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<> <<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 $NickHouse >= 1>> [[Nick's Apartment|NickHouse][$SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Go to the library|Library][$AP -= 1]] [[Return to the hostel|Hostel][$AP -= 1]] [[Visit the loan shark|Loanshark][$AP -= 1; $TalkT to 100]] [[Visit the park|Park][$AP -= 1]] [[Go to the mall|Mall][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Visit Sex Shop|SexShop][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Wait|Evening][$AP += 1]] <<if $NickHouse >= 1>> [[Nick's Apartment|NickHouse][$AP -= 1; $SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... [[Wait|Evening][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Alim == 0>> <<if $AlimQuest == 0>> <<set $AlimQuest to 1>> <</if>> <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>> <<elseif $Alim == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimInv.jpg"> You're walking through the hostel, minding your own business. Rumors of your actions have already spread among the community, but it's not that serious. No one points fingers or judges you, simply accepting you for it. You're contemplating whether you should skip the cleaning or go study with you, when someone unceremoniously lifts you and places you over their shoulder, carrying you off to read. Alim doesn't care about gentleness; his rough fingers dig into your hips as he carries you through the dorm hallways like a sack of grain. Your hair hangs down, brushing against his jeans, and you feel his warmth through his clothes as he strides confidently. The other guests in the living room turn to look, but Alim ignores them all, focusing on his destination—his private room <<linkreplace "at the end of the hall">> <img src="img/hostel/AlimInv1.webp"> The door slams behind you, and you're suddenly thrown into thin air as he tosses you onto the king-size bed in the bathroom. The room smells of him—cheap soap, coffee, and a musky, masculine scent. Alim leans against the doorframe, his dark eyes gliding from your face to your feet and back again. "So," he says in broken English, the "r"s rolling with a thick Middle Eastern accent. —“They say your hostel is clean, right?” “That's true. I help Jenny—I made arrangements with Nick. I clean—he extends my days at the hostel,” though you don't answer. Alim pushes off the doorframe and finds himself on the bed, his movements economical but purposeful. “Jenny's a good girl,” he growls, crouching next to you. His rough hands grab your wrist, examining the object of his physical labor with his palm before his grip becomes almost painful. — "But... she doesn't give me what I need." His free hand reaches for the waistband of your jeans, tugging them so hard the fabric rips. The zipper comes unzipped with a metallic screech, revealing a freckled lampshade. Alim smells faintly of coffee and meat as he moves, and as he leans closer, his heavily accented words ring out like a threat to you. "Want to stay longer at the hostel, huh? I'll make sure. But first..." His hand slides lower, his fingers pressing roughly against your bare skin, testing how far you'll let him go. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing! Damn it!" - You fidget, cursing. A harsh laugh escapes Alima's lips as you struggle in his grip, his large frame easily holding you in place. "Cursing only makes you more interesting," he growls, shifting his weight to pin your tension between my legs. His hand moves faster now, fingers with unerring surfaces that feel warm under your underwear. The bed creaks with the sudden change in momentum as Alim adjusts his grip, his other hand gripping your hair to control your movements. His rough, working hands don't allow for subtle movements—all hard edges and firm pressure, the kind of touch international people favor when operating machinery. — "I'm watching you clean up here," he gasps, pressing against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "Good body. Good... attitude." His hips press against yours as he proves his arousal, the evidence of his arousal making his intention clear. "I have a proposition," he says, choosing his words carefully, but not pausing in his body for a moment. - "Stay with me. I have a room here. My own. Big. Lots of space. Quiet. You'll clean... The main thing is to be kind. If you're kind, you stay. What do you say?" Silence hangs between you, broken only by the occasional creak of the bed spring and the distant hum of the dorm's appliances. Alim holds you tightly, his fingers still pressed against you, and it's clear he's in control. "But only you," he continued, his voice heavy and hoarse, "no Nick, no Jenny, no... other romances." He moves closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he speaks. "Say yes, and I'll make sure Jack doesn't kick you out tomorrow. Say no…" He shrugs, the movement deliberately casual, but there's no hesitation in his tone. The threat hangs in the air; the main thing is to keep a constant hold on his hands. His free hand slides higher, fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he waits for an answer. "So... what do you want?" you ask, considering. A slow smile spreads across Alim's sharp features as you ask a direct question, his fingers purposefully twirling, implying agreement. "Just," he growls, his other hand sliding up your torso to grasp the bottom of your bra, testing its strength with knowing fingers. "I want what all men want—beauty in my bed." His rough thumb slides over your nipple through the fabric, gauging your reaction as he continues, "Every time you walk down the stairs to work... I want to know I'm the last one inside you before you start." His words, with a thick foreign accent and raw physical intensity, carry a promise... Alim thrusts his hips forward, pressing his hardened body against your thigh, his grip on your underwear tightening. "But you... Not everyone likes you," he whispers, studying your face intently. "You're different. You think first. ." "Okay... okay," you decide after a moment's thought. His offer doesn't seem so bad to you—a quiet corner, a soft bed. The inconsequential attention it brought was a small price to pay. In some way, it might save you some effort cleaning or money at <<linkreplace "hostel">> <img src="img/hostel/AlimInv2.gif"> Alim grins like a wolf spotting its prey when he notices your agreement, his grip on your wrist tightening as he pulls you upright onto the bed. "Good girl," he purrs, his work-hardened hands quickly making short work of your remaining clothes. Cool air brushes against your skin as he undresses you, his movements rough but effective. In one swift motion, Alim peels off his shirt, revealing a lean torso scarred, presumably from knife fights and construction work. Dark ink curls along his ribs—crude tattoos that speak of time spent in less pleasant places than this pristine hostel room. His hands immediately return to you, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulders as he lowers himself onto the mattress. "Now," he growls, finding the pulse point on your neck. "Let's see if you're as sweet as I think you are." He rolls you both onto the mattress, his weight settling between your thighs as he aligns himself. One arm snakes under your back, the other grips your hip, and he enters you in one smooth motion. No foreplay, no gentleness—just rough, demanding possession as he fully enters you. A sharp exhale escapes through your clenched teeth as he thrusts deeper, his thick cock stretching you just enough to make the first thrust a pleasant burn. Alim doesn't wait for you to adjust—he immediately begins moving, setting a frantic pace that presses you into the mattress with every thrust. His rough palms grip your hips, using them as leverage to push deeper inside. Beads of sweat bead on his temples as he watches your face, studying every expression for signs of pain or <<linkreplace "pleasure">> <img src="img/hostel/AlimInv3.webp"> His breathing becomes ragged as he fucks you, each thrust aimed at giving him maximum pleasure. "You're tight," he groans, his accent thickening with arousal. "So fucking tight." Alim flips you over onto your stomach without stopping, his hands guiding your hips upward as he continues to pound into you from behind. The new angle allows for even deeper access, his cock gliding over sensitive nerves with each powerful thrust. His right arm wraps around your torso, his fingers finding your clit as he pins you to the mattress. "Oh, you like it," he growls, feeling the subtle change in your breathing as your body responds. His pace quickens, becoming almost frantic as he approaches orgasm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the quiet room, punctuated by the creaking of the bedframe straining against the onslaught. Suddenly, Alim's movements become more erratic as he approaches climax. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip on your hips tightening to an almost painful pressure. "Come for me," he demands, his voice rough and commanding, his fingers speeding up the movements of his fingers over your clit. “Cum with me" he demands again, feeling his own orgasm approaching, his hips arching uncontrollably as he fucks you with all his might. His fingers massage your clit with desperate intent, the rough friction sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. As soon as Alim reaches the peak of his pleasure, he lifts you up and wraps his arms around you, his entire body wrapped around you. You feel his cock twitch inside you, the hot liquid filling you completely, his muffled moans muffled by your shoulder. Alim holds you tightly for a few seconds after his orgasm subsides, his heavy breathing brushing against your ear. After a long moment, he finally releases your waist and slides out of you with a satisfied groan. His dark eyes stare into yours as he falls onto the bed next to you, his sweat-damp skin clinging to the sheets. "See," he whispers, his voice soft as an aftertaste, "not so bad, huh?" "Yeah... not so bad," you reveal. A triumphant smirk spreads across Alim's face as he rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his elbow to better examine his handiwork. "Good," he growls, running rough fingers down your thigh. "Now stay here tonight. I'll talk to Jack tomorrow." He groans as he rises from the bed, his movements surprisingly flexible for such an intense session. Alim, naked, crosses the room, his battered torso rippling with muscle as he grabs a wet rag from the nightstand. The water is cold when he returns, but he gently, with surprising delicacy, wipes the space between your thighs. "Better than mopping floors all night," he jokes, tossing the rag aside and climbing back into bed. His body heat radiates from him as he pulls you to his chest, pressing you into the curve of his body. [[Perhaps|AlimRoom][$promiscuity += 2; $AlimRoom to 1; $AlimRelationship += 1]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SelfMade == 0 && $AP >= 1>> <img src="img/misc/Box.jpg" width="720"> You sit in silence, deciding what to do now. [[Play with yourself|AlimMast][$SelfMade to 1; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice self-discipline|AlimMast][$SelfMade to 2; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 0 && $AP == 0>> You're too tired to do anything but rest. [[Return to Hostel|Hostel]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 1>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/Mast.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/Mast1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/Mast2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/misc/Mast3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/misc/Mast4.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You take out the box of hidden toys, wanting to quickly relieve the pent-up stress and at the same time further expand the boundaries of lust and debauchery that hold back your nature. <<set $promiscuity += random (2)>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[1].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 3>> [[Time to move on with the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 4>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|AlimMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 3]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/Mast.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/Mast1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/Mast2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/misc/Mast3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/misc/Mast4.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You take out the box of hidden toys, wanting to quickly relieve the pent-up stress and at the same time further expand the boundaries of lust and debauchery that are holding back your nature. <<set $promiscuity += random (2)>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[1].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|AlimMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 3]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You take out a special box with restraints and devices for... stimulation self-discipline. You sort through your existing ones, hoping to add to your collection in the future. However, if you don't have any special equipment, you can always find a ball of clothesline, a comb, and some fabric for a gag, such as panties. <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <<if $items[5].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $items[6].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $items[7].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> <<if $SexRand <= 3>> [[Time to Continue the Day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 4>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|AlimMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 4]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|AlimMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 4]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimMast.jpg" width="720"> You're lying on Alim's bed. He's not there; he's at work, as usual, and won't be back until morning. Struggling with your inner urges, you decide to calm your body. You grab the box of sex toys hidden under the bed and decide to "de-stress." Just as you're about to begin, the door opens with a key, and Alim enters. Alim enters with a confident gait, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His black hair is slightly damp from the night air, his amber eyesand immediately stare intently at yours. A thick silence hangs between you—you still clutch the sex toy in your hand, the evidence of your intimate moment laid bare like a guilty secret. His nostrils flare slightly as he smells the faint chemical scent in the air, his dark eyes dropping to the object in your hand before returning to your face. There's no judgment in his expression, but something far more dangerous—an insatiable interest that makes your heart skip a beat. "Are you playing alone?" There's a huskiness to his voice, not so much a question as a confirmation of an obvious observation. He places a small bag by the door before stepping further into the room, his heavy footsteps causing the floorboards to creak under his weight. His fingers tap unconsciously against your thigh, leather and soap mingling in a scent that, despite the tension building in the air, feels strangely soothing. His gaze slides down to your bare legs, stretched out on the sheets, then back up to your face with a slow, appraising glance. "Why don't you ask me?" The question is light, like genuine curiosity rather than a reproach. He approaches the bed with purpose, moving like a panther closing in on its prey. You shift uncomfortably on the bed, the sex toy suddenly feeling heavier in your hand as Alim approaches. The atmosphere fills with masculine energy as he positions himself at the foot of the mattress, his large frame blocking the light from the window behind him. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a sliver of dark chest hair, and his gaze is fixed on yours with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. "I don't want you to think that I—" you begin, but he interrupts you, taking the toy from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact is brief, but his skin feels warm and dry against your palm. He examines the object with detached curiosity before casually tossing it onto the nightstand. "Don't think anything," he says in his rough accent, a hint of rough affection in his words. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and you turn slightly toward him. He suddenly reaches out to you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you closer. His movements are confident but not painful, his other hand sliding smoothly up your arm to your shoulder. "I see you here," he whispers, searching your face. "You're sitting alone with your little toy, and I'm thinking... why don't we try this together?" His thumb traces small circles on the inside of your wrist, its rough skin contrasting with the delicate veins beneath. The contact isn't exactly gentle, but it's not rough either—there's a purposeful confidence to his touch, as if he's already decided what will happen next. His other hand moves to your thigh, fingers digging lightly into the muscles, kneading them with <<linkreplace "focused intent">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You taste so much better," he continues, his accent thickening with each word, "than that plastic thing." The mattress springs creak softly as you pull yourself into him, his firm muscles and warmth pressed against your side. His cologne—something spicy and exotic—wafts over you as he lowers his face to yours. There's a dangerous edge to his smile, the way his teeth gleam in the dim light as his lips part slightly. His hand on your wrist tightens just enough to make your pulse jump under his grip, his other hand sliding higher up your thigh until his fingertips dangerously brush against your underwear. The fabric shifts slightly under his touch, and you feel a breeze against your bare skin. "I want to show you," he says, his voice deepening as his lips hover near your ear. "What real pleasure is." His hot breath tickles your neck as he approaches, his stubble lightly scratching your skin. He pulls you closer. His breathing becomes slightly heavier, a raspy sound in his throat as his hand slides under your shirt. His fingers find the soft skin of your stomach, the tips lazily tracing circles that send shivers down your spine. His other hand presses between your thighs, the pressure not gentle, but not painful either—just firm and possessive."Your skin is so soft," he whispers in your ear, his words rough and passionate. He nibbles lightly at the crook of your neck, hard enough to leave a barely noticeable mark, before he gently caresses the spot with his tongue. His hips instinctively grind against yours, the hard line of his arousal pushing through his jeans and brushing against your thigh. One hand wraps around your waist, and the other begins to quickly and confidently unbutton the button of your jeans. "I need to taste you." The thick fabric of his jeans tightens as he moves against you, the heat of his body pressing insistently against your side. His fingers quickly undo the button of your pants, the zipper sliding down with a soft, metallic whisper that seems obscenely loud in the quiet room. He doesn't He stops to ask permission, simply starting to push your jeans down your thighs, his movements careful but purposeful. His hands are broad and warm against your skin, his work-roughened fingertips leaving tingling marks wherever they touch. Your breath catches as the cool air brushes your lower abdomen as he strips you bare, and you feel how flushed and aroused you already are. His amber eyes stare into yours, pupils dilated with desire. With his free hand, he cups your thigh, fingers digging hard into the soft skin, leaving temporary marks, holding you still as he settles between your legs. “Perfect,” he growls, his voice husky with desire. His fingers slide agonizingly slowly along the hem of your underwear, the fabric already damp with your arousal. He leans down, his tongue sliding a hot path down the inside of your thigh, nipping gently. sensitive skin. You feel his hot breath teasing your vagina even through the fabric, his rough stubble a stark contrast to his careful touch. One hand slides up to cup your breast through your shirt, his thumb slowly circling your nipple until it swells. The other continues to explore your underwear, his fingers slowly pushing the fabric aside. "You smell amazing," he whispers against your skin, his accent thick with lust. He blows hot air over your exposed clit, causing you to instinctively arch your back. Then, without warning, his tongue slides up the entire length of your vagina in one long stroke, tasting you completely. A soft groan escapes his throat as he tastes you, his shoulders shaking with suppressed satisfaction. His mouth covers your entire vagina, his tongue thrusting deep inside with rough, possessive movements. Your thighs clench around his head as pleasure courses through you, the sensations overwhelming and intense. His hand on your breast moves faster, clenching and unclenching in time with his tongue, and you feel your own wetness increase, your clit pulsing against his lips as he licks up every drop. His grip on your thigh tightens as he devours you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to hurt, but in a way that only intensifies the pleasure. His tongue works inside you with quick, skillful movements, curving to find that sensitive spot deep inside. His free hand releases your breast, joining the other, and now both hands are cupping your hips, holding you still as he caresses you with increasing passion. His beard rubs against yours. labia as he fucks you with his mouth, the rough texture adding another layer of sensual pleasure to the experience. He groans against your clit, the vibrations spreading throughout your body, intensifying the sensations. "You taste even better than I imagined," he growls, his voice muffled by your inner thighs as he laps up your juices. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises, but you don't care—the pain only intensifies the pleasure. He inserts two fingers inside you, pausing with his tongue to gauge your reaction, and when you moan and spread your legs wider, he begins to move them back and forth with increasing speed. "I want to feel you cum on my tongue," he rasps, his His breath heats your sensitive clit as he strokes it with his tongue. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he alternates between moving his fingers and circling his tongue over your clit, his movements coordinated and confident. "Please," you breathe, clutching his broad shoulders as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. His fingers penetrate at just the right angle, hitting that special spot.oh, as his tongue moves faster and faster. Your back arches off the bed as you cum, coating his mouth and fingers with your cum. Alim groans, pressing against you, soaking up every drop before pulling back and looking at your face, his lips glistening with your wetness. His amber eyes glow with intense satisfaction as he watches you shudder in the afterglow, his fingers still inside you. "Good girl," he purrs, his accent growing more lustful as he slowly pulls his fingers out and licks them. "Your pussy tasted even sweeter than I thought," he says, his husky voice thick with satisfaction as he wipes his lips. His eyes, still heavy from your orgasm, are locked on yours with such intensity that your heart begins to beat faster. Without breaking your gaze, he reaches down in one smooth motion and unbuckles his belt. The skin whispers softly as it slides through the metal loops of your jeans, his movements efficient and confident. He undoes the button with quick fingers, the zipper falling open, revealing the hard outline of his erection straining against his briefs. "I need to be inside you now," he growls, his voice hoarse with urgency. His hands slide to the hem of your shirt, and without a word, he removes it, his movements careful but deliberate. His hands immediately cup your breasts through your bra, his thumbs lightly brushing your nipples with just the right amount of force to make them lightly tap against the lace. One hand slides to your back, deftly undoing the clasp with a swift motion before the fabric falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. He admires your bare breasts for a moment, his dark eyes glittering with unmistakable approval, before his hands return to your breasts, squeezing them tightly as his thumbs continue to circle your <<linkreplace "hard nipples">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his words thick with desire as he leans down to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting lightly to send a wave of pain coursing through the pleasure. His hot mouth envelops the top of your head, sucking hard as his tongue glides over the sensitive nub. He alternates between gentle licks and firm sucks, his hands never ceasing their kneading motions, leaving your breast flushed and tingling. When his teeth graze your nipple again, a sharp pain that gives way to a dull throb, he abruptly releases your breast, stands, and rips his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. The muscles of his shoulders and arms ripple with the movement, his skin darkened by the summer sun. He pulls his jeans down past his hips, revealing black boxer shorts that do nothing to hide his thick, hard cock straining against the fabric. His breathing is heavy as he looks down at you, his broad chest rising and falling, sweat glistening on his collarbone. One hand slides toward his cock through the fabric, making sharp movements that rip a broken groan from his throat. "I've been thinking too much lately, too," he admits, his accent thick with desire. With his free hand, he squeezes his erection, pulling it from the constricting fabric. The head glistens with pre-cum in the dim light, veins standing out along its length as he moves slowly, wrapping his fingers around the base to control his ejaculation. He looks you up and down with a burning hunger, his gaze fixed on your spread vagina and quivering breasts. "I need to feel this heat envelop me," he growls, his rough voice full of unmistakable desire as he positions himself above you. His broad shoulders and muscular arms envelop you as he moves lower, and the warmth of his body envelops you. One strong hand slides between your legs, his fingers slick with your wetness as he finds your clit again, circling it with intense pressure. His free hand wraps around your hip, his rough fingers pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave temporary marks as he presses your body against his. His breath is ragged, brushing against your neck, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he presses the thick head of his cock against your entrance. The first thrust is intense, the stretch overwhelming but pleasurable as he gradually enters you, allowing you to adjust to his size. His groan is low and guttural as he tipsHe thrusts all the way in, his hips pressing firmly against your pelvis. For a moment, he freezes completely, relishing the feeling of you holding him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly," he promises with a growl, his voice thick with desire as he pulls halfway out and then thrusts back into you. The impact sends his hips slapping against yours, the sound mixing with your moans of pleasure and his hoarse grunts. He sets a relentless pace from the start, his thick cock sliding against your walls with each pull and thrust back into your hot flesh. The intensity quickly builds, he thrusts relentlessly into you, his body working at a pace bordering on brutal. His hands spread your thighs wider as he fucks you, his palms leaving red marks on your skin from how tightly he grips you. Each thrust knocks the breath out of you, his cock finding the perfect angle to rub against that sensitive spot inside you that sends sharp waves of ecstasy throughout your body. "Your cunt fits me like a fucking glove," he growls into your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to leave marks as his pace quickens. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable, his cock hitting the right spot with every thrust as he rolls his hips against you, his coarse pubic hair scraping against your clit. With one hand, he releases your thigh, gripping your waist, lifting your hips slightly to change the angle, and begins to thrust into you with increasing desperation. His hand abruptly lands on one cheek, causing a rush of heat to your skin. "Up your ass," he commands, positioning himself behind you and thrusting inside again. This new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, and he lets out a satisfied groan from the increased friction. Alim's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in, and he resumes his relentless thrusts. Each movement is calculated to bring you both maximum pleasure, his body sweating as he thrusts into you again and again. His pace becomes increasingly uneven as his arousal builds, his control beginning to slip. His rough growls and mutters in his native tongue mix with English as he struggles to contain himself. The headboard rhythmically slams against the wall, creating a noise that echoes throughout the room. His breathing becomes ragged as he approaches orgasm, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he races toward climax. One hand leaves your hip and cups your breast, his fingers twisting your nipple in time with his final, furious thrusts. With a hoarse cry, Alim thrusts deep inside you and holds himself there until he releases his cum. His body trembles for several long moments before he finally goes limp, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades as he catches his breath. When he finally pulls out, he collapses next to you, his hand cradling your stomach possessively. "Okay," he mumbles, already half asleep. "Rest now." His heavy breathing deepens almost immediately, and he falls asleep, still hugging you like a contented cat. He lies with you, resting and enjoying the sensations of your orgasm. Gradually, fatigue creeps over you both, and [[you both fall asleep|AlimRoom][$AlimRelationship += 1; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBond.jpg" width="720"> You are lying on Alim's bed. He is gone; He's at work, as usual, and won't be back until the morning. Struggling with your inner urges, you decide to calm your body. You grab the box of sex toys hidden under your bed and decide to "de-stress." Remembering Mrs. Elizabeth's lessons, how she spanked and punished you to calm your body and bring your thoughts into order, you decide to try to emulate her lessons yourself. Luckily, you'd bought a few toys in advance for... self-discipline. As soon as you'd prepared them and begun practicing self-discipline, you were overwhelmed, and before you knew it, the door opened and Alim walked into the room. He caught you at the most awkward moment. You're lying on the bed, your buttocks burning from the first few experimental strokes, holding the spanker in your hands. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? "Alim's voice is deep and warm, with a hint of amusement. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his lean, muscular silhouette silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. His piercing eyes survey the scene—your flushed face, your spread thighs, still twitching from your punishment, the toys scattered across the mattress. OHe takes three leisurely steps, casually running a hand over the stubble on his chin. "Thought I was working late, huh? Or did you just..." He smirks, his voice a mixture of promise and threat. "...prefer privacy for this little hobby?" Your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears as you notice his gaze linger on the paddle in your trembling hand. Something dangerous stirs in those dark eyes—part surprise, part greedy amusement at being caught observing an intimate moment. Alim moves quickly and confidently. One moment you watch his expression change from amused to focused, the next—his hand tightens around your wrist. He doesn't pull or twist, simply applies firm but measured pressure, testing your limits. His touch radiates heat across the sensitive skin of the inside of your wrist as he approaches. The clean, musky scent of his cologne mingles with a subtle metallic undertone—probably the remnants of his nightly dalliances. "Looks like someone needs a touch-up, or even... a fix," he murmurs, an unspoken challenge in his voice. His free hand moves to your hip, his fingertips brushing the raised heat lingering from your previous punishment. "But not quite the way you wanted." The pressure on your wrist tightens just enough to keep it from slipping away, and he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Tell me, little bird, does this game excite you?" Your breath catches as Alim's closeness sends waves of heat through your body. The controlled restraint in his grip makes your fingers tighten around the spanker, even as your heartbeat quickens. "I... I didn't know you'd be back so soon," you choke out, the words quieter and more hesitant than you intended. His thumb strokes the pulse point on your wrist, where your heartbeat visibly quickens beneath the skin—a touch that shouldn't feel intimate, but somehow does. He releases your wrist and lifts his hand higher, his fingertips gliding along the inside of your arm, stopping just below your elbow. The contrast between his rough palm and the smooth movements of his fingers sends goosebumps down your spine, despite your expectations. "You didn't know?" he asks, a grin slowly spreading. "Or did you choose this time specifically because you knew I wouldn't be here to intervene?" The question sends shivers down your arms, though even you can't tell whether it's from guilt or arousal. Your throat tightens silently for a moment before you regain your composure, meeting his gaze with what you hope is a casual challenge. "It's not what you think... it's a necessary measure. Self-control. I need... Focus, stop getting distracted," you counter, lifting your chin. It's a bold statement, but the way your free hand clutches the sheets betrays the tremor in your words. Alim's smile turns predatory as he observes this small show of rebellion. Instead of retreating, he stands directly in front of you, his knees wrapped around your waist, towering over the bed. "Then, of course," he purrs, his voice dripping with false politeness, "How can you not help someone in need, especially when they're so... inexperienced, yet hungry for... practice." Without warning, his grip moves from your elbow to your hair, his fist tightening slightly, tilting your head back. "You will count for me." His command is so casually confident he could be discussing the weather. His free hand pulls the spanking stick you're still holding and deftly flicks it with his wrist. The wooden paddle's impact on your buttock makes a sound far more resonant and controlled than anything you <<linkreplace "could have made">> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBond1.gif" width="720"> "One," you breathe automatically, more surprised by the precise location of the strike than by the actual pain. Another slap immediately follows, the sound clearly filling the small room. Your muscles instinctively tense, but the grip on your hair holds you perfectly still. Still. "Two." His rhythm remains steady—not relentless, but steady enough to keep the adrenaline flowing. Every punch lands perfectly, igniting a fire in your blood. Alim doesn't say a word until the count reaches ten.Syaty, each number accompanied by a sharp burn of wood on your skin. When he finally releases your hair, you slump against the mattress for a moment, taking shallow breaths as heat spreads across both cheeks. "What do you have to say for yourself?" There's no real anger in his voice, only curiosity as he kneels next to the bed, his face level with yours. The closeness allows you to see the amber sparkle in his dark eyes as he waits for your answer. Your lips part, then close again, words failing you. The aftereffects of the punishment course through your body, turning muscle spasms into something more dangerous than confession. You remain silent for a few moments, your lips still slightly parted, fighting the tension lingering in your flushed skin. The restraint of Alim's corrections contrasts sharply with your earlier clumsy attempts, highlighting every awkward movement you attempted on your own. His eyes narrow as he watches your face, tracking the smallest signs in your expression—dilated pupils, shallow and rapid breathing, the constant trembling of your hands. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches out and runs one rough fingertip along your collarbone, feeling the quickening pulse there. "Nothing to say at all?" he asks thoughtfully, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. His touch remains light, gliding just below the collar of your shirt in a teasing gesture. "Or maybe you're just waiting for me to decide what happens next." The challenge in his words matches the intent in his eyes as he awaits your answer. "Yes..." you reply quietly. "Please... decide." His frown deepens almost imperceptibly at the unfamiliar word, but your simple agreement awakens something darker within him. Without a word, he grabs the hem of your shirt and removes it in one smooth motion, leaving you naked from the waist up. The cool air tingles your flushed skin as he slowly circles the bed, studying the faint red marks blooming on your buttock. "Good girl," he growls, possessiveness laced in his praise, his gaze locked on yours. His fingers trail down your spine, carefully tracing every mark his whip left. "You'll remember this lesson the next time you want to play with fire." His hands move to the button of your jeans, quickly and skillfully undoing it, then pulling down the zipper. He doesn't bother with finesse or seduction—he cares about getting what he wants, when he wants it. The denim gathers around your ankles, and Alim makes his intentions clear. One hand grips your hair, and the other guides your mouth to the hard bulge pressing against his pants. "Taste it," he commands, his voice <<linkreplace "trembling with desire">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> His breathing quickens as he watches you Submission, the salty-sweet musk of skin and pre-cum coats your tongue. There's no time for gentle exploration—he holds you in place while thrusting forward, intensifying every movement of your head until your moans vibrate around him. When he finally pulls away, his face flushes, and his grip on your hair tightens. With a sharp jerk, he lifts you to your knees, turning you to face the headboard. Your palms press against the wood as he moves behind you, deftly unzipping his pants and releasing his erection. "Beg for it." Alim's command hangs in the air, rough and unvarnished, as he positions himself behind you. His rough hands grip your hips, fingers digging into sensitive flesh as he presses against you. Your breathing becomes ragged, the heat of his cock against your pulsing skin. Words catch in your throat, pride warring with desire, until he leans forward just enough to part your folds with his tip. A strangled moan escapes your lips. "Please," you finally squeeze out, a single word uttered with desperation and longing. "Louder," he demands, his voice a velvety growl. His hips twitch, allowing his cock to slide inside you before pulling back.Each teasing movement sends another shudder through your body, fueling the fire already burning in <<linkreplace "your veins">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Please, "Alim," you whisper breathlessly, giving yourself over completely to his rhythm. "I need you inside me. Now." The possessive growl rising from his chest is primal as he responds to your words. One hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but marking his territory as he thrusts into you in one smooth motion. The stretch is instant and overwhelming, your inner walls clenching around him as he fills you completely. Your body jerks forward with the impact, your fingers gripping the headboard as he sets an inexorable pace. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress. He caresses your ass, mingling with the growing tension between your legs. His free hand grips your hip tightly, bruising it, using it as leverage to pull you back against him again and again. "Is this what you wanted?" he rasps, his voice rough with effort as he thrusts deeper. "To be taken like this? Used for my pleasure?" "Yes." The word rips from your throat as his movements become more demanding, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that blurs your vision. Your hands grip the sheets as he thrusts inside you, sweat trickling down his chest as he struggles to release. One hand leaves your throat and slides down between your thighs, his fingers moving over your clit in harsh, demanding circles. Your body arches off the bed, sensations washing over you, your inner walls fluttering around him as you teeter on the edge. "Cum for me," he commands, his thumb pressing harder, his hips slamming against yours. The final command sends you reeling, a guttural cry escaping your throat as your orgasm crashes through you. Your muscles clench around him, squeezing every last drop of juice from his cock until he loses control and releases his cum inside you with a throaty groan. Your bodies shudder with the aftershocks as he spills into you, claiming you completely with one final, possessive thrust. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him, and he pulls out with a wet sound. He turns you to face him, one hand cupping your flushed face. His thumb brushes against your still-trembling lips, leaving a wet trail across your skin as he studies your expression. "See what happens when you follow the rules," he whispers, his voice softening despite the intense look in his eyes. His free hand slides down, resting possessively on your thigh, his fingers digging into your heated skin. You don't resist as he pulls you close, his touch warming the cool air that had prickled your skin just moments ago. His breathing is still ragged, his heart pounding against your back where his arm is wrapped around you. The moment drags on, balancing between exhaustion and satisfaction, until Alim finally lifts his head and meets your gaze. "So," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're staying here tonight," he adds without turning around, the command clear in his voice. He releases you and stands, heading toward the bathroom with relaxed confidence. The light turns on, casting a golden glow across his lean, muscular back, [[as he leaves|AlimRoom][$AlimRelationship += 1; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2; $AP -= 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <img src="img/hostel/AlimMorning.jpg" width="720"> You returned late yesterday, straight to bed. Your host wasn't home—he works evenings and nights—but he returned this morning, finding you still asleep, and so temptingly warm... Waking up late, sleepy, and warm against his chest. His hands slide over your stomach, rough fingers slipping under your shirt as he nuzzles your neck. His voice is hoarse with sleep as he growls in my ear, "You smell like last night, baby." You roll over to face him, still half asleep. Alim's eyes are closed, tense, studying the curves of my body under the thin fabric. "Jenny usually serves me better in the mornings," he mutters, <<linkreplace "pulling you closer">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimFing.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimFing1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimFing2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Take your hands off me for a second," you joke. You gently nudge him in the chest. He grins, that wolfish smile, and pulls me back against him. The heat of his body permeates your shirt as he settles between your thighs. "I love it when you're like this," he whispers, nibbling my earlobe. "Warm and soft after sleep." His teeth caress your skin, leaving traces of warmth. The pressure of his hips against yours isn't gentle, the thick outline of his arousal visible through the thin fabric of your panties. Alim doesn't bother with words now—he simply moves with practiced speed, his hands sliding up to cup your small but soft breasts through your T-shirt. The rough calluses of his fingers cling to your nipples, sending sharp jolts down your spine as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. "You shouldn't be sleeping in my bed like that," he groans, pressing his face against your neck, his teeth brushing against the sensitive skin. His free hand slides down to your buttocks, fingers digging possessively into them as he grinds his erection against you, the wet heat between your thighs responding to you despite himself. Alim's breathing is already ragged, Arabic words escaping as he moves on you, guttural sounds interspersed with harsh English: "Fuck, you're so good, little mouse." Wrapping one strong arm around your neck, he lifts your chin to meet his hungry gaze. His other hand continues to caress your breast, now squeezing your nipple harder, watching your reaction. "I want to hear you," he demands, his thumb pressing just enough against your windpipe to send a tingle down your spine. Alim captures your lips in a passionate kiss, tasting you deeply, while his free hand slides under your shirt to caress your bare breast. His fingers are demanding, not gentle, but the heat and pressure they exert causes a release between your thighs. Breaking the kiss, he nibbled your bottom lip lightly before his mouth slid down your neck, leaving marks with his teeth, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingertips brushing the damp cotton of your underwear. "Mmm," he whispered, pressing against your skin, "already wet for me." His fingers pressed hard against your clit through the damp fabric, rubbing in slow, circular motions that made your back arch. The rough texture of his thumb contrasted sharply with the sensitive nub, creating a delicious friction as he rubbed his palm against you. With one swift motion, Alim pulled your shirt off and pressed his lips to yours again, his tongue sliding inside to taste you as his hands continued their exploration. The morning light filtering through the blinds cast golden streaks across his smooth muscles as he shifted his weight between your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, roughly ripping it down your thighs. His hand slid between your legs again, fingers gliding unhesitatingly over your wet folds. "So ready for me," he groans into your mouth, his index finger tracing your entrance before entering to the first knuckle. He adds a second finger, slowly stretching you out while his thumb continues its torturous circular motions over <<linkreplace "your clit">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimMor.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimMor1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimMor2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Alim suddenly flips you onto your stomach, his hands grasping your hips to lift you onto all fours. His palm slaps your buttocks sharply, the burning sensation mixing with the wet heat between your legs. "Grab the headboard," he commands in a hoarse voice, positioning himself behind you. The blunt tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive folds, teasing your entrance before he thrusts in with one smooth motion. A loud moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, his hands gripping your hips. His rhythm immediately becomes demanding—deep, hard thrusts, each one accompanied by a slap of skin. "Like this," he growls, "Take me all." I grip the headboard tightly, white with tension, as Alim pounded into me. The sound of our bodies slapping fills the small room, the wooden bed frame creaking beneath us. His thick cock stretches you, each thrust bottoming out, hitting that sensitive spot again and again. Your breathing becomes ragged, sharp moans escaping each time he thrusts particularly hard into you. Hard. Alim's fingers dig into your hips so hard they leave bruises, his movements driven by a primal, wild passion. His hips jerk forward relentlessly, the wet slap of flesh on flesh rhythmically echoing his hoarse exhalations. He lifts you by the hair, pressing your back against his chest, continuing his relentless pace. One hand releases your hip to roughly grope your breast, pinching a nipple as he buries his face in your neck, licking the sweat from your skin. His rhythm falters slightly, his breathing quickening. You moan at the change in angle, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he fucks you faster. Alim groans into your neck, one hand squeezing your throat, the other continuing to roughly manipulate your breasts. His pace grows frantic, his cock pounding into you in short, powerful strokes, seeking release. His nails dig into your skin, leaving red marks wherever he touches. "I'm going to cum," he rasps, the words harsh with his accent. His grip on your throat tightens slightly, cutting off your breath as he thrusts his hips. Your vision blurs, spots flickering before your eyes as he mercilessly uses your body. With a guttural growl, Alim's rhythm breaks. He thrusts harshly into you one last time, plunging all the way to the end, filling you with his hot cum, pulsing streams of it slamming deep inside. Your body shudders beneath him as he comes, the thick heat of his orgasm eliciting a few last, drawn-out moans. Alim remains inside you, his hips twitching with the aftershocks, his rough hands finally loosening their grip enough for you to breathe normally. He kisses your shoulder with an open mouth, his teeth grazing your skin, and it still feels dangerously possessive. "You took it all in," he whispers approvingly, his accent growing even more pronounced after his orgasm. His cock twitches slightly inside you, still semi-hard even after he's spilled his seed. One of his hands slides down your stomach to where you junctioned, his fingers exploring the slick mass of his cum and your arousal that now coats you both. He exhales through his nose, a satisfied groan escaping his throat as he gently inserts his fingers inside, stretching you again, even though you're already completely spent. He continues teasing you for a while, enjoying your responsiveness, reveling in his triumph. But even the sweetest moments come to an end. Sighing regretfully, Alim finally stops caressing you, slowly rising from the bed to leave [[to shower|Hostel][$promiscuity += 2; $AlimRelationship += 1]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <>

