender figure gracefully embraces the base. You look up at him meekly, the light playing softly on your face as you work. After a few minutes of skillful service, he moans pleasantly. "Very good," he sighs, gripping your hair a little tighter. " Just like that... Yes... Just like that, dirty Russian girl. Fuck..." He sways his hips slightly, growing more aroused with each second, thrusting deep into your throat. Gradually, keeping both hands on your head, he sets the rhythm. Up and down, in and out. A few minutes of his guidance pass before he cums, biting his lip hard and throwing his head back. As you swallow him, he leans back on the couch with a satisfied smile. He gently strokes your hair as you bring him to complete satisfaction, enjoying your intimate touches. "Not bad at all, you foreigners are something else. So eager to please." After resting for a bit, he seductively pats his knee. "Come here," he orders, leading you to his sofa. His hands explore your slender figure before stopping at your firm breasts. "I want to admire the view for a bit before I shove it back into your hot mouth," he grins, admiring you like prize cattle. He continues his greedy exploration, occasionally nibbling your shoulders and neck, relishing in how thoroughly he's possessed you in this secluded corner of the hostel. You shift awkwardly as he caresses and touches your ample curves, alternating shy modesty with barely noticeable signs of arousal. His rough fingers glide over your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt, playing with them like a musical instrument. He growls approvingly, responding to your body's unconscious reactions. Without further entreaty.He slides his hand under your clothes, caressing the soft skin of your stomach, and moves up to your chest. A hoarse moan escapes your lips as his thick fingers dig into your tender nipple, twisting it painfully until your face burns. He plays with your body for a while while you continue sucking. You've gotten used to his size and sensitive spots, so alternating between hickeys and licks of the head, skillfully bringing him to orgasm. He squeezes your left nipple harder than usual at the moment of orgasm, causing you to squeal and choke on the cum filling your mouth. He chuckles, watching and commenting on your sloppiness. Wiping his cock on your hair, he tucks it into his pants. Finally, he recommends cleaning up the mess, since this dirt, according to him, was not part of the deal. [[Clean up and tidy up|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 4>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but as soon as you put your supplies in the utility room, the young man immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. Allowing yourself to be led into the empty room, you quickly find yourself on the bed. His strong hands grip your wrists, and he settles between your spread legs. Although you assumed this was a mutually beneficial arrangement, he makes it clear who's in charge by roughly pushing your thighs apart, pressing himself against you. His weight presses down, his breath hot on your neck as he unbuttons your top with one hand. You feel his arousal, pressing insistently against your stomach, while his other hand explores your thigh, sliding under your shirt to caress the skin of your waist. He moves down to kiss along your collarbone, sucking sharply on the soft skin there, moving his hips, preparing you both for what's to come. The force of his thrusts throws your head back onto the pillow, the rough sheets scraping against your bare shoulders. One hand slides around your waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he lifts your leg to his thigh. The wetness of his forehead speaks of a tension that isn't entirely physical—in this moment, you're both an object to be used and a claimed accomplishment. "You taste like salt and rubber," he murmurs into your mouth, his hand groping between your bodies. His fingers work roughly, his thumb pressing hard against your bundle of nerves, until his gaze meets yours again, predatory and knowing. He doesn't ask if you're ready. He thrusts in whether you're ready or not. Your back arches involuntarily as he plunges inside you, a guttural sound escaping from his throat, equal parts satisfaction and demand. His free hand slides up your ribcage, rough palms scraping against your skin as he squeezes your breasts so hard they make stars explode behind your eyelids. He doesn't wait or let up—his hips set a brutal pace, the slap of flesh on flesh cutting off your ragged breath. The mattress creaks with his thrusts, sweat coating your skin in slick beads under his weight. His mouth finds yours again, his tongue pushing in as he moves, tilting your hips to hit that spot deep inside that sets your nerves on fire. You gasp under his kisses, your nails digging into his bare shoulders. He laughs, that smug, knowing sound, his pace becoming smooth as a piston as he seeks release. He grinds against you like an animal—all those rough, energetic thrusts that make your head sweat against the pillow. His rhythm falters as a guttural rasp escapes, his hips stilling as he roughly fills you. But he doesn't relent right away—you feel every pulse as his arousal pumps deep into your still-trembling cunt, his thrusts becoming short and choppy before fading completely. His chest rises against yours, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, his breaths shallow and raspy. Slowly, like a cat claiming its prey, he squeezes one last time, lunging vulgarly. Only after a full minute does he finally pull away enough to look down at you.with half-lidded dark eyes, faintly glowing in the dim light of the room. "Now that's the barter thing for me," his thumb almost mockingly rubs your bottom lip, as if savoring his victory. Kissing your forehead, he stands up, his cock slipping out of you, coated in a mixture of your wetness and his cum. Picking up some napkins, he wipes it away, then tosses them to you. Throwing on some clothes, he smiles and invites you to join him in the shower so they can continue. You shake your head in refusal, picking up the napkins. [[Get yourself ready and continue your day|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 5>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You clean the hostel quite quickly, and oddly enough, your productivity more than doubles. Perhaps this is because the young man who offered to help is in a hurry to get his reward. You end up cleaning even more than you planned, but as soon as you put your supplies in the utility room, the guy immediately pulls you by the hand into an empty room. You feel the smooth fabric of the worn sofa as he forces you onto all fours. His strong arms wrap around your slender waist as he presses himself against your ass, his hard cock pressed tightly against the curves of your backside. The young man slowly grinds against you, enjoying every movement, rocking his hips back and forth. "My girl likes curves in the right places," he growls in your ear. You feel an unbearable heat deep within him, his burning arousal pressing insistently against your soft folds from behind. Without further preamble, he pulls aside your short panties, and you gasp as his exposed length completely envelops your buttocks. The air is electric as he runs his fingers up and down the curves of your body, and with one decisive thrust, he enters you from behind. You gasp, losing your balance as a powerful shudder runs through your body, every sense on edge. His hands tighten around your waist, pressing you completely against him, and an intoxicating pulse of thrusts begins. His body is heated, his skin slick with effort, and the deep, audible breath from his lips is the only sound in the dim room besides the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. "You're so fucking tight... so incredibly tight," he groans, shifting the angle between your bodies. You reflexively arch, allowing him to enter even deeper, and he takes this as permission to pick up the pace. Every deliberate movement of his hips sends jolts through your body, the combined rhythm of their thrusts driving you both closer to the edge of release. Your slender body trembles as he moves faster, each powerful thrust sending a delicious shudder through your curvaceous figure. Now he doesn't hold back, pressing hard against you, completely dominating you from behind. You lean forward onto the cracked, lumpy surface of the old couch, taking him in completely as he grips your hips so tightly his fingers leave red marks on your alabaster skin. "Oh, fuck," he growls, slamming into you with primal urgency. The soft flesh of your ass jiggles hypnotically with each vigorous thrust, your chest heaving with your own momentum. His breathing becomes ragged and heavy, the slap of sweaty skin echoing loudly against the musty smell of discarded clothes and the musk of cheap upholstery. You scream in pleasure, your body struggling to adjust to his furious pace. The cheap spring mattress on the hostel bed beneath you creaks dangerously, unable to contain the pounding he's doing to you like a jackhammer. He reaches forward, wrapping a callused hand around your slender throat, squeezing lightly, using your body weight to push him deeper. His other hand slides to your front, deft fingers finding your heated core as waves of ecstasy begin to engulf you both. You moan lustfully, throwing your head back as he roughly massages your sensitive flesh, your swollen nipples brushing the flaking fabric of the couch arm with each desperate thrust. His ragged breath echoes off the waterlogged walls as he approaches climax, the muscles in his arms tensed and bulging from supporting you above you.With his restrained squirms, he slams into you with frantic, desperate force, his rough palm grinding against your flesh as you teeter on the edge. Your juices coat his thick length, the lustful squelching of flesh on flesh almost drowns out your cries of bliss. His grip on your throat tightens, your vision momentarily blurred by the rush of heat crashing onto your flesh. With one final thrust, deeper and harder than the last, he plunges to the hilt and stays there until you both reach boiling point. "God... so good," he says hoarsely, his breath ragged and furious, pressing against your neck. His hips spasm, so shallow and uneven, and then it comes—a white-hot flood of release. You arch your back, gasping as his thick cock twitches violently inside you, a stream of hot seed shooting straight to your deepest core. The feel of his pulse, still so deliciously buried, sends shivers through your exhausted, yet undeniably sated body. He shudders, his breathing becoming hoarse as he leans toward you, pressing your chest tightly against the worn pillows. Sweat trickles down his back, dripping onto your damp skin, leaving hot rivulets of tension there. Your breathing becomes short and ragged, everything inside you clenches, clinging to his flesh, an involuntary shudder of pleasure running through you with each powerful thrust of his cock. From all this intensity, your face burns, your body tingles, and every inch of your toned body feels exquisitely positioned beneath his motionless, pulsating body. You lie on the couch for a while longer, breathing heavily, catching your breath and coming to your senses. The guy recovers first; reluctantly, he gets up and brings you napkins and clothes. As he dresses, he watches you tidy yourself up. Running his hand over your face before leaving, he promises to be ready to help you the same way next time. [[Get tidied up and continue your day|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> <<if $SexRandScene <= 2>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand18.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand19.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand20.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand21.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand22.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand23.webp" width="720"> <</if>> As you clean, a couple more guys join you, and despite your protests, they ignore your words, jokingly dismissing them. Despite the number of them, the cleaning doesn't seem to speed up much. Most likely because the guys keep getting distracted by "accidentally" groping you or cuddle up to you while they're working. Eventually, they manage to clear the space, dragging you into a spare room without even bothering to put their equipment away. They line up before you, their erections thick and intimidating. The leader, a tall, muscular guy with short dark hair, smirks, running his fingers through your chestnut locks. "Look at you, what a fine foreign slut," he says dismissively, pressing the tip of his penis to your lips. The other two stroke their shafts, waiting their turn. You're kneeling on the plush carpet, your bare chest inches from their hips. The first guy suddenly grabs your hair, pulling your mouth down onto his throbbing cock. The guys giggle as you try to breathe through your nose, your tongue naturally wrapping around his thick shaft. Your breasts press against his muscular thigh, and he begins to gently rock your head back and forth. You're pressed so tightly against their strong limbs, surrounded by their hard cocks, ready to pierce your face. The leader thrusts his hips harder, squeezing you with each thrust, while his twin friends watch, clenching their fists in sync. You choke and gurgle, his cock pressed against the back of your throat, but tears roll down your face, flushed from the rough treatment, and you struggle to breathe through your nose. Your breasts rub against the first guy's smooth thigh, creating some friction from your heavy breathing and gagging. His free hand reaches down to roughly squeeze and twist your left nipple, while the twin next to him comes up behind you and grabs your ass, squeezing roughly. The third guy moves in to spit, lubricating himself, and positions himself so he can watch you being violated by his friends. "Looks like our little foreign toy will handle our onslaught without much trouble," he chuckles as their leader finally rams the last of his thick cock down your ravaged throat. He pulls back slightly to give you air, but one of the twins is already pushing in, his large hands on your head, pulling your face back down to his fresh cock. The salty taste of the leader's cum coats your tongue as you're forced to inhale the musky pubic area of this new stranger. The guys behind you move closer, guiding your hands, inserting their cocks into them, and, still squeezing your palms, begin to stroke them along the lengths of their shafts. You move from one cock to the other, their moans and sighs intensifying as orgasm approaches. The first man's cock pales in comparison to the thickness of his neighbor's cock, which he now pushes between your painted lips, replacing the other's shaft with his own swollen tip. The dark-haired leader pulls out with a lustful pop, his precum and saliva lubricating the entrance for his replacement. You gag at the sudden switch, the second twin's girth stretching your jaw. The leader guides the second twin's shaft all the way down your throat, holding you still as your face is buried inches in a column of young flesh. The guy on the other side leans down, roughly groping your breasts as you gasp, spitting rivulets of saliva around their fucking phalluses. They work in rhythm, one bro roughly taking the other's place, using your mouth as a still-wet, warm hole for his cock to fit so nicely and comfortably. A thick trickle of drool hangs in the air as one of them pulls back, letting you gasp pathetically as the second slaps his heavy balls against your wet chin, his large cockhead pounding against your wet lips. Your knees slide across the carpet as you rock weakly between them, so far down the road of rape that you barely wince as coarse pubic hairs brush against your nose. "Oh, look, she's drooling," one of them says. The musky scent of their sweaty bodies envelops you as the third guy pushes his cock between your chapped lips. Tears flow like a river as this muscle-bound bro begins to fuck your face with the full length of his cock, completely cutting off your breath for terrifying moments. The second guy finally cums, covering your face with his warmth. His hot cum drips down your forehead and floods your pupils. The third guy chuckles, squeezing and tugging your sensitive nipples while his other hand pushes your face down onto the base of his cock, holding the back of your head pressed against his lower abdomen as he floods your esophagus with his cum. When he releases you, he steps aside. You gulp greedily and cough, but the leader doesn't give you a break. Quickly taking the vacant spot and pushing his cock into your empty mouth, he begins to fuck you, using your hair as handles to control the depth of his penetration. You cough, but it only amuses him; he doesn't even think about pulling out. On the contrary, he enjoys the additional stimulation the walls of your throat provide to his head as your body tries to push the foreign object out. His movements become more abrupt and rapid, he growls, pulling you harder onto his cock, but instead of filling your insides like his friend, he pulls out at the last moment, sending streams of thick cum all over your face. "Exemplary cocksucker!" they laugh, high-fiving each other. They're disgusted to touch you, sitting on the floor, covered in their cum, trying to catch your breath. They wipe their dicks on your blouse, then go off to the kitchen for a beer, leaving you alone. You spend half an hour getting yourself together. Having tidied up after yourself, you realize you could use a [[shower|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand18.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand19.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand20.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand21.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand22.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand23.webp" width="720"> <</if>> As you clean, a couple more guys join you, and despite your age,They ignore your words, laughing it off. Despite the number of them, the cleaning doesn't seem to speed up much. Most likely because the guys keep getting distracted by "accidentally" touching you or cuddle up to you while they're working. Eventually, they still manage to tidy the space, immediately dragging you into a spare room, not even bothering to put their equipment away. They roughly grab your hair, pressing their hard cocks to your mouth. The musty smell of unwashed male bodies fills your nostrils. One guy, the tallest, with shaggy brown hair, unceremoniously plunges his thick cock into your throat, cutting off your air. His hips thrust forward sharply, penetrating deeper. The other two start laughing, slapping their cocks against your face. You feel someone's hand grip your light brown hair, pulling your head back so that your erect cock slips from your mouth with an obscene pop. Tears stream down, smearing your eyeliner. "Open wider, darling," the shaggy-haired guy sneers, returning his hand to your head. He slams into your tender mouth again, choking you again, my breasts pressed against his bare thighs as I kneel before them. You gasp between thrusts, drool and precum dripping down your chin. The shaggy guy growls in pleasure, rapidly moving his hips, while his friends grunt, appreciating the depraved performance. "Here it is," one of the pockmarked men mumbles. " Take his big cock." Hands caress your firm ass and breasts while the gang fucks your face, turning you from a passive recipient into their shared plaything. Your nose rubs against the coarse pubic hair. The pockmarked man pulls your tits up and jerks his cock between them, squeezing the tender flesh as the sound of slapping skin echoes throughout the cramped room. The third guy yanks your head out of the main restroom to jerk his throbbing cock against your parted lips. All pretense of a consensual "blowjob" is lost in the animalistic grunting. A wheeze escapes your swollen throat as one thick cock slams into you again and again. "Come on, bitch, catch it!" he chuckles, pockmarked, seconds before releasing a hot stream of cum straight down your throat. Sour seed clogs your airways, your brown eyelashes flutter as tears run down the dirt on your face. The other two men jerk faster against your tear-stained skin. Two pairs of balls slap loudly beneath your jaw, so swollen and taut with cum that you feel the vibrations in your mouth. Without warning, they both cum in sync—one filling your mouth, the other spilling crisscrossing streams of cum onto your lips. Their moans are pure ecstasy from the lustful act of double ejaculation. Your throat throbs as you try to swallow, but the viscous liquid only pools between your swollen lips and under your chin. The three laughing men make no attempt to pull away, riding out the final throes of orgasm. Their thick hands linger on your throbbing head, their nails gently scraping through your greasy hair, relishing the feeling of your unruly throat clenching around their descending tools. "God, that was a good load," the tall one croaks, giving one last shallow thrust to coax the last pitiful drop onto your tongue. His fingers wiggle painfully in your light brown locks. "Wash us, whore, as if we've given you pleasure." All three jerk their limp cocks against your saliva-slicked lips. The mixed scent of cum and male sweat makes your stomach clench. Still, they pinch your nostrils until you automatically suck in the vile appendages still resting on your chin. The gang savors your futile struggle against the invasive cocks, laughing at your stifled sobs. "Pathetic," the shaggy guy chuckles, pushing his shriveled cock deeper into your esophagus. I thought this bitch was such a great cleaner... A thick stream of regenerated sperm lands on the root of your tongue. The third brute yanks your hair, slamming your skull against his reviving cock. Your tongue strains. Your watery eyes are cross-eyed and your throat is tight, but you pull yourself together and finish the "cleaning" so you can finish it quickly and "pay" the guys for their "help," no matter how crappy it was. Having gotten their way, they quickly leave, forgetting about you as they step into the room, leaving you alone on your knees. You sigh, dry yourself off, and tidy yourself up, realizing that [[you still have to clean up the equipment left outside the room|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 3>> <<if $SexRandScene <= 2>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand28.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand27.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand26.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand25.