<> <<if $AlimQuest == 1>> <<set $AlimQuest to 2>> <</if>> <<if $AlimRelationship >= 30>> [[Looks like your relationship has gone further than you thought|AlimEnd][$End to 0]] <<else>> <<if $SexRand <= 8>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 2>> [[Pester Alim|AlimSex][$SexRand to random(2); $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] [[Talk to Alim|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 0]] [[Self-study|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 0; $SexRand to random(9)]] [[Relieve stress|AlimMast][$SelfMade to 0; ]] <<if $JennyRand == 0>> [[Talk to Jenny|JennyTalk][$JennyT = 0]] [[Suggest exercise|JennySport][$SexRand to random (4)]] [[Hint at sex with Jenny|JennySex][$TimeD += 1; $AP -1; $SexRand to random(2)]] <</if>> [[Return to the hostel|Hostel]] <<elseif $TimeD >= 3>> Alim is working at this time, as always, and is not in his room. [[Self-study|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 0; $SexRand to random(9)]] <<if $JennyRand == 0>> [[Talk to Jenny|JennyTalk][$JennyT = 0]] [[Suggest exercise|JennySport][$SexRand to random (4)]] [[Hint at Jenny about sex|JennySex][$TimeD += 1; $AP -1; $SexRand to random(2)]] <</if>> [[Go to sleep|AlimSleep]] [[Return to hostel|Hostel]] <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand >= 9>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> The sun has long since risen, and you're already enjoying the first hour of the day. Looking for a quick break or at least a change of scenery, you head to Alim's room at the hostel. You try to enter with your key, but find the door unlocked. Opening the door slightly, you first hear and then see Alim "making out" with Jenny. You pause, hesitating whether to enter, but you're too excited and curious to stop peeking. The door hinges are silent thanks to Jack's repairs. You stand with your shoulder pressed against the doorframe, your heart pounding, watching the intimate scene unfolding in Alim's room. Alim holds Jenny, who is leaning over the edge of his unmade bed, her blonde hair disheveled around her face, moaning beneath him. His dark hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her against him each time he thrust. Jenny's small breasts bounce in the rhythm of his movements, her face contorted with pleasure. "...more," Jenny whispered breathlessly, instinctively arching her back. Alim groaned something in his native tongue, his hips moving faster now. Sweat glistened on their bodies, despite the early morning. Jenny bit her lip hard, leaving marks, her green eyes darting down the hallway where you were hiding just beyond the door. Her pupils dilated slightly—was it recognition? Could she see you hiding there? Your heart pounded in your chest, and you froze in place. Jenny couldn't possibly know you were spying on them, unless... Alim suddenly thrust deeper into her with a rough groan, causing her to cry out. The sound filled the room and pierced you as you stood motionless in the hallway. "You're talking too much today," Alim muttered harshly into the back of her head. His fingers dug painfully into the soft flesh of her buttocks, but Jenny only arched further into him. "You should focus... on..." He doesn't finish the sentence, his breathing becomes ragged, and his movements become increasingly uneven. Jenny's nails claw at the blanket, desperately trying to keep away from his <<linkreplace "powerful movements">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen3.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen5.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimJen4.gif" width="720"> <</if>> Without warning, Jenny's entire body tenses for a moment before her muscles contract around him with a silent scream. She holds back the sound with willpower, biting hard on her lower lip until blood fills her mouth. Alim's rhythm breaks as Jenny suddenly tightens around him. A dark groan escapes his lips as he releases one thigh to grab the back of her head, pressing her forehead to the mattress. "Now focus. On yourself. On me" Jenny's muscles involuntarily tighten around him as he moves up again, eliciting another muffled moan from her. Sweat-dampened strands of her hair cling tocheek and neck, falling forward. Your breathing becomes dangerously shallow as you watch Jenny's reaction to his control. When was the last time you felt something like this? A dull heat spreads in your stomach, despite the nervous tension of being caught peeping. Alim's movements slow, drawing out each moment of Jenny's hypersensitive orgasm. His usually expressive face freezes in furious concentration as he stares at her through heavy-lidded eyes. "Good," he praises roughly, the word pronounced with a thick foreign accent. "Alim…" "Quiet! He bites her shoulder lightly, never missing a beat, the sting making her shudder. Jenny instinctively clenches, trapping him inside her until his moan fills the room. How does it feel? The question burns in her throat as Alim's movements become more controlled, each thrust calculated and precise. He watches her disintegrate beneath him, as if she belongs to him, arousing envy. You press harder against the doorframe when Jenny suddenly looks straight at you, her eyes half-lidded. Now there's no doubt—she definitely sees you. But instead of anger or surprise, her swollen lips curve into something almost hungry. Green eyes meet yours for a moment through the nearly closed door before turning back to Alim's commanding presence behind her. "Closing," Alim murmurs darkly, his chest heaving against her back. Alim shifts his grip to Jenny's waist, pulling her back to meet his final thrusts with an uneven, choppy rhythm. Sweat glistens in the valley of her back where his chest presses against her spine. Jenny bites back another moan, but her muscles give in again, clenching around him as another orgasm looms. "Come again for me," he orders roughly, his hips shaking, pressing against hers. The mattress creaks under their movements, and the headboard thuds softly against the wall. Suddenly, Jenny freezes, her entire body tightening like a taut bowstring before she breaks free with a low, strangled cry. Her muscles clench violently around him, her nipples straining, forming hard ridges against the rumpled blanket. Alim finally loses control, losing himself in her with one final, brutal thrust, his nails leaving translucent marks. Marks are visible on her thighs. Their chests tighten with ragged breaths, sweaty skin pressing together as they ride out the aftershocks. You hold your breath, suddenly realizing how long you've been frozen, watching this unfold. Panic runs through you—how can you explain this? What if Alim notices this before you escape? But now he's completely absorbed in kissing the sweat from Jenny's shoulder blades, softly speaking his native tongue over her body. You step away from the doorframe just as Jenny quietly says, "We should probably shower soon, we have work at noon." "Noon is..." Alim trails off, snuggling closer to her, though they relax together. Jenny chuckles softly, her laughter surprisingly normal compared to her earlier sounds. Your stomach clenches as their conversation pierces the fog in your mind. Of course Jenny has to work at noon—[[her share of the hostel work is the only one she'll be doing|Hostel][$promiscuity += 2; $JennyRelationship += 1]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimRoom2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> The sun had long since risen, and you had fully enjoyed the first hour of the day. Looking for a quick break, or at least a change of scenery, you head to Alim's room at the hostel. You try to enter with your key, but find the door unlocked. Opening the door slightly, you first hear, then see Alim "making out" with Jenny. You pause, hesitant to enter, but too excited and curious to stop peeking. You stand frozen, your hand gripping the doorframe, breathing shallowly through your nose. Alim stands with his back to you, his muscles tense against Jenny's slender frame, pressed against the wall. Jenny's green eyes close, her small breasts pressed against his broad chest. Her fingers dig into the front of his shirt, stretching the fabric. "Harder," she breathes, loud enough for you to hear over the soft rustle of leather. Her blonde hair forms a tousled halo around herAlim's face flushed, sticky strands of hair clinging to his damp temples. Alim mutters something in his native tongue, one hand sliding down to grab Jenny's hip. His accent thickens as he murmurs a command in English: "Tell me what you want, girl." Your chest tightens. Jenny's lips part wetly as she leans forward, craving another passionate kiss. Alim's jeans are now slipping down to his ankles, revealing the defined lines of his muscular calves. Jenny shoves her jeans behind him without stopping. "I want you to fuck me," Jenny breathes, her fragile body tensing in Alim's tight embrace. You swallow hard. The atmosphere between them is heavy and tense. Your back presses against the opposite wall, a bead of sweat trickles down your neck. Your thighs involuntarily clench. A sharp moan escapes Jenny's lips as Alim suddenly lifts her higher, one arm supporting her waist and the other wrapping around her. At that moment, their bodies involuntarily jerk forward—just when the friction becomes unbearable. Jenny sinks her teeth into Alim's shoulder, sobbing softly, muffling what sounds suspiciously like your name before stifling another moan. "What...?," Alim growls softly, too distracted to hear it himself. Neither of them notices you peeking half-naked through the doorway. Your palm, pressed against the cool wooden doorframe, grows clammy. Jenny's hand slides down Alim's bicep, her nails scratching the skin. "I... mmph!" Jenny breathes, suddenly interrupted by another aggressive kiss. "I've been thinking about you all night!" Alim grunts sharply in response, dragging her further into his room. Their frantic intercourse shifts to his unmade bed, and Alim tosses his jeans aside. Somewhere, fabric rips—the subtle resistance of Jenny's bra, crunching beneath his <<linkreplace "impatient fingers">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Just..."—gasping, Jenny breathes out before grabbing his jaw. "Don't hold back." Her chest heaves, visible even from this distance. Alim's response is low and guttural, half-words muffled by Jenny's parted lips. He presses her against the rumpled sheets. His hands quickly shed the last barriers. What follows isn't foreplay, but an insatiable thirst—a clash of needs, as two bodies merge into one through the force of instinct, not deliberate decision. You remain pressed against the hallway wall, unconsciously lifting one knee. Their movements merge, creating something primal from the space separating Alim's strong limbs around Jenny's desperately arching body. Every inch of exposed skin draws your attention—Alim's sinewy arm curls under Jenny's raised thigh, Jenny's small foot presses against Alim's side. Her breath hitches as her body hits the mattress under his weight. Jenny's words break into incoherent syllables as she throws her head back, arching her back against the damp sheets. "Need it... right here, don't stop...!" Alim's only response is a firmer grip on her thigh and a purposeful movement that turns Jenny's protests into silent sighs. Her nipples stand out clearly above her quickened breathing, pink against her freckled skin. The room is thick with heat, their sweat mixing into a salty haze at the door. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to bruise, your free hand sliding down involuntarily, pressing palm forward between her thighs, squeezing with each contact of their bodies. Jenny's cries grow louder—they teeter on the brink of inescapability as Alim abruptly changes pace, forcing her hips higher with each forward thrust. Her thin moans strike notes that echo in her throat and penetrate deep between her thighs, where her pulse beats painfully. With a sudden sound somewhere between a sob and a scream, Jenny's entire body tenses beneath Alim for several long heartbeats before she collapses limply onto the mattress. Alim follows soon after—his final thrusts pierce sharply with animalistic satisfaction. For a few moments, the only sound is their ragged breathing. It makes my ears ring. Jenny's fingers are weak.They tweaked Alim's damp skin. She pulled back, breathing heavily, pressing her face against his ear. "Fuck... " Her whisper, hidden beneath a layer of tortured hunger, held an unmistakable surprise. "It's been a long time... no one has made me feel like this. " Still in Jenny's arms, Alim shifts his weight onto his muscular forearms, pressed against her temples. His dark eyes lazily open beneath thick lashes, his hips rocking slowly, testing the tension in Jenny's stretched walls without breaking contact. His smile sparkles white against her tanned skin as Jenny bites hard on her lower lip, stifling another soft moan. They don't look at you, frozen in place. They don't notice you in their cocoon of sweat and tension. A faint bruise is already blooming along Jenny's collarbone—mouth marks leaving marks on her neck that her humble hostel manager self would undoubtedly hate if they were put on public display under the lights tomorrow. You decide to leave to remain [[undetected|Hostel][$promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JenAlim4.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/JenAlim3.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/JenAlim5.gif" width="720"> <</if>> The sun has long since risen, and you've thoroughly enjoyed the first hour of the day. Looking for a short break or at least a change of scenery, you head to Alim's room at the hostel. You try to enter with your key, but find the door unlocked. Opening the door slightly, you first hear, then see Alim "making out" with Jenny. You pause, hesitant to enter, but you're too excited and curious to stop peeking. A thin beam of sunlight cuts through the carpet, illuminating Alim and Jenny huddled together at the foot of his unmade bed. Their bodies move in silence—Jenny's small hands grip his biceps as he pins her against the wall, his dark fingers tangled in her shoulder-length blonde hair. Their lips brush sharply, his broader shoulders shifting to press closer to her. Through the half-open door, the soft hum of Alim's words caressing Jenny's neck turns into an incoherent Arabic murmur, punctuated by wet kisses sliding down her throat. Jenny gasps loudly as his hand slides under her tight T-shirt, his fingers digging into her bare skin. She arches back, her buttocks touching the wooden table, books scattering across the floor. Alim whispers something sharp in Farsi against her temple before turning her to face the wall, pressing his large palm between her shoulder blades. Jenny breathes heavily, like a sprinter, laced with stunned laughter, her legs visibly shaking even from where you stand, frozen in the shadows. The quick crack of Alim's belt buckle cuts off her breath. You grip the doorframe to keep from stumbling backward—your heart is pounding so loudly you're sure they'll hear it, despite their intense attention. Every reasonable voice tells you to leave immediately, to retreat before the situation escalates, but your legs refuse to obey. "What was that?" Jenny suddenly asks, turning her neck toward the hallway, her wide green eyes catching the slanting sunlight filtering through its curtains. For three agonizing seconds, you think you've been discovered. Jenny's head snaps toward the doorway, her blonde hair even more disheveled. Alim stops his frantic exploration of her collarbones, his fingers possessively digging into the fabric of her T-shirt, as if chained to it. But her gaze glides past you, oblivious to your presence in the shadows. She whispers something unintelligible, and Alim dismisses her words with a commanding growl. His large hands slide down to grasp her hips, pulling her harshly against <<linkreplace "swollen bulge">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Jenny tries to speak again, but this time her words trail off into A startled moan escapes her as Alim bites her neck roughly. Her knees buckle slightly as his teeth graze the tender skin behind her ear, and she desperately clutches his shoulders, as if trying to simultaneously pull him in and break free. The metal of his belt buckle clanks to the floor, and you feel your heart pounding with the adrenaline rush, despite everything. Jenny pushes away sharply,She pulls away from Alim's embrace so much that she takes a few breaths of air through her swollen lips. Her green pupils flicker toward the door again—this time with panic rather than passion—and you belatedly realize that this time she might have noticed you. Her mouth opens slightly, revealing her teeth and pink tongue against pale gums, but whatever words she tries to utter fall on deaf ears, as Alim tightens his grip on her waist. He presses her against him with such force that the wall behind them shakes. Papers scatter limply across the table, and his free hand clutches possessively between her thighs. Jenny lets out a desperate moan that turns into a plea—words escaping her under his relentless pressure. The mattress springs creak sharply as Alim lifts her onto the bed. Jenny's entire body tenses against his forearm, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his neck. His right hand tugs her shirt down, momentarily revealing her smooth white stomach, dotted with a tattoo—a small cat curled near her navel—before his fingers hook into the waistband of her elastic skirt. You freeze, like your very breath, torn between guilt and morbid fascination. Jenny's expression contorts beautifully before Alim covers her mouth with his again. But beneath his passionate intensity, something else flickers in her wide green eyes—a half-formed question, tugging at her beautiful brows before desire completely drowns it out. The springs begin to moan louder as Alim positions himself over her sprawled body, blocking your view of everything below her hips. His shoulders move smoothly and controlled downwards, the bed frame hitting the wall with a muffled but insistent rhythm. Jenny's knees instinctively rise around his slender hips, her heels digging into his bare calves, and his buttocks... Rhythmically sliding against the fabric of his dark jeans. A muffled, quiet moan escapes her throat as he thrusts into her harshly the first time, biting hard on her lower lip, threatening to bruise the delicate skin. Outside the window, life goes on, completely unaware of what's happening three floors above the campus. But here, in this cramped room, littered with old books and flaring desire, Alim's pace becomes increasingly agonizing—every thrust elicits broken cries from Jenny's swollen lips, while her nails leave red marks on his biceps, something between protest and demand. You know you've seen enough. Turning away from the half-open door, your cheeks flushed almost scarlet, your quick steps fade, heading toward your shared bedroom at the end of the [[hallway|Hostel][$promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SexRand == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimChill.jpg" width="720"> You enter Alim's room, where he's already awake and lying on the bed, covered only by a blanket. He's absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, but looks up when you enter. He smiles at you. Wasting no time, you decide to immediately hint at sex... you clearly need release, and he's the best way to get it. "I couldn't sleep last night," you say, leaning against the doorframe, your gaze sliding over Alim's sculpted chest and abs, visible where the blanket has slipped. "My body is so... tense. I could really use some help relaxing." Alim smirks, his dark eyes sparkling with understanding. "Oh? What do you have in mind to relax?" He slowly puts his phone down, never taking his eyes off you. You approach the bed, swaying your hips. "Well, I was thinking maybe you could give me a massage. You know, work out all the knots and relieve tension." Your fingertips glide lightly over his bare skin as you speak. "Of course I can do that," Alim says, his voice low and husky. He sits up abruptly, grabs you by the waist, and pulls you onto the bed with him. "But I think we both know that's not all you want…" "...Oh? "What do I want?" you play along, enjoying the excitement of the playful exchange. Your heart pounds as Alim's strong arms wrap around your waist, his fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your pajama shorts. "You want what we both want," he growls, rolling over you and pinning you to the bed. His body presses against yours, radiating heat. "You want me to fuck you hard and bring you to orgasm." His rough words send a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his erection through his boxers. "You're so bad," you breathe out, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. "Someone could come at any moment..." "Let them watch," Alim waves you off, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. His tongue penetrates your mouth, greedily claiming it. You moan into the kiss, your fingers digging into his back. He kisses you as if he wants to devour you whole, swallow you whole. Alim's hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, grabbing your buttocks. With one sharp movement, he pulls down your pajama shorts and panties, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. "Always so ready for me," he <<linkreplace "growls approvingly">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> He positions himself between your legs, the head of his rock-hard cock pressing against your entrance. With one sharp thrust, he penetrates deep inside you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls clenching around him. "So tight," Alim hisses, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting in again. He sets a frantic pace, his hips slamming against yours. The bed creaks, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You like this, don't you?," Alim rasps, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. "You like being fucked rough." His words are rough, but they only arouse you further. "Yes!" you moan, gripping him tighter with your legs. "Harder, Alim! Fuck me harder!" Your nails scrape his back as you urge him on. He complies, thrusting into you with such force that the bed begins to move across the floor. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, but you don't want him to stop. You feel your orgasm building, clenching tighter and tighter. Alim, reaching between you, begins to vigorously stroke your clit in circular motions. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice full of lust. "I want to feel you cum on my cock." These words, combined with the delicious friction in your most sensitive spot, drive you to the edge. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes over you, your inner walls clenching around Alim's cock. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through you, making you feel like you're drowning in pure bliss. Alim continues to move, prolonging your orgasm until you're a quivering, shaking mass beneath him.him. "Good girl," he praises, his voice tense. "Such a good girl that she came so hard" <img src="img/hostel/AlimCum.webp" width="720"> Finally, with a guttural groan, Alim thrusts into you one last time and stills, his cock pulsing as he cums deep inside you. You feel his hot cum fill you, spilling around his cock. He collapses on top of you, both of you sweaty and breathing heavily. Your heart is pounding, your body tingling with complete satisfaction. Alim kisses you tenderly and sweetly, as if trying to make up for [[his roughness during sex|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimChill.jpg" width="720"> You enter Alim's room, where he's already awake and lying on the bed, covered only by a blanket. He's absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, but looks up when you enter. He smiles at you. Without wasting any time, you decide to immediately hint at sex... you clearly need release, and this is the best way to get it. The door creaks shut behind you as Alim's gaze brightens in the dim afternoon light filtering through the window. His phone falls, forgotten, onto the tangled sheets next to him, his fingers already clutching the fabric of the blanket. "Didn't expect to see you here at this time of day," he murmurs in a low, husky voice, as if he's just woken up. His bare chest rises as he takes a slow breath, watching you approach. The ceiling lamp illuminates the light stubble on his chin, giving him that effortless sexiness that makes him the kind of man who doesn't need much sleep to wake up in tip-top shape. You settle on the edge of the bed next to him, so close that your knees brush his bare thigh. His skin radiates warmth even through the fabric of your clothes. As he reaches for you, his fingertips skim your thigh, then rise to touch your waistband. "You have such a look," he chuckles, his thumb hooking into the soft denim. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face, its expression open, like a challenge, ready to be thrown. "Why did you come here, huh?" Outside, rain pounded the glass, insistently tapping his fingers. The noise grew between them, filling the sudden silence of his room, where dust motes caught the fading sunlight. Alim pulled you toward him by the waist, his teeth flashing in that half-smile he uses when testing boundaries. You fall smoothly into his lap, your knees sinking into the bed linens <<linkreplace "next to him">> <img src="img/hostel/AlimK.jpg" width="720"> "Then tell me," he whispers, pressing his cheek against your cheekbone, his breath hot where your faces are pressed together. "Did I say anything?" Your teeth linger between them for half a second longer than necessary, deliberately teasing you before answering. "Maybe you should make me tell you," you reply, your voice lower than you'd like, a hint of restrained desire in it. Alim's eyebrows rise just enough to furrow his brow. His grip on your waist tightens—not painfully, but enough to remind you who's in charge. That irritating smirk deepens as he pulls you closer, your chest pressed against the heat of his collarbones. "Oh, darling, I'd love to." The word stretches into something greedy, a promise coloring every syllable. His free hand slides up your back under your shirt, blunt nails leaving random patterns on your skin. "The question is—how bad do you want it?" The rain pounded louder outside, beating white noise against the glass as Alim approached. His teeth flashed as he drew closer. His teeth graze your earlobe, blunt enough to make you flinch, but not enough to draw blood. "Say please properly this time," Alim growls, pressing against your neck, his voice hoarse but controlled. His fingers tighten on your hipbone, as if he's physically holding back, waiting. You arch into the touch, your back arching even as he presses you tightly against his bare torso. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Please," you barely manage the word, almost lost in the insistent patter of the rain outside the window. Alim's laughter vibrates in his chest, pressing against yours. "Good girl." His rWithout warning, his hands slide lower, unbuttoning your jeans and carefully unzipping them with his teeth. Cool air brushes against your skin, causing goosebumps. He waits, watching your expression for confirmation before moving forward again, lifting your shirt to reveal the lace cups covering you. Your hips jerk forward as he pinches your nipple through the fabric so hard it takes your breath away. "Is this what you needed? " " he whispers, his fingers curling almost painfully before smoothing them out and stroking <<linkreplace "the swell of your breasts">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You nod desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders so hard that he groans—not from pain, but from encouragement. His grip shifts, one hand sliding down between your bodies to roughly tug your jeans off your hips. Cold air blows across your exposed skin as Alim rips the fabric off you. His cock pulses hotly against your thigh as he moves upward, nothing separating him from you but the thin barrier of his briefs. "Tell me again," he demands, pulling your lips to his with a painfully strong force. "Make me come," you gasp when he finally releases you, your voice shaking. Rain pounded relentlessly against the glass as Alim, without warning, flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath his weight. His hands cupped either side of your face as he loomed over you, his eyes heavy with concentration. Without warning, his hips jerk forward—there's a searing second of resistance before he <<linkreplace "enters">> with a satisfied growl. <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Your back arches off the mattress at that moment. He thrusts into you, his hands clutching his biceps helplessly as Alim sets a relentless pace. He doesn't slow down, each thrust deep enough to knock the air from your lungs. Sweat trickles down his collarbones as he moves above you, muscles tensing beneath the sweat-dampened skin with every roll of his hips. "Fuck," you breathe as his hand slides between your bodies, rough fingers finding the sensitive spot just above where he fills you. Your whole body tenses, his nails leaving thin red marks on his arms, the pleasure threatening to peak too soon. Alim laughs darkly, his hot breath hot on your throat. "Almost there yet? " He thrusts harder, grinning down at you, as if he knows how much you need release. His thumb deliberately presses against the bundle of nerves until your vision blurs. Your scream is lost in the rain outside the window, and stars flare behind your eyelids. For three quickened heartbeats, the world narrows to the inexorable friction between your bodies—and then Alim groans softly, slamming into you one last time, his hips trembling against yours. Half-falling on top of you, he clumsily presses himself into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. After a few moments spent gasping for air, he mumbles something incoherent in his native tongue before rolling off and sprawling limply next to you on the tangled sheets. Outside, the rain shows no sign of letting up. Your body feels deliciously exhausted under the covers, your limbs limp and unsteady in that hazy moment between effort and satisfaction. Alim rolls onto his side, watching you with half-lidded eyes despite his obvious fatigue. His rough fingers brush sweaty strands of hair from your face, surprisingly gentle after the brutal way he worked you just moments ago. "After all this, the bathroom needs company," he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before finally climbing off the mattress. The creaking of floorboards mingles with the steady rain as he stumbles toward the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder, as if expecting you to disappear while he's gone. Then he steps out into the hallway, leaving you warm after [[what you came for and what you got in full|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimChill.jpg" width="720"> You enter Alim's room, where he's already awake and lying on the bed, covered only by a blanket. He's absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, but looks up when you enter. He smiles at you. Without wasting any time, you decide to immediately hint at sex... you clearly need release, and this is the best way to get it. The door creaks softly as you enter, announcing your presence. Alim tilts his phone down, raising his eyebrows when he notices your determined posture and where your gaze falls. A slow smile spreads across his face—not sly, not arrogant, but genuinely surprised by the directness of your expression. You stand there long enough for silence to reign, beneath which something tense but unspoken simmers. He chuckles softly, stopping his finger mid-swipe. "Well, hello," he murmurs, setting his phone aside. The covers slide down as he leans back against the headboard, revealing a strip of toned chest where the morning light catches a strand of dark hair. His shoulders shift, perhaps in amusement or nervousness. "I see someone didn't beat around the bush." You don't answer, but simply move further into the room. Alim follows your movements smoothly, the way he shifts slightly into a more comfortable position bespeaks his receptivity. His hand falls on your thigh as you approach the edge of the bed, his fingers warm even through the fabric of your drape. There's something undeniably appealing about this casual display of possessiveness. "You're something else," he admits quietly, squeezing you a little tighter to pull you closer. "Most girls spend all this time talking." There's no judgment in his voice—only observation, tinged with obvious admiration. The blanket now falls lower on his thigh, revealing well-defined folds of muscle moving beneath tanned skin as he expectantly spreads his legs. "Although," Alim continues, stroking his thumb along your waistband, "I suppose we can talk later." The meaningful hint, hidden in his last words, hangs between you. You feel him studying your face intently, despite his casual manner, expecting confirmation rather than permission. His free hand gently tugs at the waistband of your panties, testing your readiness. This moment is filled with tense anticipation, the space electrified with unspoken desire and <<linkreplace "mutual need">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> His body heat radiates from under the sheets, mingling with your own. Every nerve comes alive, vibrating with suppressed longing and the desire to find release together. Alim tugged sharply at your belt. His fingers slide beneath the fabric, then lift sharply, wrapping both hands on either side of your thigh. The movement presses flushed skin against bare muscle, causing a pulsation of heat where their bodies meet. "Wait," he orders, breathing harder than when you entered. His teeth slide along the curve of your neck, his strong arms wrap possessively around your narrow shoulders. The roughness promised earlier manifests in this moment—callused hands asserting themselves with firm assertiveness. His mouth slides down the fragile line where your collarbone meets your throat, stopping where the blood pulses wildly beneath the surface. A sound somewhere between pleasure and surprise escapes as Alim bites hard enough to make you dizzy, but not hard enough to leave marks. "Yes, better," he growls against your damp skin, his voice hoarse, like someone who categorically refuses tenderness. One hand slides back over your buttock, the other crawling toward the rough nipples beneath the thin cotton fabric. Alim clearly knows what he wants; you notice the way his body expresses those needs—his hips thrust toward yours under the loose sheets, his groin insistently pressing against your stomach despite the layers of fabric between them. Still kneeling by the bed, your fingers grip his biceps for balance as dizzying arousal grips every cell of your body. He lets out a satisfied groan as his hands finally free your swollen breasts from the constricting fabric, his thumbs circling slowly and possessively, sweetly tugging where skin meets skin. Cool air brushes against your newly exposed nipples, and within seconds, they warm up.Thin palms squeeze them again, kneading them roughly and without delicacy. His touch instantly hardens them, sending sharp thrusts down, where unspoken desire pools between your thighs, already slick and desperately aching beneath the restrictive fabric. He whispers something in your ear before biting your earlobe, words thick with focused lust, while one relentless hand pushes the fabric past your yielding thighs. His mouth follows his hands across the warm skin, paying attention to every sensitive ridge until only slick muscle remains beneath his touch. That demanding tongue slides lower along the valley between your breasts before descending even lower, where your eager hips instinctively grind against the hot touch. The air freezes in your lungs as a familiar warmth presses insistently against your inner thigh—and then suddenly, only empty longing remains as Alim... He pulls away abruptly. You're pressed so quickly against his blazing torso that your muscles flare with incredible force where bare flesh meets. Rough fingers tear away the last of your clothes with impatient intensity. The mattress groans sharply as it flips you over onto trembling limbs amidst the tangled sheets, hovering in a rush of passion hidden behind every clearly defined plane and angle, building to a climax now visible even through the taut, thin <<linkreplace "fabric">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "That's what I like about you," he whispers hotly into your parted lips, his knees pressing hard against your trembling thighs, and your eyes stare in silent challenge. The rough pad of his thumb slides over flushed cheekbones, tracing the delicate features usually hidden behind carefully controlled masks, before abruptly returning to the pulsating tangle of nerves soaked in wet folds. Alim unceremoniously inserts his cock inside, stretching your tender walls to the limit until moans fill the cramped space. Each crushing thrust reclaims already conquered territory, hips thrusting forward with increasing desperation, and the friction building within the inexorable darkness. Hard underwear drags roughly across sweaty stomachs under the frantic flow, his breathing becomes ragged, pre-cum leaking out during increasingly wild thrusts. His entire body jerks unevenly, striking sharp blows against the pulsating walls as Alim tenses, preparing for orgasm. The reinforced fabric tears despite his desperately clenched hands as climax crashes down on both figures with identical damage—torn zippers from damaged garments, carelessly tossed onto exhausted, sated limbs. You both collapse mid-morning, sunlight streaming through the open window onto sweat-dampened sheets, your intertwined bodies struggling to breathe normally again. Somewhere outside, the sound of people moving comes through the vent—but neither of you notices anything other than your ragged breathing and the clammy, warm legs still tangled together as your hearts gradually slow their racing rhythm. Finally, Alim stirs first, rolling away with a contented groan. He doesn't reach for the blanket—his confidence remains as open as his bare skin. A rough hand caresses your cheek before sliding lower to take one swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Now he speaks more quietly than the roughness he had used earlier during sex. "Ah, you're not lazy when you want something." His laughter echoes through his chest, a low rumble deep enough to vibrate faintly through both of you. Still catching his breath, Alim's fingers slide down your stomach, pausing to circle your navel before returning lower. There's a possessive edge to the way his palm presses against your lower abdomen, holding you in place, as if daring you to pull away. A damp heat permeates the confined space, and the sunlight tints your bare skin bronze. The sweat hasn't even fully cooled yet when his rough fingertips leave wet trails across your heated folds, lazily swirling around the swollen nubbins that flare violently at the first touch. He lets out contented sighs, punctuated by sharp inhales, as he experimentally caresses your nipple with his thumb, testing the reaction long after the initial arousal has subsided. "Aren't you done yet, beautiful?" the question sounds more confident than curious. His voice drops an octave as his exploring fingers move downHe moves deeper, brushing against your curling pubic hair before stopping at your entrance. Two fingers tense for a moment, overcoming resistance, before sliding smoothly inside, spreading liquid warmth despite the recent satisfaction. Your muscles instinctively tighten around the penetrating fingers, eliciting a contented purr from Alim, who watches the subtle tremors running through your arms at their touch. Still trying to catch your breath, you lean weakly against his side, despite the tense and tender post-coital tension. One hand absentmindedly entwines itself in the tangled sheets at his hip, while the other rests possessively on your pelvic bone, claiming your still-pulsating territory. His fingers slowly trace, stretching your resisting walls until the fresh wetness betrays his eagerness under his continued caresses. The way his thumb persistently strokes the sensitive nerves in circles makes it impossible not to arch into the touch, despite all the logical arguments [[indicating fatigue|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $AlimT == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimChill.jpg" width="720"> You see Alim lying on his bed, scrolling through his smartphone feed. He barely notices you, engrossed in his scrolling. Every now and then he frowns or smiles, often leaving comments—you can tell by the movement of his fingers. Sometimes he changes apps—you can tell by the sounds of videos coming from the speaker. Clearly, you have a need and desire to interrupt his rest with conversation! <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Move over, I've decided to keep you company|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Hey, could you take a break – I'd like to discuss a few things|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> <<elseif $AP == 1>> [[Move on, I've decided to keep you company|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 1; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Sorry, I'm a little tired, let's do this another time" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $AlimT == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTalk.jpg" width="720"> You brazenly lie down next to the guy, unceremoniously pushing him off the center of the bed with your hip. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his bicep tucked under your head. You purr gratefully in a soft, cat-like voice, settling in and taking out your phone as well. So you lie next to each other, scrolling through feeds and occasionally showing each other memes, sometimes explaining cultural differences or translating when a meme or video comes across one of you in your native language. Alim laughs, encouraging this cultural exchange. If he's tired and planning to sleep now, he doesn't let you know, probably enjoying this quiet intimacy. However, this doesn't stop him from occasionally reaching his hand to one of your breasts, groping and squeezing it in his all-encompassing paw, or teasing your nipple or side from time to time. As he says, it's a fair [[price for intimacy and silence|AlimRoom][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP += 1; $TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $AlimT == 2>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> « So, what would you like to talk about? "— he asks, sighing and stretching so hard that it seems like his back or something else is cracking. You're not sure. [[So... where do you work, that keeps you away so much of the evenings and nights?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 3]] [[Can we talk about... infidelity?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 4]] [[Can I ask - how do you feel about me?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 5]] [[I know you don't bring this up yourself, but... where do you work?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 6]] [[How do you like the country of all countries - America?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 7]] [[Will you tell me where you came from?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 8]] [[And what are your plans for the future?|AlimTalk][$AlimT to 9]] <<elseif $AlimT == 3>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over for you!" >> "Ay, Habibi. Does it matter?" he smiles, lounging on the bed like a contented cat. He puts away the phone he's been using this whole time to look at you. "A man brings money into the house, a woman spends it – what else is important? Don't worry your pretty head about it." "That sounds kind of... sexist," you remark. " Maybe. "Maybe," he agrees. " I'm not very good at these subtleties. In my culture, things are exactly like that. And if I'm not mistaken, in yours, it didn't change that long ago." "And still?" you persist. " Ah, Habibi! I understand your question!" he laughs. " Are you afraid that I'll become too expensive for you, or that I'll be killed? I swear, you'll be the last thing I leave behind in this country, and death... anyone can die at any moment. When you come to terms with that, it becomes easier." "I'm not afraid of anything for you!" - you chuckle and pout. "Of course I'd be afraid or worried about someone like you! All I care about is a comfortable room for relaxing and studying. You're just... a nice bonus, nothing more!" you declare confidently, to which Alim only [[chuckles|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $AlimT == 4>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> " Whose cheating, baby? " he smiles, stretching. " I almost never cheat on you. Besides, you usually don't know about it, and anyway, it's my business. Your betrayals? I didn't promise you fidelity, and I don't pay you extra for it, so... Not really. Especially if you're noble enough."zoom, so you can wash away the results of your... pleasures before meeting me." "Your words... are unpleasant but reasonable," you agree with him. After all, this is exactly what you agreed on from the start – not to interfere in each other's lives, seeking only [[benefits from living together|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $AlimT == 5>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> " Like a funny and cute toy."A warm hole in my legs that sometimes wanders into my bed and allows me to relieve stress," he answers calmly, looking at his phone, his monotonous intonation unchanging, making it unclear whether he's joking or serious. You stand stunned by his statement. He ignores you. After thinking for a moment, you decide [[not to delve into this story any further|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $AlimT == 6>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> " I wouldn't call it work... Rather, I help from the bottom of my heart, and those I've helped thank me from the bottom of their hearts. It's different every time, but it's worth it—as much as both parties find acceptable," he sighs. "In America, there's a whole cult of work, earning money, and getting money. Everyone runs after pieces of paper, expecting them to solve all the problems in their lives. I take it easier. I need a roof over my head, a full stomach, and empty balls. I have all of that now, partly thanks to you. Some might say I'm at a dead end—but I disagree. I'm happy with my current state of affairs and my place in the world." "You're so... I can't even find the right word," your lips form a displeased line, your lips press tightly together, your hands resting on your hips. After standing there for a few moments, you exhale loudly and glance around, [[still deciding not to delve deeper|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $AlimT == 7>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> " To be honest, I expected more" - Alim winces. - " I've heard so many dithyrambs and praises for this bastion of democracy and success. And what's the result? Big cities, wild people, and a huge stratum of beggars and people barely making ends meet. A cult of success everywhere. But not of life. The idea of earning all the money in the world looms large and beckons. For some, that might be fine, but for me, simply living and enjoying life is worth so much more. I have goals, I have aspirations. And America doesn't play a key role in them. For me, it's just... an interim stage that will soon end." "A healthy position," you admit, still discontentedly. "You're not everyone. You know, I knew people who went off to the countryside to pick horse apples and twist cow tails, so [[to each their own|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $AlimT == 8>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> "Unlike the locals, you probably know where my country is and how people live there," he breaks away from his phone to look at you over the screen. " But that's no reason to name it. Why do you need this information? Spying for the CIA, right? Do you know how we punish stupid little spies?" he quickly moves from a prone position to the floor, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the bed to start kissing your face. "These are all labels, Habibi. Why do we need them? There's no need. I'm from far away, you're from far away. But we're both here, each pursuing our own goals. Everything else is superfluous." "It still amazes me how bad Americans are at geography," you sigh. "However, after living here for a while, I realized they don't need it. Their entire world is centered around the US, and the entire world gravitates toward the US. At least, that's what they believe|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $AlimT == 9>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> " Eat. Drink. Fuck and gain experience," he smirks. " You could say I'm here on some kind of internship and experience exchange. I'm learning from the experience of our overseas... colleagues. At the same time, I'm sharing our experience and traditions with them. Everyone is happy, everyone is content. Although I must admit. The work I'm doing here is quite... new for me and my family. At least on this scale, but we're learning quickly and... frankly, the scale and scope are intoxicating. My respects to my elders." "Someone might simply call you an animal," you remark reproachfully, to which he only gasps.smirks. "No, seriously – this... lifestyle is just awful, in my opinion! I hope you'll finally [[come to your senses!|AlimTalk][$social += 1; $AlimT to 0; $AlimRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <</if>> <>

<> <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 $NickRelationship >= 6>> You see Nick thoughtfully polishing glasses. Noticing you, he waves and nods to the chair across from you, inviting you to [[talk|NickTalk][$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>> [[Return|Evening]] <>

<> <<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>> <>

<> <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>> <>

<> <<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 $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 $barista == 1>> <<if $RadaQuest == 3>> <<set $RadaQuest to 4>> <</if>> <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 $barista == 4>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp"> - Well, looks like someone’s got something to celebrate, huh? Nice job—you pulled it off! I got the delivery and already set up the machine. - Rada smiles at you. - I won’t ask what you had to go through to make this happen… but just know I owe you one. And hey… if you ever feel like telling me the whole story, I’d love to hear it. Now, let’s get to know this beast. We’re spending the whole day training. By tomorrow, you’ll be ready to work your first shift as a barista and I’ll finally get some rest! You spend the entire morning going over the manual and getting hands-on with the machine. The general idea is clearyou’ve made coffee before but it still takes time to get used to this specific model. Rada reassures you that’s totally normal; she’s been through the same thing more than once. As you practice, you brew every coffee drink you already know, experimenting with grind sizes, dosing, tamping pressure and milk texturing. You taste each cup to check the balance and flavor. Of course, even with the best intentions, you and Rada can’t possibly drink all that coffee so you quickly start handing it out. First to your coworkers, then to any curious customers who don’t mind a free sample. By the end of the shift, your head is spinning but you’ve got the hang of everything. You’ve trained hard, figured it all out, and feel completely confident that next time, you’ll be able to handle the machine and yourself like a pro. [[Return|Afternoon][$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 $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>> <>

[[Box|Box]] ::Box Текущие значения: $money / $fitnes / $promiscuity / $beauty / $social / $waitressskill / $librarianskill / $bargirlskill / $officeskill / $librarycorruption / $hostelrep / $hostelstay / $sleepD <hr> <<link "+HostelRep$">> <<set $hostelrep +=5>> <<goto "Box">> <</link>> <<link "+$NickRelationship">> <<set $NickRelationship +=5>> <<goto "Box">> <</link>> <<link "+Nickstay">> <<set $NickSex +=1>> <<goto "Box">> <</link>> <<link "-Nickstay$">> <<set $NickSex -=1>> <<goto "Box">> <</link>> <hr> <<link "back">> <<goto "Hostel">> <</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 $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/playing.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/CC/playing1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/CC/playing3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Paula takes you to a small room inside the community center. The lights are dim, and a projector suspended from the ceiling, connected to a console, projects the game onto a white wall, allowing everyone to see the action in detail. Two players are battling it out in a fighting game, seated close to the screen, amidst shouts and comments from everyone. The championship title is at stake, and the playoffs of a mini-tournament they hold from time to time have already begun. Paula explains that they sometimes gather here for a casual game or to watch movies. The tournament final is being played today, so passions are running high. Some are even placing bets on the eventual winners. Paula herself admits that she was eliminated in the quarterfinals. You settle into soft chairs, munching popcorn and watching the colorful battles. Even though you don't understand everything, the vividness of the battles helps you stay engaged, and the shared sighs and banter add spice. A couple of hours later, a winner is determined. You all celebrate together, and then slowly begin cleaning up the mess left behind. Eventually, you and Paula are the last ones left, and she suggests you stay a little longer and play racing or doubles games. [[You agree, and have a great time|Night][$PaulaRelationship += 3]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $RadaRelationship >= 6 && $RadaQuest == 1>> <<set $RadaQuest to 2>> <</if>> <<if $ElizabethQuest == 2 && $promiscuity >= 12>> <<set $ElizabethQuest to 3>> <</if>> <<if $PaulaRelationship >= 6 && $PaulaQuest == 1>> <<set $PaulaQuest to 2>> <</if>> <<if $PaulaRelationship >= 10 && $PaulaQuest == 2>> <<set $PaulaQuest to 3>> <</if>> <style> .card-wrapper { width: 70%; margin: 8px auto; } .character-card { display: flex; gap: 16px; border: 1px solid #666; border-radius: 10px; padding: 8px; align-items: flex-start; background: rgba(20,20,20,0.6); color: #eee; } .character-photo img { width: 200px; border-radius: 6px; } .character-name { font-size: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 6px; } .quest-box { margin-top: 12px; padding: 8px; border: 1px solid #555; background: rgba(255,255,255,0.07); border-radius: 6px; } </style>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Jenny.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Jenny</div> Gender: female Locations: Hostel Brief: A young woman who lives and works part-time at the hostel. She helps newcomers get their bearings in the city and is always ready to offer advice or help if she can. Amazingly, she combines sociability and diligence in her studies. Quote: Jenny: “I live in the Hostel, work in the Hostel, and have fun, mostly in the Hostel. Some might say I'm limited - I'd say that's the result of excellent organization. And hey, you always know where to find me if you have questions or need help... It's obvious where to find me!” Relationships: <<= $JennyRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest Progress: <<if $JennyQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — Jenny is always ready to help and offer advice - it's good to have at least someone I can turn to!. <<elseif $JennyQuest == 2>> Stage 2 — I saw her... God... how embarrassing - and I don't know who I'm more ashamed of - myself, shamelessly peeping at her, or Jenny, kneeling and ready for more. Apparently... she's used to this? Should we talk about it? <<elseif $JennyQuest == 3>> Stage 3 — Yeah, and Jenny turned out to be a surprise. In a still pool... Okay, it's not for me to judge her! The main thing is that she doesn't seem like a bad person, and she hasn't changed her attitude towards me at all during all this time. We need to keep communicating and just live.. <<elseif $JennyQuest == 4>> Stage 4 - We've become close enough that I catch her... glances from time to time. And let's be honest - I can imagine her naked too. If only there were a little more privacy in the Hostel... <<elseif $JennyQuest == 5>> Stage 5 - That was... Wow! God! I never thought... Yes, the experience with a girl is completely different. So... tender and caring. Am I becoming bisexual?! <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Jack.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Jack</div> Gender: male Locations: Hostel Brief: The owner of the Hostel is the best place to start exploring the City. He has poured his heart and soul and money into opening the Hostel, so he is constantly busy with work. A reserved, not very sociable person. Quote: “I'm still not sure I succeeded... Damn, I've invested too much in this to just give up! Good thing I have Jenny... So what was I saying? Pay up or get out - I'm past the point of letting people borrow money. People invented money a long time ago, replacing barter - so go and earn it if you want to stay under my roof!” Relationships: <<= $JackRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest Progress: <<if $JackQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — Is there really no way to avoid paying for overnight stays? I need to ask Jenny about alternatives to the Hostel... <<elseif $JackQuest == 2>> Stage 2 - We've got a deal! Hurray! All I have to do is clean the Hostel. Jack promised to give me a free night's stay for every 3-4 cleanings. Of course, it takes energy, but as long as I'm earning little, it'll do! Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Alim.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Alim</div> Gender: male Locations: Hostel Brief: A guy from somewhere in the Middle East. Straightforward and self-confident. Doesn't like to talk about himself, his plans, or his affairs. Doesn't pass up a single skirt in the hostel. He's often overly persistent. He has his own separate room. Quote: “Cherchez la femme! - my father said. He continued - she's It makes your life easier. It will relieve fatigue and feed you. He liked Balzac, if you know what I mean. I am my father's son, and I tell you - I will feed, rebuke, and protect you in exchange for obedience and service to me as a husband.” Relationships: <<= $AlimRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest Progress: <<if $AlimQuest == 1>> Stage 1 - Hmm... I didn't know even such meetings were possible in the Hostel. It was sudden and spontaneous, but... not unpleasant. And did he mention future meetings, or did I imagine it? <<elseif $AlimQuest == 2>> Stage 2 - The proposal was out of the blue, like our first meeting, but at the same time - just as memorable and important! But... I agreed. I'm sure that Many... shared sunrises await us ahead. Or no - I feel like this guy isn't so simple and will definitely try to seduce me even more... Am I afraid of that? <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Rada.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Rada</div> Gender: female Locations: Cafe, Rada and Leonard's House Brief: A straightforward and, at first glance, rude and vulgar girl with Russian roots. She lives with her father and is forced to work in his coffee shop. She constantly shirks or rebels, sabotaging the work process in small ways. Quote: “Another cunt on legs, walking down a piss-stained brick path to her dreams... No, darling, I'm not judging you. You're doing great. Tell yourself that more often, okay? Do you want coffee? No? I promise I won't even spit in it this time. But I'm sorry, you're right - it's not your fault the coffee business is going down the drain, and students drink too much vodka, which completely burns out their taste buds. Otherwise, I don't understand why they even buy fucking coffee from vending machines!” Relationships: <<= $RadaRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest progress: <<if $RadaQuest == 1>> Stage 1 - I can't say I'm happy to meet her - rude and mean - those are my first impressions. I'm sure if I ask her anything, she won't hesitate to lie. I hope we don't have many shifts together! <<elseif $RadaQuest == 2>> Stage 2 — After getting to know her better, I have to admit — she's a unique person. On the positive side, she speaks frankly, wears makeup well, and makes delicious coffee. Maybe she could teach me the last two things? <<elseif $RadaQuest == 3>> Stage 3 — Rada tells me to keep learning how to make coffee, and I'll become a decent barista, but her instructions... Are too specific. <<elseif $RadaQuest == 4>> Stage 4 — And just when she agreed to make me a barista, the coffee machine broke! And who did she blame for this? Me! I need to check the Pawn Shop in the Mall or go to the coffee island there. <<elseif $RadaQuest == 5>> Stage 5 — The manager offered a simple barter — I work for him full-time. with a return, and he gives me their old coffee machine in return. I really don't want to work for pennies... <<elseif $RadaQuest == 6>> Stage 6 - Larry offers me options... Basically, I can either buy it for money like a regular commodity (if only I had that kind of money!). I can "work it off" by helping them at the pawn shop (and why does my mouth hurt in advance?). Or he's willing to give me the coffee machine if I come to an agreement with Nick, which will lead to a decrease in my income at the bar... <<elseif $RadaQuest == 7>> Stage 7 - I've made my choice - there are only $smen shifts left to work! Just a little more! Just a little more! <<elseif $RadaQuest == 8>> Stage 8 - Finally, this coffee machine saga is over, and now I can calmly get to work New job. I can only hope that while I was getting that damn coffee machine out, I didn't forget Rada's instructions... <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Leonard.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Leonard</div> Gender: male Locations: Cafe Brief: Owner of the Cafe on the College campus. Divorced. Has a daughter. Not the life of the party, greedy and stingy. Despite his love He's not very good at making money. He's angry at his wife and worried about his daughter. Keen on young women Quote: “If you know how to clean, I've got a job for you. If you know how to work hard and are willing to... put in the work, I've got plenty of work for you. If you're an arrogant bitch, get the hell out of here - don't waste my time. There are a lot of people like you on the streets - wanting a crown from heaven, but not willing to bend their backs or get on their knees for it!” Relationships: <<= $LeonardRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest Progress: <<if $LeonardQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — Leonard doesn't strike me as a nice person, nor a great boss... But I need a job, and from what I understand, not just any employee is good enough for him. My only options are to learn waitressing skills somewhere, or... humble my pride and kneel for... Ugh! . <<elseif $LeonardQuest == 2>> Stage 2 - I got the job thanks to my skills! And even though that means I won't always have a job when I need one, at least I retained my dignity! . <<elseif $LeonardQuest == 3>> Stage 3 - That damn old man found out about my... adventures. This isn't a city - it's some kind of gossip camp! Damn village - everyone knows everything. Nevertheless, I managed to save face, although I don't know why. At least he paid me my severance pay. . <<elseif $LeonardQuest == 4>> Stage 4 - Pride is good, but expensive. And I couldn't afford it. It was disgusting, and it would happen again from time to time, but you have to look on the bright side! At least there'll always be work for me... and a "part-time" job with extra pay. <<elseif $LeonardQuest == 5>> Stage 5 - That old geezer wants me to live up to his damn expectations! You see, I'm not pretty enough on my own! The jerk! He offered to pay for some procedures at the Beauty Salon! Although, maybe it's worth taking advantage of his... activity? <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Elizabeth.png" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Ms. Elizabeth</div> Gender: female Locations: Library Brief: Strict. Authoritative. Influential. Manages the Library and was formerly the head of the College's Disciplinary Committee. Prefers strict hierarchy and order. Believes that pain is the best teacher, and the fear of pain is the best motivator to follow the rules. She's surprisingly fair, knows how to reward, and doesn't let work and personal matters mix. Quote: “The meek shall inherit the earth. Never heard of that? Or that it's better to gnaw on the granite of learning while young? Tsk. What gaps in your erudition... You know, you'll have to study hard to get into College, and even more so, not to bail out like a cork from a bottle. I'll help if you give me the chance. It's all about hard work and self-discipline. Idleness hinders, work hardens. Start by working in the library, and you'll gain knowledge before you know it.” Relationships: <<= $ElizabethRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest progress: <<if $ElizabethQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — I was offered a job, and I accepted. I'd heard rumors about the Library, but I still needed a job. Sure, the pay isn't great, but the undeniable advantage is that I can find time to study while working. And they promised to pay more once I got the hang of it... <<elseif $ElizabethQuest == 2>> Stage 2 — Work: I was in the library, and suddenly I came across what everyone was talking about—a naked girl walking among the shelves! What... horror! What... courage? I don't even know what I'll do in the future with situations like this - Mrs. Elizabeth seems to know how to handle it.... <<elseif $ElizabethQuest == 3>> Stage 3 - I feel like my thoughts are distracting me. And while I'm working, I often have to see... naked butts and other body parts. Maybe... maybe my boss can get my thoughts in order? <<elseif $ElizabethQuest == 4>> Stage 4 - Mrs. Elizabeth... helped. Her lessons... discipline me and get my thoughts in order. Oh, I don't even know... I have a huge desire to control myself, so as not to end up on the carpet with her again. However, you can always ask for... a helping hand... <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Paula.jpg" width="200"> </div> <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Paula</div> Gender: female Locations: Library, Community Center Brief: A modest, slightly shy, and quiet girl. Mrs. Elizabeth's loyal assistant, girlfriend of the Community leader, Mark. She dislikes conflict. Without even realizing it, she's formed a group of people around her who share her love of games, board games, and cosplay. Quote: “I'm glad you're with us. There aren't many people I like here in town—I hope you'll be one of them. What? Yes, you can find me in the Library or the Community Center—we have a hobby group there—come by if you have time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd love to chat, but Mrs. Elizabeth wants me to sort through this archive by this evening.” Relationships: <<= $PaulaRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Progress Quest: <<if $PaulaQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — A beautiful, quiet girl, Elizaveta's right-hand woman. Not very sociable—it seems she needs time to warm up to me. I'm sure if we keep in touch, we'll be drinking tea together within a year. <<elseif $PaulaQuest == 2>> Stage 2 — As I thought—as I continued working, Paula gradually warmed up to me. Like a cat, she needed time. Now we can talk and spend time together; I'm sure we have a lot to talk about! By the way, I think I saw her at the Community Center—we'll have to discuss it when I get to know her better. <<elseif $PaulaQuest == 3>> Stage 3—Paula invited me to join her at the Community Center. She says they play D&D, video games, or other fun activities there. They even study for exams, though more like teachers—but it'll still be useful to me! And it's terribly interesting, to be honest.. <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="card-wrapper"> <div class="character-card"> <div class="character-photo"> <img src="img/characters/Nick.jpg" width="200"> </div <div class="character-info"> <div class="character-name">Nick</div> Gender: male Locations: Bar, Nick's Apartment Brief: A calm and level-headed young man, the owner of a bar. Ready to pour, listen, and offer employment. He's experienced a lot, acquiring diverse skills and a broad outlook. Loyal to friends, knows how to draw boundaries. Quote: “You take the order, deliver it to the client, and take the cash. It's simple. We'll work together—I'll teach you how to mix cocktails, you'll stand behind the bar, and you can earn decent money. Or, you can swindle my clients for tips—that's up to you. I need help, but I can also help—listen to you, offer advice, or tell you something. At worst, I can join you for a drink. Don't get lost—come by often, everyone is welcome here.” Relationships: <<= $NickRelationship >> <div class="quest-box"> Quest Progress: <<if $NickQuest == 1>> Stage 1 — Nick, the bar owner, offered me a job there. For now, as a waitress, busser, and cleaner, but judging by his workload, he's ready to let me work behind the bar eventually, once I've learned the ropes. <<elseif $NickQuest == 2>> Stage 2 — Once I got used to the routine of my new life, I started visiting Nick from time to time as a bartender. He makes excellent cocktails and always tells interesting stories! He's seen so much, but he's always ready to listen. I hope I don't sound like a schoolgirl to him! But then again, that's what I am... <<elseif $NickQuest == 3>> Stage 3 — What a horror! I woke up in his apartment this morning! What a nightmare—so embarrassing! Although Nick was damn sweet, and even a little sexy and romantic. At least he makes really good coffee! Maybe I should wake up in his bed more often? <<elseif $NickQuest == 4>> Stage 4 — I couldn't resist! I'm so embarrassed! It's all the alcohol! Damn! Okay, so in the end, I was successful - Nick didn't judge me, and even... accepted me? Now I can visit him, and even fall asleep in his bed... That was kind of the plan, right? <<elseif $NickQuest == 5>> Stage 5 — I continue living at Nick's, getting used to him and my new life. It's quite comfortable here, and he's a great guy. And he's nice tooSame here. He's also gradually and quietly ready to teach me bartending—mixing cocktails, and so on. When I'm ready, I can stand behind the bar. <<else>> Quest not started. <</if>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <> <>

<> <<if $LeonardQuest == 1 && $waitress == 1>> <<set $LeonardQuest to 2>> <</if>> <<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>> <>

<> <<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>> <<if $RadaQuest == 0>> <<set $RadaQuest to 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $waitress == 0 && $Leonard == 1>> <<if $LeonardQuest == 0>> <<set $LeonardQuest to 1>> <</if>> <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>> <>

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>>

<> <<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 $DayEnd == 0>> <img src="img/End/DayEnd.jpeg" width="720"> The long-awaited exam day has arrived. You've been preparing for this day for a long time. One way or another. Now your fate will be decided, and the test results will show whether those hours at the bar were wasted or not, and whether you should have spent more time studying. Early in the morning, Jenny finds you on the phone. She helps you and the other applicants staying at the Hostel prepare and pack. She takes you to the College with an organized group on a chartered bus, where Paula meets you. Smiling and waving, she wishes you good luck and leads your group to the area designated for [[the exam|DayEnd][$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>> <>

<> 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. Ending: "A+ Exams": <<if $GoodDayEndBuff >= 1>> Ending Code: SarGsadbws <<else>> Prepare for the exam and pass it (80+ Intelligence). <</if>> Ending: "Eternal Retake Exams": <<if $BadDayEndBuff >= 1>> Ending Code: RedDeerd <<else>> Fail the exam and set new goals. Someday you'll succeed! <</if>> Ending: "Starry Sky Above": <<if $PSleepEndBuff >= 1>> Ending Code: 3223553 <<else>> Stubbornly ignore the comfortable bed and continue sleeping in the park. <</if>> Ending: "Another Star of the Red Club": <<if $PromiscuityEndBuff >= 1>> Ending Code: Delmayn <<else>> Allow your promiscuity meter to go beyond the limit. <</if>> Ending: "New Old Daddy": <<if $LeonardBuff1 >= 1>> Ending Code: Moonlighterbahter <<else>> Have sex with Leonard after work more than 14 times. <</if>> "Daddy's Girls" Ending: <<if $LeonardBuff2 >= 1>> Ending Code: JonsarDD <<else>> Have sex with Leonard after work more than 14 times while improving your relationship with Rada (more than 21). <</if>> "Xerox Supplement" Ending: <<if $OfficeEnd >= 1>> Ending Code: F#45231ir3 <<else>> Become not only the most skilled employee, but also the most reliable (Help colleagues 8+ times). <</if>> Ending "Bartender's Mother": <<if $NickEnd >= 1>> Ending Code: 8123410gsaAASFg <<else>> Get a proposal from Nick (Relationship over 30) <</if>> Ending "Left Hand": <<if $GoodDayEndBuff >= 1>> Ending Code: ASDh543sgdf <<else>> Get a proposal from Alim (Relationship over 30) <</if>> Ending "Freelancer": <<if $BarBitchEndBuff >= 1>> Ending code: Ivasadfgr4we <<else>> Hook up with strangers at the bar over and over again, hoping to hit the jackpot (more than 14 times). <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <>

<> <<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 $ElizabethP == 1>> <<if $ElizabethQuest == 3>> <<set $ElizabethQuest to 4>> <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 $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>> <>

<> <<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]] <<if $NickHouse >= 1>> [[Nick's Apartment|NickHouse][$AP -= 1; $SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... [[Wait|Night][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <>

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>>

<> <<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">> <>

<> <<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 $JennyQuest == 0>> <<set $JennyQuest to 1>> <</if>> <<if $JackQuest == 0>> <<set $JackQuest to 1>> <</if>> <<if $JennyQuest == 3 && $JennyRelationship >= 6>> <<set $JennyQuest to 4>> <</if>> <<if $hostelwork >= 3>> <<set $hostelwork to 0>> <<set $hostelstay +=1>> <</if>> <<set $prevPassageHostel to passage()>> <<set $variable to random(5)>> <<if $hostelrep >= 15 && $AlimRoom == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimInv.webp" width="720"> You're minding your own business when... [[Someone snatches you up like prey|Alim][$Alim to 1]] <<else>> <<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 $AlimRoom >= 1>> [[Alim's room|AlimRoom][$SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $JennyRand to random(4)]] <</if>> <<if $cleaner >= 1 && $AP >= 1 && $hostelclean == 1>> <<linkreplace "Spend time cleaning 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>> <>

<> <<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>> <<if $JackQuest == 1>> <<set $JackQuest to 2>> <</if>> - 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>> <>

<> <<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 $JennyS1 == 1>> <<if $JennyQuest == 1>> <<set $JennyQuest to 2>> <<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 $variable == 1>> - I went to that cafe again yesterday. God, Rada is lucky to have her dad, isn't she? - She leafs through a notebook, sitting on an ottoman. - While I was chatting with her, he came out of his office, yelled at her, and sent the poor thing to work. And the way he looked at me! I thought he'd choke on his saliva. Although, I don't know if it's his or Rada's fault - but their coffee is delicious, and it really invigorates you! - [[Good to know that|Jenny][$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 $variable1 == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/Jenny4.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> - They exist, but… not for you, sweetie- Jenny sighs, glancing around - This town’s got a bit of a… closed-off scene. It’s all about ‘the right people.’ Keep mingling, and eventually someone will vouch for you, introduce you around, and once you’ve got the right connections, better jobs and new opportunities will follow. But right now? Nobody’s ready to trust you yet. Just hang in there, darling. [[Hmmm, it's a pity|Jenny][$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>> <>