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand24.webp" width="720"> <</if>> The guy who offered to help you quickly drops off, citing urgent matters, clearly losing interest in cleaning, or deciding it's clearly not worth it. You don't pay much attention, especially when a young woman, a fellow student like you, joins you after a while. You skillfully and quickly clean the hostel, exchanging short remarks and small talk. We sweep the last cobwebs from the corners before locking the narrow door behind us. The musty room smells of old carpet and disinfectant, lit only by the harsh glow filtering through the thin curtains. Without a word, you sink onto the sagging mattress while she straddles you, guiding your hands to unbutton her wrinkled blouse. "Here," she murmurs, breathing warmly in your ear as her small, firm breasts brush your face. You fumble with the clasp of her bra as she arches her back, a soft moan escaping you as your first clumsy strokes find her hard nipples. Her calloused fingers tangle in your hair as she rocks her jeans-clad pussy against yours, the frayed zipper creating delicious friction. She rips your collared shirt, buttons flying off and scattering across the carpet. Your breasts pop out into the cool air, hardening your nipples as her greedy mouth devours one. The roughness of your clothing scrapes your bare chest as she licks and sucks your swollen nipple. Her hand slides under your skirt, rough fingertips skimming your soaked panties as she grinds her clothed pussy against your inner thigh. Sounds fill the tiny room—her wet moans, her ragged breathing. She lifts your skirt at the waist, tearing your panties with a desperate tug. "Fuck," she hisses, spreading your legs wider and running her thumb over your dripping slit. She bites your neck hard as she roughly enters you, two thick fingers plunging deep without warning. Your back arches off the mattress, your nails digging into her hollow collarbone, and the sudden fullness takes your breath away. Her rough palm rubs against your swollen clit as she plunges her rough fingers inside you, each guttural curse from her lips causing your hips to rise off the filthy bed. The cramped room reeks of sex and sweat, your juices splattering against the cheap linoleum as she touches you with bruising force. She pulls her top completely off, the dim light illuminating her small but firm breasts as she leans down to capture your mouth in a messy, bruising kiss. "God, you like being used like this, don't you?" she growls against your lips, her other hand roughly massaging your aching breast. Her pussy grinds against your thigh, your jeans damp with arousal as she thrusts her fingers deeper and deeper. Your entire body trembles, your vaginal walls clenching around her thrusts, and the mattress creaks in protest beneath you. Her hips jerk desperately as she caresses you, hot and merciless, her jeans hiked high as she grinds her wet cunt against your bare thigh. Her tits bounce as she sways, her nipples rubbing against your collarbone. Her breath comes in hot, ragged gasps into your ear, curses woven into moans as she loses herself. "I'm going to..." she croaks, mercilessly slamming her whole hand into your dripping pussy. Your back arches sharply, your ass lifting off the stained mattress as she thrusts deep into you one last time. She collapses onto your sweaty body with an animalistic moan, roughly pushing her fingers between your supple lips as her other hand plunges two into her jeans-clad entrance, working furiously, even as she watches your juices drip onto your trembling belly. You lie sprawled across the sweaty sheets, your abdominal muscles straining in orgasm, your fingers trapped in her gaping hole, a clenched fist deep in her hand as she sways her hips. Her weight pins you to the threadbare blanket, her hard nipples rubbing against your sticky chest every time she jerks her hand in her filthy crotch. She groaned.She mumbles incoherent syllables into your tangled hair, her blunt nails digging into your thigh in crescent shapes as she comes with frantic, slapping thrusts. Her cunt grinds against your leg between ragged breaths, the only sound other than her guttural moans a steady, sliding squelch. Her breasts roll over your heaving chest as she bounces on your hand, the muscles of her neck straining with each shuddering moan. She sighs, reaching for her orgasm. Her body shakes, and she bites hard into your collarbone, leaving teeth marks on your skin. When she releases, she collapses next to you, hugging you and breathing heavily. You lie like that for a while, entwined in kissing and bliss. She helps you get up, comb your hair, and tidy yourself up, and you reciprocate. Before parting, you kiss and promise each other to [[repeat again|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand28.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand27.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand26.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand25.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/HostelCleanRand24.webp" width="720"> <</if>> The guy who offered to help you quickly backs off, citing urgent matters, clearly losing interest in the cleaning, or deciding it's clearly not worth it. You don't pay much attention, especially when a girl offers the same help some time later. You agree, hoping this might mean a new connection. Together, you finish cleaning the dorm's common areas. A group of students leaves for the night, and she pulls you into a small, empty storage room next to the washing machines. Inside, she leans back against a stacked shelf of bed linens, spreading her legs invitingly. Her smile flickers in the light of the bulb. "Come on, darling," she says, tilting your head down. "Show me your gratitude for your help." Despite your shyness, your hands rise to wrap around her waist, supporting her as you lower yourself. Her arousal greets you. Her flesh gives way—slick warmth pulsates beneath your tongue. A soft moan escapes your cleaning lady's lips as she enjoys it. She shudders at the pressure, her fingers tangling in your hair. Your inexperienced tongue traces vague patterns, but the general idea is correct. She guides your head further, lifting it toward your face in slow, sensual waves. Her legs are spread wider, draped over your shoulders, making it clear exactly what she's waiting for. Her musky scent fuels your enthusiasm—any doubts vanish as she begins to pant. "I wanted you to start sooner…" she whispers hotly and brokenly, pressing herself insistently against you. She abruptly pulls your head forward as you concentrate. The vibrations of her satisfaction hum straight from her core, straight to your soft lips. Your hands move to her hips, your nails digging into them to maintain your balance as you continue to service your grateful assistant. She moans louder, more insistently, arching her back against the shelves, pushing deeper. The metal groans, the bottles clink behind her, but she pays no attention, completely absorbed in the mounting pleasure. Your tongue glides over her quickly, precisely, eliciting ever-higher, shuddering cries from her lungs. Her walls contract and relax rhythmically. Her other hand moves between her legs, fingers rubbing furiously in circles while simultaneously pressing your head against her. Her breathing becomes ragged, her skin damp with sweat and tension. Your muscles tense as she rocks and moves ever more frantically, her climax approaching. With a final, trembling breath, she shudders violently beneath you. Her nails claw at your scalp, almost violent in their intensity, as waves of release crash over her. She grinds shamelessly against your face, your mouth completely closed over her pulsing cleft as you taste every hot ripple. Her juices flow freely, gliding through the air and leaving double marks on your chin and neck. A stream of curses escapes her swollen lips—something filthy about how good you are, how desperately you lick her, your name mixed with demands to never stop. She pulls you closer, deeper, squeezing a hoarse moan through clenched teeth as she rides the thrusts of pleasure, her hips still rocking softly in measured ease. Finally, exhausted, she releases you, legs shaking,With a heavy chest and dilated pupils. A light sheen of sweat covers her flushed face, her tangled blonde hair framing pink lips, curled into a satisfied smirk. She slowly runs two fingers over your swollen lips, then, with a dirty grin, shoves them into her mouth, tasting herself with obvious satisfaction. "Fuck," she breathes, sliding down the shelves to pull you toward her onto the stained linoleum, where you're tangled in a tangle of limbs. First, she removes her soaked panties, then her tight shorts, which she casually discards. "You're a quick learner," she says hoarsely, pressing her bare thighs against yours, the wet heat between her thighs palpable through her skirt. One hand grabs your ass, squeezing it roughly, while the other slides up your back to dig into the hair at the base of your scalp, tugging with such force that a sweet spark of pain arises. "We'll play again sometime, darling!" She kisses you on the lips. Lingeringly, lingeringly, their tongues intertwining. Then she straightens your clothes, slaps your bottom, and runs off, not forgetting to wink goodbye. You smile confusedly, unsure how to react. Perhaps this was [[not your worst experience|Hostel][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Random <= 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome.webp" width="720" > <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome1.webp" width="720" > <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome2.webp" width="720" > <</if>> <<if $RadaT == 0>> Rada opens the door for you and invites you inside. Inside, the apartment is quite well-kept and tidy, and moderately furnished. It's obvious that people live here. She grabs a few snacks and leads you to her room, where she shoves a sandwich into your hands and nods her head toward the bed, sitting down in a chair at the desk where she has a laptop, notebooks, and what appear to be books or textbooks. - Okay, girl, what do you want to do while we have some free time? - she asks, picking up the remote and turning on some soft music in the background. [[Listen, I don't want anything specific... I just came to relax, get away from the daily grind, and unwind|RadaHouse][$RadaT to 1]] [[Let's learn how to apply makeup and everything else|RadaHouse][$RadaT to 2]] [[I want to learn how to make delicious coffee, like you!|RadaHouse][$RadaT to 3]] <<return "Sorry, I'm a bit tired, let's do this another time" >> <<elseif $RadaT == 1>> - And you, you scoundrel, decided that taking advantage of my hospitality and wasting MY time was the best option? - She asks with mock anger, placing her hands on her hips. - A fair decision, I must say. You're following in my footsteps, my dear. Just a little more and I'll let you kiss my footprints. <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome.webp" width="720" > You spend a few hours chatting about various things, and unexpectedly, the conversation turns to books, and Rada shows you her small collection of books stored on her shelves. Her small library, much to your surprise, contains works by various authors in various languages. Although she says she hasn't read some of them yet or knows them poorly, you understand that she at least speaks Russian, English, German, and French well enough to read classic literature in the original. Rada quotes her favorite passages from books or phrases from memory in the original languages, providing translations if needed. This is usually always necessary. You spend the evening in this conversation. Taking a break from her books, she glances at her watch and snarls, warning you that Leonard should be back soon, urging you to leave. [[You say goodbye and leave, having learned a lot|Night][$intellect += random (2)]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> Very quickly, the conversation turns to one of Rada's favorite topics – gossiping about the townspeople. You can't help but realize that she thinks about almost everyone, and you're amazed by the circle of her acquaintances and the breadth of her connections. She knows almost everyone, or at least everyone "worth something," in the city and the College, and isn't the least bit shy about discussing their actions or expressing her opinions on them. You try to gently steer the conversation away or make it clear to Rada that you're not interested in gossip, but she only brushes it off, delving deeper and retrieving some piquant details from her memory that make your ears turn red. However, a few hours later, she remembers that her father is due home soon, which sours her mood, and she quickly helps you pack and leave. [[You say goodbye and leave, having learned a lot|Night][$social += random (2)]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome1.webp" width="720" > Rada pulls out fashion magazines, simultaneously opening her laptop and turning on TikTok and YouTube, showing off beautiful looks and figuring out which one would suit you best. Together with you, she combs through the pages of nearby stores, looking at outfits online, uploading them to her pre-created 3D model to see how they would look. She especially enjoys coming up with daring looks, and of course, she's not just focused on herself, devoting equal time to experimenting with you. A couple of hours later, she practically makes a shopping list of cosmetics, dresses, and other things, vowing to somehow save up enough money to go to the mall to pick out outfits in person. [[You promise to come up with something, and in the meantime, get ready and leave, not wanting to cross paths with her father|Night][$beauty += random (3)]] <</if>> <<elseif $RadaT == 2>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHome1.webp" width="720" > Rada approaches the matter thoroughly - she turns on the light, sits you down at the table in front of She looks at the lighted mirror and takes out her makeup kit. Among all this variety, you recognize a couple of eyeshadow palettes, nail polish sets, and several packaged masks.Well, maybe eyeliners, mascaras, lipsticks... Basically, the little things. Your friend starts putting together looks for you, explaining in detail the rules of makeup application, color combinations, and other little things you've never thought about before. She talks about how to highlight or matte your skin, and why you should do it at all. She clearly demonstrates the differences between different eyebrow shapes and eyeliner, demonstrating which ones suit you best. She spends several hours hammering the foundation into you, while applying light makeup. By the time you're done, you don't recognize yourself in the mirror. She hands you a few cheap toiletries, telling you to practice removing your makeup before bed, promising to check on your progress in the morning at the Café. [[You thank her, because it's much more than you bargained for|Night][$beauty += 3]] <<elseif $RadaT == 3>> "Making delicious coffee isn't that hard," she says, leading you into the kitchen where the coffee machine is. "The taste depends on your skill, the beans you use, and, if you lack skill, on the coffee machine if you can't operate it properly. Come on, write it down and start making it. I'll tell you how it's all done here. You stand at the coffee machine, and she begins explaining everything in detail, from the machine's design to the drink preparation charts. Ultimately, she tasks you with making her something of your choice, while also giving you a little more theoretical background. <<set $variable to random(9)>> <<if $variable == 0>> - If a customer asks for something not too strong with milk, but still wants the taste of coffee without the bitterness, you can make them a regular Americano, just don't forget to dilute it with milk. - She explains, sharing her experience communicating with local coffee lovers. <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> - If a customer wants coffee with a bright, tart aftertaste, you can add some of those damn fizzy pops to their Americano, or go to the warehouse and make them filter coffee using a Chemex. "We just need lightly roasted beans, okay?" she explains, sharing her experience with local coffee lovers. <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> - If a customer confuses us with a beer bar and wants a lot of coffee to get drunk on, just make an Americano. They want impact and quantity, not a sophisticated taste.- She explains, sharing her experience with local coffee lovers. <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> - Sometimes they ask for something like a latte. Personally, I make a flat white then. It has less milk, and the coffee flavor comes out better. Suitable for those who have already embarked on the path to normal drinks but still continue to suckle in secret from mommy. - Rada grimaces, showing her attitude towards half measures. <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> - It's summer, so people will often ask for something cold and refreshing. Even more often - without milk. Make Cold Brew. I swear, if I see you make an iced Americano, I'll shove two ice cubes up your ass and watch you squirm, realizing your mistake! - Rada warns you, wagging her finger and still smiling. <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> - I don't know who started this trend, probably the Italian students who come here to study, just like you. They've screwed half the hostel, otherwise I can't understand why there are so many orders for "coffee like in Italy." - Rada winces, tapping her fingers on the countertop. - Remember, in cases like this, you should make espresso. Pure. Natural. Cappuccino is fine in the morning, but it has its own tricky timing and recipe, so just make espresso. <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> - There are a couple of people who confuse coffee with soda or milkshakes. They ask for something sweet, smooth... - She snorts - We recently stocked up on syrups especially for them. Your choice is caramel. The base is latte; they won't appreciate strong drinks anyway. So caramel latte is just right. Of course, you can make a raf, but I recommend a latte—less chance of making a mistake. <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> - Someone recently ordered me decaf... - Rada sighs - And you know what? I kind of resigned myself to it... I didn't even give him regular water, or spit it out, or wipe it with a rag; I just made an Americano with decaf. Actually, any decaf will do, but it's easier to make an Americano. One thing worries me... what's next? Milk without milk? Sex without a partner? The damn plastic world is winning... <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> - Remember - Raf is an abbreviation of the name of the drink's creator, Raphael. The coffee itself is an espresso-based drink with whipped cream and vanilla sugar mixed into the pitcher. - Rada licks her lips - There are many ways to make Raf, you can experiment with flavors. And although I'm not a big fan of saccharine and sweet coffee, I like Raf. Probably because of its strong base, you know? I probably sound like an old woman... <</if>> <<if $variable == 9>> - If they ask for coffee that won't interfere with sleep, I have a personal request: brew chicory. - Rada laughs. - My older brother stayed in Russia, we keep in touch, see each other sometimes. Well, he served in the army, as required, and he told me they were given chicory instead of coffee, as a replacement, an alternative, to drink it and stand guard or do other night duty. According to him, this crap never helped, and they fell asleep peacefully even under a lethal dose. So take advantage of it. <</if>> She helps you make the drink you're discussing, and you sample it, discussing your own impressions and sharing other stories from your lives. Eventually, she encourages you, saying it's time to go, and you agree with her. <<if $baristaskill >= 21>> [[You thank her and get ready|Night][$intellect += 1; $baristaskill += random (3)]] <<else>> And even though you didn't learn anything new, you still had a good time! [[You thank her and get ready|Night][$intellect += 1; $social+= random (1)]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $Random == 4>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHouseSexRand.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHouseSexRand1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHouseSexRand2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHouseSexRand3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaHouseSexRand4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Peeking through the half-open door, your gaze involuntarily fixates on what unfolds before you on the bed. You see Radara's muscular ass clench as he thrusts deeper into her. The wet slaps of their skin echo throughout the bedroom. She grips the plush pillows tightly, muffling her moans with soft whimpers as his thrusts become more forceful. Rada's long tail sways from side to side. Her partner's breathing becomes heavy and hoarse, his hands reaching out to grip her hips tightly. Their movements are in perfect harmony, even the occasional soft, obscene utterances that an observer outside could hear. Neither of them noticed how overly absorbed you were in the pleasure of their intercourse. You stand frozen by the doorframe, mesmerized and slightly indignant at the sight before you. Rada's face is turned away, exposing her cheek as she presses herself into the mattress, but her eyes are now open—albeit glassy with intense pleasure. She acknowledges your presence and acknowledges the situation with a slight smirk. Instead of pushing him away or interrupting their encounter, she lifts her head slightly, continuing to receive his steady, powerful thrusts, and looks directly at you, silently inviting you in. Edward (her boyfriend) is clearly oblivious to you, his hands clasped around her hips, his eyes tightly closed. Sweat trickles down his muscular back as he tenses further, seemingly oblivious to anything but the slick heat beneath him. From your angle, you can see how thick and long he is, completely enveloped by her. Rada, still caught up in Edward's rhythm, manages to smirk at you without missing a beat. She shifts her hips slightly, causing both her and Edward to shudder, eliciting a feral growl from her boyfriend. You hear her breath hitch as she casts another knowing glance at you, her restrained energy undiminished even by her lover's relentless thrusts. Edward grows louder in his efforts, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin intensifying, driven by the depths of pleasure. He grunts again, a stream of rough, muffled curses that make Rada bite her lower lip and turn away, closing her eyes in shameless debauchery. Her face freezes on yours for a moment, relishing the mutual gaze of someone sharing the intimacy of the moment but not participating in it personally. You stand transfixed by the obscene spectacle before you. Edward's pace has become almost frantic, his muscular body tensing and relaxing in powerful, rhythmic thrusts. He moves deeper, enjoying the slick heat below, driven to the brink of orgasm. Rada looks at you. When EdwardShe thrusts harder, approaching climax, her long fingers spreading across the white sheets of her bed. She tries not to make a sound, savoring the moment of shared transgression between you, but her pleasure is evident in the arch of her back and the slightly parted lips. Your subtle arousal at witnessing this is now palpable; you unconsciously raise your hands to your hips, torn between the desire to escape and the desire to stay to see them complete what you saw. As Edward enters his girlfriend, the muscles of his back tense powerfully, and the tendons in his neck tighten. You notice him approaching release, his breathing turning into short, rough growls. Rada doesn't take her eyes off you, and a shy, daring smile appears on her face. Edward plunges into her to the hilt, burying himself completely inside her. She shudders as his grip on her hips tightens, his cock throbbing violently. Edward doesn't stop, driving himself to the finish with relentless intensity. With one final, primal thrust, he groans loudly, his muscles tensing as his hips jerk forward repeatedly, squirting powerful jets of cum deep into Radar's clenching pussy. Your skin burns with heat—both from what you see and from the way Edward grips Radar tightly, riding out his orgasm while Radar takes everything he has to offer. [[You rush to leave, not wanting to explain yourself to Edward after everything you've seen|Evening][$promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $Random == 5>> <img src="img/Rada/RadaClosed.jpg" width="720"> You knock on the door a few times, but no one opens. Putting your ear to the door and listening, you realize you can't hear anyone inside. After trying a couple more knocks and glancing at the unlit windows, you shrug, realizing it's foolish to waste any more time here. Perhaps I should go back and do something else while I still have the strength and the sun hasn't set completely. [[Back to Town|Evening][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $CCPaulaR == 0>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/CCPaulaSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/CCPaulaSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/CCPaulaSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/CC/CCPaulaSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You approached the door of Paula's assigned classroom when you heard some noise and quiet voices. When you carefully peeked around the corner, you saw Mark and Paula, who was already kneeling in front of him, her blouse unbuttoned. Mark was rubbing the tip of his penis over her lips, and Paula looked agitated and displeased. Standing outside the classroom door, you pressed yourself against the cold wall, trying not to make a sound. Come on, sweetheart, open your mouth... You promised to be obedient, Mark said softly. "Mark, someone might come in…" Paula sobs quietly, her voice trembling. "No one's coming this early, relax." Mark just chuckles. You hear Paula lick his cock hesitantly, her breathing ragged. You hear a soft, wet sound, followed by a muffled moan from Paula. ""Not so fast, Mark…"" she whispers, but he already has his hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her forward. "You know how I like it, baby. Do it for me. - His voice is low and insistent. You press closer to the wall, trying not to betray your presence with even the slightest whisper of breath. Mark continues to insist, his fingers entwining in Paula's chestnut hair, gently but firmly guiding her movements. You hear Paula try to protest, but her words are drowned out by Mark's low moan as she takes him deeper. Wet, intermittent sounds fill the silence of the hallway, and you notice Paula's shadow trembling slightly—her shoulders tense, her back arched in discomfort. Mark moves closer, his voice becoming more commanding and demanding. "That's it, baby, deeper... you want to please me, right?" You hear Paula try to pull away, but he holds her in place, his fingers tightening in her hair. She makes a soft, strangled sound, almost like a sob, but Mark doesn't seem to notice. "Stop acting up, we agreed," he says, almost whispering, but his tone is impatient. You freeze, feeling the cold of the wall penetrate the thin fabric of your clothes as you watch them. Paula tries to pull away, her hands coming up to gently push his hips away, but Mark only tightens his grip on her head. "Don't be stubborn," he whispers, and you hear his voice shake with excitement. Paula's shadow shakes her head, her shoulders shaking, and you notice a tear roll down her cheek, glistening in the dim light. You watch Mark lean closer, his shadow completely obscuring Paula, and you hear him say, "You know I like it when you resist a little…" His voice is low, almost playful, but there's a dangerous confidence in his words. Paula tries to speak, but her words turn into a muffled moan as he shifts his hips, forcing her to take him even deeper. You notice her fingers digging into his jeans, trying to find purchase, but he doesn't let her retreat. You hear Paula's breathing become increasingly ragged, almost gasping, as Mark continues to gently but relentlessly move her head in time with his thrusts. His fingers tighten in her hair, and you notice Paula trembling—her shoulders shaking, her back arching with tension. Mark growls softly, "That's it... almost... don't stop." You see Paula try to pull away, her hands pressing weakly against his hips, but he only presses her closer, his movements becoming faster, more insistent. Mark tenses, his shoulders falling back, his fingers digging into Paula's hair even harder. He lets out a low, strangled groan, and you hear Paula try to cough, her body shaking as she tries to catch her breath. Mark doesn't let go of her right away, holding her there for a few seconds until his breathing evens out. Paula pulls away, her hand coming up to wipe her mouth, her shoulders still shaking slightly. She lets out a soft sob, and you hear Mark say, "Well, see? It wasn't so bad." You continue to stand motionless, listening for every sound from behind the door. Paula clears her throat, herHis voice trembled with stifled tears: "You promised to be more gentle..." Mark laughs quietly, buttoning his pants. "And you've been a good girl, haven't you? Now go get yourself ready—your get-together will start soon." You hear Paula rise, her steps hesitant, as if she's about to trip. Mark's shadow turns to the window; he straightens his shirt and runs his hand through his hair, completely calm. Not wanting to risk being caught, which would clearly create a misunderstanding between you, you decide to leave quietly - you've had enough worries for today, and you certainly can't look at Paula's face today, imagining every time [[her boyfriend's penis|Night][$promiscuity += 2]] penetrate her lips <<elseif $CCPaulaR == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/studing.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/studing1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/studing2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> Paula leads you into a small room inside the community center. The room is brightly lit, several tables are pushed together, and at them, among scattered books and notebooks, laptops and textbooks, sit college students, discussing either homework or extracurricular activities. As you soon learn, most of them earn extra money during the summer by teaching tutoring for applicants hoping to take the internal exam, and now they are preparing study materials and discussing among themselves what background to provide to future students. Paula introduces you, seating you among them. You're initially timid, but quickly become immersed in the process, realizing you've been given a unique opportunity to attend a paid course for free, albeit in a limited format. You dive into the discussions, quickly taking notes and annotating the material in a borrowed notebook. Preparation continues for several hours, well into the night. Eventually, you leave, having cleaned up after yourselves. Paula closes your audience, and you with her. [[Exit Community Center|Night][$intellect += 2]] <<elseif $CCPaulaR == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/DnD.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/DnD1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/DnD2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> Paula She leads you into a small room inside the community center. The room is brightly lit, several tables are pushed together, and behind them, her friends, already dressed and transformed, sit in fantasy costumes. They quickly introduce you to the game, explaining the rules and gently immersing you in their long-running game, with one interaction after another that relaxes you and encourages your interaction with them. You quickly become immersed in the process, within an hour demanding to be addressed as Verdinduel, an elven archer in the service of an adventuring party. The game captivates you, and you, like everyone else, don't notice how time flies. The center staff interrupts your game, announcing the impending closing. You return to reality, reluctantly cleaning up the mess and sharing your impressions. After closing your account, you leave the community center in a crowd. [[After saying goodbye, you promise to come again|Night][$social += 2]] <<elseif $CCPaulaR == 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/sewing.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/sewing1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/sewing2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> Paula She takes you to a small room inside the community center. The room is brightly lit, several tables are pushed together, and fabric, scissors, and other materials and tools are laid out on them. People around the tables are joking, arguing, and busy with their own chores—sewing or cutting cosplay costumes of their favorite characters to the sound of music playing on a speaker. Paula sits you down next to her and explains in detail what she's doing, leading by example, effortlessly drawing you into the process. You help her with small tasks, intrigued by the patterns and sketches of the intended final product. The girl explains that they're preparing for an occasional cosplay competition, while others are preparing costumes for personal projects or role-playing with a partner. In any case, they're doing what they love, and they're happy to share it with you. When the community center closes, you all clean up your workspaces to lock the classroom and gradually go your separate ways. [[You discuss Paula's plans for a while before you go your separate ways|Night][$handiwork += 2]] <<elseif $CCPaulaR == 4>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/cosplay.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/cosplay1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/cosplay2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> Paula leads you into a small room inside the community center. The room is brightly lit, and tables and chairs are pushed into the corners to create a clear space in the center. The students present are loudly discussing their upcoming performances, a good half of them in their cosplay costumes. Paula introduces you and then runs off to change. New music starts, and one of the girls, in her costume, steps to the center to perform a short dance and show off a few moves. The other participants in this event actively comment on her performance and offer their opinions, trying to improve her "role-play" or correct her moves. Paula returns in costume just in time for her tune to begin. She energetically dances a full dance, then demonstrates several pre-rehearsed positions. After listening to her share of criticism and advice, she approaches you to discuss the upcoming performance and her own preparations. You exchange remarks, then comment on others' performances, one word leads to another, and eventually they turn on the music for you, and to a burst of applause, you're pushed to the center, encouraged to do something. Blushing, you remember dance lessons from what seems like a past life, when you went to a dance class back in school, earning a din of boos and applause. Even more embarrassed, you hear that you, too, should start preparing your own costume and act. [[Ultimately, you are kicked out of the closing community center|Night][$beauty += 2]] <<elseif $CCPaulaR == 5>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/CC/plaing.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/plaing1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/plaing3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Paula takes you to a small room inside the community center. The lights are dim, and a projector suspended from the ceiling, connected to a console, projects the game onto a white wall, allowing everyone to see the action in detail. Two players are battling it out in a fighting game, seated close to the screen, amidst shouts and comments from everyone. The championship title is at stake, and the playoffs of a mini-tournament they hold from time to time have already begun. Paula explains that they sometimes gather here for a casual game or to watch movies. The tournament final is being played today, so passions are running high. Some are even placing bets on the eventual winners. Paula herself admits that she was eliminated in the quarterfinals. You settle into soft chairs, munching popcorn and watching the colorful battles. Even though you don't understand everything, the vividness of the battles helps you stay engaged, and the shared sighs and banter add spice. A couple of hours later, a winner is determined. You all celebrate together, and then slowly begin cleaning up the mess left behind. Eventually, you and Paula are the last ones left, and she suggests you stay a little longer and play racing or doubles games. [[You agree, and have a great time|Night][$PaulaRelationship += 3]] <</if>> <>

<> <html><img src="img/misc/HI.jpg"></html> Kisses to each and every one of you who clicked this button and showed even the slightest interest! You choose your own location. Seriously, I'm simply pleased that you're playing my game, which I'm making with pure enthusiasm, without any skills, abilities, or experience, using only what I have at hand. Basically, the game is literally made out of shit and sticks :) Someday that will change, and I'll be proud of it. Admittedly, I'm still proud, especially every time I release an update, but I look at the content and... I want more. But alas, there's not enough time for everything. And I prefer not to look at the visuals. Okay, so any feedback is welcome in any form! Don't think I'll tell you to go to hell in response to your criticism; I'll probably listen to you. Where can I leave it? For example, in the game's Discord: https://discord.gg/tMpUw3cF It's empty for now, but I'll fill it with content and other things. In any case, this is the most convenient way to interact, in my opinion! But what if you, my friend, want to support me? Then you can find the resources below! Where would we be without Patreon?: https://www.patreon.com/c/YellowArachnid For those who aren't squeamish: https://boosty.to/yellowarachnid For those who care: https://subscribestar.adult/yellowarachnid I appreciate any of your support! Really! And I'm not going to squeeze money out of players. Please, if it wouldn't be too much of a hassle for you to use alternatives to Patreon, please use them. My country is under sanctions, and I need to save up over $2,000 first to be able to get anything from Patreon. It's much easier with alternative platforms. Where will the money go? First and foremost, to feed the cat. Secondly, to pay the translator. I found one, and she'll start working on it soon, but for her, it's more of a job than a hobby, if you know what I mean. And I'd like to pay her. The second expense is finding a designer or anyone who can make the game's appearance palatable, because right now it's at the level of... my game. In any case, I'm not forcing you, and I'm not whining about anything! I just asked. I'll be immigrating eventually anyway, and any income from Patreon will only help me get a visa, so I'll still be in the black! I hope you like the game and its development – I have a vision, and I'm trying to realize it. Thank you for your attention, ladies and gentlemen! <>

:: StoryMenu <<link "ENDS">> <<goto "ENDS">> <</link>> <<link "F.A.Q.">> <<goto "F.A.Q.">> <</link>>

Short answers and mini-guides for the still-unfinished version of the game: 1) The game doesn't end when you reach the ending! You get extra points for a new character generation for each "unlocked" ending! 2) Talk to Jenny about housing - she'll unlock a part-time job at the Hostel! 3) Three cleanings = +1 night stay. 4) Talking to characters increases stats and relationships with them, as does working in character locations! Interactions are rewarded! 5) Ms. Elizabeth unlocks the ability to control depravity! 6) Rada has the most developed branch so far; she unlocks a job as a barista in a cafe through a quest. 7) The amount of AP in the morning is determined by fitness, with a cutoff of 25-50-75. Increase AP within You can spend the day relaxing, taking a shower, or having a coffee break. Try to maximize your AP expenditure! 8) The number of workouts per day depends on your fitness level; this includes a gym session, a jog in the park, and a walk in the park! Development is also based on 25-50-75! 9) Each job has its own formula, based on a random stat + job skill + job main stat (beauty, intelligence, or social skills) + job secondary stat (all the same). 10) Thank you for your patience! <<link "Back">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>>

A brief list of available endings and the conditions for unlocking them. In the future, I'll add a more convenient way to track endings and the ability to "return" to them, as well as unique rewards. Everything will come, but later. 1) Time-based - run out of days to get the ending. 2) Time-based - if your intelligence is above 85, you get the good ending. 3) Sleeping in the park. The sleep effect accumulates, and after the fifth night, you have a chance to get the ending. 4) Overcoming the depravity threshold - If your stats are above the limit set at the start, you get the ending. 5) 14 sex encounters in a bar = the ending. 6) 14 sex encounters with Leonard (after work) = the ending. 7) 14 sex encounters with Leonard (after work) + Rada's relationship with 21+ = the ending. <<link "Back">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>>

<> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 20>> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd.jpg" width="720"> Somehow, without even realizing it, you've become the obedient Leonarda, accustomed to calling him "Daddy" at his insistence. You spend more and more time with him, receiving money for it. He uses the money to encourage you to call him correctly and behave correctly, saying the right things that please his ear. Especially in the presence of his "stupid" daughter. After some time, he even moves you into his house under the pretext of saving money and caring for you, giving you a separate room. Alas, no one could make a perfect sitcom out of your life. Even though you share a room, Leonard often comes over to give you a good fucking, or "reaping the fruits of his care," as he calls it. Rada moves out, unable to bear your nightly moans, and then quits the café, abandoning her dreams and plans to rebuild it. In the new normal of American expat life, your days blend into weeks as you adjust to working at Leonard's café. Your former dorm roommates occasionally scold you for working for Leonard's "daddy" when you happen to run into each other, but your income, free rent, and his financial support help muffle most of the criticism. Time passes, and as fall arrives on campus, your daily routine becomes more and more established. The morning rush between the cafe and your studies at the College, lunches with classmates, late evenings closed behind the cafe doors or in Leonard's bedroom. His breath smells of whiskey and bitterness as he pulls you onto his lap to "discuss" numbers and orders. Rada sometimes sends venomous messages, asking if her slutty little sister likes the new family dynamic. Her blocker on your phone is causing your own messages to ricochet<<linkreplace "back">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd1.webp" width="720"> Jenny offers to move in together, for just 400 a month—a pittance, but after thinking about it and weighing the pros and cons, you decide to stay with Daddy... Because you've gotten used to it and are afraid of losing even the financial support he provides—let alone moving back home. At first, Jenny was mostly nice, a friend offering perks for high rollers among the dorm residents. Your hesitation was brief. There was already something raw about your new life, a creeping rot that started in your stomach and slowly spread <<linkreplace "throughout your body">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd2.jpeg" width="720"> You still wake up every morning at Leonard's house. You still pour coffee at his cafe while steam clouds the displays of all the useless technology littering your surroundings. His money flows a little faster and more freely now. On good weeks, he gives away enough to make you feel generous, even though you know how much he charges other girls. You try your best to put on a good front, pretending just enough to enjoy Leonard's tight embrace in the evenings. Over time, you realize that after his final falling out with his daughter, or "putting her in her place"—in his interpretation, finding in you a quiet, tame haven—an obedient, young, not-so-demanding, moist, warm hole willing to tolerate him for small handouts—Leonard has noticeably "sagged." He's suddenly gained weight and seems to have aged. It's as if the inner core of anger, discontent, and the desire to prove to the world that he's still afloat has somehow, imperceptibly, especially to himself, dissolved. You only allow him to have real sex with you a few times a week. During sex, you tense up, hug yourself, and focus on the blaring TV in the next room. You count the seconds until Leonard cums, his hands still too impatient even when he's almost done. Occasionally, he mutters curses about his ex-wife, and his daughter clings to your body when he grabs your hips. Your new routine has you waking up late, crawling to the coffee maker while Leonard stuffs some sweaty bills into your pocket. He talks about a promotion, his fingers wandering. You stand behind the counter, letting his hand brush your thigh as you serve the regulars after dinner, pretending not to notice him caressing the inside of <<linkreplace "your leg">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd3.webp" width="720"> In the back room, when he finally takes a step, you meekly comply, leaning against stacks of menus and tax forms, already knowing that your resistance was only for the sake of your dignity, your long-lost comfort. That evening, after the café closes, you shuffle up to your room, your muscles aching. The television flashes past your ears—in the other room, where Leonard is hunched overchair, sipping a glass of cheap whiskey. Somewhere beneath the veil of exhaustion, his final thrusts still send shivers through your exhausted body, mingling with a ghostly chuckle—his smug victory. Your skirt is still hiked up at your waist, the aroma of coffee enveloping you like an albatross. The house is thick with the stale smell of burnt filters and mold, not just in the paper trash of his "office" but everywhere. The air is stale because there are days when he doesn't leave the house. You brush your teeth mechanically, watching your face droop as the too-bright light highlights the bags under your eyes. Sleep comes stealthily, in fits and starts, amidst his snores echoing from the living room. Morning arrives with Leonard's rough hand sliding up your thigh, his hot, whiskey-scented breath as he grinds against you. "Good morning, sweetheart," he says hoarsely, his calloused fingers digging into the curve of your waist <<linkreplace ">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd4.webp" width="720"> You lie frozen, staring at the stained ceiling, until he finally flips you over, lifting up your discarded shirt from last night. The coffee maker gurgles below as he moves inside you with his usual listlessness. He holds your hips firmly but distantly, whispering the same sweet words: "Good girl," "Daddy's pride." By the time he finishes, his sweat soaks your cotton dress as he rises, nodding at your feet. "Go make this damn coffee," he orders, lighting a cigarette with his hands still damp from your skin. You struggle to move, pushing away the throbbing ache he left behind, knowing it will ache all day. Your body now moves on autopilot, just like the coffee machine does every morning. You go downstairs, his cigar and burnt filter with your own sharp musk. The mugs clink as you pour him the first cup—the liquid dark and bitter, like the life Leonard brought you to. You set the coffee on his desk next to the morning newspaper, which he only pretends to