<> <<if $SexRand == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyAlim.jpg" width="720"> Without beating around the bush, this has happened before, you lie down next to Jenny, who's lying on the bed, butt up, scrolling through her phone and whispering in her ear, offering to "play around," nipping lightly at her earlobe. She immediately puts the phone down, content with the offer. The mattress dips slightly as you roll toward Jen, her long hair spilling across the pillow, the light from her phone still casting a pale glow on her perfect profile. She doesn't hesitate, not this time. Not after months of teasing and late-night touches, your fingers brushing her bare thigh through the thin cotton sheets. Tonight, she turns into your arms, her body pressed lightly against yours, her soft laugh brushing against your cheek. "Mmm, I thought you'd never ask," she murmurs, running her fingers over the hollow of your shoulder blade before wrapping her arms around the back of your neck. Her lips find yours with practiced ease, a rush of heat racing through you as she parts them immediately, her tongue brushing against yours with that infuriatingly confident manner she always has. You feel her teeth gently press against your bottom lip, making you moan, one hand tangling in her hair and the other sliding down her side, cupping her hip. Jen moans softly into your mouth, squirming against your hand on her hip as you pull her closer, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her fingers grip your hair, her other hand sliding down your side and cupping your bottom, pulling you closer. "God, I've been waiting for you to do something about it," she whispers against your lips, rocking her hips slowly and steadily. The friction is intoxicating, especially as you feel her already aroused through the layers of fabric. You lightly nip her chin, your teeth scraping against the soft skin as you push her onto her back. She laughs breathlessly, her legs spreading for you without hesitation, her knee brushing against your inner thigh. Her fingers slide down to the hem of your shirt and tug insistently. " I want to feel you," she whispers, rocking her hips again, making it clear exactly what she means. She quickly and skillfully unbuttons your shirt with her fingers as you press against her, enjoying the way her body arches into yours. Her bare legs wrap around your waist, her smooth skin warm against your thighs as she unbuttons your shirt. " Oh yes," she breathes, her nails gliding lightly down your torso, her hands finding your shoulders. " You're not wearing a bra." It's more of a statement than a question—the smug smirk in her voice is unmistakable as she pushes your shirt off. "Of course not," you whisper back, arching into her touch as she roughly caresses your breasts, her fingertips teasing your sensitive nipples. She growls lowly, leaning down to grab one with her teeth, then soothing the bite with her tongue. "Missed them." Her hands slide down your sides, lifting you as she lifts her nightgown, revealing more and more soft skin. Your fingers find the hem of her shirt, eagerly pulling it over her head. Jen giggles at your haste but helps, lifting her hands, letting the fabric slide and pool behind her on the mattress. The moonlight streaming through the window casts dark silhouettes across her bare chest, reflecting off her jewelry as she stretches her arms above her head, arching her back invitingly. The contrast of her silver piercings against her soft, pale skin is breathtaking—her nipples ridged, the chain swaying slightly with her breath. She doesn't give you time to admire them before her hand reaches for the waistband of your pajama bottoms, tugging insistently. "Are you wearing panties tonight?" She clicks her tongue, frustration growing with each word as she watches your face, waiting for a reaction. Without breaking eye contact, her fingers slide past the elastic and under the fabric. Your breath catches as her fingers touch the wet warmth between your thighs, your back arching slightly at the first touch. Jen's expression is blank, amused by your immediate reaction, her fingertips pressing harder, tracing teasing circles around your clit without touching it. Your hips instinctively lift, trying to increase the pressure, but she simply smirks. " Look at you," she whispers, her voice trembling with satisfaction. " You were waiting too." "Yes," you admit with a soft moan, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.Your hands are still wet when she finally touches you, slowly and deliberately stroking your wet folds. You press shamelessly against her hand, desperate for more friction, and she delivers—two fingers sliding inside without preamble, curling slightly to press against that perfect spot inside you. "Ahh, fuck," you breathe, squeezing your thighs around her wrist. Jen nibbles your neck lightly before smoothing the burn with slow movements, her fingers moving rhythmically inside you while her thumb circles your clit with perfect pressure. Heat spreads throughout your body, your back arching off the mattress, the pleasure rapidly building. She doesn't slow down, her fingers curling and twisting like they're driving you crazy, her other hand gripping your thigh, holding you in place. "Fuck, Jen," you breathe, your hips moving toward her hand, a shudder running through your body. She purrs approvingly into your throat. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you." Her fingers twist slightly, the change in angle sending sparks through your nerves. You grip her shoulders, the waves building, your skin becoming even more sensitive to her touch. "Oh God, don't stop," you whisper, your nails digging into her shoulders, the pleasure reaching its peak. Jen moans, pressing against your skin, the vibrations intensifying the incredible sensation. "This is what I wanted," she says, her words hoarse with desire, and she redoubles her efforts. Her thumb presses harder against your clit, her fingers curling perfectly inside you with each thrust. The mattress creaks softly beneath you both, her breathing becoming as ragged as yours. Your inner walls clench around her fingers as she curls them again, hitting that magical spot with ruthless precision. Your climax hits you suddenly and intensely, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shoots through every nerve ending. You cry out her name, your hips jerking against her hand as she squeezes every last shudder from your body, all the while kissing and licking your bare neck. Jen slows her movements but doesn't pull away, riding out the aftershocks with gentle circular motions of her fingers and thumb. You fall back onto the mattress, limbs heavy and breathless, watching as she brings her glistening fingers to her mouth. She licks them slowly with a contented purr, her gaze never leaving yours. "It was worth the wait," she says with her familiar smirk. You gasp with laughter, still too overcome with residual pleasure to formulate a coherent response. Raising your hand, you catch her face and pull her in for a kiss. She presses herself against you easily, her naked body pressed tightly against yours as she settles between your thighs. Her hips press naturally against yours, the warmth of her body through her shorts making itself felt. You lie there for a while, hugging. The idyll is interrupted by footsteps in the hallway. Coming to your senses, you break away from each other, hastily tidying yourselves up. Slightly embarrassed, averting your eyes guiltily, smiling shyly, you tell each other that you have things to do and that [[someday it's worth repeating… this|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> Without beating around the bush, this has happened before, you lie down next to Jenny, who's lying on the bed, butt up, scrolling through her phone and whispering in her ear, offering to "play around," nipping lightly at her earlobe at the end. She immediately puts the phone down, content with the offer. Jenny giggles hoarsely, feeling your teeth against her ear, feeling them lightly graze her earlobe before pulling away. The warmth of the air radiating from her back lingers even when you release her, comfort seeping into muscles already coiled in anticipation. With quick fingers, she tosses the phone onto the mattress next to her, the small rectangle sliding across the sheets, already tangled from their previous activities. She doesn't look back yet, but her smirk is unmistakable as she stretches slightly, squares her shoulders, and arches her back in gentle invitation. "Hm, that sounds interesting," she hums, deliberately flippant. Her fingers wiggle at her sides for a moment before stopping. She doesn't need to look at you to know you're close, close enough to feel the heat between you in the space above the sheets. You smell the faint sweetness of her hair, mingled with the spicy scent of soap used after work. Your breathing is even as you move, shifting so that your arm wraps around her waist. "Interesting, isn't it?" you whisper again, close to her.Ear, quieter this time. Your free hand slides down her back, fingers brushing the soft fabric of the small dip just above her buttocks. Your movement slows, drawing circles there with your fingertips, occasionally brushing the curve beneath. Jenny sighs contentedly at the attention, leaning her shoulders forward slightly, allowing you to explore. Her hips move almost imperceptibly, swaying to the rhythm of your touch without any obvious prodding. "Yes." She inhales lightly as your fingers slide lower down her back, pressing harder when you reach the top of her pants. Your voice hangs in her ear, its warmth making her shiver despite the temperature in the room. Jenny leans back slightly, not enough to press against you completely, but enough to hint at an invitation. "Your hands are always so sure," she whispers, as if melted by the words. One of her hands comes up to press against your wrist, which you place on her thigh, not to push away, but simply to gently hold it in place. Her skin is warm beneath the thin fabric, and you can feel the firmness of her flesh through it. You kiss the side of her neck, moving gradually, nibbling at the skin with deliberate slowness. She doesn't pull away, but tilts her head slightly to give you better access. The mattress creaks softly as you shift your weight, flipping Jenny onto her back with practiced ease. Her hair spills across the pillow, reflecting the dim light of the nearby table lamp. She looks at you with half-lidded eyes, lips slightly parted, and continues to smile her understanding smile. "You've gotten better at this," she remarks, her voice a little rougher as your body presses against hers. Her hands immediately rise, one tangling in your hair and the other caressing your back under your shirt. "I'm all yours now," she adds, lifting her hips slightly, pressing your body against hers. The heat between your thighs makes your underwear damp even before she presses you firmly against the sheets. You lean down to kiss her on the lips, tasting the faint sweetness of her strawberry lip balm mingling with the remnants of your previous drinks. The kiss quickly deepens, Jenny's tongue meeting yours with passionate energy. Her fingers grip your back, her nails lightly scraping the skin where they find the bare space beneath your blouse. "That's all I needed to hear," you whisper against her lips, pulling away just for a moment to let the words form between you. She breathes heavily, her breath still hot against yours, and she waits for him to continue. Jenny arches as you lightly bite her bottom lip, the slight tingle causing her hips to twitch. You feel her reaction all over—the slight tremor in her hands, the way her hips tighten around you. "Mmm," she purrs approvingly, pulling you back by the hair. "That's good," she adds between lazy kisses, her legs spreading, widening beneath you. "You were right, it was a good idea." Your hands act instinctively now, moving along the curve of her body with your usual confidence. One hand slides under the waistband of her pajama pants, fingers slipping under the elastic to caress the warm wetness between her thighs. "You've been thinking about this for a long time," you accuse softly as your fingers, already wet, begin to tease her entrance. Jenny's breathing quickens as you penetrate, just the tip, to test her wetness. She throws her head back against the pillow, her mouth parting, and she moans softly. "Maybe," she admits, rocking her hips to encourage deeper penetration. "Or maybe I just knew you'd take what you wanted." You kiss the curve of her jaw, slowly sliding your fingers in and out, feeling how easily they glide. Her back arches off the mattress as you curl your fingers, pressing against that sensitive spot inside. "Oh, god," Jenny breathes, spreading her legs wider. Her hands grip your shoulders as you add a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her bite her lip. "You're so fucking good," you whisper against her skin, gradually increasing the tempo, your fingers moving in time with your words. Jenny's breath becomes short, hot, right in your ear. Her nails dig lightly into your back as she lifts her hips to meet every movement of your hand. "I'm going to cum," she warns, her voice tense with desire. "Or Do you want me to wait?" Your thumb circles her clit as your fingers continue to move inside, applying firm pressure, just like she asked. "No need to wait," you tell her, watching her face contort in pleasure as you increase your speed. "Let me hear you." A broken moan escapes her lips as her muscles clench around your fingers. Her whole body tenses for a moment before she shudders with orgasm, her legs shaking, clasping your arm. Jenny's back arches sharply off the bed, and you have to use your free hand to hold her against you. "That's my girl." You slow your fingers, but keep them inside as Jenny comes to her senses. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her lips still parted, her body shaking from the aftershocks. You carefully pull your hand away, bringing your fingers to your mouth. A dark laugh bubbles in your chest as Jenny watches you lick them. "This is... cheating," she gasps, but doesn't stop watching your tongue. You straddle her hips, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her as you lean in for a kiss. She gasps at the taste of her body transferred from your lips to hers. "Good?" you ask as you pull away slightly. "So good," Jenny admits without hesitation, her hands sliding to your waist, her fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, caressing the soft skin. "Want to show me something else?" Her hips press against yours, the wet heat already returning through your panties. You lie there for a while, hugging. The idyll is interrupted by footsteps in the hallway. Coming to your senses, you break away from each other, hastily tidying yourselves up. Slightly embarrassed, averting your eyes guiltily, smiling shyly, you tell each other that you have things to do and that [[someday it's worth repeating… this|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> Without beating around the bush, this has happened before, you lie down next to Jenny, who's lying on the bed, butt up, scrolling through her phone and whispering in her ear, offering to "get naughty," lightly nipping at her earlobe at the end. She immediately puts her phone down, satisfied with the offer. Her eyes light up today; she's clearly determined to take the lead. Wasting no time, she pins me to the bed, our chests pressed together, our tongues entwined in a kiss. Jenny's fingers run through your hair, deepening the kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip. She quickly straddles you, her naked body pressed tightly against you, her small breasts pressed against your sternum. As she moves, a wet spot forms between your stomachs, her smooth cunt sliding deliciously against your torso. "Mmm... I've wanted this for a long time," she murmurs between heated kisses. Her green eyes shine with playful hunger as she looks down at you, already flushed and breathing heavily. "Let's see how loud I can make you excited." Her small hands pin you to the sheets, pinning your wrists above your head as she moves slowly, circularly, pressing herself against your body. One of her hands releases your wrist and roughly caresses your left breast, squeezing and kneading the skin without her usual hesitation. "Fuck... your little nipples get so excited when they're stroked like this." You whimper as Jenny pins you to the mattress, the strength of her grip leaving no doubt who's in charge. Her small hands may be gentle in other situations, but in the bedroom, they know exactly what they want—and right now, it's you. The wet heat between her legs leaves slick marks on your stomach with every movement of her hips, her soft moans growing more insistent as she grinds against you. "You like this, don't you?" Jenny breathes heavily, her free hand sliding down your body, pinching one hardened nipple. As your back arches off the bed, her grip tightens on your hair, tilting your head back. "Look at me when I talk to you," she commands, leaning down to bite your neck. Her wet folds cling to your hipbone, sending shivers down her slender body. "You crave this so much... you always look when I take someone to bed." Your breath catches as Jenny begins to move harder, her wet slit leaving unmistakable marks on your skin with every movement of her hips. Her grip on your hair tightens until a sharp pain hits—a pain that only quickens your heartbeat, andYour nipples become even more prominent. Her hot breath fanns your face as she leans in to kiss you again, this time with the demanding touch of someone who has taken the initiative. "Mmm... I knew you'd be so much fun," she whispers, pressing her lips to yours. Her free hand slides down your stomach, her fingertips brushing just above your vagina. "Always pretending to be quiet... but you watch everything, right? Especially me." Finally, her thumb brushes against your clit, eliciting a broken moan from your throat. She lightly nibbles your bottom lip. "Shh... not yet," she teases as you squirm, her caresses light and playful. Her thumb circles your clit in lazy, teasing motions, while her other hand holds you down. The combination of restraint and containment drives you wild—trapped beneath her, defenseless, helpless. Jenny's body rocks against yours as she continues to slowly move her hips, her soft vagina sliding wetly over your stomach and ribs. Her skin feels hot and warm against you, her small breasts bounce slightly with each movement. "You're so turned on...," she whispers with pleasure. " Does just the look of it turn you on? The thought of it?"From what I do to the boys when I bring them here?" Her pace quickens a little, her vagina pressing harder with each movement as she teases your nipple with her free hand. "Oh yeah... I can feel it. Your body is already responding." She presses harder, her vagina now rubbing against your side instead of pulling down. "You imagined this, didn't you?" she whispers, pinching your nipple sharply again, her breath quickening against your face. The hand in your hair tugs a little harder, causing you to arch your back as her body slides lower over yours. The heat of her vagina now rubs directly against your thigh, her slick arousal coating your skin with every movement of her hips. She nibbles your collarbone, her fingers leaving wet trails on your stomach, teasing the area around your vagina. "It's quiet on the outside... but inside... Mmm... I know you want it." Finally, her thumb spreads your folds, pressing hard, circular motions against your swollen clit, sending shivers through you. She presses her face into the crook of your shoulder, nipping softly, while her other hand sharply pinches your nipple. She moans softly as your body twitches with arousal, her fingers pressing harder against your clit. "That's it... give it to me," she whispers. She whispers, her words hoarse with excitement. One hand slides lower, two fingers pressing against your entrance without penetrating. "I want to feel how wet you really are." She runs her slick fingers up, collecting your moisture before bringing them to her lips. Jenny licks her fingers, her gaze burning as she watches your reaction. "Mmm... delicious." Then she lowers her head, pressing wet kisses to your stomach. Her small hands roughly spread your thighs as she kneels between your legs, pausing to admire the results of her work. You are now completely naked before her—your vagina swollen, glistening with arousal. Jenny's smile is full of desire as she adjusts herself more comfortably on the bed, her thumbs sliding over your inner thighs, making them tremble. You inhale sharply as Jenny's thumbs dig into your soft flesh, pressing lightly—just enough to send a slight tingle of pain through your nerves, merging with the heat pooling in your pit of your stomach. Her gaze never leaves your face as she slowly moves her touch higher, approaching the spot where you crave her. "Are you sure?" she teases, though there's no hint of hesitation. One thumb circles your entrance, teasing the edge, and her other hand spreads your legs wider. The bed dips beneath you as she leans down, her breath hot against your wet folds. You nod desperately, your fingers tangling in the sheets. "Okay," she whispers before running her tongue up your seam. You gasp sharply at the wet pressure, arching your back off the mattress. Jenny laughs softly and does it again—long, leisurely, tasting every inch of you. She stops at the top, circling your clit with her tongue, then glides lightly over it—a barely noticeable touch that makes your hips twitch. Then she gives a little pShe sucks, drawing the swollen bud into her mouth. Your breath hitches, a shudder runs through you as she sucks with greater urgency, gently stroking your outer lips with her tongue while her tongue works your sensitive clit. The teasing touches of her fingers deepen—one penetrates just an inch, her thumb pressing from underneath, slowly stroking in circles. Her free hand grips your thigh, her nails digging just enough to keep you from lifting too far off the bed. You hear her moans, feeling the vibrations on your heated skin. The intensity quickly escalates, she alternates between sucking and licking, adding more fingers inside, curling them against the roof of your mouth. Each thrust is deliberate, her tongue working your clit faster as she pistons in and out. Your vision blurs as a powerful pressure builds in your lower abdomen. Jenny pulls back momentarily to press a thick finger against your clit, rubbing it in circles as her mouth envelops your entrance. The sudden difference in pressure sends hot sparks down your spine. You feel her laughter deep within you as she caresses you with her tongue, penetrating you with one finger, her wet mouth creating a vacuum each time she pulls back. The dual stimulation is overwhelming—her mouth working from the inside while her fingers stroke you from above. Her free hand moves higher, squeezing and rolling your nipple between her fingers. You reach down to grab her blonde hair, your fingers intertwining, your breath catching. This only spurred her on—Jenny moans, curling around your body, the sound vibrating throughout you. Her fingers tighten even more inside you, penetrating deeper, her tongue sliding and swirling around the edges. Your toes curl against the sheets, your legs trembling as the pleasure builds. Jenny feels the shift in your body—your thighs tense around her face, your vagina clenching rhythmically around her fingers. She moans again, the vibrations tugging at your already sensitive flesh. Just when you think she'll give in, she lowers herself completely—her jaw stretching, her nose pressing against your clit, her tongue thrusting deep into your vagina. Her thumb begins to circle your clit, and now she's fucking you with her entire mouth—devouring you with the same voracious energy with which she teased you. The dam suddenly breaks, collapsing, and your body jerks violently against the sheets. Jenny holds you tightly, one hand gripping your thigh, the other working tirelessly on your clit as her tongue penetrates deeper. Her lips press tightly against your entrance during orgasm, sucking in long, pulsing strokes while her fingers maintain a steady rhythm. You feel a slight eruption, but Jenny only purrs approvingly, absorbing what you give her. She releases your leg to completely hide it all, wrapping her mouth around you and licking every trembling pulse of your arousal. Your hands grip her hair because the intensity doesn't let up—too much, too perfect, overwhelming. Jenny knows it—she moves in time, slower, but deeper, caressing your clit with slow, relentless circular motions. As the euphoria begins to fade, she finally pulls away to run her tongue up the length of your body, licking every trace of your arousal with lazy, grateful kisses. At the very end, she pulls away from your hypersensitive clit again before gently sucking it into her mouth—a soft contrast to the overwhelming intensity of the previous moments. She continues to lie between your legs, gently sucking on your clit. The idyll is interrupted by footsteps in the hallway. Coming to your senses, you break apart, each hastily tidying up. Slightly embarrassed, averting your eyes guiltily, smiling shyly, you tell each other that you have things to do and that [[someday it's worth repeating… this|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyFit.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyFit1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyFit2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyFit3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> You approach Jenny, who's sprawled out on her bed, and suggest working out since you both have some free time. Without thinking twice, she agrees. You agree to meet at the gym in about 10 minutes—both of you need to change. Time flies by, and you barely have time to change into what serves as your workout clothes. Upon meeting Jenny, you admit you don't remember if you have any paid classes, to which she waves and shows you in. At the reception desk, she explains to the girl that you're with her. She gives you both a disgruntled look, sighs, and nods. Jenny laughs and promises to "pay you back" for this favor as she passes. You think you see her wink at the girl, who looks away, her face flushing slightly. For the next couple of hours, you work out on the exercise machines. After warming up, you train under Jenny's supervision, who manages to perform her exercises and correct your technique. Surprisingly, she knows what she's doing so well that she's able to teach you a lot. Thanks to her, your workout is much more effective. <<if $SexRand == 0>> Throughout the entire workout, you couldn't stop imagining her form; you imagined her naked. You imagined her taste, her smell... the sensations of her touch, and you were ready to swear that [[you're not alone|JennySportSex][$TimeD += 1; $SexRandScene to random (2); $fitnes += 3]] <<else>> [[That was a great workout|Hostel][$TimeD += 1; $fitnes += 3]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> Your close contact, touches, support, and gentle caresses of your butts have awakened desire in you. You try to stand next to this feeling, but from the glances you exchange, you realize it's mutual. Very soon, you finish training, finding yourself alone in a secluded room... And then you're pressed against the wall, Jenny's knee pushing your legs apart, pressing against the indentations of your clit. Her hands knead your buttocks, her mouth covering your neck and collarbone with kisses and gentle bites. Her hands squeeze and spread your ass, plunging her thumb into the hollow between your cheeks. Hot breath brushes against your ear as she whispers, "Don't tell me you didn't notice how much I wanted to fuck you after every time we practiced." Your nipples harden beneath the thick spandex of your sweatshirt. The wetness between your thighs grows as her knee continues to slowly rub your clit in circles. She presses another passionate kiss to your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point. You arch instinctively, your body responding to the promise in her touch. "Come on," she whispers, nibbling on your collarbone. "Admit it, you imagined this." One hand slides down your waist, fingers trailing down to the waistband of your shorts. She doesn't slip her hand under them, just pauses there, waiting. Watching. Her face—flushed with tension, lips slightly parted—is inches from yours, demanding recognition. Your heart pounds in your ears as Jenny's hand edges dangerously close to where you crave her. The scent of her sweat, warm and slightly musky, fills your senses, along with the pressure of her knee rubbing against your clit through the thin fabric. You sob before you can stop yourself. Her smile is quick and meaningful as she feels you succumb to her touch. "Thought so," she breathes, satisfaction laced in every word. Her thumb is now pressed firmly against your inner thigh, slowly rubbing circles that take your breath away. Her other hand is still squeezing your buttocks, her fingers digging almost painfully. "You teased me every time we trained," you choke out, your voice trembling slightly. Your hips rock involuntarily, seeking more friction as her knee continues its relentless rhythm. Jenny's eyes darken, her pupils dilating with desire. "I shouldn't have teased you. You were leaning just right the whole time," you chide. Her teeth scrape your earlobe as she whispers, "Did you think I didn't notice how wet your shorts are? » Your face flushes, but Jenny only chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. Finally, her hand slips beneath your waistband, her fingers sliding over your wet skin until they find your entrance. You moan at the touch as one finger effortlessly slips inside, your body yielding easily to the intrusion. Jenny presses another kiss to your neck, hot and open-mouthed, her tongue tasting your sweat as her finger curls inside you. "Fuck," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "You're even better than I imagined." A second finger joins the first, gently stretching you, thrusting slowly. Her thumb rubs circles over your clit, never touching it directly, keeping you on edge. "And you're so wet," she continues, speaking between sharp breaths, her fingers speeding up. "You really wanted this, didn't you?" Jenny says, watching your reaction to her movements. Your back arches instinctively as she curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes stars burst before your eyes. The wet sounds your bodies make together intensify the atmosphere around you. "So unbearable," you whisper, clutching her shoulders. She smirks wickedly at your confession, adding a third finger and thrusting harder. Your legs are shaking, your knees are about to give way, pleasure clenching in your stomach. "Tell me to stop if you want," she challenges, though there's no promise in her words. Jenny's other hand leaves your bottom to lift your sports bra, her fingers stroking your swollen nipple with cruel precision. "I don't..." you breathe out, leaning back against the wall. "I don't... want you to stop." "Good girl." Her teeth sink into your tenderThe skin of your shoulder brushes against her as she fingers you harder, creating a delicious burn. One of her knees presses between your thighs, giving you something hard to grind against as the wave of pleasure builds to its limit. The friction is exquisite—flesh on flesh, your wet shorts catching the rhythmic movements of your hips. "Jenny," you whisper, digging your nails into her biceps as she expertly brings you to orgasm. She doesn't stop, doesn't give up, knowing full well she's driving you wild. The hand on your breast pinches and massages your nipple, sending sharp tingles through your chest that make your vagina clench around her fingers. " You're close, aren't you? "—" Jenny asks breathlessly, whispering in your ear, her voice hot and wet, barely contained. Desire. The question is rhetorical—she feels your walls tremble, your thighs tense around her hand, your breathing grow ragged. "Come for me," she demands. There's a roughness to her command that sends another shudder through you. Your back arches away from the wall as your orgasm crashes through you with sudden, devastating intensity. Jenny turns to watch the pleasure shake your body, her fingers still working inside you, prolonging the exquisite sensations coursing through your veins. Your inner walls rhythmically squeeze her fingers as she continues to pump them in and out of your hypersensitive vagina. "Fuck! Jenny!" "You scream, the ache of pleasure coursing through your nervous system as she mercilessly fucks you to orgasm. Saliva pools in the corner of your mouth as your body twitches uncontrollably. Your vagina pulsates around her fingers, coating them with fresh wetness as ecstasy overwhelms you. "Just like that, just like that," she whispers approvingly, her other hand rubbing circles over your heaving belly. Jenny presses you against the wall with her body, giving you enough room to ride out the residual sensations. Her fingers slow but don't stop, prolonging your pleasure until you're a quivering, hypersensitive mess. When she finally pulls out of you, she catches your hips as your legs nearly give way, easily supporting your weight. "You're so adorable when you come," she says with relish, lifting her glistening fingers to lick them, a display of something that shouldn't be arousing but certainly is. You watch, mesmerized, as her pink tongue laps up your essence before she licks each finger clean, humming approvingly. "I..." You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly with your ragged breathing, remaining hypersensitive beneath the bra that has ridden up to your collarbones. Your nipples are still hard, aching slightly, even as the aftertaste washes over you|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> Your close contact, touches, support, and gentle caresses of your butts have awakened desire in you. You try to stand next to this feeling, but from the glances you exchange, you realize it's mutual. Very soon, you finish your workout, finding yourself alone in a secluded room... She wastes no time in kissing, and you reciprocate. Before you know it, your fingers have found each other's vaginas, beginning a mutual caress. As our workout comes to an end, the tension between us is palpable. Jenny, her toned body glistening with sweat, looks at me with a mixture of desire and playfulness. You've both been flirting throughout this entire workout, and now that we're alone in a secluded room, it's threatening to spill out. "I think we've pushed ourselves enough for today," Jenny says, her voice shaking slightly. "I heard... that sex burns more calories than exercise," I choke out, fighting back tears. Jenny smiles mischievously at my words. "Really? Well, we can't let our workout go to waste, can we?" She begins kissing my stomach, her tongue darting out to lick the sweat from my skin. I shudder at the sensation, my muscles trembling. Jenny's fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, slowly pulling them down my legs. I lift my hips to help her, desperate to feel her touch on my most sensitive spots. She tosses my leggings aside, leaving me naked and vulnerable before her. "You have such a beautiful body," Jenny breathes, her gaze gliding over every inch of my bare skin.skin. "I've wanted this since the moment I saw you in the gym today." She spreads your legs wider, settling herself between them. You feel her hot breath on the inside of your thighs, sending a thrill of anticipation through me. Then Jenny leans down and runs her tongue over your body. You moan loudly, your hips arching involuntarily. She presses her tongue against you and slowly licks you again, savoring your taste. You tangle your fingers in her hair, holding her tightly as she continues her sensual assault on you. "You taste so good," she whispers, touching my sensitive skin, sending vibrations throughout my body. "I could do this all day." You whimper as she swirles her tongue around your swollen clit before sucking it into her mouth. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming. Your hips begin to tremble, a sign that you're rapidly approaching orgasm. Jenny must sense how close you are, because she intensifies her efforts, fucking you with her tongue while stroking your clit with her thumb. The combination of sensations is too much, and you plunge headlong into an explosive orgasm, screaming her name. Jenny continues to gently caress you as you ride out the waves of climax, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of you. When the intensity subsides, she kisses you, moving higher and higher, pausing again to pay special attention to your breasts. You're a trembling wreck beneath her, completely limp and satisfied. She takes your hand and guides it between her legs, showing how wet it is. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?" she whispers, pressing herself against your palm. You can't speak, so you just nod, your fingers brushing against her wet panties. She moans softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Encouraged by her reaction, you slip your hand under the fabric and insert a finger inside her. "Oh god," Jenny gasps, her inner muscles clenching. " More. Please." You add a second finger, sliding them back and forth over her wet cunt. "Honestly," Jenny breathes in your ear, her voice thick with desire. "This has been building since the first day we met." She gently pushes you back again, lowering her hips to meet yours. The wet warmth of her cunt slides over your pulsing entrance, enticing you both. Our shared wetness creates a slick connection as she grinds against you. "Oh, this is amazing already," she breathes, flexing her biceps as she holds herself above you. Jenny moves her hips slowly and deliberately, rubbing her clit against your swollen folds. The double friction brings you both closer to another orgasm, faster this time. Her movements become more energetic, her ragged breathing matching mine. " I'm close," she warns, her voice tense. You respond, arching upward, seeking more intense contact. Jenny gives it to you, changing angles until her pubic bone presses exactly where you need it most. " Squeeze me when you come," she demands, her expression tense. "I want to feel you with my fingers." Her fingers penetrate you again, pressing deeply as she grinds against you. The double stimulation overwhelms you, waves of intense pleasure rolling through your body. The effect is immediate; Jenny tenses above you with a sharp cry, her orgasm triggered by yours. Together, you lie in a tangle of sweaty limbs, your hearts pounding. As our breathing slows, Jenny collapses next to you, both of you completely satisfied but not yet ready to move. She shifts slightly to hook a finger under your chin, turning your face to hers. "You're incredible," she said, without a hint of irony. "I mean this sincerely." You smiled back, still riding the euphoria of intense pleasure. A new dynamic was brewing between you—something more than just fleeting lust, but neither of you was ready to [[properly name this feeling|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> You're training with Jenny when you realize you've gone too far. Your close contact, touching, supporting, and gently caressing their buttocks awaken desire in you, the father. You try to resistThis feeling, but from the glances you exchange, you understand that they are in love. Soon you will finish training, in a secluded room... She wastes no time and begins kissing, and you reciprocate. We do not know that you have already found each other's vaginas with your fingers, beginning mutual caresses. Sweat glistens between you as Jenny presses closer, her body slick with the tension of her workout. Her green eyes look at yours with undisguised hunger, her breath ragged, she whispers something that you cannot hear because of the pounding in your ears. You find yourself drawing closer, your bodies touching at first accidentally, then deliberately, as desire trumps propriety. Jenny takes the first step, her slender fingers curling around your wrist, guiding your hand between her thighs. "Show me what you do with those fingers," she whispers, digging her nails into your skin as she grinds her hips against yours. There are no words left. Your lips press against hers, your fingers sliding down her underwear, finding the slick heat there. Jenny gasps, pressing her lips to yours, her hand moving lower as mutual lust takes over. The sounds of heavy breathing and wet touches fill the room, your bodies giving in, too captivated to care who might enter. Jenny's grip on your wrist tightens, her mouth devouring yours, her teeth brushing against your lips in desperate need. You can smell her sharp arousal mixed with sweat as she guides your fingers under her tight gym shorts, through the thin barrier of underwear damp with her desire. "Fuck," she hisses as your fingertips slide beneath the fabric, meeting the molten heat. Her hips jerk involuntarily toward your hand, while her own fingers fumble clumsily along the waistband of your yoga pants, desperate to reciprocate. A strangled cry escapes her throat as she inserts two slender fingers inside you. The thin fabric offers no resistance as you push aside Jenny's panties, only to be met by slick folds aching for friction. She arches into the first hesitant touch with a loud moan in her throat, her knees nearly buckling as her juices coat your knuckles. " Faster," she demands, pressing her lips to yours, her nail digging into your shoulder through the fabric. Jenny opens her mouth to take a shaky breath, her pupils dilating with desire. She doesn't pretend to resist, allowing you to press her against the nearest wall with a loud thud that shakes the framed workout posters. Her legs wrap around your waist, she rubs her vagina against your palm, and pleasure overshadows her awareness. " Please," she whispers breathlessly, running her fingers through your hair to pull your lips back. The desperation in her touch speaks of years spent in a depressed state, never satisfied by hasty connections with residents who don't appreciate the insightful administrator behind the sweet smile. Her walls tremble around your fingers as you curl them, finding that bundle of nerves deep within. Jenny's face contorts in pain, waves washing over her slender body, loud sighs filling the empty hallway from the tension forgotten in the common room. Then she goes limp, pressing her forehead against your shoulder, her breathing ragged. "I don't...," she begins, then swallows hard, her fingers twitching where they still grip your hips. Blood rushes to her ears, drowning out everything but her ragged breathing and the slippery bodies pressed together. Jenny lowers her voice. " I've been imagining this since you arrived," she admits, pressing her face into the sweaty crook of your neck. " Watching you take it in secret. I specifically timed your shower so I could admire it." Her confession sends a rush of heat through you. The realization almost provokes another reaction, but Jenny pulls back slightly, trembling hands running over her thighs before quickly adjusting her clothes. " Jack will wonder where I am," she mutters, avoiding your gaze, the moment already lost. She tries unsuccessfully to keep her expression from fading, a smug smile playing on her lips despite her attempt to maintain composure. Without waiting for an answer, she walks past you to the door, pausing only to glance over her shoulder. " Continue later" [[she says as she leaves|Hostel][$JennyRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $JennyT == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyAlim.jpg" width="720"> You walk into the room and see Jenny sprawled on Alim's bed, her butt up, actively scrolling through her phone. She turns at the noise and, seeing you, smiles. " What people, even without security! " she laughs, returning to the phone. Her knees are bent, her heels cutting through the air, swaying slowly. " And I thought I'd die of boredom – no one's here, my jaw is aching with boredom. But you came and saved my day!" » « What's wrong with you? » he asks quietly. – « I can see something's bothering you. Will you share it? » <<if $AP >= 1>> [[And here I thought I'd be the one spending time in silence! Move over, the bed isn't yours alone! |JennyTalk][$JennyT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Is it suddenly time for girl talk?|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Oh no, I just popped in for a few minutes to grab a few things and then run on my way!" >> <<else>> <<return "Oh no, I just popped in for a few minutes to grab a few things and then run on with my business!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $JennyT == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> Jenny laughs, but moves slightly away from the center. You lie down next to her, also taking out your phone and starting to scroll through your news feed. You share memes and videos, occasionally striking up conversations about unrelated topics, be it fashion, makeup and how to apply it, or the latest happenings in the city, especially at the Hostel. Being something of an assistant manager, it's no surprise that Jenny is up-to-date on all the happenings and situations within Jack's establishment. Some time passes, blurring into one long conversation that touches on almost everything under the sun. Finally, Jenny says she needs to get to work and, with a sigh, [[gets out of bed, leaving you alone|AlimRoom][$social += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP += 1; $TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $JennyT == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> "So, what are you two going to chat about?" she asks, smiling and anticipating the fun. [[ How do you like Alim?|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 3]] [[ What's up with you and Jack?|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 4]] [[ What are your plans for the future?|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 5]] [[ I have to ask – are you a student?|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 6]] [[ What do you think of the library? The situation around it? You're a student, an interested party, and all that, after all|JennyTalk][$JennyT to 7]] <<elseif $JennyT == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> " What can I say? He's... colorful," she answers evasively, smiling coquettishly. " Impulsive and passionate, very temperamental – it's a nice change," she bites her lip. "Variety is always good. Plus, it's nice to be in the arms of a confident man who also knows what he wants and knows how to get it from a girl, if you know what I mean. He doesn't ask stupid questions, reading the situation well, and he doesn't ask repeatedly "how do I do it," just trying out different options. Alim is also no pushover. If he says something, he'll do it. At worst, he'll keep silent or evade the answer, but he'll never lie. That's... valuable." "Yes, he can be... extremely persistent and skillful," you reluctantly admit, sighing. Memories [[come to mind, distracting|JennyTalk][$promiscuity += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $JennyT == 4>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> " Oh... Jack and I are doing just fine!" she curses at the end, throwing up her hands. – “ Don’t get me wrong – I’m not against us having… something. Hell, I might even be very much for it, but he… Grrrr. He doesn’t approve of my behavior, habits, and everything else, but he doesn’t tell me so directly! It’s so annoying. And yet I could even change. For him. Or at least try, but he says nothing! Does nothing! Doesn’t even hint! It infuriates me even more, and… here I am, not with him, and it’s all happening again. ” “What about Alim?” you persist. “ And what about Alim? He’s not bad, but he immediately drew a line between us, and we both like it. With him… it’s easier and clearer. Sometimes even that is something. » "Yeah, we have some kind of agreement too," you roll over onto your back and stare at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts, trying to figure out [[are you making a mistake now|JennyTalk][$social += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $JennyT == 5>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> " Plans? I'll finish college and find a real job," she sighs, swinging her legs as she sits on the bed. " How many more years of this carefree life do I have left? Not that many. While I'm studying, the hostel and my part-time job are convenient, but let's face it, it's a dead end for me. Unless, of course, Jack suddenly hits his head on the frame and starts acting up. But let's be realistic, right?" She smiles sadly. "Oh, if only I had your confidence," you sigh sadly. "I don't even know if I'll be able to get in, let alone what to do next—I have absolutely no idea." [[You confess to her|JennyTalk][$social += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $JennyT == 6>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> " There is such a sin, " - Jenny nods, looking at you with a sly squint. " I did the same as you—having come from far away. Well, not quite like you – after all, I didn't have to fly across the ocean, just take a bus and drive a couple of states..." - she sighs. - " My parents were against me going to college. They wanted me to stay on our farm and marry the neighbor's son. - Mike," - she snorts. - " They planned for me to give birth to brats for him, and in the end, everything would merge into one big farm," - the mischievous smile fades from her lips. – “ Although, I once shared their dreams, but... that's all in the past” You hesitate to say anything, seeing that this isn't a topic you should broach casually and casually, without due respect for your friend's past and [[current feelings|JennyTalk][$social += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $JennyT == 7>> <img src="img/hostel/JennyARTalk.jpg" width="720"> “ Honestly? I don't care. I live and work at the Hostel, and have no contact with the Communities. Their problems are not mine!” " " - she clicks her tongue in irritation, then calms down a bit and continues, " The teachers at our College are generally adequate and responsive. Yeah, stuff happens, you know... shit happens, as they say. Elizabeth's methods may have been... old-fashioned and too... aggressive, but you know what? Things were better under her. There was no chaos, no... squabbling over money and attention. And, God! When I went to the library, I could study and read in peace, not look at naked asses or hear oohs and aahs from behind the shelves! " "God! So many secrets and attempts to hush up the situation that I'm just bursting with the desire to finally find out what's going on!" you gasp. Jenny winces, but you don't care – you want [[details and action|JennyTalk][$social += 1; $JennyT to 0; $JennyRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <</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>> <<if $LeonardQuest == 2>> <<set $LeonardQuest to 4>> <</if>> <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>> <<if $LeonardQuest == 2>> <<set $LeonardQuest to 3>> <</if>> <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 $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 <<linkreplace "your waist">> <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>> <>

<> <<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>> <>

<> <<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 $librarian == 0>> <<if $ElizabethQuest == 0>> <<set $ElizabethQuest to 1>> <</if>> <<if $PaulaQuest == 0>> <<set $PaulaQuest to 1>> <</if>> You approach the book checkout counter and announce that I'd like to work there. The girl smiles at me and asks me to wait a few minutes while she finishes her main work. Ten minutes later, while I'm looking around the library, people, and books, the girl from the counter approaches me. She leads me into the library's interior, past huge stacks and shelves closed to non-employees. Now you understand why you were asked to wait – you would have definitely gotten lost in this labyrinth alone! <img src="img/library/Elizabeth.webp" width="720"> You are eventually led to a small office where an elegant, middle-aged woman sits at a computer, intently working and writing something in a journal on the desk. "Mrs. Elizabeth!" she calls out cautiously when she looks up at you. "We have a new girl." Wants to join our team! Mrs. Elizabeth stands, nodding to the girl, and then she leaves. - It's quite simple, the woman sighs. -"You come during the day, unfortunately, I can't give you a full-time position—only a seasonal worker's position, so to speak. So, you come during the day, help the core staff, and at the end of the day, they write a note noting how helpful you were. With this note, you go to the accounting department, where they give you cash. Any other questions? "What will I be doing?" I ask my future boss. - Whatever they tell you to do. Basically, carry books. Set them out according to a template and keep them in order. You know, like giving them a good cleaning or shushing those who are too loud. If you think you can handle it, come at lunchtime and I'll let the receptionist know. Smiling softly, she returns to her work. [[Chat return|Evening][$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 $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 $OfficeSlut >= 16>> [[Time to sum up your "career"|OfficeEnd][$End to 0]] <<elseif $OfficeSlut <= 15>> <<if $TalkT == 100>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loffice.webp" width="720"> You see a small one-story building standing on the side of the road near a gas station. Numerous signs are visible on the door and windows advertising the place as the office of a loan shark, your loyal friend and good neighbor, always ready to lend you money. On credit. [[Go inside|LoansharkOffice][$Loanshark to 0; $Rand to random(5)]] <<link "Go outside">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</link>> <<elseif $TalkT == 200>> <img src="img/Loanshark/takeloan2.jpg" width="720"> You briefly explain the situation to her: you need money right now, and banking procedures are either too long or unavailable to visitors on such short notice. After listening to you, she nods gravely and asks you to follow her. She leads you past an office area where several employees are working on computers, one of them preparing documents for a client. Emily leads you deeper into a back office with a fine wooden door. The office is quite spacious, and inside, a distinguished-looking man in a nice suit sits behind a massive, carved wooden desk in a comfortable chair. He nods to Emily, smiles at you, and gestures for you to sit in the chair opposite. When you accept, alone with him, he slowly begins a conversation: “I won't beat around the bush, my dear. If Emily brought you, it's serious business, and she thought it best to turn to me. That's right. That's good. That's her job,” he says, smiling as he looks at you. - "The rules are simple - I don't ask why you need the money, and I don't ask how you'll pay it back. That's your business. We agree on an amount, after which you're free to close our deal whenever you want. Until the deal is closed, I'll charge you 15% daily interest on your debt." "That seems... a bit much," you hesitate. "If not, then no," he shrugs, and is about to turn away when you ask him to slow down. He pauses, taps his fingers thoughtfully on the table, and continues the conversation. - “It's quick money. I'm giving it to you because I trust you. And trust is precious. I won't rush you into paying, it's up to you when to repay, but keep in mind that if your debt... grows, it will make me worry. And I don't like worries, understand?” “Understood…” you reply, looking haggard. “Well, don't be so upset! I'm not a beast - they'll always warn you first, have a conversation, and try to understand your situation. We actually do employment, so don't worry!” He smiles warmly at you, but for some reason it's hard to believe he's sincere. - “So, how much would you like to borrow?” I would like to <<link "Borrow $500">> <<set $Loan += 500>> <<set $money += 500>> <<set $TalkT to 210>> <<set $LoanInterest += 75>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> I would like to <<link "Borrow $1000">> <<set $Loan += 1000>> <<set $money += 1000>> <<set $LoanInterest += 75>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> I would like to <<link "Borrow $1500">> <<set $Loan += 1500>> <<set $money += 1500>> <<set $LoanInterest += 225>> <<set $TalkT to 210>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <<elseif $TalkT == 210>> <img src="img/Loanshark/takeloan3.jpg" width="720"> You state your desired amount in $Loan dollars. “Excellent!” - he nods - “That amount is no problem. I was glad to meet you and reach an agreement.” - he extends his hand across The desk you shake. He squeezes it lightly and shakes it with a smile. - “That's the hard part - Gregor will draw up the contract and hand over the money” You nod, then get up and leave the office, a little embarrassed and unsure if you did the right thing. Emily meets you at the door and leads you to one of the desks where a man is working. The name tag on his desk identifies him as Gregor. The next hour or hour and a half is spent preparing the documents. He checks your information against his databases, takes a few photos of your documents and you with them, and then spends time printing out the contract. After letting you read it, he begins He explains the details and procedures, later asking you to sign. When you sign and take your copy of the contract, he counts out the money and hands it to you so you can count it and check it for authenticity. When you nod that everything is in order, he shakes your hand, then adds: "I hope you know exactly why you need this money and how you'll pay it back," he says calmly, looking you in the eye, sitting back in his chair. "Don't be fooled, we're not a team of good Samaritans—we know how to get money back, just ask Emily. And yes, I'll warn you right away—we have openings in the office to 'work off' part of the debt or cover it in full. You know, like carrying coffee or working as a secretary. It'll all depend on your skills; we work with a lot of people and can act as a sort of real estate agency." "Really? Amazing..." you raise your eyebrows, getting up from your seat with the money. "How convenient, you pay wages too?" "No," he shakes his head. "We just write off the debt. It's... Anyway, never mind the why and how. I just take my salary, for example, and then work it off. It's almost the same as work." He chuckles, either at his own joke or at the memory. "In any case, if you have money problems, don't delay or try to run away, but come and ask for a job. It'll be better that way." [[I understand, thanks for the advice and offer|Evening][$TimeD +1]] - you tell him before leaving, returning to the bustle of the city. <<elseif $TalkT == 220>> <img src="img/Loanshark/boxoffice.jpg" width="720"> You approach the receptionist, Barbara, as her badge says, explaining that you wish to pay off your debt. She nods, makes a note on the computer, checking your "card," and then leads you to a small, equipped cash register. Behind the armored glass, a clerk gets down to business, asking you to deposit the amount you want to pay off your debt into a special tray. <<if $CurrentLoan >= 10 && $money >= 10>> You don't have any money, even waiting for the minimum payment. <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 10 && $money >= 10>> I'd like to <<link "Deposit $10">> <<set $Loan -= 10>> <<set $money -= 10>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 1.5>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 25 && $money >= 25>> I would like to <<link "Deposit $25">> <<set $Loan -= 25>> <<set $money -= 25>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 3.75>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 50 && $money >= 50>> I would like to <<link "Deposit $50">> <<set $Loan -= 50>> <<set $money -= 50>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 7.5>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 250&& $money >= 250>> I would like to <<link "Deposit $250">> <<set $Loan -= 250>> <<set $money -= 250>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 37.5>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 500 && $money >= 500>> I would like to <<link "Deposit $500">> <<set $Loan -= 500>> <<set $money -= 500>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 75>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 1500 && $money >= 1500>> I would like to <<link "Deposit $1500">> <<set $Loan -= 25>> <<set $money -= 25>> <<set $LoanInterest -= 150>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 1 && $money >= $CurrentLoan>> I would like to <<link "Pay All">> <<set $Loan to 0>> <<set $CurrentLoan to 0>> <<set $money -= $CurrentLoan>> <<set $LoanInterest to 0>> <<set $TalkT to 220>> <<goto "Loanshark">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan == 0>> You have paid all your debts <</if>> [[Complete operation|LoansharkOffice][$TimeD +1]] - you tell him before exiting, returning to the bustle of the city. <<elseif $TalkT == 300>> <img src="img/Loanshark/Loansharkstart1.jpg" width="720"> The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you shuffled papers on your desk, acutely aware of the thin fabric of your blouse clinging to your skin, the hem of your skirt riding up with every movement of your chair. The loan shark's "offer" was clear: dress appropriately. And so you did. Then his hands touched you—warm, strong, sliding over your shoulders as if they belonged to him. Your colleague, John, his breath hot in your ear. "Long day, huh?" His thumbs dug into the knot of tension at the base of your neck, but the touch wasn't just to ease the pain. It was a question. You swallowed, leaning back slightly—checking rying. His quiet, approving chuckle. One hand slid lower, tracing the curve of your spine where your blouse rode up. "You know," he murmured, "Some of us have... disposable income." His fingers slid lower, under the fabric of your blouse, tracing the curve of your waist. The office was almost empty—the only sounds were the distant clicking of a keyboard and the quiet hum of a vending machine down the hall. You felt the warmth of his body pressed against your back, the hard edge of his belt buckle digging into the small of your back. "You're tense," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Maybe you need a break. My office is just down the hall. More... private.." His voice was a low, husky promise that sent a shiver through your stomach. You could feel the rough texture of his jacket on your bare arms, smell the faint mixture of his cologne and stale coffee. Your own heart was pounding in your chest, its frantic rhythm seeming to echo throughout the quiet, half-empty office. You knew what it was. You were dressed appropriately, weren't you? Your skirt was a little tight, your blouse unbuttoned just below the waist. This wasn't an accident; it was an advertisement. And he was a very interested customer. "Your office?" "You repeated, your voice quieter, more hesitant than you intended. You turned in your chair to look at him. John was older, maybe in his forties, with tired eyes that had seen countless budgets and interns. His grin widened, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist—possessively, <<linkreplace "checker">> <img src="img/Loanshark/Loansharkstart2.jpg" width="720"> "Yes," he said, lowering his voice even further. "There's a couch there. Very comfortable." His thumb deliberately brushed the underside of your breast, just enough to take your breath away. "And soundproof walls." You bit your lip, glancing at the empty cubicles. The fluorescent lights flickered like a bad omen. But the weight of your debt—the missed payments, the way the loan shark's men had gotten too close last time—weighed more heavily than any moral qualms. And you stood, adjusting your skirt with trembling hands. "Lead the way," you muttered, lifting your chin slightly to see his eyes darken with approval. His office was exactly as you'd imagined: cramped, stale coffee cups scattered across the desk, a sagging leather sofa pushed against the wall. He closed the door behind you with a soft click, the sound of the lock tripping louder than any alarm. The air here was thick, recycled, smelling of old paper and his aftershave. He wasted no time. "Turn around," he said, his voice no longer a suggestion, but a command. He was already removing his jacket, throwing it over the <<linkreplace "back of the chair">> <img src="img/Loanshark/Loansharkstart3.webp" width="720"> You did as you were told, facing the table, your palms resting on the cool wood. You heard the rustle of his belt, the sharp sound of his zipper. Your heart, like a trapped bird, pounded wildly in your chest. His hands, rough and impatient, settled on your hips, lifting your skirt to your waist. Cool air touched your bare skin. You heard him spit into his palm, a rough, wet sound, and then his fingers pushed your thong aside, exploring you. You gasped, pressing your forehead against the door. "Quiet." Tension filled the office—your breathing became shallow, his fingers roughly and efficiently spreading your legs. You bit your lip to suppress a moan as he pressed against your entrance, the wet sound of his palm sliding against it echoing obscenely through the cramped space. "Good girl," he growled, his free hand gripping your thigh tightly, leaving marks. Then he entered, his cock stretching you open with one brutal thrust. You gasped, your fingers desperately clinging to the door as he bottomed out. No foreplay, no tenderness—just the sharp slap of his hips against your ass, each snap of his pelvis pushing you forward. The table rattled with each thrust, the handles flying. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth slid across your skin, as if he wanted to bite but didn't dare <<linkreplace "leave marks">> <img src="img/Loanshark/Loansharkstart4.webp" width="720"> "You're taking it so damn well," he muttered, one hand gripping your hair and harshly He jerked his head back. The pain was sharp, but delicious—his grip on your hair arched your spine as he fucked you harder, deeper. You heard the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak. The cheap office door pressed down on you with all its weight. His other arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers finding your clit, roughly and precisely. "Do you like this?" he growled, his ragged breath fanning your ear. "Dressed like a fucking slut, you let me bend you over in my office?" His fingers circled your clit faster, the pressure bordering on painful. You couldn't respond—you couldn't do anything but whimper as the tension in your stomach intensified and your hips trembled. He chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming frantic, brutal. "Yeah, I like it. I bet you'd let anyone pay off your debts if it meant getting fucked like this." His words sent a wave of shame—or was it arousal?—swirl throughout your body. Your nails clawed at the door, your body arching against him despite yourself. The friction was unbearable, heat pooling in your pit as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "Are you going to cum all over me?" His voice was rough, mocking, his fingers relentless. "Come on. Let me feel you squeeze my cock." You couldn't stop it—the orgasm washed over you like a wave, your body clenching around him, and a strangled moan escaped your lips. He groaned, his hips bucking, and then he thrust deep inside you, gripping your thigh tighter as he came inside you with a low, satisfied groan. For a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the hum of the office air conditioner. Then he pulled out, leaving you cold and empty, your legs shaking. You stood by the door for a second, catching your breath, the rough texture of the wood cutting into your cheek. The metallic taste of a bitten lip filled your mouth. Then you heard the rustle of fabric, the heavy jingle of a belt being buckled. John stepped back. "I'll wire the money tonight," he said, his voice returning to its normal, businesslike tone. He was already tucking in his shirt, looking past you as if you were just another piece of office furniture. "Three hundred. Don't wait any longer, it's not worth more for now." You slowly straightened up, adjusting your skirt with trembling fingers. The fabric now felt cheap and tasteless. You didn't turn to face him. "Okay," you whispered, the word stuck in your dry throat. "Get yourself cleaned up before you go," he added dismissively, nodding at the box of tissues on [[his desk|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $officeskill += random(2); $social += random(1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan -= 300>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Rand == 0>> <<if $Loanshark == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loffice2.jpg" width="720"> You enter the loan shark's office, but to your surprise, you find only empty desks and turned-off computers. Apparently, the staff is busy with something, perhaps working on the road. Walking a little further and approaching the reception desk, you see a sign: "We apologize if you see this - a representative will be with you shortly." After standing by the desk for about a minute, you realize the office isn't empty - through the cardboard walls, you can clearly hear people busy and discussing something, and you can hear fragments of conversations that you can't understand. Ultimately, you decide [[Leave, regretting the wasted time|Evening]] [[Try to find someone|LoansharkOffice][$Loanshark to 1]] <<elseif $Loanshark == 1>> <<set $variable to random(8)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko1.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see a young woman slung over a desk, being fucked relentlessly from behind by a middle-aged man. He ignores her sobs and moans, plunging his cock into her again and again. You hear loud slaps and the man's cries and wails. - So, slut, did you think you went to college and became smart? And who's going to pay you back? Did you think you'd pay with your pussy? She probably got into college the same way – thanks to the dean's empty balls! [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$LoanOffice -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko2.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office, searching for people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see a young woman lying on the floor, her hair disheveled, her glasses slipped, and her legs spread wide and raised in the air. A man in a suit crouches over her. Each time he squats, the man inserts his penis into the girl's ass, eliciting moans. [[Before leaving, you notice that the penis enters the girl quite easily, causing her no discomfort|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko3.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you come across a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see a young woman and a man. The girl, her eyes closed and trying not to scream or moan, clings to the edges of the table with all her might as the man behind her repeatedly thrusts her onto his penis. His movements are methodical and purposeful. Tears stream from the girl's eyes. There are cameras in the corner. [[You quickly leave, hoping you didn't get caught on camera|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko5.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office, searching for people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see the loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair, his eyes closed in bliss. His legs are spread wide, and a woman kneeling between them, pleasuring him with her mouth. Her head bobs methodically, occasionally swallowing his cock deeper. Apparently the secretary went to get cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko5.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see the loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair, his eyes closed in bliss. His legs are spread wide, and a girl kneeling between them, pleasuring him with her mouth. Her head bobs methodically, occasionally swallowing his member deeper. Apparently the secretary went in for more cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko6.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you come across a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see the loan shark in a business suit, leaning back in a comfortable chair, his eyes closed in bliss. His legs are spread wide, and a girl kneeling between them is pleasuring him with her mouth. Her head bobs methodically, occasionally taking the cock deeper. Apparently the secretary went to get cream for her coffee. [[Deciding not to push your luck, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko8.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you see the loan shark. The loan shark is naked, judging by his legs—the rest is hidden by the monitors separating you. A woman's butt in a short skirt protrudes from under his desk, and the office is filled with wet, slurping sounds, rhythmic and distinctive enough that you can confidently assume the girl is being fucked in the throat right now. Deep down her throat. [[Not wanting to be in her shoes, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko9.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you find the loan shark and his employee having sex. Both dressed in business suits, they use the table as a support and a bed. The man, positioned behind her, fucks the girl, occasionally making comments, tugging her hair, and slapping her bare bottom. The girl merely teases him, responding to his rough actions with moans. The girl's breasts have long since fallen out of her suit and are bouncing happily. [[Not wanting to be in her place, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]] <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <<if $variable == 8>> <img src="img/Loanshark/loansharko10.webp" width="720"> Walking deeper into the office in search of people, you stumble upon a slightly open door from behind which sounds are coming. Deciding to peek in, you find the loan shark and his employee having sex. Both dressed in business suits, they use the table as a support and a bed. The man behind her is fucking the girl, occasionally making comments, tugging her hair, and slapping her bare bottom. The girl only teases him, responding to his rough actions with moans. The girl's breasts have long since fallen out of her suit and bounce joyfully. [[Not wanting to be in her place, you leave|Evening][$Loanshark -= 1]], you leave. <<set $promiscuity += 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <img src="img/Loanshark/officestart.jpg" width="720"> You enter the office space, driven by curiosity and need. Sure, you know about the exorbitant interest rates and other pitfalls of credit loans, but what can you do? You're forced to look for money elsewhere—it's much easier and faster than slowly accumulating your own fortune bit by bit. Inside, you're greeted by the reception desk, where a nice girl with a name tag that says "Emily" smiles welcomingly, wanting to know what brought you here. [[Get a loan |Loanshark][$TalkT to 200]] <<if $CurrentLoan >= 1>> [[Repay loan |Loanshark][$TalkT to 220]] <</if>> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 1 && $AP >=1>> [[Work off loan |LoansharkOfficeWork][$LoanOffice to 1; $Rand to random(5); $AP -= 1; $TimeD += 1]] <</if>> <<link "Go outside">> <<goto $prevPassage>> <</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 $variable == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/hostellounge3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> The hostel's common area is accessible to all residents. It offers plenty of space to break up into groups without disturbing each other—whether you want to study, chat, or engage in more active activities. It's a place for sharing information and bonding among residents, and it's almost never empty. [[Chat with Jenny|Jenny][$JennyR to random(0, 10)]] [[Find a place to study|SelfStudLounge][$SexRand to random(3); $SexRandScene to random(5); $SelfMade to 0]] <<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 your cleaning supplies and spend 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 $promiscuity >= 15>> While you're cleaning, one of the tenants offers to help you in exchange for... a small favor. Nothing serious—just helping him "relax" and "relieve stress." He assures you that you'll save time, and he'll save money. [[Refuse and finish the cleaning yourself|Hostel]] [[Agree to his offer|HostelSex][$SexRand to random(3); $SexRandScene to random(5)]] <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> I don't even have the strength to lift a mop, let alone do a proper cleaning! <</if>> [[Return to hostel|Hostel]] <>

<> <<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][$Mall to 7]] [[Visit the hypermarket|Mall][$Mall to 15]] <<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>> <<if $RadaQuest == 4>> <<set $RadaQuest to 5>> <</if>> <img src="img/mall/CoffeManager.webp" width="720"> - How can I help you? - the manager asks immediately when you approach the cash register, after waiting for the influx of customers wanting to order coffee. You've been standing there for so long, hesitating to approach us. Do you have some business with us? - To tell you the truth, yes... - You admit with a sigh and explain the current situation, ending with the words: - Basically, I really want to make coffee for people, but at the moment I absolutely can't fulfill this desire... - I see... - thoughtfully He taps his chin a couple of times. Yes, life happens. Finding a coffee machine at a reasonable price is quite a challenge, especially on a tight deadline... But you're lucky. Or I was. Anyway, maybe we can help each other out. - That's great, but... how? - You're asking the manager. - You see, I've been trying to convince the owner of the extension for a while now.We recently made a... bet. We reached an agreement. I'm increasing sales—he's seriously considering expansion," the manager sighs, but then smiles. "Of course, he's unlikely to open a second location, but he'll agree to update all the equipment and product range. In that case, I'll exercise my right of first refusal and take the coffee machine we currently use to make coffee. I'll use it to pay you for your help. Deal? - And how long will you need to maintain high sales? - Let me think... a few days, perhaps. If you agree, I'll contact the owner and we'll begin our "bet." If not, I'll wait for another chance. So what? [[Okay, let's try to help each other out!|Mall][$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/СoffeWork.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>> <<if $RadaQuest == 4>> <<set $RadaQuest to 6>> <</if>> <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>> <<if $RadaQuest == 6>> <<set $RadaQuest to 7>> <</if>> <<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>> <<elseif $Mall == 15>> <<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 spacious hypermarket, full of employees, goods, and customers from all over the city and its outskirts. The store truly amazes with the abundance of goods and people. You can find construction tools, smartphones, household chemicals, and even groceries here. Inside, the hypermarket is divided into departments; for easier navigation, there are arrows painted on the floor, and each department has its own distinctive color. Moreover, employees wear a single uniform, although it may differ in color or elements of clothing depending on the employee's work location. <div style="text-align:center;"> <h2>Item Store</h2> </div> <div style="display: grid; grid-template-columns: repeat(4, 4fr); gap: 8px; justify-items: center;">  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/int1.png" width="100"> Study Guide Standard Course in General Subjects. <<if $items[1].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[1].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[1].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[1].price>> <<set $items[1].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[1].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/int2.jpg" width="100"> Advanced Tutorial Advanced tutorial for expanding knowledge. <<if $items[2].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[2].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[2].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[2].price>> <<set $items[2].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[2].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/int3.webp" width="100"> Study Guide for Applicants Materials for Exam Preparation. <<if $items[3].owned>> Item Already Purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[3].price>> <<link "Buy">> <<set $money -= $items[3].price>> <<set $items[3].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[3].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/int4.webp" width="100"> Electronic textbook Convenient digital textbook. <<if $items[4].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[4].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[4].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[4].price>> <<set $items[4].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[4].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/rhetoric.jpg" width="100"> Textbook of Modern Rhetoric Developing Persuasion Skills. <<if $items[5].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[5].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[5].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[5].price>> <<set $items[5].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[5].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/beautyself.jpg" width="100"> Makeup Self-Study Lets you master the basics and reinforce your foundation <<if $items[14].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[14].price>> <<link "Buy" (<<=$items[14].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[14].price>> <<set $items[14].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[14].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/fitnessguide.jpg" width="100"> Self-teachingFitness Guide Training Basics. <<if $items[6].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[6].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[6].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[6].price>> <<set $items[6].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[6].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/mat.jpeg" width="100"> Fitness mat For sports. <<if $items[7].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[7].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[7].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[7].price>> <<set $items[7].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[7].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/dumbbell.jpeg" width="100"> Dumbbells Strength training. <<if $items[8].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[8].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[8].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[8].price>> <<set $items[8].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[8].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/weights.jpg" width="100"> Weights Increase the load on exercises. <<if $items[9].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[9].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[9].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[9].price>> <<set $items[9].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[9].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/hoop.jpg" width="100"> Hoop Cardio and waist work. <<if $items[10].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[10].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[10].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[10].price>> <<set $items[10].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[10].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/elastic.webp" width="100"> Resistance Bands Compact exercise equipment. <<if $items[11].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[11].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[11].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[11].price>> <<set $items[11].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[11].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/orthopedicbed.jpeg" width="100"> Orthopedic Bed Improves sleep quality. <<if $items[12].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[12].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[12].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[12].price>> <<set $items[12].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[12].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/sleep_set.jpg" width="100"> "Sleep Well" Set For a restful night's sleep. <<if $items[13].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[13].price>> <<link "Buy" (<<=$items[13].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[13].price>> <<set $items[13].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[13].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/weighted_blanket.jpg" width="100"> Weighted blanket Relieves stress and improves sleep. <<if $items[14].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $items[14].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$items[14].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $items[14].price>> <<set $items[14].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$items[14].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> [[Exit hypermarket|Mall][$Mall to 0]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $MarkT == 0>> You walk into the living room, stretching from sitting in one position for so long, and see Mark sitting in front of the TV. The console is on, a gamepad in his hands, and fragments of a battle flicker on the screen. He's engrossed in the game and doesn't notice you until you get closer. " Oh, what's your name! I saw you with Paula... or at the library. You're here now, too, huh? Then we'll see each other more often! " He laughs, then turns away, immersing himself back in the game. " If you don't mind, I'll take over the TV and the console for a bit, okay? Great! Want to make some sandwiches? » You sigh and go to the kitchen to make sandwiches. Not because he asked, but because you're hungry too, and he had a great idea. At least that's what you tell yourself as you slice ham and bread. When you return, you give him his portion and sit down in the next chair. <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Eat sandwiches and watch him play|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Are you just going to chew silently without saying thank you?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Fuck you – make your own sandwiches, burgers, and other snacks!" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Go to hell – make your own sandwiches, burgers, and other snacks!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $MarkT == 1>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> For a while, he continues to play silently, absorbed in the game, then notices your restrained interest and "switches on streamer mode," starting to comment on what's happening on the screen. Sometimes it's funny or even good; a couple of times you feel downright embarrassed by his comments or his playing skills. But these are minor things. You relax in your chair, enjoying your sandwiches and the opportunity to rest without having to run anywhere. Eventually, he gets too carried away, gets distracted, and loses. He throws down the gamepad in irritation, still playing the game. He devours the remaining sandwich in three bites and stands up, huffing loudly. Apparently, this [[end streamf|NickHouse][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP += 1; $TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $MarkT == 2>> "Thanks," he mutters, continuing to chew his sandwich and play the game simultaneously. After chewing and swallowing, he pauses the game and looks at you. "I've seen this before. Let me guess – you want to talk, huh?" [[I saw you and Paula at the community center, anything you want to tell us?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 3]] [[ Tell me about yourself, Mark|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 4]] [[ What started all this mess around Elizabeth and the library?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 5]] [[ And how are you doing with this "mess" of yours?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 6]] [[ So, are you and Paula dating or something? Are you serious?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 7]] [[ What about the preparatory courses? You know, I'd like to enroll this year, not in 10 years when your war is over|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 9]] [[ Can you tell me about the Brotherhoods and Sisterhoods?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 7]] [[ How did you become the leader anyway?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 10]] [[ What's your connection to Nick? Like, what the hell are you hanging out here for?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 11]] [[ You know you don't have to be rude to people?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 12]] [[ Sorry, is Teacher your friend?|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 13]] <<elseif $MarkT == 3>> " Yeah? Then why didn't you join? I'm sure Paula would be upset, but she'd actually be genuinely happy, " He chuckles at a joke only he understands. " She doesn't have as many friends as she might think, and you two have been hanging out quite often and productively lately. That gives me hope!" » "On my friendship with Paula?" you ask, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. " Including that, but I'm more looking forward to seeing you two on your knees working on me, pressed against each other, cheek to cheek. Like a poem! " He laughs annoyingly loudly. "What a jerk you are!" - [[you can't stand it|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $MarkT == 4>> " Well, what's there to tell? I'm not a freak, either physically or mentally, although some may disagree with the last statement. " - he adds at the end, then chuckles. - " Their right. I'm confident in myself, and I don't have complexes over all sorts of trifles, " - he leans back on the sofa and stretches like a contented cat. - " You see... I'm a goal-oriented person. I see what drives people. What they want. And I can use that to my advantage. I keep the idiots from fraternities and the dumb cunts from sororities in line. I'll talk some sense into them as needed for one goal. Our shared goal: getting the Bitch the fuck out of college. That's who I am, baby. A man with a goal." "More like a man with a big ego," he grins at your words, not responding. He's clearly amused by [[your little conversation|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $MarkT == 5>> " I don't really want to talk about it," he admits, wincing as if he'd chewed a sour lemon for a minute before swallowing it. " It's an unpleasant moment, a little personal, if you know what I mean. Let's just say she crossed the line. Overdid it. People got hurt because of it, and the College administration didn't react to the situation, preferring to turn a blind eye and later hush up the conflict," He sighs, as if reliving the conflict all over again. " I categorically disagreed with it. I spoke out against it, insisted on holding her accountable for what she did. Someone supported me, but I had to explain to the others that it was time to change something in their cowardly lives. That's how the "mess," as you softly call it, began. " "Who wasn't a revolutionary at twenty..." you recall a quote from the time of the Proclamation of the Republic. Surprisingly, now you see the living embodiment of these words in [[two people|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $MarkT == 6>> " Not so modest, I must say, " he grins contentedly, glancing at you before returning to his game. – “ At the very least, I succeeded in removing her from the position she had occupied for the past few years, which allowed her to commit atrocities similar to those that started it all. Now we are busy cutting the ground from under her feet – we have already taken the preparatory courses from the Library, intercepting the flow of funds and some share of the power that they provided. However, many people already know this.” – he stops his speech, glancing at you with feigned distrust. – “ That’s what’s in plain sight – and I won’t tell you anything else. No offense, but you’re not one of us. Not even close. I don’t know you, I don’t trust you – what are the chances that you won’t run to that Bitch, carrying news in your teeth and wiggling your ass in anticipation of a reward. » Frodo's words about secrets from the meme come to mind. Making a similar face, you casually end the conversation, [[first moving it to other topics|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $MarkT == 7>> " More than, " he nods briefly at your words, " We've been together for quite a while, and we've been through a lot. Besides, we've learned to separate personal and work matters perfectly, and to avoid talking about unnecessary things when we're together, and especially when we're alone. » "And wouldn't you like to discuss work with your significant other?" you ask him. " Maybe. Sometimes. But it's better not to do that if it leads to conflict, don't you think? Ultimately, each of us is trying to win our... dispute. Our struggle for interests. We agreed that the loser will accept defeat with dignity and join the winner. That's better than fighting all the time, huh? " [[As for me, this is war...|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $MarkT == 8>> " Of course, how could we not? True, they very much depend on whether we can win the developing confrontation. If I get my way, I'll have influence at the college, and then I'll stay. I'll work with Paula, maybe join the faculty or administration, continue working with the fraternities and sororities, and all the other stuff—I'll do that too. " "Like... kill a dragon and become a dragon?" you recall the old fairy tale. " I don't understand what you're talking about, this isn't some kind of RPG. Although, judging by your sly smile, it was a dig. Go ahead. I don't care. " "What about the second option? If you lose?" you also decide not to emphasize it. "I'll marry Paula, take her with me, and move far away after I graduate. We'll start with a clean slate. Worst case scenario, if things get really bad, I'll transfer and graduate from another college. Is there only one in the country?" "It's funny how only losing means marrying Paula," you remark, pressing your lips together in displeasure, [[worried about Paula|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $MarkT == 9>> " Ha-ha" he laughs mock-laughing, glaring at you with irritation. " We're in charge of the courses now. And yes, we had some hiccups, but by now we've sorted everything out. The courses are up-to-date and comprehensive, containing all the necessary information. The instructors are students or recent applicants who understand the College's actual requirements, and some of them have recently gone through similar things themselves, so they understand perfectly what and how to teach. And we've lowered the price compared to last year—which is great news for hard workers like you. In my opinion, it's the best way to prepare for and get into college. Especially for those who decide to get an education years later and for international students. The latter is exactly your case, right? " "But they're not available now!" you note worriedly. Time passes, and the courses still haven't appeared. " Not now. I'll be ready soon, baby. " "I've heard that before," you say irritably. [[You have the last word|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $MarkT == 10>> " What's there to tell us about them? Student societies are a long-standing tradition at our College, and not only at ours. Students' right to self-organization, self-determination, and self-expression. " He says matter-of-factly, yawning and stretching. " The College encourages this by providing students with workspaces or opportunities to earn extra money. The only requirement in return is some real achievement or activity. In any field and in any sphere. The "favor" of the College administration, pursuing its own goals, depends on the societies' "return" on their contributions. Any student can join a society, without restrictions. But you can only be a volunteer or an applicant. For now, that's your maximum. » "I see," you reply monosyllabically, then steer the conversation in a [[different direction|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $MarkT == 11>> " I'm not in charge" he shakes his head, sighing, apparently explaining the same thing for the hundredth time. " I am the representative of the communities. Their voice in the College administration in matters affecting all of us, students. I advocate for our common interests, taking into account the characteristics and needs of each community, as well as "free" students who haven't yet decided. " "And everyone approves of this?" you ask, genuinely surprised. " The majority. " he answers monosyllabically, acknowledging a lot with that answer. " Of course, I have to mediate disputes and disagreements—it's necessary, especially now, to present a united front, to convey our main will to the College, without wasting time on trifles. Yes, because of this, I have to "pacify" dissenting voices or "shout them down" in votes and the like. But how can it be otherwise? Unleash it—and everyone will start pulling the blanket over themselves, forgetting that only together, the Community is Strong. " "Would you by any chance like to give me a stick, and then a high five?" [[you tease him sarcastically |MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $MarkT == 12>> " Nothing special," he shrugs, smiling. " He's just my brother – that's all, end of story. I mostly live in the Brotherhood, and don't show up here often – but I drop by every now and then to chat, to see each other, or just to relax and take a break from the... usual rye. Nick – a fine fellow and a handsome one – took over the "family" business after his father's death, and now runs the bar. I can't say he always dreamed of this, or that he even wanted it… we… we don't like to talk about it, okay? I'll just say that it was only thanks to him, his dedication and support, that I was able to enroll and study. Something like that. » "At least you're not making a big deal out of it," you shrug [[shoulders|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $MarkT == 13>> " The cost of social interaction," he winces, but it's clear he doesn't attach much importance to it. " A habit I've picked up lately. Probably also influenced by my ex. I didn't think it would take root.» "Happy?" you guess, analyzing the people you know and assuming that the College town isn't all that big. "Well, who else?" he smiles, grunting toak from the joke, apparently remembering something from their shared past. A small smile appears on his face, but doesn't linger. - " Do you know any other rude and straightforward shoemaker in the area, who doesn't mince words, and in general - this is my kind of 'tribute' to meeting her. Don't think that I'm trying to be like her and I'm not crying over what I lost, it's just that she... turned out to be right - sometimes rudeness is the easiest and fastest way to get your point across. Although I'm far from her... In many ways. I'm bad at filtering when it's appropriate and when it's not. " "Yeah, it would be better if you learned how to make coffee from her," you sigh. [[shaking your head and frowning|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $MarkT == 14>> « More of an acquaintance and... Anyway, it's a bit early for you to know about this. About him, about... well, this isn't for you yet. Fall into his clutches and you're done for, it will be the end for you, although by the time you realize this, you won't mind. Amazing, huh? » "So... can I count on a discount if I mention you?" you persist, to which he only shakes his head with a [[slight smile|MarkTalk][$social += 1; $MarkT to 0; $MarkRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <</if>> <>