read. Sunlight through the cracks of the blinds casts uneven shadows on his greasy hair and unshaven face as he surveys your body, still disheveled and aching. "Good girl," he grumbles, slamming his foot on the dirty coffee maker. His other hand settles on your thigh, and he exhales acrid smoke into your face. His rough thumbs find sensitive spots and squeeze them, pleased that you can't help but tremble. "Hope today's rush goes smoothly for my little cafe girl." "Of course," you smile tightly, but he doesn't notice. This is your life now, at least for the duration of your studies or the next couple of years, if nothing changes. It has its perks, too—besides the obvious, there's a slim chance you'll end up owning the cafe. But speaking of the downsides... you're always afraid he'll drop dead while mounting you, huffing and puffing, working toward [[his orgasm|start]] <<set $LeonardBuff1 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd5.webp" width="720"> Through lengthy negotiations, manipulation, and concessions, I finally reconciled Leonard and his daughter, Rada. Fortunately or unfortunately, Rada remained as brash and sharp-tongued as ever. Her father agreed to change the cafe to accommodate his daughter, stepping away from business in exchange for some concessions on her part. For example, she dumped Edward, her boyfriend, and I moved into his house. We became like slutty sisters, ready to do anything for our "Daddy." Your sexy body and chestnut hair, combined with Rada's equally captivating figure, create quite a provocative sight as you both wander around the shared bedroom, clad only in skimpy lingerie and matching silk robes. Your new adopted "sister" lounges naked on her king-size bed, while you languidly stretch out on a chaise lounge. Rada grins mischievously, swirling her glass of red wine, letting the raspberry-colored liquid reflect the light. "God, Daddy will love being taken care of by two sexy sluts like us," she purrs, running her fingers up and down your inner thigh. She leans back, her expression laced with desire. She closes the distance between your faces. "Are you ready to give Daddy something really special now?" Her hand slides down, caressing your bulge. "Time to welcome your new life as a spoiled slut... together." "How"You say, 'Boss,'" she says, teasingly and provocatively <<linkreplace "you smile">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd6.webp" width="720"> Rada's full, red lips spread into a devilish grin when you address her. She sways playfully from side to side, making her shapely buttocks glisten in the evening light. "You're a great sex toy," she coos, her voice dripping with arrogance. She lazily wraps her arm around your shoulder, pressing you against her bare skin. The heady mix of her perfume and heady desire hits you hard as she runs her free hand down your waist, her slender fingers drawing bold circles on your thigh. "My new slutty sister," she purrs, playfully nipping at your earlobe. "I'll make sure you live up to Daddy's high standards... that is, if you can handle everything I've planned, baby..." Rada's lips curl into a predatory grin as she pulls you closer, her perfectly manicured nails tracing an intoxicating trail down your back. "Oh, I think you can do it," she breathes, sensually pressing her hips against yours. "And I'll make sure you enjoy every dirty <<linkreplace "second">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd7.webp" width="720"> ". With an animalistic growl, she suddenly spins you both around, roughly lowering you onto the plush couch. She climbs on top of you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a fierce rage, her breasts bouncing heavily above your face. "Time to earn your place in this house, little slut," she purrs, running her hands up and down your inner thighs. "My daddy needs top-notch pussy, and I'll personally make sure his new toy knows how to fuck properly." "Then should we hurry and make daddy happy?" I coo, hearing Leonard's footsteps. Rada's face flushes with a greedy blush as she hears her father's heavy footsteps approaching. She playfully nibbles your neck, her eyes blazing with primal arousal. "Mmm, you greedy little slut," she growls, grinding her wet pussy against your thigh. "You're eager to get what's waiting for you, aren't you?" Her breath catches as Leonard's footsteps grow louder, her purring almost a moan. "Don't worry, my little sister," she whispers hotly in your ear. "I'll make sure Daddy satisfies every inch of his new daughter." She roughly tugs at the hem of your short robe, revealing even more of your soft curves. Slowly turning the doorknob, she smirks triumphantly and whines, "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum so hard while my Daddy fucks us until we shake." Rada unceremoniously pushes you onto the plush carpet, and her father's silhouette appears in the bedroom doorway. She kneels behind you, pressing her bare chest against your back, and begins methodically kissing your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist. "Look what I brought you, Daddy," she purrs huskily. "Two luscious little sluts, dripping and begging for your attention." She arches her back, rubbing her hard nipples against your skin, shamelessly <<linkreplace "spreading her thighs">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd8.jpg" width="720"> ". Leonard steps closer, his greedy gaze wandering over your bare, half-hidden curves. He unbuckles his belt with a crunch of leather, and a hungry growl rumbles in his throat. "Good girls," he grins, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his ample chest, strewn with gray threads. "Let's not waste time." Rada hums approvingly, nuzzling your neck, rubbing her slick pussy against your lower back. She reaches out a long, red-nailed hand to massage his growing bulge, the outline of which is clearly visible through his pants. "Always so eager, dear old daddy," she coos mockingly. "Don't worry. "We'll both be your personal sex toys." Rada gently pushes you forward, getting on all fours, and stands next to you, perfectly mirroring your submission. She runs her hand through your hair, spreading your legs wide. "That's how you..."Did you call us, Daddy? Two ready holes, all warm and fuzzy for you?" Leonard growls approvingly, pulling down his pants and tossing them aside. His thick cock stands at attention as he towers over both of his daughters, greedily squeezing <<linkreplace "your thighs">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd9.webp" width="720"> ". "Finally fucking," he grunts. "Now be good sluts and open your flies." You obediently lower your face to Leonard's swollen shaft, the warm skin and musky desire overwhelming your senses as you spread wide. Beside you, Rada laughs darkly, her mouth opening, thirsty and ablaze. Together, you and your stepsister move closer, kissing and licking, taking turns pulling him deeper. His rough, thick fingers grab your light brown hair and tug sharply, forcing his cock between your lips and into the back of your throat. Your face is pressed hard against his coarse hair, and Leonard moans in satisfaction. "Fuck, yes," he growls. "Get what you were made for." His hips tense, digging into your throat as Rada greedily licks up the last of his wetness, her cherry-coated nails digging into her own thigh. "That's it," Leonard rasps, his hips bucking as precum coats your cheek. "Two hungry daddy's girls..." His free hand grabs Rada by the back of her head and roughly forces her mouth down, slapping his balls against his chin. You gag on his thick cock, drooling down his shaft as you both worship him together. His growl becomes hoarse as you work in perfect synchronization: your mouth squeezes the head, then he slides down your throat, and Rada greedily <<linkreplace "greedily sucks the base">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd10.webp" width="720"> ". Rada moans, wrapping her mouth around his cock, sucking hard, while her hand squeezes the sensitive skin behind his balls. Her free fingers dig desperately into your lower back, urging you to push him deeper into you. Throat. Leonard's breathing becomes ragged, his abs tense as he tries to resist Rada's gag reflex, his hips moving in sharp, jerky thrusts. Precum and saliva wet your chins, dripping between his thighs as both girls gasp with lust for their new father. "This is how you thank me." Leonard groans triumphantly, thrusting deeper into your intertwined mouths as both girls lift their chins high, taking every inch of his cock. His heavy cock slaps against Rada's nose with each thrust as she lustfully lusts after him in the scorching well of your shared wetness. Your noses press together through a cloud of raspy breath as he bottoms out, muscles tensing with mounting release. He twists a strand of your smooth brown hair around his fist, drawing your mouth back to the line of his veiny crown to pull his swollen… foreskin against your lips. Rada moans a wet, guttural sound, her red nail polish digging into your thighs as she impales herself face-first, her juices smearing across his <<linkreplace "pulsating pelvis">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd11.webp" width="720"> ». Leonard exhales sharply, pulling his throbbing cock from your throat with a squelching pop. A thick stream of drool drips from his cockhead onto your parted lips as he pins you both to the plush carpet. "Time to properly fill these dirty girl holes," he growls, tugging at your hair. First, he presses his hips against yours, spreading your knees as the plump head of his cock smears across your wet slit. Rada squats higher, her hips pulling back as she guides your face to the wet underside of her vagina, your greedy tongue piercing her parted folds. Leonard lets out a broken chuckle and buries himself in you in one brutal thrust. Your moan reverberates through every pore of her pussy, clenching around your cockhead. Your tight walls stretch painfully as Leonard's thick cock impales you to the hilt. He groans lustfully, his rough hands pinning your hips, setting a merciless rhythm, penetrating your naked cunt with relentless energy. The animalistic sound of skin slapping fills the room as Rada directs her glistening mound at your docile face, crushing your mouth with its wet weight. "Take it deeper, girls," he growls, watching Rada's perfect, plump thighs slide across your tongue. "Your new sister can ride, too." Her sweet scent plunges you into intoxicating, musky bliss, your throat pulsing as her slick flesh envelops your mouth with every thrust. Every thrust of Leonard's hips presses your face against his daughter's wet pussy, her swollen clit sliding past your forehead with every thrust. Rada twitches desperately, her wet cunt squirting all over your face, andIt glistens on your bare skin. She moans obscenely, clutching your hair with one hand to keep her tongue from escaping, and twisting your nipple with the other. The sounds of his thick cock sliding against her wet pussy mingle with her filthy sighs, bringing you both to a <<linkreplace "humiliating collapse">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd12.webp" width="720"> ». "Yessssss, Daddy, fuck your tight whores," she mumbles mindlessly, her pelvis snapping against your shuddering mouth, her thighs squeezing your head as her own juices flow like a river. LeTemp Onard goes wild, his balls slapping against your ass with furious force. His cock plunges mercilessly, the slap of his hips marking each agonizing thrust into your clenching walls. Through clenched teeth, he commands, "Take my fucking cum, girls!" Leonard howls with a feral, animalistic intensity as his cock rises deep, pulsing furiously as he fills you with thick, hot cum. In a desperate crescendo, he slams deep and explodes again, thick streams of cum spilling over your inner walls and leaking out through your stretched pink lips. Your cunt instinctively milks his pulsating length, greedily savoring every ounce he pours inside. Rada mutters curses, her head twitching, her legs trembling beneath your fingers as her own orgasm erupts, her juices and saliva coating your mouth and chin. Leonard He gropes her breasts through his thrusts, his cum-filled balls still slapping hungrily against her wet folds. "Good girls," he rasps through his trembling. He twists your hips, rubbing himself in fresh drops of sweaty, slippery depravity. "We are like this," we moan, our bodies intertwined <<linkreplace "in a kiss">> <img src="img/End/LeonardEnd13.webp" width="720"> ". You gasp and choke, moaning together as your slick mouths collide. Leonard spreads his legs wider, pressing your sticky cunt against his slick knees. You both lean into him, licking him. The trembling shaft still pulsing against the soft flesh. His cum drips onto her throbbing clit with each strangled breath. "These are daddy's good girls," he smirks, running his rough fingers over her kiss-swollen lips. Rada presses heavily against you, her head falling into your cleavage, her cheek smearing her mother's forgotten, fragrant lotion. Her hips rock limply against your lap, against your sensitive clit and swollen lips, until another thrust shakes their slender bodies. She weakly caresses her nipples, slippery with saliva, still protruding from under the sheer fabric, and meows like an exhausted cat. Perhaps such a life could be considered happy. [final|start]] <<set $LeonardBuff2 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <img src="img/End/BarBitch.webp" width="720"> You were having sex at the bar too much and too often, devoting almost more time to it than to work or school... Eventually, having abandoned your original goal, you suddenly became so focused on it that you became a true bar whore. At the same time, you began dressing more and more revealingly, and – increasingly – accessible. Nick disapproved of it, he didn't like it, but quickly enough you became something of a mascot and a hallmark of the bar, so he turned a blind eye, giving you a place and a share of the profits from the customers you brought in. What can you change now? Nothing... You're sitting at the bar, wearing a microskirt, sipping a cocktail Nick made for you. It's not your shift, which means you're on the other side of the bar, "busy," something everyone here knows perfectly well. Most of them are definitely aware! After a while, one of the regulars simply approaches you from behind, bending you slightly over the bar, finding a more comfortable angle. He knows you're not wearing panties and are always ready, so his thick cock easily spreads your sphincter, penetrating your ass. No, you can't change anything now. You let it happen – <<linkreplace "again">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch1.webp" width="720"> He bends you further over the bar, his hot breath fanning your neck, and your fingers instinctively grip the edge of the counter. His thick cock invading your ass causes a powerful jolt of pressure, your muscles automatically trying to contract around the foreign object invading you. You bite your lip as he enters all the way, and the tight space stretches to an almost unbearable pain. The familiar burning, the vulgar stretching – it has all become so natural that your body knows its role. You recognize the way your breath catches when he grabs your hip, knowing full well it's easier for him to enter you when you're secured like this. The wet slap of bare skin on skin echoes in the muted hum of the bar, the sound drowned out by his steady rhythm and the guttural moans of satisfaction. You lie face-first on the sticky bar, the cold surface hitting your flushed cheek, sweat mixing with the stale alcohol that forever clings to the counter. Your hair cascades around you, hiding your face from the sparse evening crowd as their hungry eyes take in what your short skirt revealed when he bent you over. His rough fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with aggressive determination. Each thrust knocks the air from your lungs, your back arching automatically as your body betrays you—accepting, even craving. His searing stretch overwhelms you in ways that would terrify a girl who arrived here full of dreams, but now your muscles instinctively clench around him. The other bartenders pretend not to watch, though their gazes linger on the way your tiny skirt rides up your creamy thighs. One of them raises his customer's glass in your direction in a playful greeting. You stare blindly at the spotlights reflecting off the glass bar, your lips parting soundlessly as the regular thrusts into you with familiar ease. This old feeling, like fire in your veins and nothing else, builds inside you until your mind is clouded, your thoughts drowned in the rough friction his relentless penetration creates. This isn't just a duty now—it's your role, something expected, something exciting. Your nails leave crescent moons in the worn wood beneath your hands as he squeezes harder, causing you to grind your clit rhythmically against the edge of the barstool. Arousal flows between them both, mixing with sweat as he pounds harder. Someone in the corner is filming, capturing every lustful curve of your plump little ass. Your moan echoes faintly, as if you can't control it, each thrust pushing through what's left of your discipline as he fucks you into oblivion on the bar. You feel his powerful thrusts gain momentum, your tits sliding across the dirty countertop with each forward thrust. The burning tension in your ass doesn't subside, no matter how many times it happens. It would hurt him more if he weren't so focused on the exquisite friction. The crisp slap of his cock against your bouncing ass mingles with the wet squelch of the bar counter absorbing the moisture. Your toes curl in your shoes, your legs tremble as the dual pleasure of penetration and friction sends electric shocks through your nerves. Your hair sticks to the beads of sweat on your temples, and the aching ache builds, approaching its peak with inexorable certainty. The guy filming looksHe's absolutely ecstatic, his thumb impatiently pressing the record button, as if afraid to miss the crucial moment of your passionate submission on camera. "I'll cum right into that warm hole." "Better in your mouth," you moan. <<linkreplace "I don't want to walk around and leave puddles...">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch2.webp" width="720"> He pauses for half a second, perhaps considering, before yanking you up roughly with one hand. His grip moves to the back of your head, twisting your hair, and he abruptly spins you around. The wet bar counter is still warm beneath your palms as he guides your head down, forcing your mouth open. Without ceremony, he pushes his swollen, piss-stained cock past your lips. A blast of bitter, musky flavor explodes on your tongue as he enters fully, hitting the back of your throat with a dull thud. Your nose almost collides with his coarse pubic hair, forcing you not to gag at this invasive action, especially since you asked for it. Your eyes meet his dark gaze directly above you—it holds triumph, or maybe something else—approval or amusement. Either way, he gets what he wants, just like you were programmed to. His musky taste overloads your senses as he enters your throat, cutting off your air with every brutal thrust. You immediately gag, tears welling in the corners of your eyes as your body betrays you, your natural gag reflex kicking in anyway, <<linkreplace "no matter how hard you practice the opposite">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch3.webp" width="720"> But he doesn't care, he doesn't stop. He grips the base of your skull tightly, trapping you as he relentlessly thrusts into your tortured mouth, fucking it just like all the other holes. Drool drips down your chin, coating your skin as you reflexively lick his girth, desperately trying to take him all in, to accept him the way you're supposed to. Your free hand instinctively reaches out, gripping his thick thigh for balance, your nails digging into the firm muscle as you're pressed ever harder against the bar. Tears blur your vision and drip onto the bar, mixing with the saliva and precum coating his massive shaft. Your nose continues to vigorously, muffledly nuzzle his coarse pubic hair, the musky scent filling your sinuses with each downward thrust. His hot, heavy balls press against your face, slick with saliva and your own natural essence left over from that moment. You gasp harder, reflexively clenching around him in that tight, saliva-slicked heat as he squeezes the air from your body again and again. He grips your hair tighter, tilting your head back just enough to see a thin stream of drool trailing between the tip of his thick, throbbing cock and your swollen lips. His gaze becomes predatory, almost triumphant, as if he knows how thoroughly he's rewired you—how your body, with or without your mind, works to keep him <<linkreplace "in the warmth of your mouth">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch4.webp" width="720"> Before you can react, a hot, thick stream coats the inside of your already full mouth. Your cheeks puff out as he cums without pause, his rhythm broken only by the sudden, pulsing tension in his thrusts. Each powerful spurt hits the back of your throat, a salty, sharp proof of his satisfaction. Your facial muscles react automatically, trying to contain his incredible girth as he continues to thrust into you, rocking his hips in that primal, uncontrollable manner. Then he lifts you, pulling his glistening cock out with a loud, obscene "pop." A final splash of thick cum lands on your lips and cheek, leaving a mark as potent as any physical mark. Your eyelashes are coated with his salty cum, which runs down to the damp roots of your hair. You taste his cum in the back of your throat, swallowing reflexively as he grips your throat possessively. His swollen tip, still wet and glistening, squirts cum across your swollen lips as he strokes himself with a sigh of satisfaction. You feel broken—an abandoned doll, spent but still twitching for him. But there's something in his eyes, something that keeps you there, bent over the bar as he gently slides his sticky thumb along the curve of your jaw. "Take it away," he orders roughly, but there's no malice in his voice anymore. Just a man accustomed to being served, knowing how good it makes him feel. You pause for a moment, considering, but your fingersYour mates instinctively squeeze his girth, the muscle memory of submission taking over. As your tongue licks beads of cum and sweat from his cock, he relaxes under your efforts with a quiet, satisfied groan. The bar hums around you, his thick fingers gripping your hair, forcing your face into the final, brutal thrust of his limp cock. The taste fills your mouth with a new, rich, wet flood as you obediently suck on the fading spray of his seed. Your tongue swirls around his cock, greedily licking its flaccid length, never pausing to <<linkreplace "sigh">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch5.webp" width="720"> "Here's my sweet little bar bitch," the patron at the door murmurs, but you don't look up—you've grown accustomed to the audience, their approving moans mingling with the bass of the jukebox. A bead of sweat from his cock falls onto your forehead as you thrust into him again. Then his softening cock slips from your stretched lips, but you don't stop right away—instinctively, you push his wrinkled shaft into your face, your cheek and forehead pressed against his warm stomach. He soon leaves, you catch your breath, and quickly tidy yourself up before someone else wants a little of your time and body. A string of casual encounters and casual sex winds into the distance, promising no change or prospects in life. Perhaps you [[don't need them|start]] <<set $BarBitchEndBuff to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <>

<div style="text-align:center;"> <h2>Wardrobe</h2> </div>  <div style="display: grid; grid-template-columns: repeat(8, 2fr); gap: 8px; justify-items: center;">  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/jeansoutfit.png" width="100"> Jeans Casual Style <> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.social>> Social skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.librarianskill>> Skills Librarian <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[0].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[0].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 0>> (Weared) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 0>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[0].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[0].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[0].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[0].price>> <<set $outfits[0].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[0].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/blouseoutfit.png" width="100"> Blouse Elegant style <> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.social>> Social skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[1].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[1].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[1].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 1>> (Wearing) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 1>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[1].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[1].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[1].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[1].price>> <<set $outfits[1].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[1].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/waitressoutfit.png" width="100"> Waitress Service in a cafe <> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.social>> Social skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.librarianskill>> Skills Librarian <</if>> <<if $outfits[2].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[2].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[2].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 2>> (Wearing) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 2>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[2].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[2].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[2].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[2].price>> <<set $outfits[2].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[2].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/baristaoutfit.png" width="100"> Barista Work in a cafe <> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.social>> Social skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[3].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[3].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[3].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 3>> (Wearing) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 3>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[3].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[3].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[3].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[3].price>> <<set $outfits[3].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[3].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/librarianoutfit.png" width="100"> Librarian Work in the library <> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.social>> Social Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[4].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[4].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[4].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 4>> (Weared) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 4>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[4].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[4].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[4].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[4].price>> <<set $outfits[4].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[4].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/bargirloutfit.png" width="100"> Bar-girl Working in a bar <> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.social>> Social Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[5].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[5].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[5].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 5>> (Wearing) <<else>> <<link "Change">> <<set $currentOutfit = 5>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[5].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[5].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[5].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[5].price>> <<set $outfits[5].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[5].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/sportoutfit.png" width="100"> Sport For Workouts <> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.beauty>> Beauty <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.intellect>> Intelligence <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.social>> Social skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian Skills <</if>> <<if $outfits[6].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[6].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bartender Skills <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[6].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 6>> (Weared) <<else>> <<link "Change Clothes">> <<set $currentOutfit = 6>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[6].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[6].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$outfits[6].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[6].price>> <<set $outfits[6].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[6].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> </div> <<link "Go back">><<goto "Hostel">><</link>>

<> <<if $SexRand <= 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarEvening.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarEvening1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarEvening2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarEvening3.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarEvening4.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> You're having a great time, drinking in moderation and chatting a lot. You can't exactly call the connections you've made solid or useful, but in a relaxed atmosphere, you're once again practicing your conversation skills and learning about the city and people's minds. Overall, you're chatting easily and without commitment. The evening ends peacefully, as people leave the spontaneous group one by one, citing the late hour. You do the same, satisfied with the time spent. [[Night][$beauty += 1; $social += 2; $intellect += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand == 3 || $SexRand == 4 || $SexRand == 5 >> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink1.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink2.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink3.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/bardrink4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You're generally having a good evening, making a few casual acquaintances with other bar patrons. You mostly spend the evening in casual conversation with your peers, discussing random topics and drinking moderately. When the buzz kicks in a bit after a few hours, you realize that [[Time to go|Night][$social += random (1,2)]] <<elseif $SexRand == 6>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarHong.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarHong1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarHong2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarHong3.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> The evening starts off calmly, but at some point something goes wrong. You miss the moment when you cross the fine line of what your body allows. In pursuit of fun and a good mood in a group, you cross the line and become intoxicated. All those who were nearby quietly disappear, and then Nick, at your request, pours you more and more drinks, until he stops you, calls you a taxi, and helps you out of the establishment because you [[can barely stand|Night][$AP -= 2; $social += 1; $intellect -= 1; $money -= 50]] <<elseif $SexRand == 7 || $SexRand == 9>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/taxi.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/taxi1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/taxi2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> You're having a good time in his company, laughing and drinking alcohol, snacking on nuts and other snacks. A surprisingly good time with an interesting person. You're a little tipsy and bolder, so you don't think twice and quickly let yourself be persuaded when he suggests going to sample a bottle of vintage wine at his place. In the taxi he ordered, his hand accidentally rests on your knee, and you don't object. Towards the end of the ride, under the changing lights and the facades of the houses outside the car window, you kiss, passing the time in anticipation of more. His apartment was cramped: a bed barely larger than a single, with rumpled sheets lying on it, a small kitchen, and a hallway. His apartment smelled of leather cleaner and cheap aftershave. You noticed it out of the corner of your eye as one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, the other already tangling his fingers in your hair. His tongue confidently explored your mouth. The passion of the kiss takes your breath away, his teeth sliding over your lips, <<linkreplace "nibbling them lightly">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/kiss.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/kiss1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/kiss2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> Between greedy kisses, he pulls away to pull your white shirt over your head, revealing a pale and hairy torso, "So damn handsome," he growled into your neck, sliding his hands under your sweater. His touchThe touch was rough, his calloused fingers scraping the delicate skin of your stomach. The floor creaked beneath you as he pushed you toward the bed, his hands already reaching for the clasp of your bra. His fingers found the hooks too quickly, unfastening them in one swift motion before you could stop him. Cool air brushed against your skin as the thin fabric slid away, leaving your breasts cold and exposed in the warm light of the roadside lamp filtering through the thin curtains. His mouth immediately found your left nipple, playing with the tip with his tongue, sucking on it and sometimes squeezing it with his teeth harder than you would have liked. "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you washing glasses at work," he croaked, pulling your jeans down your hips with one hand."That tight barmaid outfit... I've been imagining you on your knees ever since." His breathing grew heavier as he knelt between your spread legs, looking at you with glassy eyes, darkened with <<linkreplace "arousal">> me. <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> The mattress sank as he, without further ado, collapsed on you, settling himself between your thighs. His erection pressed against you, his heavy breathing filling the cramped bedroom. Your body tensed in response; you weren't ready yet, and the discomfort was already growing, despite the teasing moments. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, pushing in hard, causing you to stretch painfully. The mattress creaked in protest as he thrust deeper, ignoring the shudders and soft sounds escaping your lips. His fingers dug into your shoulders for support, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead from his rough movements. Each thrust penetrated your already swollen tissue, sending sharp pains along with distant traces of pleasure. "Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned in your ear, not noticing or caring about the way you squirmed beneath him. He suddenly pulled away, his cock glistening in the dim light, before grabbing your hip and flipping you onto your stomach."The back view is even better," he rasped, pressing his face into the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and positioning you. Your chest pressed against the sheets as he entered you from behind. The new angle sent sharp pains through your pelvis with each thrust. Sweat continued to pool on his forehead as he moved above you, gripping your hips with bruising force. Each forward thrust elicited soft moans from your throat, despite your attempts to remain silent. The wet sounds of his thrusts mingled with the creaking of the mattress springs. He seemed completely oblivious to your discomfort or resistance to the brutal rhythm of his movements. "I love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you so hard," he rasped in your ear, picking up the pace. Your muscles involuntarily clenched around his cock as another sharp thrust drove him deeper, eliciting a shy sigh. "God, you're so tight and wet here," he groaned, grabbing your hair so hard that you threw your head back. The sheets rubbed against the sensitive skin of your bare chest as he continued to thrust into you with relentless speed. Each slap of his hips against your ass echoed throughout the cramped apartment, punctuated by his heavy breathing and wet sounds as he pushed deeper. Your body tensed, but he refused to give in, each thrust drawing soft moans from your throat despite your attempts to muffle them. His fingers dug into the curves of your hips with crushing force, leaving red crescents of his desire to control <<linkreplace "your movements">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/Cum.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/Cum1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/Cum2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/Cum3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard, baby." He growled in your ear, his cock twitching inside you as he finally found release, pulsing hot and sticky before collapsing his full weight onto your back.He remained buried inside you for several long seconds, breathing hard and labored against the back of your neck, before slowly pulling out and falling sideways onto the mattress, his muscles clearly exhausted from the intense orgasm. Rolling over next to you, he blinked at the ceiling. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and a look of relief and satisfaction crossed his face. "God, you were so tight," he croaked, his voice still thick with lust. He turned his head toward you with a lazy smile, seemingly oblivious to your discomfort, and reached up to caress your face with trembling fingers. "Your pussy was incredible. Let's do that again sometime." The hint in his tone made it clear this experience wouldn't be the full extent of his expectations. [[Someday|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] - you answer evasively, sighing and catching your breath. Despite his obvious self-absorption and your general discomfort... You quickly gather yourself and tidy yourself up before quickly rushing out of his apartment and heading back to yours. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/taxi.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/taxi1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/taxi2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> You're having a good time in his company, laughing and drinking alcohol, snacking on nuts and other snacks. It's a surprisingly good time with an interesting man. You're a little tipsy and bolder, so you don't think twice and quickly let yourself be persuaded when he suggests going to try a bottle of vintage wine at his place. In the taxi he ordered, his hand accidentally rests on your knee, and you don't object. Towards the end of the ride, under the changing lights and the facades of houses outside the car window, you kiss, passing the time in anticipation of more. The pressure on my back increases as he lays you down on the rumpled sheets of his unmade bed. Your wet breath quickens as his hands slide under your shirt, calloused fingers gliding along the smooth curve of your waist before finding the hook of your bra. The apartment smells of stale smoke and cheap deodorant, but his body covers you as he presses down. You should stop this, you know it—you barely know each other, and you didn't come to America for this. But his lips find the back of your head, and your resistance dissolves along with the dim light filtering through the dirty<<linkreplace "blinds">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/kiss.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/kiss1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/kiss2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> With one hand he's already unbuttoning your jeans, and with the other He explores higher, rough fingers tugging and testing how far you're willing to go. "Fuck, you're so tight," he breathes into your neck, pushing two fingers deep, testing how wet you are. The alcohol still clouds his judgment, and he acts more harshly than necessary, but the tension burns, causing conflicting impulses in your body—part instinct to flee, part craving for something forbidden. With his free hand, he unbuttons your jeans completely, thick fingers clumsily working on the button before pulling down the zipper. The fabric tears slightly at the edge as he tries to remove them faster than necessary. The whole process seems more chaotic and desperate than skillful or coordinated, his breathing ragged with hunger as he tries to position himself to take what he wants from you. "Turn over," he orders hoarsely, trying to flip your body over so he can take you from behind, but his movements are unbalanced by the drink. "I want to feel every inch of you," he murmurs, brushing his lips against your ear as he fumbles with his belt with both hands to free himself from his straining erection. The mattress dips and creaks under his weight, and you lie trapped beneath him, partially undressed but still clothed at the hips where he couldn't pull your jeans low enough. His unsure hands explore unfamiliar territory, clumsily at first, then find purpose as need overcomes hesitation. A sharp pain flares as he shifts his weight and his elbow digs into your ribcage. He doesn't even realize he's taking your breath away as he groans and settles between your thighs, his knee hitting your shin painfully as your leg buckles. BeWith a hesitation, he lines himself up, pressing against your slick folds, the blunt tip eagerly poking at you to penetrate. His cock strains against your entrance, the tip smearing wetness across your slit instead of pushing in with any real sense of comfort. You arch involuntarily at the sensation, torn between instinctive clenching and the desperate pulsation building inside you from the fullness. His breathing becomes ragged, and beads of sweat form on his forehead despite the temperature in the room as he presses himself against your <<linkreplace "resisting flesh">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex9.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "No, wait," you gasp, but his hands grip your hips possessively, fingers digging into your soft skin, and without warning, he pushes the head past your delicate folds. The pressure is sudden and rough—he's too big and too impatient to give your body time to adjust. Tears well up in your eyes, not from the pain, but from being treated carelessly, like a disposable item rather than a person worthy of attention. "Wait, I'm not ready!" "— the words escape your lips as he grips your hips even tighter, his blunt nails leaving crescent moons in the soft skin. The alcohol on his breath mixes with sweat as he towers over you, his piercing gray-green gaze clouded with drunken desire rather than any real response to your plea. With his free hand, he immediately grabs your wrist to keep you from breaking free, while using the weight of his lower body to keep your legs spread. "Why the hell did you come here then, princess?"— he slurs, his pupils dilated from both arousal and cheap whiskey. The hard head of his cock remains just at your entrance, slick and insistent, sliding over your sensitive inner tissues, which have not yet had time to properly accept his intrusion. "Don't tease a man unless you mean business," he growls in your ear, nipping at the soft skin as if threatening punishment. His hot breath against your shoulder sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with pleasure as he settles himself more comfortably above you. "Look at yourself," he demands, releasing one of your pinned wrists and immediately unbuttoning your torn shirt, its buttons flying across the rumpled sheets. "Bra unbuttoned, pussy dripping... you want this as much as I do." His thumb smears the precum already coating his cock across your swollen clit, thrusting hard, more to inflame than to excite, using your body against you, though the words seem unconvincing. Before you can react, his body suddenly rolls over you, driving several inches of his thick cock inside you...Passing through, despite the incorrect angle. Fire pierces you as your entrance struggles to contain its circumference, the burning unbearable as torn flesh strains <<linkreplace "around the intrusion">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex11.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex12.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex13.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex14.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Oh, fuck, you're so tight," he groans into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh as his hips thrust forward with brutal, animalistic thrusts. Each movement sends protesting jolts through your inner walls, resisting the alien invasion, your breath hitching in pain rather than the expected pleasure. "Yes, take it all, baby," he breathes, tensing his arms, pinning your wrists above your head to the stained mattress. The cheap plastic headboard creaks under the pressure of his shoes, the scent of body oils and sex lingering in the air of the overheated apartment. His pace slows slightly as he shifts his position, trying to penetrate deeper into your slick but uninviting depths, each thrust causing new rips in the stretched flesh. Sweat drips from his forehead.and your heaving chest as he struggles to maintain a rhythm, his body responding to the primal urges of sexual conquest. "It's too much," you whine into his neck, the words barely audible over his heavy breathing as he thrusts frantically into you. The friction creates a searing heat that spreads throughout your lower body, and tears stream down your temples, gluing strands of hair to your damp skin. He grips your wrists until his fingerprints dig into the soft skin with increasing pressure, trapping you beneath his ever-heavier weight as each shallow breath pushes his cock deeper into your pliant flesh. "This is what happens when you seduce a man," he rasps into your hair, thrusting with renewed vigor, sending powerful jolts through your wet passage, stretched to its limits, seemingly uncomfortably or unbearably. The cheap metal bed creaks ominously under the blows, threatening to collapse from the constant abuse. "Damn, this pussy..." Your walls instinctively clench, clasping the powerful intrusion, torn between your body's natural desire to expand around the insistent object and your mind's desperate rejection. The discomfort intensifies with each agonizing thrust: his sweat-slick skin slaps against your stomach, and his hips work like a piston engine, oblivious to your needs. He groans as his body crashes down with such force that the air is squeezed from his lungs <<linkreplace "in a whimpering whine">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/Cum.