<> <<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>> <>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<set $TimeD to 1>> <<if $promiscuitylimit - $promiscuity >= 1>> <<if $CurrentLoan <= 0>> <<set $CurrentLoan to 0>> <</if>> <<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; $Mall to 0]] [[Visit Sex Shop|SexShop][$AP -= 1; $Mall to 0]] [[Wait|Afternoon][$AP += 1]] <<else>> However, you're too tired to do anything right now... <<if $NickHouse >= 1>> [[Nick's Apartment|NickHouse][$AP -= 1; $SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> [[Wait|Afternoon][$AP += 1]] <</if>> <<elseif $promiscuitylimit - $promiscuity <= 0>> [[Such is your fate|PromiscuityEnd][$PromiscuityEnd to 0]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $bargirl == 0 && $Nick == 0>> <<if $NickQuest == 0>> <<set $NickQuest to 1>> <</if>> <img src="img/bar/Nick.png" width="720"> The bartender pauses mid-shake at the sound of your question. He nods, finishes mixing the drink, pours it into a glass, and keeps working as he answers. - Look, I’m always short on hands here, especially skilled ones, - as he speaks, a customer pays him. He tucks the cash away and turns his full attention to you. - Here’s the deal: night shifts are definitely too much for you right now, so… come by in the evening instead. You’ll either cover for me or work alongside me, doesn’t matter which. The job’s pretty straightforward: make drinks, smile at guests, chat with them now and then, keep track of the alcohol inventory, and of course, clean up. Pay’s average for this town, but tips are all yours. And let’s get one thing straight—I get it. You’re still learning, you won’t know everything, and that’s fine. I’ll overlook your mistakes… for now. But you won’t see a paycheck until you actually start getting the hang of things. If that works for you, come tomorrow, an hour before opening. I’ll show you where everything is and get you up to speed. [[- Alright, I’ll keep that in mind and I’ll try to come as often as I can|Night][$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 $prevPassageHostel to passage()>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickHouse.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickHouse1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickHouse2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $NickRelationship >= 30>> [[Nick proposed|NickEnd][$End to 0]] <<else>> <<if $TimeD <= 2>> [[Pester Nick|NickSex][$SexRand to random(2); $AP -= 1]] [[Talk to Nick|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 0]] [[Self-study|SelfMadingNick][$SelfMade to 0; $SexRand to random(9)]] [[Watch TV|TVNick][$Rand to random(4)]] [[Change Clothes|Wardrobe]] [[Relieve Stress|NickMast][$SelfMade to 0]] <<if $Rand == 0>> [[Talk to Mark|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 0]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 3>> Nick is working at this time, as usual, and isn't home. [[Self-study|SelfMadingNick][$SelfMade to 0; $SexRand to random(9)]] [[Watch TV|TVNick][$Rand to random(4)]] [[Change Clothes|Wardrobe]] [[Relieve Stress|NickMast][$SelfMade to 0]] <<if $Rand == 0>> [[Talk to Mark|MarkTalk][$MarkT to 0]] <</if>> [[Go to Sleep|NickSleep][$hostelwork += 1; $hostelrep += 3; $promiscuity += 2]] <</if>> <<if $TimeD == 1>> [[Go outside|Morning]] <<elseif $TimeD == 2>> [[Go outside|Afternoon]] <<elseif $TimeD == 3>> [[Go outside|Evening]] <<elseif $TimeD == 4>> [[Go outside|Night]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SelfMade == 0 && $AP >= 1>> <img src="img/misc/Box.jpg" width="720"> You sit in silence, deciding what to do now. [[Play with yourself|NickMast][$SelfMade to 1; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice self-discipline|NickMast][$SelfMade to 2; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 0 && $AP == 0>> You're too tired to do anything but rest. [[Return to Hostel|Hostel]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 1>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/Mast.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/Mast1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/Mast2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/misc/Mast3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> You take out the box of hidden toys, wanting to quickly relieve the pent-up stress and at the same time further expand the boundaries of lust and debauchery that are holding you back. <<set $promiscuity += random (2)>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[1].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 3>> [[Time to get on with the day|NickHouse][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 4>> [[Looks like you're not alone...|NickMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 3]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> You take out the box of hidden toys, wanting to quickly relieve the pent-up stress and at the same time further expand the boundaries of lust and debauchery that are holding back your nature. <<set $promiscuity += random (2)>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[1].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> <<set $promiscuity += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to get on with the day|NickHouse][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[Looks like you're not alone...|NickMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 3]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/SelfDis2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You take out a special box with restraints and devices for... stimulation self-discipline. You sort through your existing ones, hoping to add to your collection in the future. However, if you don't have any special equipment, you can always find a ball of clothesline, a comb, and some fabric for a gag, such as panties. <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <<if $items[5].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $items[6].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $items[7].owned>> <<set $promiscuity -= random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> <<if $SexRand <= 3>> [[Time to continue the day|NickHouse][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 4>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|NickMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 4]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to move on with the day|NickHouse][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|NickMast][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 4]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickMast.webp" width="720"> You were feeling overwhelmed with desire today. After some deliberation, you finally decided to get out your toy box. Just as you were warmed up and about to get started, Nick walked in and found you among the toys on his bed. "Should I be worried that I caught my coworker pleasuring herself with her dildo collection?" Nick's voice echoed through the dimly lit bedroom as he leaned against the doorframe. He's still wearing his bartender uniform—a black shirt pulled tight over his muscular shoulders, his arms crossed over his chest so his biceps bulge in the sleeves. His gaze slowly sweeps across the stage, taking in the half-empty glass of wine, the toys scattered across the blanket, and the way you're clutching a shiny purple vibrator to your thigh like you've been caught stealing cookies. "Or... is this my lucky night?" Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you notice his gray eyes sparkle inA knowing smirk plays at the corners of his lips. He doesn't look angry, but there's something dangerous in his posture—like a hunter who's just spotted his prey. "Luck is a matter of perspective, I suppose," you reply, slowly putting the vibrator aside and sitting up on the bed. The glass trembles slightly in your hand as you take a small sip, buying yourself time, feigning calm. "But now that you mention it... perhaps this evening will be unforgettable for both of us." Nick pushes off the doorframe and strides across the room, his polished shoes clicking softly on the wooden floor. He stops at the foot of the bed, close enough that his masculine scent—alcohol and sandalwood—fills the space between you. His rough fingers slide along the edges of the silk tie on the nightstand, then his gaze lifts to meet yours. "Memorable in what way?"—his voice drops an octave, the words ringing out like distant thunder. Your fingers curl around the stem of your glass, and you feel Nick's presence looming over you. The bed springs protest softly as he leans against the edge of the mattress, his knee digging into the sheet next to your feet. His broad shoulders block the light of the bedroom behind him, casting shadows on his face that make the intensity of his gaze even more unreadable. "I was thinking we could add another toy to my collection," you say, watching his jaw tense as your hands brush the silk ties scattered across the blanket. "Or... I could become part of someone's..." You bite your lip, looking up at Nick, concealing the hint behind the flutter of your eyelashes. This is enough for him to put his thoughts aside and begin to attend to "his own." Without further ado, he lifts your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and pressing himself closer to you. "Someone's," you breathe out as Nick's hands slide up your bare thighs, his rough fingers leaving tingling marks in their wake. He doesn't mince words after your invitation—he simply pulls back the sheets with a practiced motion, revealing the soft curves of your legs beneath the thin fabric of your shorts. The mattress dips as he slides between your thighs, his weight landing on the bedding, which now smells of lavender and your arousal. "Now that's better," he growls, his lips pressing to yours in a possessive kiss that takes your breath away. His hands slide under your buttocks, lifting you closer, and his tongue penetrates deeper, tasting the wine still lingering on your lips. You feel his erection pressing insistently against the folds of his pants, their outline clearly visible through the thin fabric. When he breaks the kiss, his gray eyes look at yours with undisguised hunger. "Tell me exactly what you want, princess," he whispers hoarsely, his fingers gripping your hips. "I want to hear those pretty lips speak every dirty thought that's going through your head right now." "Take me," you mumble, "Keep me company, instead of these... toys." The words flow from your lips like honey, and Nick's eyes immediately darken. He jerks forward, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them to the pillows above your head in one smooth motion. His hot breath fanned your ear as he growled, "My pleasure"—a simple word, <<linkreplace "full of promise">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> He releases one wrist to tug the waistband of your shorts down your hips, the cool air of the room brushing against your exposed skin. His teeth catch on your earlobe, applying enough pressure to cause a sharp, aching pain to roll down your neck, while his free hand slides between your thighs. The calluses on his fingertips trace a sensitive bundle of nerves, already wet with desire, and his thumb makes slow circles that make your toes press into the sheets. "You feel so good," he whispers against your neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps down your spine as his other hand completely removes your shorts. A few seconds later, he removes the last of your pants. He finds you at your entrance, already dripping with anticipation. His thick finger teases the opening before sliding smoothly inside, causing you to let out a hoarse moan. "Fuck," he groans,His voice is husky with hunger as he pumps his finger deep and fast, adding another when your walls clench around him. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his even as your hips arch off the mattress, demanding more. "Don't stop," you beg, and he chuckles darkly, pressing his lips against your collarbone. "I wouldn't even dream of it," he says before his mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue stroking the taut apex in time with the movements of his fingers inside you. "I want to feel you properly," he rasps, withdrawing his fingers and quickly pushing his pants down to his ankles. His erection springs forth, thick and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs. One hand grips your hip, the other guiding itself to your entrance, sliding over the wet heat. He teases the tip up and down, coating himself in your arousal. Nick suddenly enters in one powerful thrust, filling you completely, and a strangled moan escapes your lips. He lets out a sharp groan, throwing his head back, relishing the feeling of being thrust deep inside you. His hands grip your hips hard, leaving bruises, and he begins to move, setting a frantic pace that makes the bed shake against the wall. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room as he pounds into you. "God, you're so tight." His teeth sink into the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulder, muffling his own guttural groans as his hips thrust forward. Every inch of his body works to stretch you, the friction sending waves of ecstasy through you until you writhe beneath him. "Nick," you breathe, digging your fingers into his shoulders as the tension builds. He changes the angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. "Yes, that's it," he encourages, his voice shaking with desire as he penetrates deeper. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, spreading you wider and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Each movement brings you closer to the edge, your inner muscles clenching around his cock, your breathing becoming ragged. His sweat-dampened skin glistens in the dim light as he enters you. "Cum for me." The command echoes in your ear as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in circles that send you crashing. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm crashes through you, your walls squeezing him out in pulsating waves that seem to last forever. Nick's breath hitches above you, his grip on your hips tightening, and he thrusts once, twice more before stopping with a soft groan, his cock twitching deep inside you as he releases his cum. He collapses next to you on the mattress, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. After a moment, he turns his head to meet your gaze, his gray eyes softening with satisfaction. One rough finger traces lazy circles over your thigh as he studies your flushed face. "That was even better than I imagined," he murmurs, his voice husky with exertion and fading passion. You smile back, your body still trembling from the aftertaste. "Then we'll have to do this again soon," you whisper, leaning down to [[kiss him on the lips|NickHouse][$fitnes += 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 4>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBond.jpg" width="720"> You built Nick's apartment, now your close friend and employer—you still work with him in your spare time. Today, you're overcome with desire. After some thought, you decide to handle it yourself, having gained experience elsewhere. You take out your bondage gear, thoughtfully tie yourself up, and spank yourself to relieve stress and maintain stability. You're even getting ready to begin, but Nick walks into the room, seeing you like this on his bed... The wooden door swings open, and Nick's tall silhouette appears in the doorway. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over your kneeling figure on his unmade bed. His usually calm expression shifts to something more animated—surprise and hunger mingle in his dark eyes. You quickly try to cover yourself with the leather straps, but he's already seen it all—your bare chest heaving with your breath, the handcuffs dangling from one wrist, the whip balanced precariously between your thighs. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as heleans against the doorframe, blocking your escape. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Nick's deep voice takes on a dangerous edge. "I come home to find my little student playing with dangerous toys on my bed. Just when I thought you were such a good girl." His jacket falls to the floor as he approaches, each measured step making the wooden floorboards creak under his weight. "Oh, I'm not sure playing with myself on my bed while I'm gone is what a good girl does," Nick says, his voice dripping with amusement as he circles the foot of the bed. He slowly removes his shirt, his muscles tensing in the dim light. The leather straps you hold feel slick and warm, a contrast to Nick's rough skin, still streaked with soap from his morning shower. You're frozen in place, caught between the headboard and the hunger in his eyes, as he kneels on the mattress next to you. His fingers brush the handle of the whip protruding between your thighs, tracing the grain of the wood. A hot flush spreads across your neck as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You've clearly been thinking about this for a while," he whispers, his free hand sliding up your inner thigh. "All these toys... and you didn't even tell me you wanted to try them." His thumb presses just above your knee, applying enough pressure to make the muscle beneath your skin tense. "Tell me what you were planning to do to yourself," he commands, lowering his voice. "Describe exactly what you were planning before I came in." His rough fingers trace patterns on your outer thigh as he waits, the anticipation of what will happen next making your breath <<linkreplace "hiccup">> <img src="img/Nick/NickBond.jpeg" width="720"> When you hesitate, his hand slides higher, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of your lower back. "No secrets between us, darling. I want every detail." The way he says "darling" shouldn't sound so lewd, but something in the low timbre of his voice makes it something else entirely. You hear the rustle of his jeans as he approaches, smell the leather and wood of his tools, feel the heat of his body as he locks you inside. His free hand discreetly tightens around the handle of the whip. "This... this is to... maintain concentration. To stay focused. On school, on earning money. To... not slide into lust," I explain, not wanting to. "Maintaining concentration and not giving in to lust," Nick repeats, his thumb pausing mid-gesture on your pelvic bone. His dark eyes narrow as he studies your face, searching for any sign of deception. The silence stretches awkwardly before he bursts into laughter, echoing throughout the bedroom. "Are you telling yourself that?" he asks, shaking his head. His rough fingers glide over the edge of the handcuffs still dangling from your wrist. "A little pain, to keep you focused?" The amusement in his voice doesn't reach his eyes—something darker lurks beneath the surface. You squirm slightly on the mattress, but he grabs your ankle, his grip firm enough to stop your movements without applying too much pressure. "Let me guess," he continues, his voice growing sharper as he leans closer. "You think I'm going to judge you for that?" His free hand slides up your inner thigh, stopping just past where you want it. "Not at all. In fact, I think it's pretty damn hot." His fingers finally touch you, applying enough pressure that your muscles tense involuntarily. "But if you're going to play with toys," he whispers, his voice husky with intent, "you're damn right I want to be the one using them on you." His thumb presses hard into the soft skin of your inner thigh, leaving a temporary bruise as he looms over you. "Because if I catch you pleasuring yourself on my time again," Nick growls, the heat in his words belying the teasing glint in his eyes, "I'll make sure you can't sit still for another minute." "Ah." The threat makes your breath catch, your heart pounding in your chest as he leans down to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His rough leather scrapes against the delicate skin there. "Let's see what exactly you were planning to do with this," he whispers, removing the crop from your hand and slowly running the handle across your ribcage. "Maybe I can help you... refresh your memory." The leather tip circles your nipple, sending unexpected heat and arousal throughout your body. His other hand slides up to grip your hair, tilting your head back to study your expression. "Will you let me play with you, princess?" You nod excitedly several times, blushing and looking away, hoping Nick hasn't noticed the way your back lip is bitten. The crimson blush rising up your neck gives you away long before Nick notices the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip. His rough fingers release your chin, only to tangle in the silky strands of your hair. Pain shoots through your scalp as he jerks your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he commands, the roughness in his voice a sharp contrast to the way his other hand slides up your spine. "I didn't raise a meek girl." His thumb presses against your pulse point, feeling a quick flutter beneath the skin. "Now let's see what you were planning to do to this sweet girl." The whip whips sharply through the air before hitting your buttock—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting. Nick's breathing deepens as he watches your reaction. "Is this what you wanted?" He watches your reaction for a few moments before continuing. "Good girl." Praise gushes out as he positions himself above you, pressing one knee between your thighs and pushing you onto your stomach. His hand slides under your hips, lifting them while his other hand remains still. He grips the whip. "Now I'll show you what it's like to have someone take care of this part of your body." Skin meets bare flesh again, but this time with more force. You hear his jeans rub against the mattress as he gets comfortable, his free hand sliding higher up your back. "God, you're perfect like this," he whispers against the back of your neck before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The sharp pain mingles with the growing heat as he strikes again, this time just above where the last one landed. His thumb presses into the small of your back, feeling a shudder run through your body. "The way you react to me," Nick whispers against your skin, his voice husky with desire, "makes me think you needed this more than you said." His fingers slowly slide down your spine, stopping at the small of your back. "I'm going to take that beautiful pussy of yours now and show you what a real spanking is." Before you can respond, he pulls you further down the bed. He holds your hips, positioning you the way he wants. The whip strikes again, this time on your sensitive inner thigh. You hear the rustle of his clothes as he shifts to take up position behind you. "I won't hide from what I want anymore," he growls, his hand coming down hard on the opposite thigh, leaving temporary fingerprints. Nick's breath is warm in your ear as he leans down, his rough hand sliding possessively up your thigh. "I'll make sure you never forget what true pleasure feels like." You hear the metal belt clasp fall to the floor, connecting with Nick's discarded shirt. The cool air brushes your bare skin for a moment before his rough hands grip your hips, pulling you toward him. His thick cock slides between your thighs, not yet entering—just <<linkreplace "teasing your wet folds">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBack.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBack1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBack2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBack3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickBack4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You're so wet," he groans into your neck. "Has all this talk turned you on, princess?" His thumb finds your clit, slowly circling it. While his free hand squeezes the base of your neck, not squeezing, but simply letting you know who's in charge. "I'm going to smash that sweet cunt to smithereens," he promises. Nick, his words accompanied by a sharp thrust of his hips. He enters you in one smooth motion, stretching you around his thickness. "Tell me you can take it all." His fingers grip your neck as he slowly pulls out, then slams back in hard. "God, that feels so good," he gasps, pressing against your shoulder, his grip turning into a fist that curls into your hair. "Taking my cock like it was made for you." The handcuffs click against the headboard as you tense, feeling Nick's weight shift as he changes the angle. Each thrust gets deeper, harder—he's meant to claim every inch of you. His other hand slides up to grasp yours. breast, squeezing your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. "Look at you," he growls, watching you arch beneath him. "You're so fucking greedy." Nick's teeth sink into your shoulder, his pace becoming uneven, finally losing control. You feel his cock twitch inside you. He spills inside you, his rough hands gripping your hips as he pumps every last drop into you. Nick rolls over onto his back next to you, his chest still heaving with exertion. Sweat glistens on his muscular torso in the dim light of the room. "You're absolutely incredible," he finally he chokes out through ragged breaths, pulling you closer. His hand slides slowly and possessively up and down your back. “That was... damn, I didn't know you could be like this.” The weight of his hand is comforting as he pulls you even closer, pressing his lips to your temple. His breathing gradually slows as he holds you, the scent of sex thick in the air between you. Nick shifts slightly, his fingers sliding over your hipbone as he watches you intently. “You look beautiful like this,” he whispers, his thumb slowly stroking your skin in circles. “All pink and soft.” You squirm slightly, moving closer when Cool air brushes against your heated skin. Nick's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His other hand cups your breast, his thumb lazily tracing your nipple. "So responsive," he breathes, watching your reaction to his touch. His mouth finds your neck, pressing hot kisses along your shoulder blade. "I could worship this body all night." Nick's free hand slides down your stomach, stopping possessively between [[your thighs|NickHouse][$fitnes += 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity -= 1]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $NickHouse == 0 && $NickSex <= 3>> <<if $NickQuest == 2>> <<set $NickQuest to 3>> <</if>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $AP to 3>> <<set $NickSex += 1>> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning.jpg"> You wake up in a strange, unfamiliar bed. Your head is pounding and you're still groggy, but fear runs down your spine, making your blood rush and your adrenaline pump. You frantically look around, trying to figure out what happened and how you got here. You notice your clothes neatly folded on a chair nearby. Barely managing your coordination, and exerting a tremendous amount of effort, you get out of bed, trying not to make any noise, and frantically pull on your clothes. <<linkreplace "It was while you were doing this that Nick, who heard the noise and came, caught you">> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning1.png"> "Good morning," he says calmly, entering the room with two cups of coffee. " I heard you were awake and came to you with a little doping. Am I interrupting you?" As he says this, he smiles slightly, his eyes wandering over your undressed parts, which you frantically try to cover, quickly pulling on your clothes. "You undressed me!" you are righteously indignant, imagining how he shamelessly groped you at the same time. "Would you prefer to sleep in your clothes so you could sweat them all night?"" he asks calmly, taking a sip from his coffee mug. ""You drank too much and passed out. I could have done anything if I wanted, so don't make a scene, okay?" You want to complain some more, but the reasonableness of his words stops you. Finally dressed and thinking about the situation, you come to the conclusion that you should still be grateful to him. Having come to this conclusion, you take the mug from him and sip the life-giving nectar, at least slightly clearing the mess in your head. <<linkreplace "You drink coffee in awkward silence, occasionally casting guilty glances at the guy. You feel ashamed">> - Don't worry. - He winces distantly, noticing your awkwardness. - You're not the first, and most likely - you won't be the last. Every now and then, one of my friends drinks too much, and I drag them back to my place. Luckily, I live right above the bar, in case you didn't know. It's bad, of course, that you don't know your limits - but there's no other way to find out. So don't worry and don't be embarrassed. "Thank you," you reply weakly, blushing and trying to hide even more behind your coffee mug. Despite his words, you still feel ashamed. The morning passes somehow crumpled. After thanking Nick and saying goodbye, and telling him to get over it and get back to work, 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>> <<set $NickSex += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $NickHouse == 0 && $NickSex == 4>> <<if $NickQuest == 3>> <<set $NickQuest to 4>> <</if>> <<set $NickSex += 1>> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning.jpg"> You've stayed overnight with Nick, the bar owner, several times now. Well, how did you stay... you'd sing at the bar, and the next morning you'd discover that Nick had dragged your broken body back to his apartment, where he'd always put you to bed and greet you in the morning with coffee. And now you've woken up to the familiar apartment, quickly realizing that this time, too, it all ended the same way—at Nick's place. After coming to your senses a little, you realize Nick won't be coming with coffee—because he's lying next to you, snoring peacefully, dreaming yet another dream. Apparently, fatigue has taken its toll this time, overpowering him too. He seems so sweet to you at this moment—you don't know if it's the alcohol still lingering or the rush of suddenly awakened feelings, but you're desperate to cuddle him, touch him, and even better, take care of him. Following your desire, you shift somewhat gracefully, settling your head somewhere near Nick's stomach. Nick himself is asleep, propped up against the headboard. You lie there, listening to his breathing and inhaling his scent—a mixture of tobacco, alcohol, and the cleaning product he uses at his bar. Lost in your reverie and trying not to wake Nick, you stroke his knee and thigh like a pillow. Still, the alcohol is strong in your system—your coordination is failing you, and you accidentally catch your finger in Nick's pocket as you relax and begin stroking him automatically. His crumpled shorts slip slightly, revealing the head of his morning erection pressed against them. She's so close... So... twitching from your breath... Nick shifts slightly as your hand slides down his thigh, his cock moving against his stomach as the early morning air hits it. His breathing is even, deep, as if he hadn't noticed you or the way his sweatpants had tightened. His pants are tight around his growing cock. A barely noticeable trace of pre-cum already glistens where the foreskin has retracted, revealing a smooth, <<linkreplace "shiny head">> <img src="img/Nick/NickInv.webp"> The alcohol in your blood makes your hands tremble, but at the same time, bold as ever. Instead of pulling away, you press your face against his side, inhaling the musky scent of sleep and cheap beer from last night. One finger traces the outline of his cock through the thin fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. Nick's cock twitches as you accidentally brush against the sensitive spot where the shaft meets the head. You move carefully, careful not to wake him with your... exploration. Quietly and methodically, you slip your fingers under the taut fabric of Nick's sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to expose his growing erection. His thick cock thrusts forward, the veins standing out sharply against his pale skin, pulsing in the morning air. You move like a shadow, breathing shallowly, stroking his length with one hand and cupping his heavy balls with the other. Nick's breathing remains even and deep, and he doesn't notice your lips part slightly as you press them against the swollen head. His taste fills your mouth—musky and salty, mingled with the faint tang of sweat and last night's sex. Your tongue curls around the sensitive tip, lapping up the precum that continues to leak from his vagina. You're amazed at how his body reacts even in his sleep—his cock bounces as you take him deeper, the precum now flowing freely as you work your hand and mouth in rhythm. Your fingers gently caress his cock as you suck him deeper, feeling the warmth and texture of his skin on your tongue. The precum provides a smooth, natural lubrication as you slide him in and out of your mouth, being careful not to use your teeth. Nick's breathing hitches slightly—a barely perceptible pause in rhythm that could have been caused by him tossing and turning in his sleep if not for the subtle tension in his body. A large vein pulses along the side of his cock as you move your hand up and down the base, your lips gliding over every inch. The scent of his arousal mingles with sweat and the faint scent of your shared space. His hips twitch imperceptibly as you increase the speed, drawing him deeper into your mouth until the tip rests against the back of <<linkreplace "your throat">> <img src="img/Nick/NickInv1.webp"> Suddenly, a heavy hand descends on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. "Well, well, " Nick's voice is hoarse and sleepy. His hips thrust forward slightly, his fingers gripping your hair, and his whole body comes alive. The hand not in your hair settles on your shoulder, guiding you into a steady, insistent rhythm. "I never thought I'd wake up in my wildest fantasy. " The pressure of his grip sends an electric shock down your spine as he pushes deeper into your throat. Your hands instinctively reach for his hips for support, feeling the muscle tension as he arches his hips upward. A low growl echoes from his chest as you swallow, your muscles contracting around his sensitive tip. "Keep going, " he murmurs, his voice shaky with sleep and desire. His free hand slides down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lips as you continue to caress him with your mouth. His taste grows richer, musky, and powerful as he begins to move in time with your rhythm. Nick's breathing deepens as you begin to suck him harder, your hand working a steady rhythm over the base of his cock. The mattress creaks softly as he shifts position, spreading his legs wider to give you better access. "God, baby, you're so good at this," he groans, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding your movements. The hand on your shoulder moves lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of your upper thigh before settling on your hip. "I don't remember the last time I woke up like this—a warm mouth on my cock, hands all over me…" His words send shivers through you as your mouth continues to caress his cock, the thick head sliding between your eager lips. His grip on your hair tightens. His hips move towards you, gently <<linkreplace "into your mouth">> <img src="img/Nick/NickInv2.webp"> His orgasm is accompanied by a guttural groan, hot fluid shooting down your throat as you continue to swallow, tasting the salty tang of his cum. His body tenses, then relaxes as he exhales slowly, his fingers kneading your hair. «Damn, " he breathes, running his hand over his face. He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. "It was unexpected, but not disgusting." You pull away from him, still tasting him in your mouth, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. His cock is still semi-hard, pressed against his stomach, glistening with saliva and cum. The room smells of sex, sleep, and the morning dew filtering through the windows. Nick bends over to pull up his sweatpants, but doesn't bother tying them, shifting closer to you on the mattress. His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer. side. "I... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," you say belatedly. "You were sleeping so soundly... and taking care of me all the time, I wanted to repay you somehow... I..." Nick's laughter echoes through his chest as he pulls you closer, his large hand resting on your back. "No apologies needed, darling," he says, his voice still hoarse with sleep and satisfaction. His fingers trace emotionless circles on your skin through the thin fabric of your nightgown. "Waking up to such a gorgeous woman giving me the best morning in years is more than justified—it's fucking wonderful." His thumb hooks over the hem of your collar, pushing it slightly off your shoulder as he continues speaking. "Though I might need to check one more thing—were you thanking me or just missing the mark?" The playful smirk on his face tells you he already knows the answer, but he wants... Well, at least I'll hear it from you. The hand on your back slides up, stopping between your shoulder blades as he shifts his weight to one hip. "I know you're usually a good girl, sweetheart." he continues, his thumb stroking your collarbone slowly and steadily. "But I've also seen the way you look at other guys when you think no one's looking." That languid gaze, suggesting there's more to those beautiful eyes than just a hardworking student striving to make it in America. His hand drops to your butt, squeezing it lightly through the fabric of your pajama pants. The implication of his words makes your heart beat faster—was it really that obvious? Your cheeks flush as he runs his fingers along the hem of your pajama pants, teasing the soft skin beneath. "So tell me, " he whispers, his breath warm against your ear as he leans closer, "were you thinking about someone else while my dick was in your mouth? " "No... I don't have anyone here," you admit. Nick exhales slowly, his expression softening as his fingers continue to gently explore the curve of your ass. "Good to know," he whispers, the corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile. "Because I'm bad at sharing—if we're going to do this, I expect you to be just as exclusive. " His hand shifts, sliding down your lower back as he pulls you into his chest. His free hand slides into your hair, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "I guess we're a couple now, baby," he declares, his voice soft but unmistakably possessive. The morning light filtering through the thin curtains casts golden highlights on his dark eyes as he looks down at you. "Get the keys from the nightstand before you go. You can come over anytime. Now, I'm going to make us breakfast, if that's okay. You know where the shower is, right?" [[Nod|NickHouse][$NickHouse to 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] - you've already learned where the shower and other interesting things are. <<set $showertoday to 0>> <<set $mirrortoday to 0>> <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $NickHouse == 0 && $NickSex >= 5>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $AP to 3>> <<set $NickSex += 1>> <img src="img/bar/NickMorning.jpg"> You wake up in a strange, unfamiliar bed. Your head is pounding and you're still groggy, but fear runs down your spine, making your blood rush and your adrenaline pump. You frantically look around, trying to figure out what happened and how you got here. You notice your clothes neatly folded on a chair nearby. Barely managing your coordination, and with great effort, you get out of bed, trying not to make any noise, and frantically pull on your clothes. <<linkreplace "It was while doing this that Nick, hearing the noise and coming, caught you">> <img src="img/bar"/NickMorning1.png"> - Good morning, - he says calmly, entering the room with two cups of coffee. - I heard you woke up and came to you with a little doping. Is it disturbing? As he says this, he smiles slightly, his eyes wandering over your undressed parts of your body, which you frantically try to cover, pulling on your clothes faster. - You undressed me! - You are rightly indignant, imagining how he shamelessly groped you. - Would you prefer to sleep in your clothes so you could sweat them all over the night? - he asks calmly, taking a sip from his coffee mug. - You I drank too much and passed out. I could have done anything if I wanted, so don't make a scene, okay? You want to complain further, but the reasonableness of his words stops you. Having finally gotten dressed and thought about the situation, you come to the conclusion that you should still be grateful to him. Having come to this conclusion, you take the mug from his hands and sip the life-giving nectar, at least a little clearing up the mess in your head. <<linkreplace "You drink coffee in awkward silence, occasionally casting guilty glances at the guy. You're ashamed">> - Don't worry about it. - He frowns distantly, noticing your awkwardness. - You're not the first, and most likely, you won't be the last. Every now and then, someone I know drinks too much, and I drag them back to my place. Luckily, I live right above the bar, in case you didn't know. It's bad, of course, that you don't know your limits - but there's no other way to find out. So don't worry and don't be embarrassed. - Thank you, - you answer weakly, blushing and trying to hide even more behind your coffee mug. Despite his words, you still feel ashamed. The morning passes somehow crumpled. Nevertheless, after thanking Nick and saying goodbye, telling him to quickly pull himself together and get back to work, 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>> <<set $NickSex += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $NickHouse == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickMorn.webp" width="720"> <<if $SexRand == 0>> Nick returns home after a late night shift at the bar. He won't be able to get home until early the next morning. Exhausted, he takes a shower and then crawls into bed next to you, hugging you tightly. You wake up to his touch just before The alarm goes off. His morning arousal presses against you, his hands caressing your naked body. His touch ignites passion, carefully tracing the contours of your body. Warm hands glide over the curve of your hips, tracing the line of your waist, and his breathing deepens next to you. The sharp electronic hum of the alarm pierces the silence, but Nick doesn't try to turn it off—his entire attention is focused on your figure pressed against him. "Good morning," he whispers, his lips brushing against your shoulder blade, his hips moving instinctively. The hard ridge of his erection presses tightly against the hollow of your buttocks, pulsing with undisguised desire. His fingers slide lower, tracing the soft curves of your hips with practiced confidence. You press against him, feeling him all over—hot and insistent where he presses into you. His hand slides over your stomach, his fingers delving between your legs, where you already feel yourself growing aroused despite the early morning. Nick groans deeply as he realizes how ready you are for him, his fingers gliding lightly over your wet folds before circling your clit with firm pressure. His other hand slides under your breast, his thumb slowly circling your nipple, his lips finding the tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder. "There's no rush," he breathes, his words heavy with sleep and something else—something primal—that makes your heart quicken. His morning erection grows even stronger as he presses against you, nibbling gently. teeth. You arch into him, your back pressed tightly against his chest, your buttocks deliberately rubbing against his erection. In response, he makes a low, guttural sound—part groan, part sob—as he slowly rubs his pelvis in a circular motion, rolling his thick cock over the slick arousal already building at the tip. "Fuck." Nick tightens his grip on your thigh, his cock sliding completely over your labia, the swollen head briefly brushing against your entrance before continuing the slow tease. His fingers work faster now, alternating between broad, confident strokes that smear your wetness and focused attention on your clit—knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to <<linkreplace "yourthighs trembled">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> He flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, towering over you for a moment before settling between your legs. The thick head of his cock presses against your entrance, pressing just enough to spread your legs before pulling back, repeating the torturous process with irritating control. "Please," you croak, your voice already strained from the sounds you don't want his roommates to hear. The tip slowly pushes inside, stretching your inner walls in the most delicious way as he stares at your face. You bite your lip hard, fighting the urge to cry out as he fills you inch by inch, agonizingly penetrating. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you, your back arching off the bed as his thickness penetrates your entrance, the stretch simultaneously mind-boggling. and incredibly pleasurable. He stays in this position for a few seconds, allowing you to adjust before pulling out completely and thrusting back in—taking you with relentless control until his pelvis grinds against your clit. He doesn't let you catch his breath, his rhythm alternating between fast, crushing thrusts and slow, measured movements that make your toes curl. One hand grips your hip possessively, while the other wraps around your neck—not squeezing, just controlling, tilting your head back to expose your neck to his mouth. His teeth grate over sensitive skin as his hips thrust forward, driving his cock deep into you again and again. "You're mine," he growls, a distinctly possessive tone in his voice as he thrusts into you with increasing desperation. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he rides you with controlled fury, his cock growing even larger inside your wet heat. Each thrust sends new waves of delicious friction throughout your body, his thick cock hitting all the right spots. Nick's grip on your throat tightens slightly as his hips speed up, the bed creaking ominously under the force of his movements. His other hand slides under your buttocks, lifting you up to meet his thrusts as he searches for the angle that makes your inner walls clench around him. A particularly deep thrust sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body, his thick cockhead brushing against your G-spot with perfect precision. Despite it being early in the morning, your orgasm builds rapidly, your muscles trembling around his cock as he mercilessly thrusts into you. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive as he thrusts into you, his thrusts becoming more intense. frantic. His cock throbs inside you, thick veins pressing against your inner walls as he struggles to hold back. Your back arches involuntarily, your breasts pressed against his chest, and your hands try to grasp the slippery sheets beneath you. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice a hoarse command, his hips giving one last, desperate thrust. The hand on your throat pulls your head back, completely exposing your neck, and his teeth find the spot where your pulse is pounding. His pace slows, each thrust becoming harder and more uneven as his own orgasm approaches. He pulls out abruptly, his enormous cock leaking pre-cum onto your stomach, stroking himself once, twice, before erupting in a guttural rush. groan. Hot liquid spreads across your stomach in thick streams, his seed coating your skin with a warm stickiness. Nick's fingers dig into your hips as he spills into you, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. The sharp taste of his orgasm mingles with the musky scent of your own arousal as he pulls away from you, breathing heavily. His gaze is fixed on yours with such intensity that it takes your breath away. Without a word, he takes a towel from the laundry basket and wipes his still-dripping cock before moving to your stomach. The rough texture feels strangely arousing against your skin, his fingers lazily tracing patterns in the coolant as his breathing gradually returns to normal. "You're perfect ," he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead before to pull you closer. And you decide it's stupid to argue [[with the obvious |NickHouse][$fitnes += 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> Nick returns home after a night shift at the bar. He can't get home until early the next morning. Exhausted, he showers and then climbs into bed next to you, holding you tightly. You wake to his touch just before the alarm goes off. His morning excitement presses against you, his hands caressing your naked body. His touch ignites passion, carefully exploring the contours of your body. Warm hands slide over the curve of your hips, tracing the line of your waist, and his breath deepens next to you. The sharp electronic hum of the alarm pierces the silence, but Nick doesn't try to turn it off—his entire attention is focused on your figure pressed against him. "Good morning," he whispers, his lips brushing against your shoulder blade, his hips moving instinctively. The hard ridge of his erection presses tightly against the hollow of your buttocks, pulsing with undisguised desire. His fingers slide lower, confidently tracing the soft curves of your hips. You press against him, feeling him fully—hot and insistent where he presses into you. His hand slides over your stomach, his fingers delving between your legs, where you already feel yourself growing wet despite the early morning. You let out a soft moan as Nick's hands continue their slow, possessive exploration. The alarm on his phone begins to vibrate insistently on the nightstand, but he doesn't try to turn it off. Instead, his fingers slide under the waistband of your panties, finding the already damp warmth between your thighs. You arch into his touch as he begins circling your clit, his movements confident and precise. "Sleep can wait," he growls in your ear, his free hand now pinching and massaging your sensitive nipple, his cock pulsing with desire. His thick fingers glide over your folds, collecting moisture before teasing your entrance with slow, measured strokes. The huskiness in his voice, the scrape of his morning beard, and the way he manipulates your body suggest he needs this connection more than a few hours of rest. You roll onto your back as Nick kisses your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your skin before his lips find yours in a searing kiss. His hand cups your breast, his thumb grazing your nipple, and his other hand slides down your stomach, his fingertips dancing around your clit before slowly circling. You feel him pull away to look at you, his gray eyes dark with exhaustion and unbridled desire. "I need you," he rasps, pressing his thumb harder against your clit, his index finger sliding in, slightly curved to hit <<linkreplace "the right spot">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> The alarm continues to hum, now a distant hum, as Nick's touch revives your body. His breathing becomes ragged, fatigue giving way to a focus on satisfying you first. He adds another finger, stretching you pleasantly, and begins to rhythmically move them in and out. "Don't think I can wait until later," Nick murmurs against your lips, his hand moving faster between your legs as he continues to pump his fingers inside you. The fabric of his briefs barely conceals the thick length of his erection pressing against your thigh. You see the tension on his face, the dark circles under his eyes from fatigue, but his desire for you burns brighter than the desire to sleep. His thumb rotates faster, applying pressure to your clit just the way you like it, and your breath hitches as pleasure builds within you. "You make it so damn hard to resist," he growls, pulling your panties down with his free hand as his other fingers continue their relentless assault. In one smooth motion, he flips you over onto your stomach and positions himself behind you, one hand holding your hip and the other guiding his cock to your wet entrance. His thick head penetrates you, stretching you in that delicious moment before he plunges deeper. Moans shake his chest as he fills you completely, holding your hips tightly and beginning to thrust in measured strokes. "Fuck, you feel so good," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire as he pulls almost all the way out and then thrusts back in. His pace is leisurely, each thrust aimed at prolonging<<linkreplace "every moment of pleasure">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You feel his breathing become ragged as he loses himself in the movement, his pace gradually increasing as desire overwhelms his fatigue. His fingers dig into your hips, leaving temporary marks, using them to control his thrusts. "I can't take it anymore," he confesses through clenched teeth, his movements becoming more frantic as he begins to lose control. "I need to feel you come first." He wraps his arms around your body, his rough fingers finding your clit as he pounds into you from behind. The combination of his thick cock filling you and his skilled fingers caressing your sensitive nerves drives you over the edge. Your body tightens around him, waves of pleasure rolling through you, a strangled cry escaping your lips. " That's it ," Nick rasps, his movements becoming more... His orgasm became increasingly uneven, and as your release pushed him toward his own, he gave one last deep thrust and spilled into you, his hips jerking involuntarily as he emptied himself completely. His breathing became ragged, and he leaned against your back, exhausted but satisfied. " It was worth every second of lost sleep ," he whispered, holding you tighter for a moment before pulling away to wipe himself with the napkins lying nearby. The alarm had been silent for a while, and Nick finally turned it off, crawling back into bed [[next to you, falling asleep instantly|NickHouse][$fitnes += 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> Nick returns home after a night shift at the bar. He can't get home until early the next morning. Exhausted, he takes a shower and crawls into bed next to you, hugging you tightly. You wake to his touch just before the alarm goes off. His morning excitement presses against you, his hands caressing your naked body. He presses himself against your back, one arm possessively wrapped around your waist and the other brushing your hair out of your face. His fingers glide leisurely over your skin, occasionally stopping to play with the waistband of your underwear, which he removed earlier. The rhythmic movement of his chest against your back signals sleep is approaching, but he seems reluctant to let you <<linkreplace "from his embrace">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare2.gif" width="720"> <</if>> " "Stay here tonight," he murmurs into your neck, his voice trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. His breathing gradually deepens as sleep takes hold, his embrace becoming more protective and less demanding. The sheets warm from the heat of your bodies, creating a cozy cocoon despite the cool air seeping into the bedroom. You stay in his arms for what seems like an eternity, his breath even and deep against your back. The morning sun filters through the curtains as Nick stirs next to you. His hand slides over your stomach, his fingers gentle and exploratory, lazily tracing circles across your bare skin. "Are you awake?" His voice is sleepy but warm, his breath warm against your neck as he presses closer. You feel his fingertips slide down your side, stopping at the edge of the sheet, just above your hip. He shifts, his weight falling more comfortably on your back, his hand resting on your thigh. "I couldn't wait to wake up like this every morning," he whispers, his lips brushing against your shoulder. He moves closer, the warmth of his body penetrating yours, and his arm tightens around your waist. His breathing quickens slightly, losing the even rhythm of sleep and the restraint that came with savoring the moment. His fingers resume their slow exploration, this time sliding under the sheet to find the soft skin of your inner thigh. Nick's hand moved higher, his palm pressing firmly against the warmth between your thighs. His fingers pressed gently, testing your readiness before slowlyHe thrust into you with purpose and determination. He watched your reaction to his touch, his own arousal pressing insistently against your buttock. "You're so warm inside," he whispered, his thumb finding your clit and beginning slow, measured circles. His other hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his hips instinctively moved forward. The morning light reflected the beads of sweat on his forehead, evidence of how he was trying to make you feel every second of his attention. His breathing became ragged as he began to move his fingers in a steady rhythm, adjusting the pressure of his thumb to your most sensitive spot. "Come for me, baby," he groans, gently nibbling your earlobe. "Let me feel you squeeze my fingers." He groans deeply as your orgasm rolls through you, feeling your inner muscles clench around his fingers. His hands remain motionless on you for a few moments before slowly pulling away, the sound of wetness between your legs as he pulls them away the only reminder of what just happened. He gently kisses your shoulder blade, his breath warm against your skin. "I could watch you cum every morning," he whispers, his voice hoarse with tortured desire. Rolling onto his back, he closes his eyes, one hand still resting on your hip. The red numbers on the alarm clock show it's already past noon, and the house is completely silent, broken only by the sound of your shared breathing. You shift slightly, stretching in the tangle of sheets, your body still vibrating with sensation. Nick's eyes flutter open at the movement, his hand sliding down to where you're lying on the mattress. His fingers intertwine with yours, squeezing them gently before releasing. " I have to go to bed ," he says regretfully, " And you should wake up. Meet me at the bar tonight? ." You nod, simultaneously acknowledging that he's right, and that you'll try to come [[to his bar|NickHouse][$fitnes += 1; $NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickChill.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickChill1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $SexRand == 0>> I walk into Nick's living room, where he's sprawled on the couch, scrolling through the TV. Noticing me, he smiles and pats the shoulder of the man next to him. I sit down next to him, completely "accidentally" placing my hand on his groin, inadvertently brushing his penis through his clothes, causing him to flinch. Your hand finds the right spot with perfect precision, resting close enough to his thigh that your fingers brush the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Nick's eyes flash with surprise when you casually mention stress about exams, his breathing deepening as your fingers linger between his legs. The room fills with anticipation, his previously calm smile gradually giving way to something more intense. "Stress about exams, huh?" His voice noticeably lowers as he leans slightly toward you, one hand sliding to your knee in a possessive gesture. The TV continues its muted hum in the background, but you both understand that a simple game has already escalated into something far more intense. Nick's gaze drops to your lips, then rises again, meeting your gaze with deliberate concentration. "It's terrible," he continues, slowly circling his thumb over your knee through the fabric of your skirt. " But maybe I know something that might help you... relax." Blood rushes to my veins as I notice his pupils dilate, my fingers lightly brushing the growing bulge in his pants. You press against him, your hair falling over your face, reaching for the remote and turning off the TV. There are no distractions now. "So... you have an idea?" you whisper, moving closer until our faces are inches apart. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against him. The warmth of his body against yours sends goosebumps down your spine. "You know," Nick growls, his lips hovering near your ear. His breath warms your skin as he whispers, "I've seen how hard you're trying. Maybe it's time I rewarded all that effort?" A quiet chuckle echoes in his chest as he leans forward, demanding a gentle kiss on your lips. His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into the curve where your hips meet your body, and he pulls you firmly onto his lap. The traces of his arousal press insistently against the thin fabric of your skirt, creating a sweet friction that sends heat spreading between your thighs. " No more talking ," he whispers against your lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before releasing you. One large hand slides from your waist to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb slowly circling your hardening nipple. The sensation pierces you sharply and unmistakably. Nick doesn't look away as he lifts your blouse, his hungry gaze caressing the smooth skin of your chest before his lips lower to nip at the exposed swell of your breasts. " Yes, I can feel how much you want this ," you purr into his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Your hands slide to his belt, fingers quickly undoing the button and zipper. Nick's cock springs out, thick and heavy in your hands, the heat making your heart beat faster with desire. <<linkreplace "faster with desire">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> He shifts slightly on the couch, giving you more room, and with deft fingers unhooks your bra. The straps fall, leaving your firm breasts exposed to the cool air of the room. Nick's hands immediately return, cupping the firm mounds, his thumbs stroking your hardened nipples. "God, you're perfect," he groans, watching as your fingers wrap around his cock. His hips arch involuntarily at the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Your hands feel so fucking good." The heat of his body envelops your palm as you stroke his erection, feeling the weight of his arousal build in your grip. Your other hand slides over the ridged lines of his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. Nick's breathing becomes ragged as he slides his hand between your thighs, his fingers sliding throughThe elastic of your panties to find your wetness already waiting for him. His thumb immediately finds your clit, applying firm pressure in slow, circular motions that make your hips twitch involuntarily. "Fuck, you're so horny already," he whispers hoarsely, two fingers sliding without hesitation inside your wetness. A soft whimper escapes your lips as your inner walls tighten around the penetration, drawing him deeper. Nick's skilled fingers caress you slowly at first, then with increasing intensity as your breathing becomes ragged. He suddenly stands, easily lifting you, and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. "You're as delicious as I expected," he growls, pressing himself against your thigh. His tongue glides slowly and deliberately over your clit, causing your back to arch into it. His hands grip your ass cheeks possessively, pressing you to his mouth as he caresses your vagina. His fingers dig into your skin, devouring you with an indescribable thirst, his tongue plunging into your wet heat before returning to circle your swollen clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and the pleasure builds in sharp, delicious waves. His teeth lightly scrape the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving tiny marks that will remain a reminder of this moment. Your breathing becomes ragged as his lips close around your clit, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity until the first waves of orgasm crash over you. "Oh god, yes," you cry out as your body trembles, muscles clenching around his fingers still inside you. The end of your orgasm leaves you breathless and flushed, a satisfied shudder running through your limbs. Nick slowly removes his fingers, licking your juices off them, then stands up and positions himself at <<linkreplace "your entrance">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSofa.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSofa1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSofa2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSofa3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "I want to feel that tight little cunt wrap around my cock," he growls, sliding himself inside you smoothly and in one motion. Your walls stretch around his thickness as he fully enters you, a soft groan escaping his chest in sudden arousal. He grips your hips tightly, beginning to move slowly, each forward thrust driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt. "Fuck, you're incredible," he gasps, setting a steady rhythm that makes his balls slap against your ass with every movement of his hips. Your fingers dig into his back as he fucks you harder, the couch cushions creaking with the force of his thrusts. Nick's breathing becomes ragged as he pounds into you with increasing force, his large hands gripping your waist to steady you as he thrusts deeper. Your breasts bounce with each movement, the harsh friction between your bodies building, bringing you closer to another orgasm. He leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding over yours as he fucks you faster and deeper. "I can feel you clenching," he rasps, pressing his lips to yours, his hips rising sharply with each thrust. "That's it, take my whole cock." Your body trembles as another orgasm washes over you, your vagina clenching around his thick cock, waves of pleasure rolling through you. Nick groans softly, his pace becoming uneven as your orgasm brings him closer to his own release. With one final thrust, he thrusts deep inside you, his cock pulsing, sending hot streams of cum deep into your vagina. Nick's powerful body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out waves of ecstasy. You both breathe heavily as he continues to move slowly, relishing the sensation of your shared orgasm. Finally, he pulled out of you with a wet pop, leaving cum dripping from your battered vagina. He smirked, looking down at you, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest. "That was... amazing," he breathed, running his hand over your still-sensitive [[clit|NickHouse][$NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 3; $TimeD += 1]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> I walk into the living room of the apartmentNick, where the owner of the living space himself is sprawled on the couch, scrolling through the TV. Noticing me, he smiles and pats the table next to him. I sit down next to him, completely "accidentally" placing my hand near his groin, inadvertently brushing the back of his penis through his clothing, causing him to flinch. "Good to see you again," Nick whispers, his hand sliding down the back of the couch and stopping near your shoulder. His free hand hovers over the spot where your fingers accidentally brushed him, though his penis continues to harden beneath the fabric. The TV screen flickers with the light of some late-night news program, but Nick's attention seems to have shifted from it to you. "You've been working a lot lately. Cleaning and working... in all these places." His voice takes on a playful tone as he leans closer, his warm breath brushing your cheek. Without warning, he turns off the TV with the remote and sets it aside. A sudden silence fills the room, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the faint hum of the heater. Nick moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing it gently. "What brings you here this evening?" he asks, slowly sliding his fingers up, penetrating the <<linkreplace "fabric of your pants">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> "Couldn't I just... miss you?" I asked him, offended, pulling my hand away. "Maybe you're feeling lonely," Nick suggests, continuing to draw small circles on your thigh as you shift in your seat. He studies your face with narrowed eyes, trying to read your expression. "But the way you just touched me... that wasn't just loneliness, was it?" His thumb digs deeper into your jeans, seeking more contact. "I can help with that too, you know." Nick's voice grows huskier as he steps closer, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "You work so hard, sweetheart. You deserve some fun." Before you can respond, he's moving closer, his lips brushing yours gently in an exploratory kiss. His breathing quickens as he presses his advantage, his tongue gliding along the line of your lips, eliciting a response. His hand on your thigh tightens, his fingers tightening against your skin. "Tell me what you want, beautiful," Nick whispers, pressing his lips against yours, his breath warm and intimate. His hand slides higher up your thigh, his fingers pressing insistently against the fabric covering you. The apartment is warm, the warmth making his skin feel slick against yours. Your eyes close as his thumb finds the junction of your thighs, pressing hard through your clothing. He waits for an answer, his lips still close to yours, his breath short. The remote falls to the couch cushion next to him as he leans closer, his free hand now tangled in your hair. You feel the heat of his body as Nick pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils dilated with arousal. "Say it," he whispers, his hand sliding even higher, his fingertips brushing the hem of your underwear. The apartment is quiet, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and your ragged breathing. His other hand still grips your hair, not too tightly, but enough to keep your face where he wants it. When you don't respond right away, he moves his hand from your hair to your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Say it, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His fingers hover at your upper thigh, awaiting your response. The bulge in his pants has noticeably hardened, pressing against your leg. Nick's expression is tense, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for you to speak. You part your lips and let out a soft moan when Nick's thumb presses against your bottom lip. "I want you inside me," you whisper, your voice quieter than you intended. But Nick hears your words, his breathing noticeably ragged. Without hesitation, he presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue immediately darting past your lips. His hands find your hips, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him on the couch. The heat of his body envelops you as he grinds his hard cock against you through the two layers of fabric, a soft moan escaping his throat at the contact. Breaking the kiss, Nick looksHe looks into your eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. "Take off your clothes, right now," he growls, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt. His grip tightens, and in one swift motion, he rips your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. His gaze rakes hungrily over your bare chest, your breath becoming ragged as he cups one breast, his thumb tracing your hardening nipple through the delicate fabric of your bra. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you at the bar," he confesses, his voice raspy with desire as he leans forward to press his lips to your collarbone. His hands undo the clasp of your bra, deft fingers making quick work of it before freeing both of your breasts. His hot breath brushes against yours... He looks at you, his gaze piercing and full of desire. Before you can react, he effortlessly lifts you from his lap and stands, scooping you up into his arms. You feel his heart pounding through the fabric of his shirt as he carries you down the hallway to his bedroom. The dim light of the bedside lamp illuminates the simple yet cozy bedroom as he lays you down on the bed. His weight immediately follows, pinning you to the mattress, and his lips find yours again in a passionate kiss. One hand slides under your back to unbutton your jeans, and the other holds your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. Nick's rough hands slide down your thighs as he helps you off your jeans, his breath catching when he finally sees you <<linkreplace "in panties only">> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> He pauses to look at you, his gaze burning with lust as he runs his fingertips down your inner thighs. "Fuck, you're perfect," he whispers before lowering his head and pressing his lips to your stomach. His hands grasp your hips possessively as he moves higher, his breath hot against your skin. Reaching the top of your panties, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. Without wasting a second, he yanks your lace panties off your body with a sharp tug. His breathing becomes ragged as he stares at your bare vagina, his fingers instinctively reaching out to run their fingers along your inner thighs. His thumb slowly, deliberately brushes against your already swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. "God, you're so wet already," he groans, his voice trembling with lust as he watches you squirm under his touch. His other hand continues to grip your thigh, holding you still as he brings his thumb to his mouth, licking your juices from his skin. His filthy actions make his cock throb painfully in his jeans, begging for release. Nick kneels next to the bed, frantically tearing off his clothes. Within seconds, his shirt falls to the floor, followed by his jeans and boxers. "Tell me what you want," he demands, slowly stroking himself, watching you squirm on the bed. With his free hand, he squeezes his cock, pre-cum already leaking from the swollen head as he waits for your response. His muscles tense in the dim light of the lamp as he approaches you, his gaze fixed on your face. You bite your bottom lip as his thick cock brushes against your inner thigh, the heat of his body enveloping you as he positions himself at your entrance. You instinctively arch your back, pressing your vagina against his cock, his thick head parting your lips. "Please," you beg, your voice hoarse with need. That single word is enough for him. In one smooth motion, he thrusts all the way into you, his cock stretching you deliciously as he grinds his pelvis against your clit. Nick's hands brace the bed on either side of you, his powerful shoulders tensing as he pulls out, then thrusts back in hard. His cock grates on every nerve ending inside you, drawing gasps from your throat as the pressure quickly builds. Each thrust is deeper than the last, his breathing ragged and uneven. "You're so fucking tight," he growls, digging his fingers into your hips, guiding you to meet hisright inside you. The friction of his skin against yours sends waves of pleasure through your body, your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you. Nick leans down and kisses you passionately, his tongue merging with yours in a desperate rhythm that mirrors the movement of his hips. He breaks away with a low growl, his teeth sliding along your neck as he thrusts into you, your wet vaginal walls tightly clasping his thick cock. "I'm going to cum," he gasps into your ear, his voice thick with lust as he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. His cock grows even larger inside you, his thrusts becoming uneven as his orgasm builds. "I want you to cum with me," he demands, his fingers finding your clit and stroking the sensitive nub in circular motions. The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his fingers working your clit drives you over the edge. Your back arches off the bed as pleasure explodes inside you, your inner walls squeezing his cock in powerful spasms. You feel his cock pulsate deep inside you, his hot cum flooding your vagina as he moans in <<linkreplace "his own orgasm">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex7.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex8.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex9.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickSex6.webp" width="720"> <</if>>> He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel his heart pounding in your chest as he presses his face against your neck, his warm, sweat-slick body pressed against yours. The light from Nick's bedside lamp softens as he pulls you closer to his chest, enveloping you like protective bandages. Your skin still feels the heat from his desperate intercourse, your vagina warm and wet from your shared orgasms. His breathing gradually evens out against your neck as he gently kisses the sensitive spot behind your ear. "God, you're perfect," he whispers in your ear. Your skin, his voice, trembling with satisfaction and fatigue. His fingers lazily glide over your thigh, the touch still haunting you even in the aftertaste. The air in the room is thick with your mingled musky scent and the heavy silence that follows intense passion. His phone vibrates somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor, the sound breaking the silence. Nick lifts his head from the pillow to look in the direction of the noise, then sighs softly. "Remember that." He extricates himself from the tangled sheets and the warmth of your body. His broad back faces you as he strides across the room, muscles flexing with each step. He pulls his phone out of a pile of discarded clothes, his nakedness making the simple act more intimate as he reads the screen. There's a brief pause before he turns back to you, his expression changing in a way you can't quite place. "It seems duty calls," he says, running a hand through his dark hair. The lamplight catches his features, casting shadows as he studies you. "But that doesn't mean it's over." He kneels on the edge of the bed, gently placing his hand on your knee. The warmth of his palm spreads across your skin as he says, "I need to check on someone. "Personal business." "Go," you gasp, rolling over and standing up, searching for your scattered clothes. "I understand. Business," you kiss Nick on the cheek, then pick up your clothes and head off to [[take a shower|NickHouse][$NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 3; $TimeD += 1]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> I walk into Nick's living room, where he's sprawled on the couch, scrolling through the TV. Noticing you, he smiles and pats the shoulder of the man next to him. You sit down next to him, your hand quite "accidentally" reaching to his groin, inadvertently brushing the back of his penis through his clothes, causing him to flinch. The air in Nick's living room fills with a sudden electric tension. Your fingers linger a moment longer than necessary on the rough denim covering his thigh—and on the erection growing beneath it. You could pretend it was accidental, but your breathing betrays me, growing faster. His eyes meet yours, dark and hungry. "Maybe you're feeling lonely," Nick whispers, slowly and confidently tracing circles high on your thigh with his thumb. His touch burns the fabric of your jeans. "But then"The way you just touched me... it wasn't just loneliness, was it?" Before you can respond, his lips are suddenly pressed against yours. There's nothing gentle about it—only heat and demand. His tongue parts your lips, burning with the taste of coffee and impatience. One hand wraps around the back of your neck, holding you in place, while the other slides up your thigh, fingers digging possessively into it. His free hand moves to the button of his jeans, undoing it with practiced ease. The zipper slams down, echoing throughout the quiet room. "You've been driving me crazy ever since you walked in here," he growls, continuing the kiss, his breath hot. "Your tight little ass in those jeans... damn." He doesn't wait for permission. His hand slides inside my unbuttoned jeans, his fingers slipping under the hem of my panties, and he finds you already wet and exhausted. A low groan echoes through his chest as he realizes how ready you are. "God, you're so wet," he breathes, his fingers tracing your clit roughly and insistently, causing <<linkreplace "your hips to twitch">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCare1.gif" width="720"> <</if>> You moan into his mouth, clenching your fists in his shirt as pleasure surges through you. He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looks into your face. "Take those off," he orders, tugging at my jeans. "Now." You don't hesitate, kicking off your shoes and stepping out of your jeans as he watches you with his piercing, hungry gaze. Your panties—thin lace things—quickly follow, discarded somewhere near the couch. His gaze takes you in, lingering on the intersection of your legs, your breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Fuck, you're always more beautiful than I imagined," he croaks, undressing with a few rough strokes. His cock springs out, thick and already leaking. He doesn't give you time to admire it or think about it too much. In one smooth movement, he pulls you onto his lap on the couch, your back pressed against his chest. His hands slide over your body—one cups your breast, his thumb caresses your nipple to a dizzying degree of tension, the other slides between <<linkreplace "your thighs from behind">> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickUp.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickUp1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickUp2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickUp3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Tell me you want it." "Okay, I get it. I want it. I want you. That's why I'm here," I sigh, pretending to wince. "Satisfied?" you ask, that fake grimace on your face. A dark smirk cuts across Nick's face. "Not even close," he says in a low, husky voice. His hands move with such purpose that they leave no room for hesitation. One hand on your breast squeezes a little harder, his thumb gliding over your nipple, until you gasp, the false bravado disappearing. His other hand—the one between your thighs—doesn't tease. His fingers glide over your wetness, then without warning, slide two fingers inside. You arch into him, a strangled moan caught in your throat. He's not gentle. He's filling you, stretching you, his fingers curling until your vision blurs. All you feel is the heat of his chest against your back, his hard cock pressed against your spine, and the relentless rhythm of his hand. "Tell me again." "Fuck," you moan, your voice barely audible as his fingers work you. "I want it. I want you." His quiet laughter vibrates against your back. "That's my girl." He doesn't stop. He continues to caress you with his fingers, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing in circles that make you squirm, digging your nails into his thigh. The air is thick with the scent of both of you—sweat, arousal, the cheap beer he used to drink. The old couch creaks under your weight, the sound mixing with your ragged breathing. You hear the faint sound of a car alarm outside, the distant rumble of a garbage truck—the soundtrack of a lazy afternoon gone beautifully wrong. His free hand slides from your chest down your stomach, sinking into the warmth between your legs to joinMove to the other. Now three fingers, stretching you even further, making you gasp from the deep penetration. The pressure builds—rough and relentless—until your muscles clench around his fingers, and a hoarse cry escapes your lips. You come hard, shaking, while he helps you through it, whispering rough praises in your ear. When your breathing evens out a bit, he slowly withdraws his slick fingers. He brings them to his lips with a low, approving sound. "Taste it," he says huskily, bringing his glistening fingers to your lips. You hesitate for just a second before taking them into your mouth, tasting salt and sex. His eyes darken even further at the sight. Then his hands are on your hips, and he abruptly turns you to face him on the couch. He guides you down smoothly, possessively, filling you completely. You gasp at the sudden stretch, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep your balance. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painful, as he guides your body down onto his cock. There's no hesitation, no gentle release—just the raw, brutal force of him filling you completely. You gasp, inhaling sharply, half-surprise, half-relief. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your nails scratching the damp cotton of his T-shirt. "Fuck," he breathes, his gaze locked on yours. "You're so fucking tight." He doesn't give you time to adjust. His hands grip your hips, and he begins to thrust into you, setting a rough, demanding rhythm. The couch groans beneath you, protesting every thrust. The sound mingles with the wet slap of skin on skin, your ragged breaths, and his low moans. You press against him, your small breasts swaying with each thrust. His hands slide from your hips to your waist, then higher, his calloused palms cupping your small breasts. His thumbs roughly brush against your hardened nipples, sending another thrust straight into your core. Each thrust drives him deeper, hitting a spot that makes your toes curl against the worn fabric of the couch. "You like this?" he growls, his voice strained. "Ride me like this? Take every inch?" You can only nod, your words lost somewhere between a sigh and a moan. The tension builds again, tightening in your lower abdomen, sharper and more urgent than before. You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling. "Faster," you force out. "Please." A dark, satisfied smirk twists his lips. He complies, his grip tightening as he thrusts into you harder, faster. The rhythm becomes frantic, almost punishing. "God, you're going to make me come," Nick rasps, his voice tense and low, his fingers digging almost painfully into your hips as he abruptly lowers you onto him. You feel his cock pulsate deep inside you, and for a moment everything seems to tense. Then his whole body tenses beneath you. He lets out a hoarse, guttural groan, squeezing his eyes shut as he spills into you, heat pulsing through your walls. His movements slow, turning into a series of shallow thrusts, before he finally stills, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his temples. You collapse onto him, limp and breathless, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You smell him—sweat, cheap deodorant, and sex. The room is silent, broken only by your ragged breathing and the distant, insistent sound of the car alarm that never turns off. A moment later, he moves beneath you. He exhales long and slowly, his hands coming up to rest on your back, lazily tracing patterns on your damp skin. "Fuck," he mutters, his voice hoarse and exhausted. "That was..." He doesn't finish the sentence. He doesn't need to. You both know. You feel him soften inside you, the wet, dirty traces of what just happened beginning to trickle down your thigh. The car alarm finally goes off, leaving behind an almost eerie silence. Now all you can hear is the hum of the old refrigerator in the corner and the soft rhythm of your breathing, gradually merging with it. After a minute, he shifts position again, gently pulling you away from him. You wince slightly at the sudden emptiness, the cool air stinging your sensitive skin. He stands, his movements a little hesitant, and grabs a [[crumpled towel|NickHouse][$NickRelationship += 2; $promiscuity += 3; $TimeD += 1]] from a nearby chair. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Day >= 1>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $CurrentLoan = $Loan + $LoanInterest>> <<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 $items[12].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $items[13].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $items[14].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 25>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|NickMorning][$AP += 4; $SexRand to random (2)]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 1>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<elseif $fitnes >=26 && $fitnes <= 50>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|NickMorning][$AP += 3; $SexRand to random (2)]] <<set $gymp1 to 1>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 1>> <<elseif $fitnes >=51 && $fitnes <= 75>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|NickMorning][$AP += 6; $SexRand to random (2)]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 2>> <<elseif $fitnes >=76>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|NickMorning][$AP += 7; $SexRand to random (2)]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 3>> <<set $Parkjog to 3>> <</if>> <<elseif $Day == 0>> [[Time's up!|DayEnd][$DayEnd to 1]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $NickQuest == 1 && $NIckRelationship >= 6>> <<set $NickQuest to 2>> <</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 $variable1 == 0>> By the end of the evening, you somehow manage to get completely wasted. That last cocktail (or maybe it was two) was definitely one too many. Maybe Nick was subtly plying you with drinks on purpose… but at this point, who can tell? The last thing you remember is him grumbling about not having time to deal with you right now. He drags you to the storage room and lays you down on a small cot, where you pass out peacefully while he finishes his shift and closes up the bar. Once everything’s locked up, he comes back for you. Seeing you still dead to the world, he makes a quick decision: you’re coming with him. He hoists you over his shoulder like a caveman, having already closed the register and secured the place. You don’t wake up until you find yourself in bed. [[Clearly not your own|NickMorning][$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 $NickT == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk.jpg" width="720"> Nick is sitting on the couch in front of the TV. A gamepad is on the counter, but he's just flipping through the cable channels, trying to decide what to watch. He's clearly bored or indifferent, judging by his expression. Coming closer, he notices you, hearing footsteps, and turns in your direction, smiling sweetly as you approach. He sits down, patting the spot on the couch next to him. When you sit down, he puts his arm around you, kissing your temple. Then he begins flipping through the channels more slowly, clearly giving you the lion's share of his attention. " What are you up to? " " he asks quietly. " I can see that something is bothering you. Will you share it? " <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Nothing, I'm just tired – I want to rest a bit and spend time with you|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Nothing, I'm just taking a break and would like to discuss a couple of things|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Damn it! You ruined the whole mood with your question! Now sit alone!" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Damn it! You ruined the whole mood with your question! Now sit alone!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $NickT == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/NickCouple.jpg" width="720"> Nick nods, then turns on the first movie he sees. Nodding again, "confirming" his choice, he leans back on the couch, pulling you with him. Unconsciously, you shift slightly, resting your head on his shoulder. In the peace and quiet, you each drift off into your own thoughts for a while, listening to the movie. The warmth of a loved one fills your heart and mind with calm and confidence. At least for a while. And the movie playing in the background relieves the awkward need to speak. Nick reluctantly removes his hand from you, yawning and stretching at the same time. He stands quietly, silently, trying not to disturb your peace with his actions. With an apologetic smile, he explains that he needs to get ready, then goes to the [[bathroom, after which you hear the sound of a shower|NickHouse][$beauty += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP += 1; $TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $NickT == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk.jpg" width="720"> "So, what would you like to talk about?" he asks with a sigh. He clearly doesn't relish the prospect of engaging in conversation. Especially now, when he was planning to relax and unwind. [[Who do you hang out with around town?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 3]] [[What do you think of the library?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 4]] [[How are things going at the bar?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 5]] [[How did you become a bar owner?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 6]] [[How do you feel about me?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 7]] [[Why does Mark hang out at your place?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 8]] [[Do you mind if I move in to you?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 9]] [[What are your plans for the future?|NickTalkHouse][$NickT to 10]] <<elseif $NickT == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> " With you" – he answers without blinking an eye – " But, if we expand the list of acquaintances to... less intense and pleasant... Let me think... With Paula and... Then there's the pawnshop owner – Larry – I've known him since childhood, he's a friend of my father's and a regular at the bar. I don't know how he became friends with my father, but I'm grateful to him for it. For putting up with his nagging, and for how much he helped me with the bar in the early stages, when I knew nothing at all. Then there are even less significant ones... I guess it's worth mentioning only Rada. We meet at a cafe, she treats me to wonderful drinks, and in return I tell her about the nuances and pitfalls of starting and running a small business. Apparently, she dreams of opening a cafe." "So, should I be jealous of Rada?" you chuckle and pout. "And Paula, in her prettiness and modesty, is a difficult opponent," you confidently declare, to which Nick gasps for air and then starts coughing. With a smile, you pat him on the back, helping him out of the situation that you [[created|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $NickT == 4>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> " Overall, it's a good place, full of knowledge," he stretches, remaining seated on the couch, stretching his arms, neck, and head. "If you're talking about the rest, it's none of my business. I'm not connected to it in any way, I'm not even a student. I don't care about their internal squabbles and problems. If the kids want to play revolutionaries and politicians, fine, just don't let them cry later. My advice to you is to stay out of there." "There is wisdom in your words and position," you agree with him. "But I stillI can't help but participate and interfere in the events – I work in the library and need access to the courses. As much as I'd like to avoid this squabble, for now it's [[almost impossible|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $NickT == 5>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "and neither here nor there," Nick sighs. It's clear that this topic is close and painful for him, but he nevertheless overcomes his composure and continues the conversation. – "He never brought much money into the family – and especially not now. Nowadays, coffee shops, cafes, and nightclubs are more popular—each for its own audience. Bars... are outdated. In their original concept. Young people don't need a place where they want to have a drink, let go, relax, and socialize. Everyone wants a show and, if possible, pick up a chick for the night or find a guy... well, with the same goals. And what about us? Workers after their shift, lost souls, and rare groups of friends. "The bite" is a bit... on a different level." You'd like to be indignant, but after thinking for a bit, you internally agree with his words about the clients. Times have changed. Nothing can be done about it. Nevertheless, this doesn't stop you from loudly and indignantly exhaling, slapping him on the thigh, and demonstratively [[delete|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $NickT == 6>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "Just lived and lived and blah! The bar is a family business," Nick winces. "I inherited it after my father died, and let's leave it at that" You simply nod, deciding not to broach a sensitive topic for him. After all, you also have [[things you don't want to talk about|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $NickT == 7>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "Is this some kind of feminine test?" he groans contentedly at his own stupid joke. "Don't expect any declarations of love, baby, if you wanted to hear them now" "That's not an answer," you frown discontentedly, glaring at him with distrust and displeasure. "It's an answer, but you don't like it" he looks at you and sees your irritation. He sighs, raises his hands in surrender, and begins to answer without any lame excuses. - “I see you as a girl whom, with time, I could perhaps call my wife. You are goal-oriented, hard-working, and desperate enough to come to another country in search of a better life, following your dream or fulfilling your plan. I respect that. Well, you are also beautiful and don’t put on airs too much” You throw a pillow at him in irritation. That’s not the answer [[you wanted |NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $NickT == 8>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "Because I'm always happy to be in his company. We've been through a lot together – hardships and adversity have strengthened us, brought us closer together, and made us stronger," he sighs with a serious expression, remembering the past. "I don't know what I'd do without him. I just can't imagine my life without him, to be honest. Although, I wouldn't want him to move in with me either – I'm quite comfortable alone... I mean, without another man in the house... In short, he's been an integral part of my life for the last 24 years. He is a brother after all!» "He didn't have to stir up trouble!" [[you|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]» <<elseif $NickT == 9>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "No, especially if you do housework, cooking, and the like. And you'll also unclog the bathroom yourself, and promise not to clutter the house with all sorts of women's problems. Although, where would you get them from, you just moved from another country..."» "Maybe I will," you say. You don't mind. You like that idea, - "But about the hair and the 'clutter'... I'm afraid you'll have to accept it" - [[at this point the negotiations ended, and peace was made|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $NickT == 10>> <img src="img/Nick/NickTalk1.jpg" width="720"> "No real plans," he shrugs. - "Like, hey, I already have my own business, which I can do for the rest of my life, and which, for better or worse, not only feeds me, but also allows me to earn a little more. I mean, I won't become a millionaire, but I can certainly support my wife and kids. If I also have a smart wife, that won't happen.Living large, spending wisely – who knows, maybe I'll eventually save up for a second bar. Otherwise… I could always sell the bar and move away, or get a job. I won't be lost – and I'll be able to take care of my loved ones." "I'm sure you're an enviable groom," you joke, lightly nudging the guy in the ribs with your fist. He laughs, and his gaze turns to you [[kinder|NickTalkHouse][$social += 1; $NickT to 0; $NickRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <</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">> <>