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/Cum1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/Cum2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/Cum3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Your body rebels against the violence, your muscles instinctively trying to push him away, but your resistance only makes him squeeze your pinned wrists tighter. The pungent scent of your mingled bodily fluids overpowers the musty smoke in the apartment as he thrusts deeper. His teeth find your neck and bite hard, a bruise already forming on your pale skin before he pulls away with a satisfied groan. "It's too late to resist, my dear," he growls, plunging his cock as deep as he can into your cunt and spilling his scorching cum inside you. You moan despite yourself, and at that moment he presses you harder into the mattress, scooping you under him and capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. When he's finished, he helps you clean yourself up and even lends you his shirt to replace your torn one. After calling you a taxi to the hostel, he tells you you're even and that he wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. You nod, dumbfounded, and walk out [[to the waiting taxi|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/taxi.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/taxi1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/taxi2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> You're having a good time in his company, laughing and drinking alcohol, snacking on nuts and other snacks. It's a surprisingly good time with an interesting man. You're a little tipsy and bolder, so you don't think twice and quickly let yourself be persuaded when he suggests going to try a bottle of vintage wine at his place. In the taxi he ordered, his hand accidentally rests on your knee, and you don't object. Towards the end of the ride, under the changing lights and the facades of the houses outside the car window, you kiss, passing the time in anticipation of more. The bed rocks beneath your entwined bodies, and you taste the vodka in his hot mouth. The sheets smell of sweat mixed with musk, and his muscular body is pressed against your smaller one, his hands roaming over your bare skin, his fingertips leaving traces of heat and tremors. His eyes glitter in the dim lamplight as they meet yours, his lips trailing down your neck in a chain of kisses. You gasp involuntarily as his teeth briefly grip your earlobe before he nibbles gently, his tongue following in smooth, <<linkreplace "slow circles">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/ForePlay.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/ForePlay1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/ForePlay2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/ForePlay3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <b<img src="img/bar/ForePlay4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, sliding one rough hand down your side to cup your breast, squeezing just enough for your nipple to harden beneath his palm. His other hand slides down your stomach, fingers gliding through the damp hair between your thighs before penetrating your warmth. The pressure builds inside you as his fingers work with slow, confident strokes, creating an intoxicating rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through every nerve. His lips capture yours again, our tongues dancing together as his thumb teasingly brushes against your sensitive clit. The sheets rustle beneath you both as he shifts his weight, moving between your legs, his hard cock pressing insistently against your inner thigh. You wrap your legs around his slender hips, pulling him closer, feeling him press against your stomach as he grinds his pelvis against yours. Wetness already coats your entrance, anticipating what's to come, and you arch your back as waves of desire threaten to overwhelm your every thought. His dark eyes stare into yours, reflecting hunger and something deeper – <<linkreplace "maybe... possession?">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Warm and heavy, he positions himself at your slick entrance and thrusts forward in one long stroke, stretching and filling you to the limit. You exhale sharply at the sudden, intense fullness, your fingers digging into his muscular shoulders as he slowly pulls back before thrusting in again, setting a steady rhythm that makes the bed creak in protest beneath you. He watches your face closely as he fucks you, studying the way your back arches off the mattress each time he thrusts deep inside. With each thrust, his breathing grows heavier, beads of sweat pooling along your hairline despite the cool room. He groans between kisses on your collarbones, picking up the pace, sliding between your legs again to slowly, firmly stroke your sensitive clit with his thumb. The double thrust ignites a fire in your veins, preventing you from focusing on anything but the growing pleasure building deep within you. His teeth grip your shoulder, his fingers working your clit, applying just enough pressure to make stars appear behind your eyelids. Your body instinctively clenches around him, his nails leaving red streaks on his back, his thrusts growing more intense. His breath comes out raggedly against your neck, his sweat mixing with the sharp scent of your perfume, creating an intoxicating aroma in the humid air. He deliberately slows his pace, each thrust drawn out and controlled, making you whimper at the agonizingly pleasurable caress. "God, you're so tight," he growls, nibbling on your earlobe as you feel the muscles in his back tense beneath your hands. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, wanting him to go deeper, evoking every shudder that pulses through him. His thumb leaves your clit for a moment to travel back up your slick folds, slowly, methodically circling <<linkreplace "your anus">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/Finger.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/Finger1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/Finger2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> «And you're with us "Insatiable little thing, huh?" he purrs in your ear before sliding his thumb inside. Your body tenses momentarily as he enters the tight ring, firmly pressing against your sphincter and sending sparks through your nerves. His thick cock pulses inside your pussy, and you gasp from the stunning double penetration. Heat spreads through your stomach as he begins moving again, his fingers and cock working in opposite rhythms, stretching you in ways you've never experienced before. His breathing quickens, turning into desperate gasps, sweat dripping onto your chest as he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. The feeling of fullness is incredible—with each thrust, your ass and pussy clench around him as he bottoms out. You squeeze his bicep, feeling the slick skin beneath your fingers as the muscles twitch with intensity. Your toes curl.His ass cheeks clench, and waves of pleasure crash across your skin, building to a peak. "That's it." His grip on your hip becomes almost painful as he thrusts deeper. "I can feel you so close," he groans, and you hear the tension in his voice, the desperation in every word. His pace slows as he reaches down to pinch your nipple between his rough fingers, and your breath stops completely as the two sensations rush through your body. "Come for me," he demands in your ear, his teeth scraping against his orgasm, his movements losing control. Each thrust becomes harder, more erratic, as his own release builds. Your back presses against the wet pillowcase. The cool air beneath you doesn't soothe the heat that sears your skin every time he fills you. His thumb stretches the tense muscles of your ass wider, squeezing tightly as he fucks you, thinking of nothing but what he wants. You feel your insides clench around his thick cock as his hips move erratically. His roar of release fills the dim bedroom, hot currents pulsing inside you with insistent, energetic thrusts. The tight walls of your flesh squeeze more and more out of him as he grinds against your sensitive spots. His thumb circles the sensitive opening behind his cock, applying intense pressure that sends you hurtling toward the edge <<linkreplace "with him">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/Cum.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/Cum1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/Cum2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/Cum3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Waves of all-consuming pleasure crash through your body, your toes curl as ecstatic spasms consume every nerve. Your vision goes blank for a moment, stunned by the double penetration stretching every intimate spot to its limits. Wetness trickles down your inner thighs, his cock thickens and pulses one last time before drawing you both into silence. He collapses against your chest, and the heaviness, suddenly familiar and welcomed in your weakened state, becomes familiar and welcomed. He holds both hands firmly in place, preventing you from escaping the pleasure he's created. His hot breath falls slowly, unevenly, on your neck, mingling with your rapid breathing. Dawn creeps across the wooden floor, a thin light filtering through the blinds and pooling on the sheets, still damp with sweat and spilled liquid. The man next to you breathes deeply, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, the other remaining between your thighs, a reminder of his claim. His breathing is now deep and even, no longer the ragged sighs of a man driven to the brink. You move carefully, trying not to disturb the arm still wrapped around your hips. There's a dull ache between your legs from the night's adventures, and his seed coats the inside of your thighs, already starting to dry in patches. The mattress sags under his weight, heavy as an old friend. His breathing deepens as he drifts off to sleep, and the fingers resting between your legs loosen their grip slightly. You decide it would be too rude to interrupt such a meeting with a secret escape, falling asleep next to him. In the morning, you take a shower and, after getting dressed, order a taxi to the hostel. The guy walks you home, hoping to see you again. You [[wink at him|Morning][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $AP to 4>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/taxi.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/taxi1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/taxi2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> You're having a good time in his company, laughing and drinking alcohol, snacking on nuts and other snacks. It's a surprisingly good time with an interesting person. You're a little tipsy and bolder, so you don't think twice and are quickly persuaded when he suggests going to sample a bottle of vintage wine at his place. In the taxi he ordered, his hand accidentally rests on your knee, and you don't object. At the end of the ride, with the changing lights and the facades of the houses outside the car window, you kiss, passing the time in anticipation of more. <bBlood still pulses beneath the dingy sheets, mingling with the remnants of perfume and sweaty skin. His rough palms slide down your bare thigh as distant moonlight strips the college towns of their color. The cheap wine that started it all ends here, warming your throat even as he pulls you closer, his erection pressing between your legs. You hear the revelry of the night seeping through the apartment walls—laughter, breaking glass, music still playing from the bar you both escaped from after closing. His breath tastes of whiskey as his tongue, clumsy with desire, <<linkreplace "finds yours">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/kiss.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/kiss1.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/kiss2.jpeg" width="720"> <</if>> Outside, the wail of sirens pierces the humid night, the campus patrol's headlights painting random patterns The patterns on the blinds that refuse to close. His hands grip the strap of your bra, his fingers calloused from months of lifting barrels and laboring between classes. His teeth graze the soft skin of your shoulder as your bra falls to the wooden floor, but the pain quickly subsides under the onslaught of desire. The walls of the student dorm were always thin, but his roommate isn't just silent today—he left with his girlfriend over an hour ago. The heavy bed springs sag under your weight as he pulls his jeans over his narrow hips, his gaze never leaving yours. He tears the condom package with his teeth, his fingers rough against yours as you hand it over. His cock stands thick and flushed in the dim light of the bedroom, precum already glistening at the tip. "Are you sure?" you hear in his voice as you roll the condom onto his cock, and his grip tightens around your waist. Warmth spreads between your thighs, despite the sticky smell of latex and cheap alcohol lingering on both of you. The curtain on the window flutters from the trail of a passing motorcycle; Outside, drunken students stumble home past the police tape still blocking the site of last night's party. "Less talk, more sex" - <<linkreplace "you sigh">> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex15.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex16.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex17.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex18.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex19.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex20.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Harsh words ignite a wild hunger in his face as he presses you against the cold wallpaper. Alcohol slows his reactions, but heightens his desire. His teeth scrape your throat, and his fingers slide roughly between your thighs, already damp and swollen from an evening of tequila kisses and whispered promises. "Holy shit," he growls, gripping your hips and impaling you on his cock with one brutal thrust. Your body arches as his length stretches you, burying him completely inside you, ripping hoarse moans from your throat. Beads of sweat run down his torso as he thrusts deeper, slamming your back against the wall with enough force to leave bruises tomorrow. Each powerful thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, and the cheap nightstand rattles against the wood paneling. His rough hands dig into the soft flesh as he thrusts harder, more insistently, every movement calculated to exploit the confines of his bedroom. Papers scatter across the nightstand as another sharp thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Distant party music thumps the walls until his hand finds your throat, muffling any sounds that might escape. "Not here, baby. My fucking roommate will hear." His voice grows dark and demanding as he thrusts into you with relentless focus. Your toes curl as his thick cock hits you at just the right angle, every movement promising ecstasy if you'd just... stop being such a bitch <<linkreplace "because of the sounds">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex12.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex14.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex9.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex13.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarSex19.webp" width="720"> <</if>> He flips you onto all fours, his rough hands guiding your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. The cold wood of a discarded baseball bat digs into your shin from the corner of the room. "Fuck yes," he groans, burying his fingers in your hair to control your movements as he thrusts deeper. Suddenly, his grip tightens around your waist, his knuckles whitening, your body tensing. A strangled groan escapes his throat as he jerks inside you, the condom filling with warm cum. His breathing gradually slows, each breath weaker than the last, until he finally collapses onto the sweat-dampened sheets beside you. Cheap beer and the pungent scent of fresh tobacco linger on his skin as he rolls back with a satisfied groan, already reaching for a crumpled pack of cigarettes on the cluttered nightstand. You spend some time together in his student bed before saying goodbye and heading to [[your place|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 8>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene <= 2>> You drink. A lot and haphazardly. At some point, some guy or something joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. Sweat drips from the man's forehead onto your cheek as he grabs your hair, breathing heavily onto the cold porcelain behind you. You don't understand how you ended up in this situation—the events in the bar are blurred by the alcohol coursing through your blood. His flesh fills your mouth, and his hips thrust forward, overcoming your resistance and penetrating deep into your throat. Despite your attempts to break free, his grip on your hair holds you in place as he presses himself between your lips. The music from the bar filters through the thin walls of the small booth, but here the sounds are muffled by the tile and something much closer—his smooth moans as he fucks your face, driven only by the desire for pleasure. Your vision blurs, alcohol and vomit mixing in your stomach as he thrusts forward again and again. The man's thrusts become more insistent, his free hand sliding down, squeezing your small, firm ass as he holds you still. The taste of musk and salt fills your mouth, your gag reflex spasming uselessly as he pushes himself deeper until his pelvis hits your chin. Around you, the confines of the stall tighten—the mirror to your left reflects fragments of twisted desire, your flushed face disappearing beneath the waves of his cock slamming down your esophagus. Suddenly, he thrusts too far, completely cutting off your airway. Panic overwhelms you, your lungs constricting with a desperate need for oxygen, black spots blurring before your vision, and his cock throbs and twitches in the back of your throat. Without hesitation, he pulls out just as your muscles give out, a thick stream of saliva and precum stretching between his wet tip and your trembling lips before he slams his cock back down your throat. Thick cum explodes in your throat, coating your mouth and rolling down your stomach as you gasp and spit around him. His grip loosens just enough for you to suck in a desperate breath before he thrusts back in, leaving no air through the thick shaft squeezing your windpipe. The taste overwhelms your senses—bitter and salty, thick and viscous as he pushes his load deep into your throat in hot streams. Footsteps at the entrance to the toilet stall prevent you from screaming as he finally pulls out completely. Breathing heavily, the man zips up his pants and rinses his hands in the nearby sink, leaving you gasping and panting on the cold tile. Water runs, paper towels rustle, and then the door opens and closes—he's gone, leaving you alone in the small bathroom, your knees aching on the hard tile and his still-hot cum [[in your stomach|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> You drink. A lot and haphazardly. At some point, some guy or something makes you come over.Panic, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. The floor beneath your knees smells sharply of disinfectant, which doesn't hide the traces of years of urine and spilled alcohol. The tiles are rough from countless attempts at cleaning, clinging to your sensitive skin when the man you were drinking with grabs your hair, setting an uneven rhythm. His breath in the small booth becomes rapid and intermittent, cheap cologne mingling strangely with the antiseptic and musty urine that constantly permeates this small space. A drunken couple bursts into the booth next to you, their lewd laughter echoing off the bare walls as they settle against the far wall. Your shoulders ache from being half-bent, half-floating from the effort, and a strange chemical smell begins to fill your nose, sharp and burning in the back of your throat. The man's grip on your hair tightens, his breath hitching, and his hips twitch involuntarily, pressing against your face. His hand moves lower, not letting go of your hair but pressing it steadily against the back of your head, guiding your pace even as your vision begins to blur. The confined space amplifies the sound, and when he finishes, a warm stream splashes the inside of your cheek, followed by several thick spurts that nearly make you gag. "Ohhh, fuck, that's it... that's my girl," he breathes as the last of the pulses eases, and his grip finally releases the hair at the back of your neck. The heat in your mouth mixes with saliva, and you swallow carefully, acutely aware of his softening cock twitching slightly under your tongue. A drunken couple stumbles out of the next stall. The man giggles loudly, and his partner giggles as if she needs help walking in heels. They barely acknowledge your presence before slamming the door behind them. You suddenly feel the crotch of your panties stick painfully to your skin, drenched in arousal you didn't expect. He zips up his pants and runs both hands through his greasy hair, looking smug. "That was the best thing that happened to me all week." "Happy for you," you try not to burp. Your head is spinning, your legs are clumsy. You stagger to your feet, wiping your mouth, fully confident that this pastime [[should end|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 9>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You drink. A lot and haphazardly. At some point, some guy or something joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. A stifling heat presses against your skin as you sway slightly on unsteady legs. Disjointed fragments of memories return in a nauseating flood: cheerful conversations about student exchanges and visas fade away as images form before you. His hands slide over your hips with familiar, possessive confidence. Your dress rides up, revealing lacy lingerie. "Relax," he whispers in your ear, his grip on your thigh tightening possessively. The alcohol slows your reactions, muting the protest rising in your throat. The cramped men's room smells of industrial cleaner and male sweat. Your legs tremble as he leads you to the mirror above the sink. You stare blankly at the stranger—a girl lost in unfamiliar territory, her lips already swollen from someone else's kisses. He steps closer, his cologne thick in the musty air. One hand slides over your stomach, beneath the thin fabric of your dress, his fingers almost gently brushing your ribs. Another traces the contour of your jaw. "Say my name," he whispers, his hot breath fanning your neck. Your mind screams in protest, but your body betrays you, reaching for him like a sail in the wind. The mirror shows you a truth you don't want to see: a girl, half-dead and uncertain, her dress hiked up so high that the creamy curves of her inner thighs are visible. His fingers hook into your panties, his teeth scrape your earlobe. "You're so damn beautiful," he growls. Panic breaks through your drunkenness as the door slams behind you, effectively locking you inside. The lock turns with a decisive click. His thumb presses against the slick heat between your thighs, making gentleYou keep moving in circles, despite the awkward drunkenness clouding your coordination. The alcohol dulls your ability to push away, but not your awareness of his fingers penetrating deeper, testing your boundaries. "Yes, like this," he whispers against your neck, sinking deeper. The reflection in the mirror shows his free hand reaching for his belt buckle, his fingers clenching awkwardly in anticipation. "Spread your legs. Let's see how wet you can be for strangers." Your vision blurs, the sensations overwhelming you. One hand grips the edge of the sink to steady yourself, while the other flutters aimlessly around his wrist, neither pushing nor guiding. His breathing quickens, mixing with his own intoxicating arousal in the tight, hot space. Painfully slowly, he lowers his pants, the fabric rustling softly. "Look at me." His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look down as he settles between your legs. The head of his cock presses against your entrance with a deliberate, calculated pause. No words are spoken—only his grip holds you in place as he thrusts deeper. A strangled gasp escapes your lips as he plunges into you to the hilt, your body clinging to him despite its unpreparedness. "Oh, fuck, you're even tighter than I thought," he groans into your hair, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he begins to thrust. The mirror distorts both your expressions—his with animalistic need, yours with something between shame and masochistic pleasure. His rhythm quickens, his pelvis pressing against you with each thrust, the edge of the counter digging into your flesh. "I'm going to make you come right here in the men's room," he gasps between thrusts, his grip leaving bruises on your soft skin. Every word pierces your body like a jolt, adding to the intoxicating shame coursing through your veins. The cold metal of the sink countertop digs painfully into your spine as he fucks you, and your legs tremble with the lingering tremors of alcohol and the unbearable physical sensations. He moans louder as you wince, clearly enjoying the signs of your vulnerability. His hands release your hips to lift your dress higher, exposing your soft stomach and ribcage to the harsh fluorescent light. Beads of sweat trickle down your hairline as his thrusts become harder, more desperate. The unfamiliar burning sensation between your thighs sends conflicting signals to your dazed mind: pleasure clashes with the overwhelming understanding that <<linkreplace "the situation is beyond your control">> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> «God, you feel so damn good when you hug my dick with your greedy "Cunt,"" he rasps, gasping for breath. Your pulse quickens as the reality sinks in—this is actually happening, in the cramped men's room of an unfamiliar bar. The metallic taste of nervousness fills your mouth, his thrusts reach a frantic pace, and his grip on your waist is painful but relentless. Alcohol and adrenaline battle in your body, trying to dominate each other, and waves of pleasure mingle with deep discomfort. The toilet stall across the street offers only a flimsy illusion of privacy: its door hangs crookedly on rusty hinges. Your mind dwells on mundane details—someone probably left it that way—while the stranger... is away from you in a filthy public place. His breathing becomes ragged, his pace unsteady as he nears completion, each thrust pressing you against the merciless edge of the counter. The sharp countertop digs into your vertebrae as he shifts position, using the angle to thrust even deeper. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, both from the sudden contact and from the realization. He doesn't say another word, only the wet sounds of skin on skin, mixed with his ragged breathing—two people grinding against each other in what feels more like an act of violence than mutual desire. Sweat makes your skin slippery against the cold metal beneath you. "That's it, squeeze everything out of me" he breathes, leaving crimson marks on your soft skin, maintaining a brutal pace. The sharp edges of each thrust rub unpleasantly against sensitive areas, causing waves of pain disguised as unwanted pleasure. Your own moans mingle with the rhythmic slamming of your bodies against concrete and metal. The alcohol still confuses you, preventing you from resisting. With a final, shuddering groan, he plunges completely into you, squeezing your hips as he reaches orgasm. Hot liquid penetrates deep into your defenseless body, and his teeth scrape against your shoulder, unnaturally reflecting the intimacy you sought. Your body instinctively tenses, despite the betrayal washing over you as this stranger pours the last of his strength into your <<linkreplace "unprepared flesh">> <img src="img/bar/TCum.webp" width="720"> "God, you came out of nowhere today," he mutters, coming to his senses, straightening his shirt and looking at you with undisguised satisfaction. His casual tone suggests this encounter was merely a diversion for him—a convenient way to exploit a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The evidence of his deed runs down the inside of your thighs, sticky and warm against your skin. "Just lucky," you sigh, realizing it's best to end this unexpected short affair [[on a good note|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You're drinking. Lots and mess. At some point, some guy or something joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. The floor beneath the stall feels slippery with urine and stale alcohol as you press against the cold metal wall, breathing heavily. The man's hands are already under your dress, his fingers roughly spreading your legs, his other hand squeezing your shoulder. His whiskey-soaked breath fanned your face as he pressed himself between your thighs, his jeans roughly scraping the skin where they rode up your thighs. "I know you want this," he slurred, pressing his hands harder against the insides of your legs. Outside, you hear the bar patrons continuing to order drinks, oblivious to what's happening in this dimly lit bathroom stall. He stares at you, searching for the slightest resistance or hesitation—and when there's none, he squeezes. You try to turn away, but he blocks your path. His thick forearm presses against the wall next to your head, as if captivating you, while his other hand fumbles with the buttons on his fly. Rough fingers rip through your underwear, parting the fabric before he enters you without warning. The sudden, intrusive presence inside you makes you bite back a pained sigh; it burns with the pressure, heated by alcohol and sudden unpreparedness. His thumb rubs against the soft skin above, finding your most sensitive spot but clumsily missing it. "I told you so, honey. All girls like to be taken like this," he whispers in your ear, slurred but determined. His free hand moves to your hip, trying to get you into a more comfortable position, and he begins a frantic rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of discomfort through you, mingling with the sticky, foul smell rising from the floor around your feet. Beyond the stall door, someone flushes the toilet. The sudden, distinct sound reminds you that this is happening in a public place, where anyone could walk in and witness your helplessness. Blood begins to leak where his rough hands tear the tender skin above your thigh, mixing with your natural lubrication to create a disturbing mixture. Your nails dig into the metal wall behind you, trying to find purchase on the smooth surface as he continues to thrust deeper. The concrete wall of the stall groans slightly under your combined weight, threatening to collapse completely. "Faster, faster," he encourages between thrusts, his own eyes clouded with desire, hazedAlcohol. The dim lightbulb overhead flickers ominously as someone slams on the stall door—whether in anger or despair, you can't tell. Your breathing becomes short and ragged, his movements become increasingly frantic, your body involuntarily tensing every time he hits the spot that makes stars flash before your eyes. His grip suddenly loosens, and before you can react, he collapses against your shoulder with relief, like a drunk. He breathes heavily against your neck, but his still-full pants remain untouched at your thighs. His flaccid erection remains inside you, trapped between your legs, where his rough hands left you sore and defenseless. Disgust and shame battle the relentless pain of his thrusts, his warm breath leaving wet stains on your collar. Muffled voices drift through the thin wooden stall doors: "This one's occupied. Someone's using it," followed by the distinctive sound of urination in the next stall. The smell of the men's room clings to your clothes—urine, old cigarettes, cheap disinfectant that does nothing to mask it. <img src="img/bar/TCum.webp" width="720"> His head lifts slightly from your shoulder, his clouded eyes trying to focus on your face as his lips struggle to form words. "You're... not so bad when you're relaxed like this." "That's a lame compliment," you comment, catching your breath before starting to straighten yourself out. Well, it certainly wasn't the worst sex of [[your life|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You drink. A lot and erratically. At some point, some guy or something joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. Dazed and intoxicated, you recognize the rough grip of two large hands on your skull as they plunge deeper into your mouth, encircling a thick, hard shaft. The sharp smells of urinal disinfectant and stale sweat fill your nostrils, and the warm breath of a faceless creature behind you hits your face. Your balance wobbles as someone pushes you forward from your already tense kneeling position, your bare breasts pressed coldly against the tile. Wetness drips onto your bare back, unsure whether it's your own sweat or the spray from a recently emptied urinal. The hand gripping the base of his cock jerks sharply before a hot stream gushes into your mouth, the coppery, bitter taste burning your throat and eyes as you struggle to swallow. Between forced breaths and gasps, you feel the sticky liquid trickle down your chin and collarbones. The men chuckle darkly as your knees scrape against the ceramic tile. "You're getting sloppy, sweetheart," a hoarse voice chuckles as someone roughly wipes their cock against your cheekbone, leaving thick traces of liquid running into your already watery eyes. The grip on your head tightens, the spongy tip pushing past your gag reflex with a sharp thrust that makes your neck involuntarily clench. A wet slap sounds behind you—someone steps into the nearest urinal, relieving themselves with casual indifference while you're trapped between someone else's knees. Cool air blows across the damp curve of your lower back, where your shorts had been pulled down during their heated encounter. "Enough warm-up," another voice murmurs, and two pairs of calloused fingers cling to the waistband of your panties, ripping the fabric as roughly as if it were paper. The torn fabric tears away from your skin with a quiet rip that you recognize as the final barrier. A rough palm slides over the sensitive, smooth skin of your inner thigh, fingertips pressing into you with deliberate pressure before being quickly replaced by something far more demanding and powerful. Inches thrust in sharply, stretching tissues not yet accustomed to such force: one hand grips your thigh to maintain balance, the other presses firmly against your neck. "Damn, you're tighter than a virgin.," the man rasps through clenched teeth. The wet heat of his cock repeatedly slaps your cervix, your elbows shuddering on the tile. His thrusts, insistent and mechanical, intensify, and you gasp for air between each brutal thrust, your head bobbing back and forth in time with his wild rhythm. The slap of wet flesh mingles with the metallic creak of unstable support. One final, brutal thrust hits its mark before erupting deep inside you, his seed pulsing hotly against the tight walls of your vagina as the thick head twitches furiously. He pulls away abruptly, leaving you lying on the ceramic partition, warm liquid oozing between your still-spread thighs. <img src="img/bar/TCum.webp" width="720"> "This bitch doesn't even know how to fuck properly," another customer sneers, adjusting his dirty jeans and squeezing past. "Fuck you, cocksucker!" you flip the idiot off, who only laughs at your words and moves on. Your lover laughs too. He gets out some napkins and helps you clean up, ending the evening by [[ordering a taxi|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You drink whatever is poured for you, succumbing to the moment and your mood. First beer, then liqueurs, and ending with a few shots of vodka. You're too late to notice that you're tipsy, and that your new acquaintance's hands are already roaming all over you. It feels like you blinked for only a moment, but when you come to, you find yourself in a bar restroom, but you don't really notice. The cold tile floor of the dirty restroom cuts into your bare knees as you try to sit up straight. Alcohol and confusion make your arms and legs go numb. The man who picked you up earlier pushes you forward, his hands gripping your hips as you try to push him away. A sharp, searing pain shoots through your stomach as his fingers fumble under your skirt, and you realize with horror that he's just ripped off your underwear. "Relax, baby," he slurs, his breath reeking of cheap beer and cigarette smoke as he leans over you. He shifts his weight, pressing your lower back against the hard porcelain rim of the toilet. You squirm and try to stand, but your body fails you, your movements sluggish and disoriented. His erection presses against your inner thigh, straining against his belt buckle. Other voices and footsteps echo outside the restroom door—other customers entering and exiting the adjacent stalls. He grabs your wrists as you struggle, pulling them up, pinning them to the wet tile wall behind you. "Come on, you were the one who came at me," he growls, his voice hoarse and drunk, full of promises and threats. Sweat from working in the stuffy kitchen and cheap cologne sting the damp air as he presses himself ever closer to you. The cheap fabric of his pants scrapes your bare legs, his hands grip your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin. Your skirt is hiked up at your waist, revealing everything as he leads you to where you lie helplessly on the dirty floor. A wave of fear and humiliation washes over you as you realize the door is unlocked—anyone could come in at any moment. "I just…" you croak, your voice shaking, trying to form words, but the alcohol is clouding your thoughts. He doesn't seem to hear, nor does he care, too focused on his own needs. Blood rushes to your face as the rough fabric scrapes your skin, leaving traces of sand and moisture. His eyes burn with hunger beneath their lids, his breath labored and hot against your flushed cheek. He squeezes your wrists tighter until your hands throb in time with his pulse, helplessly pinned to the damp tiles above your head. "Please, don't..." you whine, but the words fade into silence as his full weight crushes your body. The cold porcelain bites into the small of your back, and the sharp smell of urine and cheap disinfectant overwhelms you. You see stains on his T-shirt and smell stale cigarette smoke clinging to his work clothes. Heavy footsteps fade away.The bathroom entrance, and then they continue walking. The man between your thighs smirks, revealing yellow teeth, and licks his lips. Flesh pressing against flesh makes an obscene, wet sound as he pushes past your protests. The thick walls resist him at first, but then give in to his insistent intrusion. Pain shoots through you as he overcomes the resistance, his thick cock pushing where it doesn't belong. A strangled sob escapes your throat as he fully enters you, his balls slapping wetly against your buttocks. His hands slip from your wrists as you stop resisting—the fight drains out of you, tears streaming down your flushed face. The walls of the bar echo with his groans and your broken sobs as he begins to move inside you with brutal intensity. Each thrust rubs your back against the cold porcelain, the edge cutting into your spine as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet," he groans, oblivious to your suffering. Cum drips from the corner of his lips as he still breathes heavily into your ear. Sticky, warm cum flows from where he thrust, coating your thighs and the floor beneath you. His fingers dig into your hips as he lazily strokes you, lost in the aftertaste, and finally his softening cock slips out with a wet pop, leaving a trickle of mixed fluids in the crack of your ass. <img src="img/bar/TCum.webp" width="720"> "Do a man a favor every now and then, darling," he mumbles haltingly, buttoning his pants. "Show more enthusiasm next time, okay?" His laughter sounds like gravel being poured into a metal trash can. He spits on the floor at your feet and straightens his shirt before turning to the door. You take a moment to compose yourself before you somehow manage to gather yourself and leave [[for your place|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 10>> <<if $SexRandScene >= 2>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You're drinking. Lots and mess. At some point, some guy or man joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcohol-fueled rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. This time, you're definitely out of luck—you've clearly messed with the wrong guy. He's rude and vulgar, and you realize it too late. He drags you into the restroom, ignoring your protests and wasting no time on conversation, dropping you onto the dirty restroom floor and planting his penis in your mouth. He tightens his grip on your hair as you try to avoid the bitter, coppery taste in your mouth. The pungent smell of sour whiskey and sweat fills your nostrils as he plunges his throbbing cock deeper. "Suck it, little bitch," he growls, his voice distorted with sadistic glee. Your body betrays you with desperate gagging, the sound echoing off the cracked tiles of the men's room. Blood trickles from the corner of your mouth as your teeth scrape his uncut end. Outside, the bar continues its chaotic soundtrack—breaking glass, loud laughter, the mechanical hum of a vending machine dispensing snacks. His breathing becomes ragged, approaching climax, but his free hand suddenly tilts your face up. "Fuck, you're so pathetic. "You can't even give a deepthroat blowjob like a slut." He pushes you onto the dirty floor, and the zipper leaves drool on your neck. You gasp from the sudden impact. Spitting next to you, he, clearly disappointed in your skills, turns around, staggering slightly, and walks away. Your head is spinning, your consciousness is foggy, but sitting on the tiled floor of the toilet, you understand what the end of a meeting with this man is - [[best of the most likely options|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 3>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex10.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex9.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You drink. A lot and erratically. At some point, some guy or man joins you, actively encouraging you and getting you drunk. And you don't mind. The alcoholic rave ends, surprisingly, in the bar's restroom. Adrenaline surges through you as rough hands grip your slender waist, pressing your stomach against the cold porcelain sink. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a harsh, merciless light on the sterile surface, stained with toothpaste and water. You try to speak, but the words roll off your tongue drunkenly. "We agreed," the man breathes into your neck, his teeth scraping against the delicate skin. His belt The sound of his pants clanking across the tile floor as he pulls them down. Your reflection in the mirror is distorted—face flushed with alcohol and mounting panic, pupils dilated in the dim light of the public restroom. His hand slides under your miniskirt, fingers probing for the cotton barrier between him and what he wants. "Just relax and let me fuck you properly." The chemical smell of bleach and urine fills your nostrils, and you crane your neck, trying to follow his every movement. His breathing becomes rapid and ragged, his hands fiddling with the fabric, then suddenly grabbing the thin elastic. The sound of tearing fills the confined space as your underwear yields to his rough fingers. He groans softly when nothing else is there. shares. "God, you're even better than I imagined," he growls, guiding himself toward the wet, pulsing flesh. The wide head of his cock slips between your swollen lips, pressing against your barrier. Your body betrays you, arching uncontrollably with wild, forbidden pleasure. "Take it all, baby." He enters an inch, stretching the tense muscles that desperately try to resist, but the alcohol in your system makes them weak and pliable. A sharp stab of pain shoots through you as he pushes further, your inner walls resisting and clenching as he penetrates deeper and deeper. "Hush, "Relax," he mutters through clenched teeth, penetrating your small, unprepared body deeper. The unfamiliar pressure stretches you to the limit until his pelvis presses against your buttocks. "Fuck, that's tight." His hot breath burns your neck until he stops, giving your pussy time to adjust. When you try to break free, he grabs your hips with unbearable force, holding you in place, and begins moving with slow, merciless thrusts. Each slide feels like a red-hot spear invading your core, and every centimeter is given to you in a struggle between the slick friction and the screaming walls of your inexperienced sex. The porcelain chill under your belly brings no comfort as his moans and grunts fill the bathroom, echoing <<linkreplace " tile">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarTSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Look in the mirror," he breathes out sharply, forcing you to lift your face to watch yourself being taken. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks as his cock penetrates deeper, filling you to the brim until he plunges to the root with a satisfied groan. The mirror reflects your lips, pressed together in a grimace of agony and desire, while his muscular body looms behind you like a shadow. One rough hand wraps around your throat, lifting your face higher, forcing you to watch. "See? See what you look like when you're properly used?" The words vibrate against your skin between rough thrusts that don't slow. His other arm wraps around your waist, His fingers dig into your soft skin as he pulls you toward his cock. The bathroom door swings open, flooding the room with light and illuminating the scene as a drunken patron stumbles inside. You both freeze in the dim light, his thick cock buried completely in your wet folds. His rough hands tighten as he sees you looking at yourself, his eyes dark.Your muscles clench with possession, his rhythm quickening, his thick length thrusting in and out with increasing urgency. The sound of flesh on flesh drowns out your ragged breath as he begins to thrust into you like a beast, leaving angry red marks on your thighs. Pain and shame war with something darker as your body responds despite the searing stretch, muscles spasming around his invading cock. The alcoholic high keeps you afloat, even as he presses you hard against the porcelain rim. "You wanted this," he growls between thrusts, penetrating deeper as your pussy trembles around him. "This drunken little cunt needed a real man to properly master her." The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and hum ominously as the fucking becomes less controlled, his cock sinking deeper, hitting a spot that makes you cry out involuntarily. Smeared black makeup runs down your cheeks from tear-stained eyes as he plunges into you with increasing force. The angle of penetration becomes terrifying: at a 45-degree angle, his pelvis grinds against your sensitive spot with each deep thrust, his cock slamming into the deepest part of your cervix. "You're so fucking tight," he groans, the compliment somehow sounding more painful than sincere against the backdrop of his heavy breathing and the wet slap of flesh against skin. New bouts of pain break through the alcoholic haze with each thrust, but your body betrays you, responding. Wet arousal glistens on his dark shaft as he slowly pulls out, admiring the pinkness of your recently deflowered pussy. He leans down to stroke your clit with two rough fingers, pressing your ass against the counter, holding your womb to receive every last drop of his precum-filled cock. "I don't know who pumped who." Your muscles tremble around the swollen head as he grunts as he thrusts into you, his thrusts becoming erratic with desperation. His rough fingertips dig into your hips to steady himself as he thrusts furiously into your tight hole, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead in the harsh fluorescent light. "Come now, baby," he orders sharply, pulling you by the waist, stumbling and nearly falling face-first into the mirror. The cold tile scrapes against your sensitive knees as you are pinned to the dirty bathroom floor between his spread legs. His cock twitches against your swollen slit as his wrists hold you tight, preventing you from escaping his intentions. The acrid smoke of a cigarette burns his nostrils during his rough inspection, the remnants of someone else's vices litter the stained concrete at <<linkreplace "your knees">> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/bar/BarBlow5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Let's see how you handle it on your knees, where a slut belongs," he says contemptuously, without preamble directing your mouth to his bleeding length. Saliva glistens on your swollen lips as he pushes the first few inches between them, his cock feeling unbearably large now that your throat is constricted with panic. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks, and his grip on your hair pins your face to the floor. The stale air of the bathroom fills with choking sounds, thick veins pulsing under your tongue and the insides of your cheeks. "Relax, baby, I need that mouth," he groans, watching his cum-slicked cock disappear behind your chapped lips with each demanding thrust. Saliva and spit pool on your chin as the hard head slams against your soft palate again and again. He clutches a fistful of brown hair, fucking you with sharp, deep thrusts. Your vision, blurred by tears, is riveted by the graffiti scratching the bathroom walls: "Whore here," "Blow job for $5"—these crude messages hang like a haunting prophecy above your head. Cobwebs slide down your back as his knees press you deeper into the narrow gap beneath the urinal. Concrete dust fills your lungs as you gasp desperately between deep thrusts, and sticky moisture coats your mouth and throat relentlessly. The sharp taste of urine permeates the air, mingling with the musk of sex and man. His moans fill the narrow space.oh, while he watches the drool mix with the saliva dripping onto your cleavage. "Do you like it?" Rough fingertips trace the outline of your stretched mouth around his invading cock. "Then open your mouth wider." He immediately thrusts back, cutting off your oxygen supply. As your eyes roll back in panic, he pauses for you to take a few short, sharp breaths before ramming his cock back into your unwilling throat. Your gag reflex fights every slippery thrust, your stomach muscles clenching in disgust. "Look at yourself," the stranger smirks darkly, rubbing a drop of precum over your swollen clit with the toe of his boot. "All spread out, like a real slut." He grabs your ears, holding your head still like a sex toy during his final, <<linkreplace "brutal" plunge">> <img src="img/bar/TCum.webp" width="720"> Hot liquid suddenly gushes down you in fast, thick streams, and he groans and slurps down your shuddering throat. "That's it, baby, take it all." Hot, salty streams fill your throat as he fucks you mercilessly, forcing you to taste and swallow everything. "Wash it all away before you go," he says, showing only a modicum of concern after everything he's done to you. He wipes his dick with toilet paper, tossing the wet wad onto your head before walking away, leaving you alone in the stall beneath the prophetic sign [["Used Slut"|Night][$barsex += 1; $social += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SexRand == 0>> <<set $variable to random(8)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard6.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/Leonard8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJBlow5.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> When you enter his office, he orders you to close the door behind him. With a click of the lock, he unzips his pants, revealing his penis. - You already know what to do, so be a good girl and get to your part-time job. As always, you won't lose out, and you'll make me laugh, too. He stands up, waiting for you to sit down on the chair. He walks around his workstation, sitting on the edge of the desk opposite you. He habitually places his hands on your head, guiding it toward his penis. Without hesitation, fully aware that it will be over before he cums, you take his now familiar cock into your mouth and begin sucking, trying to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. When you finish, Leonard adjusts his clothes with a satisfied look. With a fatherly pat on your cheek, he hands you $50 before returning to work. <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust Clothes and Leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> The familiar scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the metallic scent of pens fill the air as Leonard stands behind his metal desk. His thick hands reach for his belt buckle, his fingers deftly tracing the leather. "This suits us both, doesn't it?" His words are laced with refined seduction as his gaze glides over your body. He reaches out, taking your chin between his rough fingers. "Kneel here." The command is forceful: his thumb glides along the edge of your jaw, his other hand stroking the growing bulge in your pants. "Show me what that little mouth is made for." The desk creaks under his weight as he shifts, settling more comfortably in the chair. The small room is almost devoid of personal belongings, making it painfully obvious that this office doesn't belong to someone who spends much time here. The cold floor presses against your knees as Leonard shifts in his chair, leaning forward to give you a better view from where you stand. The musty smell of coffee and cigarettes intensifies as the teeth of his zipper slide apart in one agonizing tug. A chuckle bubbles from his chest as he watches your eyes follow his movement. Cool skin touches your face as he presses against the head of his cock. His thumb releases your chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing you forward as he begins to thrust past your parted lips. "Faster," he commands, tangling his fingers in your hair. "Good girl." Tears gather in the corners of his eyes, but he maintains a smooth motion and measured breathing as Leonard's hips slam into your face, each thrust forcing you to swallow his arousal deeper. His hand grips your hair, his knuckles rubbing against the sensitive groove between your skull and neck as he guides you into rhythmic movements. The sharp taste of copper mingles with the bitter pre-cum on your tongue, a reminder of his control and your helplessness in this tight, impersonal space. "I knew you could do it," he says hoarsely, watching your throat work as he penetrates the depths of your mouth with each powerful thrust. The metal chair creaks alarmingly under his weight, threatening to break as his heavy breathing quickens. "Okay, take it like a pro." One word pierces your foggy mind—"professional"—reminding you that this deal is the reason Leonard tolerates your work. Leonard's grip on your hair loosens momentarily, and a pained groan escapes your throat as something shifts inside him—whether from pleasure or some deeper emotion remains unclear. EHis movements become more erratic, punctuated by rough squeezes whenever you seem to do something he particularly enjoys. His free hand finds the back of your head, fingers spreading possessively across your scalp, and he barks out another command. "Want it deeper, huh? I can feel you craving it, baby." His words are labored between thrusts, his voice hoarse with arousal and the hidden note of disdain he reserves for those he considers beneath him. Leather creaks against the back of the chair as he arches, taking you fully into his throat. When you start to choke, he laughs—not good-naturedly, but with the cruel satisfaction of a man who enjoys seeing his cock go weak in his subordinate's mouth. "You're shaking for me now, aren't you?" He leans forward, shoving his entire length deep inside you until your breathing stops completely. The hand in your hair tugs hard, holding you in place as he studies your face—his expression oscillating between disgust and admiration. Leonard's eyes burn, completely focused on yours, his cock still in your mouth. When he suddenly pulls away, his expression expresses something far beyond simple control. His face darkens, and his breathing becomes ragged—far too rapid for a man whose grip seems so secure. "Enough." The word falls like a guillotine blade onto silent steel. His erection twitches against your lips, the moisture between you remains sticky despite his hasty withdrawal. "Get up. Wipe your mouth." His usual authority has returned, but there's a hidden tremor in his voice that wasn't there a few moments ago. He doesn't look at you, buttoning his pants with trembling fingers, his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched. When you finish, Leonard adjusts his clothes with a satisfied expression. With a fatherly pat on your cheek, he hands you $50 before returning to work. <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust Clothes and Leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 2>> Leonard's voice is commanding as he orders you to close the door with such authority that your stomach clenches. You close it quietly behind you, the old wood panel muffling the background noise of the cafe. The tiny office smells of sweat and paper, file cabinets towering over two chairs pushed up to a metal desk piled high with papers. "I don't have much time," he says, unbuttoning his pants. His hand lifts your face to his cock, already half-hard. "Come on, hurry up." Your knees ache as you step back onto the floor, this time onto the rough office carpet instead of the cold tile. The cramped space forces you to straddle the single chair he sits on, your skirt riding up as you climb into his lap. He tugs you down by your hair, his other hand sliding under your skirt and squeezing one of your cheeks so hard it leaves fingerprints. "You know how it is." He presses your face firmly into his knees, his other hand cupping your thigh, his fingertips digging into the soft skin. Your body moves smoothly, following a familiar routine honed over the past few encounters. He groans softly as you work him, one hand still buried in your hair, the other exploring deeper under your skirt. His rough palm slides along the graceful contour of your panties, slowly pushing into the fabric. Meanwhile, cheap polyester pants cling tightly to his legs and hips as you move rhythmically above him. "Look at me," he commands, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful as he lifts your head. You meet his gaze, furrowed with deep lines from years of scowls at coworkers. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he leans in for a sloppy kiss, his stubble scraping your chin. "Good girl," he murmurs against your lips, his free hand finally slipping through the fabric barrier. His thick fingers explore the elastic as he tugs at your face, continuing to suck as his fingers work roughly inside your wetness. Each thrust of his fingers matches the bob of your head, creating a rhythm that pulses throughout the tiny office. The flimsy structure of the chair groans under your weight as Leonard's hips jerk upward uncontrollably. You feel himHis cock swells in your mouth, the shaft thickening with his approaching release. His grip on your hair grows frantic, using it to guide your movements with ever-increasing desperation. "Fuck, I..." His words are cut off as he spills into your mouth, warm streams touching your tongue and throat. He holds your face tightly until each orgasm passes, then leaves you kneeling between his knees until his spent cock goes soft. Leonard zips up his pants with sharp, quick movements, the sound of the zipper echoing loudly throughout the cramped office. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he reaches for a crumpled receipt on the table, wipes your drool from his flaccid cock, and tosses the used napkin into the overflowing trash can. "Next time, I want you to wear heels like my ex," he mutters, shuffling through a stack of order forms on the table as if nothing had happened. The fluorescent lights overhead illuminate the dark sweat stains under his arms that hadn't been noticeable before. He gestures toward the door without looking up from his paperwork. When you finish, he hands you $80 before returning to work. <<set $money += 80>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust Clothes and Leave|Afternoon]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand == 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJSex2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/AfterJSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene <= 1>> Cold sweat breaks out on you Your temples tingle as you stand, your butt raised high, your palms pressed against the polished wood. Leonard's breathing becomes ragged as he looms over you, his rough hands sliding under your shirt to cup your small breasts. The man's stubble scrapes the sensitive skin of your neck as he presses against you, his erection straining against your clenched thighs. Your pulse pounds in your ears with arousal and anxiety as he growls orders, demanding that you remain perfectly still in anticipation of what's to come next. Leonard's zipper hisses sharply as he fiddles with it with one hand, never ceasing to caress your breast. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan when he suddenly releases your right breast to hike your skirt up your back, revealing black panties clinging to your ass. "Daddy always kept important papers locked away in his filing cabinet, didn't he?" Leonard growls in your ear, pulling your panties down to your knees with unexpected force. The cotton fabric bites into your thighs, restricting your movement just enough to throw you off balance and expose every inch of your intimate flesh to the chill of the office. The cool air tingles your wet labia as Leonard's thick finger slips between them, testing your readiness. A strangled sigh escapes your throat when he discovers you're more aroused than you're willing to admit—your body already responding with a wet heat, despite the struggle between desire and the instinct for self-preservation pulsing through your veins. With his other hand, he continues to torment your small breast, his fingers squeezing your nipple in a torturous rhythm. "Naughty girl should know what happens to those who mistake daddy for a softie," he gasps before spitting onto your bare ass. Saliva drips down your slit, mixing with his arousal. Leonard's thick thumb presses against the tight ring of muscle, working it roughly despite your shudders. "Freeze, greedy little immigrant," he growls, leaning his full weight onto your clenched body. His free hand slaps your thigh hard enough to leave a bruise, a sharp pain piercing muscle and nerve fibers. "You're already soaking wet," he remarks with dark satisfaction, running his swollen cock over your swollen labia. Leonard groans loudly as he penetrates just an inch, his cock stretching you wider than his fingers ever did. Hot agony mingles with dark pleasure as he mercilessly plunges inch after inch, not stopping until his pubic bone rubs against your ass. The violence tears through you, making your legs tremble as he tightens his hands on your hips, his sweat dripping down your back.His hips immediately begin to move, grinding into you with a primal need he's clearly not satisfied in a long time. A harsh slap echoes through the small office as Leonard thrusts into you as deeply as physics and his impressive size will allow. Each brutal thrust presses the desk against the wall with such force that the framed diploma rattles behind it. "See how much you want it," Leonard taunts, reaching out to slap your clit as his thick cock pumps in and out of your burning channel. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure wash over you in furious waves, eliciting involuntary moans despite your attempts to remain silent. Your nails scrape the countertop as he picks up the pace, using you as vigorously as any machine in dire need of repair. His cum spurts into you without warning, Leonard's grip bruising your thighs from the force of his orgasm. He lets out a shuddering breath before pulling out, and your exhausted tissues twitch with the sudden emptiness. Leonard stumbles back to button his pants with one hand, grabbing a pack of napkins from the table with the other to quickly wipe himself off. A thin stream of cum and your own wetness runs down your inner thighs as you continue to hunch over the table. "Get dressed before anyone sees you like this," Leonard says sharply, a note of regret in his voice. He reaches into his wallet and tosses a folded fifty-dollar bill onto the floor near your feet before turning toward the filing cabinet. The metallic clang of shuffling papers fills the silence, and he deliberately avoids looking at you again. Your torn panties lie crumpled under your work skirt, soaked in the mixed fluid. Your muscles ache from Leonard's thrusts, though your clit still throbs from residual stimulation. When you finish fixing yourself, before leaving, you pick up $50 from the floor and stuff it into your pocket. <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust clothes and leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> The tension builds between you as Leonard carefully moves between your thighs, his warm breath fanning your neck as he presses himself against you. His rough hands trace the curve of your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin as he leans in for entry. The tip of his cock presses demandingly against your opening, slowly pushing past the barriers until you feel full deep inside. His hips begin slow, measured thrusts, each movement penetrating deeper, building a rhythmic pressure that intensifies with each forward thrust. Sweat glistens on Leonard's forehead as he thrusts into you with ever-increasing need, his moans becoming ragged with the effort. The leather couch creaks in protest against the wall under each powerful thrust, and his fingers grip your wrists painfully. Your back arches as he finally cums deep inside you, warm fluid filling your womb before he stills, his heavy weight pressing down on your body. "Fucking slut," he whispers hoarsely in your ear, his breath hot and ragged. His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go of your wrists completely. "This is why Rada needed discipline when she disobeyed me. Stray girls just spread their legs for any man who passes by." Blood pulses in Leonard's temples as he pulls out with a wet sound, white beads still dripping from his limp cock. The cramped office smells of sex and cheap aftershave as he stands to pick up wet wipes, tossing them at you without even bothering to dry himself. His stomach hangs casually, gray chest hair curling between folds of sweat-dampened skin. "Stay here until the register counts correctly," he orders, pulling his cargo shorts up over his meaty thighs. "If the count doesn't add up, my slutty daughter must be stealing again to party with her fucker." From behind the thin office door, the muffled sounds of customers leaving the nearly empty café can be heard—Rada's sharp laughter echoes over the usual clink of dishes being stacked in containers. Leonard groans contentedly as he sinks into the chair at his desk, flipping through sales records while you try to adjust your clothes with one hand. The cold air conditioner chills your exposed skin, and you notice that a few buttons remain undone, revealing the lace edge of your underwear. Leonard notices this detail as his gaze skims over the papers, and a satisfied smirk curls his lips before he returns.I'm off to study my tax returns. The smell of musty curtains, old coffee grounds, and stale sweat intensifies in the cramped space as he slams the window shut instead of opening it for ventilation. "No need to get dressed yet," he mutters, not looking up, gesturing with his pen toward the desk drawers. "I'll need copies of your time stamps in case anyone asks questions later." His laugh is tinted cruel as he waits for you to sift through a folder of incident reports and disciplinary forms, which he uses as leverage if the authorities ever delve too deeply into workplace misconduct. When you finish tidying yourself up, he gives you $50 "spending money." <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust Clothes and Leave|Afternoon]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 3>> Cold metal chills your bare ass as he presses you against the counter with unexpected urgency. He snarls as he tears your thin bra apart, his rough hands immediately and without hesitation squeezing each breast. The slap of bare skin against the countertop fills the small room as he rips your panties with his teeth. Pain shoots through you as he shoves you across the table with brutal force. Splinters of wood dig into your thighs, and your face smashes against the cold surfaces of folders and bills. His breathing becomes ragged behind you, and the scent of alcohol soaks into his hands as they begin to caress your breasts again. You try to scream as he slams into you from behind, filling you with such force that it takes your breath away. His thrusts begin slow and hard, to claim you, not to please. The hard wooden edge of the table cuts into your stomach as you lean over it, and each thrust sends waves of searing pain down your spine. Leonard's body slams into you repeatedly, his hips slamming into yours with frantic force, his fingers gripping your thighs. His breathing becomes increasingly ragged, and the sounds of his pleasure echo off the walls of the tiny apartment. A sharp, red-hot pain pulses where Leonard rips his teeth into your neck and shoulders. Saliva drips onto your back as he groans with each thrust, lost in the fury of possession. The familiar pressure of his climax inside you feels like violence, worse than the previous moments of brutality, and you instinctively recoil when he finally pulls out. Warm cum drips down your inner thighs as Leonard pulls back, pleased with himself in this display of dominance. When you finish cleaning yourself up, he gives you $50 for "pocket money." <<set $money += 50>> <<set $AP -= 1>> <<set $promiscuity += 2>> <<set $Leonardsex += 1>> [[Adjust Clothes and Leave|Afternoon]] <</if>> <</if>> <>