<> <<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 $NickHouse >= 1>> [[Nick's Apartment|NickHouse][$AP -= 1; $SexRand to random (9); $SexRandScene to random (2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

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

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.

<> <<if $Day >= 1>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungeclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $CurrentLoan = $Loan + $LoanInterest>> <<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 $PSleepEnd == 1>> <img src="img/End/ENSleep1.webp"> Deciding to while away the time on the road, one of your captors suggested "testing the fresh meat." Everyone supported the idea. As a result, the car stopped periodically throughout the journey so the driver could change, and the newly released driver would join the general fun and line up for the "testing." You, however, were the main attraction – laid out on the bottom of the truck, held in strong male hands, you took their cocks one after another in a circle. At one point, you even began to think your captors were simply spinning in circles... But then you stopped caring – you lost [[consciousness|PSleepEnd][$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>> <>

<> <<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; $Parkrand to random(3)]] <<else>> You've already walked around the park today! <</if>> [[Sit on a Bench|Park][$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)]] <<elseif $Parkrand == 3>> <<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 == 2>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/park/parkrelax.jpg"> <</if>> Having found a bench that suits your purposes, you happily settle down on it, giving your muscles a rest. Blissful relaxation allows you to not only get a small share of pleasure, but also gives you a break to put your thoughts in order. Using spontaneous rest, you re-evaluate your strength and plans for the rest of the day, thinking about what else you can do today and what places to visit. [[It's a pity that you can't slow down time|Park][$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 $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; $PaulaRelationship += 1]] <</if>> [[Return|Library][$PaulaT to 0]] <>

<> <<if $PromiscuityEnd == 0>> <img src="img/Nightclub/Nightclub1.webp" width="720"> As a result of your time in the City, you became excessively depraved and vulgar. Corruption and debauchery took hold of you, which led me to... work at a local strip club. After starting going there for company and to feel beautiful, you found yourself spending more and more time in their staff rooms. Now you're not just dancing for the customers—you're expected to satisfy their desires both on stage and after work. [[PromiscuityEnd][$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 $PromiscuityEnd == 2>> <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd3.webp" width="720"> Nights merge in a haze of whiskey and sweat-dampened bodies. You move gracefully between the back rooms and the stage, the bass rumble vibrating through your hips as you twirl to the music. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd4.jpg" width="720"> Sometimes the Scarlet Lady allows members who have paid for a special offer to test you after work, locking you in the playroom with silken shackles while various hands caress and caress your tender, youthful flesh. During the day, you lean back on the leather sofa, sipping whiskey and counting the hours until a new start. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd5.jpg" width="720"> Your fingers lazily trace intricate scuff patterns on the plush leather beneath you as another shot of whiskey softens your morning haze. Your ass presses into the soft pillow, every movement pressing your naked body into the cool couch. The door to the playroom is already open for the day's festivities. <img src="img/End/PromiscuityEnd6.jpg" width="720"> A young frat boy arrives early, haltingly admitting his guilt to the Scarlet Lady for requesting such an exclusive session at the wrong time. His feigned innocence is marred by his obvious hunger for you—he visibly tenses in his pants when you beckon him [[closer|PromiscuityEnd][$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>> <>

<> <<if $RadaR == 0 && $RadaS1 == 1>> <<if $EdvardQuest == 0>> <<set $EdvardQuest to 1>> <</if>> <<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>> <<if $RadaRelationship <= 5>> <img src="img/cafe/Rada.webp" width="720"> - Because fuck you, darling. I'll never explain myself to that visiting cunt again! - She snaps back, and you, not expecting such a rebuff, are confused, causing Rada to laugh, changing the tone of the conversation. - God, don't be so serious! I behave the way I like, and if you have a problem with that, just don't talk to me. No one is dragging you into personal conversations! You want to say something about this, you even open your mouth to object and explain that this is a childish position, but Rada just gives you the middle finger, [[moving away from you|Cafe][$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 $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 $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 $SelfMade == 0 && $AP >= 1>> <img src="img/misc/SelfStud.jpg" width="720"> You sit in silence, deciding what to do now. [[Study for exam|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 1; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice self-care|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 2; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice Rhetoric|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 3; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] [[Exercise|SelfMadingAlim][$SelfMade to 4; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 0 && $AP == 0>> You're too tired to do anything but rest. [[Return to Hostel|Hostel]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 1>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/Study.png" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/Study1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> You sit down at the table, laying out all the resources available to you to prepare for exams, taking advantage of the moment. You spend several hours mastering the material, hoping that your head wasn't too far off and that something will stick in your memory. <<set $intellect += random (2)>> <<if $intellect <= 25 and $items[0].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (3)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 26 and $intellect <= 50 and $items[2].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (3)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 51 and $intellect <= 75 and $items[3].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (3)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 76 and $items[4].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (3)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to get on with the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|SelfMadingAlim][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 5]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> You sit down at your desk, laying out all the resources available to you to study for your exams, taking advantage of the moment. You spend a few hours mastering the material, hoping that your head wasn't too far off and that something will stick in your memory. <<set $intellect += random (2)>> <<if $intellect <= 25 and $items[0].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (3)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 26 and $intellect <= 50 and $items[1].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 51 and $intellect <= 75 and $items[2].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 76 and $items[3].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (2)>> <</if>> <<if $SexRand <= 2>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 3>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|SelfMadingAlim][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 5]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/SelfMU.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/SelfMU1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/SelfMU2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> You sit down at the table, turning on the light and settling in front of the mirror. For several hours, you repeat from memory what you've seen others do or experiment with new ones. Your goal is to learn how to apply makeup, style your hair, curl your eyelashes—in general, to make yourself more beautiful in every way a girl can. You have to recall the experiences you gained back in school. It wasn't for nothing that you went to sleepovers with your girlfriends, where everyone actively shared experiences! <<set $beauty += random (2)>> <<if $items[15].owned>> <<set $beauty += random (2)>> <</if>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/Rit.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/Rit1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/Rit2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> You stand in front of the mirror to better see yourself from the outside. Your stance, your behavior, your habits. Overcoming your composure, you begin by reciting tongue twisters to develop your diction and vocabulary. Even this isn't easy. Then, you begin reading ballads, newspaper excerpts, and anything else you can get your hands on, trying to pronounce the words correctly. At the same time, you carefully maintain your posture, shoulders straight, and avoid gesticulating wildly. The mirror ceases to be your enemy, gradually becoming, if not a friend, then an ally, or at least a silent observer without an opinion of its own. <<set $social += random(2)>> <<if $items[5].owned>> <<set $social += random(3)>> <</if>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 4>> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/misc/SelfFit.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/misc/SelfFit1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/misc/SelfFit2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/misc/SelfFit3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> You free up enough space so that it's, if not convenient, then at least You can exercise tolerably well. Your exercise choices are limited by space, training, and available equipment. Nevertheless, you manage to find a decent set of exercises that distributes the load more or less evenly throughout your body. After a couple of hours of this, you feel tired, but have done your job well. Practice makes perfect, as they say in your homeland. All that remains is to make training a habit <<set $fitnes += random (2)>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[6].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[7].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[8].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[9].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[10].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $fitnes <= 51 and $items[11].owned>> <<set $fitnes += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $TimeD <= 1>> <<if $SexRand <= 7>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 8>> [[Looks like you're not alone...|SelfMadingAlim][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 6]] <</if>> <<elseif $TimeD >= 2>> <<if $SexRand <= 2>> [[Time to continue the day|AlimRoom][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SexRand >= 3>> [[It seems you're not alone here...|SelfMadingAlim][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 6]] <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 5>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You're studying from your textbook, trying to prepare for the exam, and you've already wasted quite a bit of time. So caught up in the process, you don't notice Alim entering your room. He comes up behind you, places his hands on your shoulders, and begins kneading them. It's... pleasant, but distracting. Besides, you know what's coming next... Alim will demand attention and the satisfaction of his "needs." You feel a sudden jolt as rough fingers dig into your shoulders. Alim comes up behind you, his hands roughly kneading your muscles. His cologne—something with notes of sandalwood—fills the small space of the study area. "Shhh," he says in your ear, his accent thick and rolling. "You think too much, girl. Very sweet, but..." He struggles to find the English word, switching to his native language, the words escaping quickly before returning to broken English. "Your body is very tired." His hands move down, his thumbs pressing against your collarbone, sliding along the curve of your neck and stroking your chin with surprising tenderness. But you know this tenderness is fleeting—with him, it never lasts long. His breathing changes instantly as he leans closer. "Come on," he whispers, already lifting you from your books. His erection presses firmly against your back through two layers of clothing. "Be gentle, please," you say quietly, pushing his hands away. You don't meet his eyes as Alim steps around you and stands in front of you. The collar of his shirt is unbuttoned two buttons, revealing the dark stubble on his neck. Even in the dim light, his gaze is sharp, <<linkreplace "insightful">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack4.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack5.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack3.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Why?"—his laugh is quiet, questioning. He steps closer, squeezing you between his broad body and the desk. "Better hard. This way I..." he struggles to find the right word, then smiles coldly at your obvious impatience. "You like it rough sometimes." The truth hurts because you gave him reason to believe it. A hot blush spreads across your chest. The books surround you, indifferent to this familiar game of attraction and repulsion. Alim reaches for you again, this time slipping his hand under your chin and forcing you to look up. The atmosphere in the room dissipated.You feel yourself tighten as he lifts you onto the table. "Spread your legs," he commands, his accent growing more intense with desire as he presses against your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs, pushing them wider despite your resistance. "I know you want this. Last time…" You struggle against him, but his strength is unwavering. He captures your lips before you can protest, punctuating your words with powerful kisses that taste lightly of tobacco and mint. The tension inside you builds before he finally fills you, his rhythm fast but not gentle. The wooden edge of the table digs into your back as Alim thrusts hard, emitting guttural moans into your mouth. The books fall to the floor unnoticed. His hands still touch your hips possessively, marking his territory with a bruising force. When it's over, Alim pulls away without further ado, deftly buttoning his jeans. "You read too much. Life can't be read in books," he says simply before leaving. The door clicks behind him, but your body remembers [[his presence|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You're studying for your exam, and you've already wasted quite a bit of time. So engrossed in it, you don't notice Alim entering your room. He comes up behind you, puts his hands on your shoulders, and starts kneading them. It's... pleasant, but distracting. Besides, you know what's coming next... Alim will demand attention and his "needs" met. His rough fingers press against your shoulder muscles, and while the pressure feels good, you can sense his impatience lurking beneath. Alim is the type of man who doesn't waste words or gestures. His Arabic accent grows thicker as he speaks, a sign that he's focused on one thing. "Studying hard, huh? Student..." His breathing grows heavier as his hands drop to the base of your neck, where he knows it will make you arch forward. His grip tightens, not cruelly, but with clear intent. "But you know what, Habibi? "I've been gone all day, and I need something right now." His free hand drops to your knees, his fingers brushing your thigh, and he positions himself directly behind you, his muscular torso pressed against your back. He doesn't need to say more; the heat radiating from his body speaks for itself. "And since you're mine now, you'll take care of me, right? Just like we agreed." He shifts his hips forward, letting you feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against the small of your back. His hands move lower, sliding to your stomach, pulling you back against him. Now his mouth is at your ear, he whispers in a low, husky voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Don't make me ask again," he whispers, gently nibbling your earlobe. His fingers curl possessively over your stomach as he grinds against you, making his intentions clear. "I work all day, I come home, and I want to rest. You understand, right? That's my right as your landlord." His fingers press harder against your stomach, and he moves, rocking his hips to ensure there's no doubt about his desire. The hand that had been massaging your shoulder now comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your head back slightly to look you in the eyes. "Look at me when I talk to you," he commands, his dark eyes burning with heat. His other hand slides lower, his fingers brushing the fabric of your shorts, clinging tightly to your body. "You know what I want, habibi. And you're going to give it to me properly, right? Don't pretend you don't know what to do." He moves again, pressing his erection harder against your back, and his hand on your stomach begins to move in slow circles. His breathing is heavy and measured, a stark contrast to the way his body reacts to yours. His grip on your jaw is firm but not painful—just enough to emphasize his words. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do," he growls, his Arabic accent thickening as he speaks. "I saw how"You act like this when I fuck you. You like it when I take what I want from your tight little pussy." His hand on your stomach slides lower, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts, tracing the waistband of your panties. He pulls you even closer to him, his other hand still holding your jaw tightly, and his breath hitches slightly as he grinds against you. " That's it, habibi," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. " Do you feel how much I need you? I've been thinking about this all day while I've been working hard. Now you're going to stop playing with me and get on your knees where you belong." He lets go of your jaw only to grab your arm, roughly turning you to face him. His free hand immediately cups the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, and he pulls you toward him. With his other hand, he quickly undoes his belt and zipper, lowering the fabric of his pants slightly to free his erect penis. His heat burns your stomach as he moves your head precisely there, <<linkreplace "kuzha wants">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlemBlow.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlemBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlemBlow2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> " Suck me properly," he commands, his voice His voice is husky and raspy with arousal. He tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your face closer. "Make me come faster, because I have more important things for us later." You can smell his musky and salty scent, thick in the air between you. His cock pulses against your stomach as he waits, anticipation radiating off him in waves. His breathing becomes labored, his chest rises and falls rapidly, and he arches his hips forward, seeking more friction against you. "Yes, that's it..." he growls approvingly as you work his cock, your tongue teasing the tip before sliding down his shaft. He groans deeply, his hips twitching involuntarily as you take him deeper. One hand grips your hair, the other grips the table, his strong muscles visibly tense. "Fuck, habibti... I've been dreaming about this all damn day." His praise is rough and direct, not at all gentle, but his touch remains firm, not painful. "Take me deeper... use that pretty mouth." His breathing As you work, his free hand reaches for your ass, squeezing it possessively. "Yeah, that's it... fuck, I'm going to cum in your throat if you keep this up." After a few more minutes of intense sucking, his grip on your hair tightens as he reaches his limit. "I'm going to cum." His hips tense under your hands as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. Hot streams reach the back of your throat, and he groans deeply, his whole body shaking as he spills his pent-up desire into your waiting mouth. His hands grip your head tighter, guiding your mouth down until he's completely empty, his hips bucking uncontrollably. When he finishes, he lifts you by your hair, his dark eyes still blazing with satisfaction. "This is what I needed," he growls, his voice raspy. He quickly tucks his pants in, not even bothering to fasten his belt. His hand is still tangled in your hair when he leans down, and his lips touch yours in a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves you [[breathless|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim.gif" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/SudyAlim.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You're studying for your exam, and you've already wasted quite a bit of time. So engrossed in it, you don't notice Alim entering your room. He comes up behind you, puts his hands on your shoulders, and starts kneading them. It's... pleasant, but distracting. Besides, you know what's coming next... Alim will demand attention and satisfaction of his "needs." His fingers penetrate your tense muscles, applying just enough pressure to loosen the knots formed from hours of studying. His rough hands cause sharp, barely noticeable spasms in your shoulders and back. "Stress, too much stress," he mutters in his strong voice.in a rich accent, switching seamlessly between languages. His thumbs dig deeper into your trapezius muscles, slowly rolling them in circles that take your breath away. Without warning, he suddenly turns your chair so that you are facing him. His eyes scan your face with greedy intensity. "You work too much," he growls, his accent growing thicker as his need intensifies. One rough hand grips your jaw, lifting your head slightly. "You need to relax, habibi. I'll help you with that." His other hand slides down, cupping your thigh, squeezing it possessively. His gaze drops to your lips, then snaps back. The hunger in his dark eyes is undeniable. "Today you belong to me." He closes the distance without hesitation, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you. His grip is firm but not painful, his fingers digging into the curve of your back, and in one smooth movement, he takes you. Before you can process what's happening, his lips are pressed against yours with almost desperate force. Alim smells of mint and something sharply masculine. His tongue penetrates your lips, asserting dominance from the start. One hand grips your hair, tilting your head for better access, and the other slides down, cupping your buttocks, pressing you flush against him. His hard cock pressing against your stomach leaves no doubt of his intentions. When he finally breaks the kiss, his breath is ragged and hot against your face. His dark eyes burn with unmistakable desire. "No lessons tonight," he purrs, his accent growing increasingly tense with arousal. "You're going to learn something more important tonight." His calloused hand slides under the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips gliding slowly and deliberately up your spine. The contrast between his working hands and your soft skin sends unexpected shivers through your nerves. "Take it off," he orders, tugging the fabric up sharply and confidently. You obey without thinking, raising your hands as he removes your shirt. His dark gaze locks on your bra-clad breasts, your pupils dilating with unbridled desire. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches back and unbuttons your simple robe with practiced ease. The cool air caresses your newly exposed skin before his hands wrap around you, groping your breasts with undisguised pleasure. "That's better," he growls, tracing one sensitive nub with his thumb until it hardens under his touch. "Now the rest. I want to see all of you." His commanding tone leaves no room for negotiation, and in one smooth motion, he pulls down your shorts and panties. As they pool at your feet, he steps back to admire you, his gaze searing your naked body. "Perfect," he whispers, his fingers slowly and deliberately caressing your stomach. The rough pads of his fingers stop just above your inner thigh, causing an ache that begs for more. Alim notices your parted lips and the way his touch catches your breath—he's acutely aware of the effect he's having on you. His confident hands quickly make short work of his clothes, tossing them into a neat pile before you can even comprehend what he's doing. As he stands before you, his arousal evident in the impressive length between his legs, his smirk a smirk of sharp white teeth. He effortlessly scoops you up into his arms, your body rising easily in his strong embrace as he carries you to the waiting bed. Soft sheets press against your skin as he carefully lays you down. His movements are certainly possessive - he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. Alim kneels between your legs, his rough hands gripping your inner thighs, spreading your legs for <<linkreplace "his pleasure">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> The touch almost bends your body as intense heat instantly spreads through you. Alim moans, pressing against your skin, the vibration adding another layer of torment to the sensations. His fingers dig into your hips as he holds you tightly, rSavoring every second of his feast. He works methodically, focusing on sensitive areas and varying the pressure for maximum effect. His relentless mouth now works against you, his... tongue finding the perfect rhythm, causing your back to arch off the mattress. Your hands grip the sheets, fingers entwined in the fabric, pleasure building inside you like a tide. When he finally adds his thumb to press against that sensitive bundle of nerves, you can't suppress the moan escaping your throat. "There you are," he growls, satisfaction laced in his voice. One broad hand slides up to cover your stomach, holding you tight, and he resumes his relentless assault. Your hips arch into his mouth, despite his restraining hand, seeking more friction. In response, he inserts two fingers without warning, curling them in just the right spot. The stretching, combined with the relentless movements of his tongue and thumb, sends waves of pure ecstasy coursing through your nerves. Alim drives you to the edge without hesitation, his mouth working relentlessly until you explode with a shuddering cry. His groan shakes your delicate skin as he squeezes every drop of pleasure from you. When he finally releases you, he slowly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes shining with intense satisfaction. "You're delicious," he growls, his voice trembling with pride and arousal. His hands slide beneath you, lifting your hips, and he positions himself at your entrance. Without waiting for consent or preparation, he enters with one sharp thrust. The sudden penetration stretches you pleasantly as he plunges deep into your wetness. Alim pauses inside you for a moment, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers, more to himself than to you. Slowly, he begins to move, each thrust measured and controlled, despite the fire in his eyes. He withdraws almost completely before entering again, gradually increasing the pace. His rough hands grip your hips firmly, tilting them for maximum pleasure as he penetrates you at the deepest point of each thrust. His heavy eyelids never leave your face as he moves above you, watching your reaction intently. "That's it," he purrs, "take me all." His thumb finds your clit again, moving in lazy, teasing circles as he pistons into you. Double stimulation sends <<linkreplace "pleasure shocks">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> Alim gradually increases the tempo, his powerful body working to bring you to another peak. His breathing becomes shorter and more ragged as he approaches his own orgasm. Suddenly, with incredible force, he flips you over, lifting you to your knees before you can protest. His hand lands sharply on one cheek, sending a rush of heat across your skin. "Upside down," he commands, positioning himself behind you and thrusting inside again. This new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, and he grunts contentedly from the increased friction. Alim's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging in, and he resumes his relentless thrusts. Every movement is calculated to bring you both maximum pleasure, his body sweating as he thrusts into you again and again. His pace becomes increasingly uneven as his arousal builds, and control begins to slip. His rough growls and mutters in his native tongue mix with English as he struggles to contain himself. The headboard rhythmically slams against the wall, creating a noise that echoes throughout the room. His breathing becomes ragged as he approaches the edge, his thrusts becoming increasingly frantic as he races toward orgasm. One hand releases your hip to cup your breast, his fingers twisting your nipple in time with his final, furious thrusts. With a hoarse cry, Alim thrusts deeply into you and holds himself inside, spilling his cum. His body trembles for several long moments before he finally goes limp, pressing his forehead against your shoulder blades as he tries to catch his breath. When he finally pulls away, he collapses next to you, his arms possessively wrapped around your stomach. “Okay,” he mumbles, already half asleep.uv. His heavy breathing deepens almost immediately, and he falls asleep, still hugging you, [[like a contented cat|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<elseif $SelfMade == 6>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You've laid out a mat in Alim's room to work out with your meager equipment. You have neither the money nor the desire to go to the gym, but abandoning your body is a bad choice. So you're forced to find a place to do these exercises at home. You're just warming up for your workout when Alim enters the room. A predatory smirk never leaves his face when he sees you in tight workout clothes, already warmed up and ready... for him. Tension hangs in the air as Alim closes the door behind him, his dark eyes watching your every movement. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing the sharp angles of his collarbones and a wisp of hair on his chest. He speaks in accented English, his words thick with innuendo. "You work very hard, kitten. Good girl." You sense a dangerous note in his voice as he approaches, his broad-shouldered frame casting shadows across the room. His movements, as if running his hand through thick hair, make the muscles in your forearms visibly tense. He leans forward slightly, inhaling deeply near your neck, where you're still slightly flushed from your warm-up. "But the body needs more exercise than jumping around like a small animal." His fingers brush against your wrist, rough from work and warm from the heat outside. "Your hands are shaking," he notes with intense interest, his breath fanning your ear. "You know where this is going, right?" Before you can respond, his hand slides up to grab your throat—not squeezing, but holding you with enough force to make you realize how close you're to overstepping your bounds. His other hand moves to your hip, his fingers digging possessively into it as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body and the undeniable hardness pressing against your thigh make it clear what he wants from you. "What is the true purpose of training?" he murmurs, his accent thickening with arousal. "To please a man who sees you like this. To know that he will want you. To feel strong because your body is strong enough to handle everything he gives you." His teeth graze your earlobe, his grip on your neck loosening just enough to tilt your head back. "It's just training," he whispers against your lips, his tongue greedily licking his lips. "The true test is whether you can handle what comes next." His fingers tighten around your neck for a moment before sliding down and roughly cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your top. The contrast between the possessive roughness of his hands and the gentle, teasing tone of his words sends conflicting signals through your body. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher. "Show me what you can take, kitten. Prove you're worthy of the effort I'm putting into you." Without waiting for an answer, he pulls you back until your back hits the edge of the mattress. His hands work quickly, removing your top in one smooth motion, and then his lips are pressed to yours. The kiss is demanding and overwhelming—teeth, tongue, and the faint taste of spices on his lips. His hands slide down, wrapping around your waist, and Alim effortlessly lifts you onto the bed, hovering over you. His breathing has become ragged, and you see the hunger in his eyes as he looks at your bare breasts. One hand traces the curve of your hip, while the other roughly squeezes your breast, his thumb slowly and deliberately tracing <<linkreplace "your hardening nipple">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You "Beautiful when you submit," he growls, leaning down to pepper your collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue slides down the line of your neck before he lightly bites you where your pelvis connects.your tongue and neck, leaving barely noticeable marks on your skin. The way he dominates you—his rough treatment, his demanding voice—somehow intensifies everything, making every touch sharper, more intense than any other sexual experience you’ve ever had. His hand slides under the waistband of your pants, his fingers sliding between your legs with easy confidence. “Already wet for me,” he purrs against your skin, his fingers moving with purpose. He kneels between your parted thighs, his eyes darkening as he watches his hand work between your legs. “Good girl,” he growls, watching you squirm under his touch. He moves quickly, turning your body so that your head hangs over the edge of the bed. His hands grip your hips tightly as he lowers his mouth to you, taking his time, licking you with slow, measured strokes that send waves of pleasure through your body. Every time you moan or arch into him, his grip tightens, keeping you exactly where he wants you. He smoothly runs his tongue over your sensitive skin, gently building pressure until you feel your hips twitch involuntarily. Just when you feel yourself approaching orgasm, he stops abruptly, leaving you breathless and frustrated. "Impatient," he chuckles, lifting his head to meet your gaze with a sly smirk. His hands slide up, cupping your breasts, his thumbs rubbing in circles. He licks your nipples as he tugs at them, licking the moisture from his lips. "But that's not all." He returns to the bed, kneels beside you, and begins unbuckling his belt. The leather strap clicks as he smoothly loosens it, his dark eyes locked on yours as he pulls it from its loops. Alim folds the thick leather belt in half, letting one end hang at your hips, while his other hand strokes the bulge protruding from beneath your pants. The intensity of his gaze foreshadows something both captivating and terrifying. His movements are measured as he undresses, revealing a chiseled torso with defined muscles and a thin trail of dark hair trailing down. Alim kneels at the edge of the bed, his cock hard and ready, his gaze pinning you in place. He speaks in a quiet but commanding tone, his accent thick with desire. "Are you ready for this, baby?" The question hangs in the air as he wraps one large hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. His free hand slides over your stomach with commanding fingers, pausing to trace the outline of your entrance through the fabric of your sweatpants. Suddenly, he rips them open, and the sound of ripping fills the air. His grip on your cock tightens as he approaches, aligning with your entrance. "Look at me," he commands, and when your eyes meet, he enters with one strong thrust. A pained gasp escapes your lips as he pushes all the way to the base, your body stretching to accommodate his thickness. He stays in this position for a moment, his hands squeezing your hips to hold you in place, letting you get used to the feeling of <<linkreplace "him completely filling you">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimPress2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "" he asks, his voice husky with restraint as he watches your face, searching for any sign of anxiety. When he sees you shake your head slightly, a satisfied growl erupts from his chest. "Good." His fingers dig into your skin as he begins to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that send his heavy balls slapping against your buttocks. Every movement of his hips sends waves of discomfort and dark pleasure through your body. The bed creaks beneath you, punctuated by your muffled moans and his steady rhythm. Every time you feel yourself approaching orgasm, he slows down, waiting for your body to adjust before starting again. His thrusts become increasingly uneven, each one pushing you deeper into the mattress. Beads of sweat bead on his forehead as he struggles to maintain control, his muscles tense with tension. As your fingers grip the sheets, his movements become more forceful.harder, he strives for his own release. "I'm going to cum inside you," he growls, his pace growing frantic. His grip on your hips tightens as he burrows all the way in, spilling his seed with a guttural groan. You feel every pulse as he fills you completely, his body shaking above you. Alim collapses next to you on the mattress, breathing heavily, [[trying to catch his breath|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You've laid out a mat in Alim's room to exercise with your meager equipment. You have neither the money nor the desire to go to the gym, but abandoning your body is a bad choice. So you're forced to find a place to do these exercises at home. You're just warming up for your workout when Alim enters the room. A predatory smirk never leaves his face as he sees you in your tight workout clothes, already warmed up and ready... for him. Alim stands at the entrance, his gaze gliding over your sweat-drenched body as he leans against the doorframe. "You look..." his English stutters before he switches to his native tongue with a rough chuckle. "Damn, you look like you were put here to seduce me." The smirk on his face widens as he spots the mat and dumbbells, clearly amused by your resourcefulness. "You work out every day? " His question is full of hidden meaning, and he unbuckles his belt slowly, with lazy arrogance. "You should take better care of your body. It's... valuable.." He steps closer, invading your personal space without invitation. His cologne burns you, mingling with the leather of his jacket as he towers over you, kneeling. "Maybe I could help you stretch," he whispers, running his finger along your jaw. "I know exactly how to make you feel... flexible." Your breath quickens as Alim's finger slides along the line of your neck, his dark eyes fixed on yours with greedy intent. The room suddenly feels smaller, warmer—filled with energy between you. "What kind of help do you mean?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly as he runs his tongue over your lips. His touch is possessive, unyielding, leaving no doubt about what he wants. He drops the pretense of subtlety, grabs your wrist, and lifts you in one swift motion. "Like when I fuck your sweet little body until you can't walk straight," he growls, his words thick with Arabic as he nibbles your earlobe. His free hand slides under your sweatshirt, calluses scraping against your skin as he caresses one of your breasts. "Your tits look even better today than yesterday," he purrs, twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're dressed for working out," he continues, his breath hot against your ear, his grip on your wrist tightening. "I like it. It means you don't have to take your clothes off later." Before you can respond, he spins you around and pins you back against the doorframe, his hips pressing against you. His fingers slide along the edge of your sports bra, finding the clasp with alarming dexterity. The fabric snaps open, and he roughly pulls it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. "Look at this," he whispers, running his rough thumb over your hardened nipple, then pinches it sharply, sending a sudden rush of pain and pleasure through your body. With his free hand, he pulls down your shorts in one swift motion, letting the cool air caress the exposed skin of your thighs. He lets go of you for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath. The heat of his body envelops yours as he presses you against the wall, his cock pressing insistently against the thin fabric of your jeans. His mouth presses against yours, his teeth nipping hard at your bottom lip, causing a burning sensation before his tongue darts in to claim what <<linkreplace "he wants">> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimCuny1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> His hands slide down to cup your buttocks, lifting you easily and retreating back to his bed. The muscles in his arms flex with each movement, emphasizing the strength that comes from a dangerous lifestyle, not from training at the gym. He unceremoniously throws you onto the mattress, the impact shaking the entire room, and he immediately follows, covering your body with his. His hands quickly unclasp your bra, tossing it aside, before his mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking it with rough greed. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds his erection against your thigh, the friction clearly revealing his need. His teeth graze your collarbone, and his hands slide under your buttocks, lifting your hips to meet his. Without warning, he tears the rest of the fabric from you with quick, precise movements, leaving you naked and vulnerable beneath him. The bed creaks under his weight as he settles between your legs, his gaze meeting yours with a feral intensity. "I want to hear it from you," he demands, his voice a dangerous rumble as he slips two fingers between your folds, finding you already wet despite his rough treatment. "Tell me how much you want it." His teeth catch on your earlobe again, squeezing it lightly as his fingers penetrate with merciless insistence. The stretch burns, reminding you of his thickness, while your body responds with a treacherous heat. His thumb circles your clit slowly and deliberately, using movements designed to drive you wild, not to please you. He pauses, his tense expression never changing as he... He caresses your swollen clit with a slow, agonizing stroke of his thumb. "Because I plan to take exactly what I want," he continues, his voice thick with promise. His hand pulls away from your legs, leaving you gasping as he unzips his jeans with quick, purposeful movements. The metallic click of the zipper seems impossibly loud in the quiet room as his erection bursts forth, thick and heavy. He runs a rough hand down the length, smearing pre-cum over the head before directing it <<linkreplace "to your entrance">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimSex2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "Here comes my good "Girl," he purrs as the tip brushes against your folds, testing your readiness before thrusting in with relentless force. The burn consumes you as he buries himself all the way to the base, his thick cock stretching you with one merciless thrust. A sharp groan escapes his throat as he pounds into you, his fingers digging into your hips so hard they bruise, setting a punishing rhythm. With each thrust, his balls slap against your ass, the sound mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of his cock sliding against your slickness. "You feel even better than I imagined," he groans in broken English, his hips jerking forward to drive his cock deeper. He breathes heavily, fucking you with merciless, single-minded focus, using your body as a toy to satisfy his own needs. His free hand wraps around your neck, not squeezing—just applying enough pressure to remind you who's boss as he thrusts his hips with relentless force. The headboard slams against the wall, the wooden frame creaking under the force. "Yes, yes, that's it." Each thrust feels like he's tearing you in half, his thick cock stretching your tight entrance to its limits. His moans fill the room as he fucks you with the relentless intensity that characterizes all his movements. Beads of sweat break out on his forehead as he increases his pace, his entire body tensing in pursuit of release. Without warning, he rolled you over with a grunt, urging your hips upward before thrusting into you again with brutal force. His fingers gripped your hips, controlling every movement as he pounded into you from behind. The slap of skin filled the air, mingling with his ragged breaths and your occasional moans. He reached forward to wrap his hand around your neck again, pressing down this time, and fucked you relentlessly. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice guttural, his thrusts becoming increasingly intense.He thrust faster and deeper as his grip tightened. I want to feel you squeeze my cock." Your body instinctively responded to his commanding touch, the pleasure quickly building as he dominated your senses. His tight grip on your neck, combined with the brutal pace of his thrusts, drove you over the edge. Your walls clenched around his thick cock as orgasm ripped through you, your muscles contracting with the intense waves of release. He doesn't slow down, doesn't let up one bit. On the contrary, his pace grows increasingly brutal as he fucks you to orgasm, determined to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from your body before he reaches his own climax. His breathing becomes ragged, sharp moans escaping him as he reaches his own peak. With a guttural roar, he spills deep inside you, his hips bucking wildly as hot cum floods your shuddering vagina. He stays inside for a few long moments, making sure every drop finds its place before finally pulling out [[with a slick sound|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimTease1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> You've laid out a mat in Alim's room to exercise with your meager equipment. You have neither the money nor the desire to go to the gym, but abandoning your body is a bad choice. So you're forced to find a place to do these exercises at home. You're just warming up for a workout when Alim enters the room. A predatory smirk never leaves his face as he sees you in tight workout clothes, already warmed up and ready... for him. "Well, well... What do we have here?" Alim's gaze rakes hungrily over your sweat-drenched body as he enters without permission. The way he moves, deliberately brushing against you, throwing his jacket on the table, makes it clear he's hunting. The muscles in his shoulders and arms naturally tense as he makes himself at home, claiming your space. Your gym shorts ride up slightly as you shift on the mat, drawing his attention to your hips. His smirk widens, growing hungrier. "Russian girls are always so... energetic. Maybe I should join your training?" His hand slides, fingers brushing against your wrist as you try to lift it, stopping the movement. His touch is rough, possessive. "Your English is improving," you choke out, your breath quickening from more than just the strain. His closeness fills the cramped space, his heat palpable as he leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear. "So is my patience," he growls, tightening his grip on your wrist. You can feel the calluses from his labor on his fingers, rough against your smooth skin. His free hand slides up your inner thigh, pushing the damp fabric of your shorts aside as if they weren't there. When his thumb finds the sensitive skin where your hip and pelvis meet, he presses hard enough to make you gasp. Pain shoots through you, mingling with the undeniable sensation of his body pressed against yours. "You working out alone in my room, wearing clothes that show me everything I want to see," he continues, his breath hot on your neck. "Do you think I'm blind? That I don't notice the way you bite your lip when you think no one's looking?" His thumb digs deeper into your muscles, kneading them roughly, sending conflicting signals to your body. Your body tenses as Alim's fingers dig deeper into your flesh, but instead of pain, an unfamiliar warmth spreads between your thighs. His rough hands contrast sharply with your soft skin, calluses scratching you, and his breath tickles your neck. "That's it, little mouse," he purrs, noticing the way your hips move subtly in response to his touch. "I know what you want, even if your mouth says otherwise." His other hand slides higher up your inner thigh, pushing the fabric of your shorts past the curve of your buttocks. Cool air rushes across your bare skin as he rips your clothes off in one swift motion, tearing the thin fabric like paper. Before you can react, he turns you around, pressing your face into the mattress with surprising force. Your nose presses into the foam padding, and his knee pushes your thighs apart. His presence looms behind you, his warmthSela envelops you as he grinds against your ass through your pants. "See how we do? I'm giving you space," he growls, his hand sliding to your neck, not squeezing, but tight enough to control you. "You clean up. You say thank you. Now it's time for an even bigger thank you." His free hand slides underneath you, fingers searching between your legs. He finds you already wet, heat pulsing throughout your body despite your protests. His thick fingers penetrate, moving roughly, and he hisses, "Always so wet when you try to hide. So perfect for what I need." The mattress dips as he thrusts forward, trapping you beneath him as <<linkreplace "his hips sway">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBack2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> "You think about it all day?" he whispers hoarsely, pressing himself against your neck. His teeth scrape the delicate skin beneath your ear. "When you walk past me in that tight skirt... when you bend over in the laundry room..." His words come out as a growl as his fingers tighten inside you, stroking the spot that makes your legs tremble. His other hand continues to squeeze your neck, not strangling but demanding, his breath hot against your skin, feeling your arousal and the remnants of sweat from your workout. The rough calluses on his fingertips cling to your sensitive inner walls, sending pleasure and a burning sensation of possession throughout your body. His knee presses harder between your thighs, pushing them apart as his hips slowly move like pistons. "That's it, little mouse," he praises, his voice shaking with satisfaction as he feels you clench around his fingers. His free hand slides under your shirt, finding your breast through the thin fabric. His thumb strokes your erect nipple with understanding force. When he finally withdraws his fingers, you cry out in surprise at the emptiness. He abruptly lifts you by the hair, turning you to face him. His fingers, slick with your desire, grip your chin, forcing your head back. "Open your mouth," he commands, gliding his thumb over your nipple. Before you can refuse, the taste of your own mingles between your lips. The taste mingles with something salty and metallic—his skin, his work, his essence. His thumb presses against your tongue, rough with labor, demanding your obedience as he watches your expression, searching for any sign of hesitation or disgust. "You're so greedy in your kisses," he growls, freeing his thumb to grab the back of your head. He pulls you forward, his other hand frantically undoing his belt. The heavy clank of the buckle hitting the floor mingles with the sound of his zipper unzipping. His cock springs out, thick and hot, slapping against your stomach. He effortlessly pushes you to your knees, his hands roughly touching your shoulders. The feel of the rug beneath your knees reminds you of your vulnerability in this position, surrounded by his overwhelming presence. His grip tightens as he positions you exactly where he wants, his cock throbbing against your cheek. "Look at me, girl," he demands, his accent growing increasingly tense with <<linkreplace "unbridled desire">> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow2.webp" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/AlimBlow1.webp" width="720"> <</if>> First Sip His cock floods your mouth, thick and warm and slightly bitter. He doesn't give you time to adjust, his hips already thrusting forward to penetrate your lips. The thick head presses against the back of your throat, making you swallow, tears welling in your eyes. His hand doesn't gently grip your hair, holding you still as he fucks your mouth relentlessly. "Perfect," he groans, his breath ragged as he watches your flushed face and struggling movements. "Swallow every drop, yes, that's it." His other hand drops to your jaw, forcing your mouth open wider as he thrusts deeper, his cock pressing against the back of your throat.With savage, crushing thrusts. The sound of his breath fills the tight space, thick and greedy as he uses your mouth with merciless intent. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but the burn in the back of your throat makes you want more. His grip on your hair tightens, his movements becoming more ragged, his breathing becoming more hoarse. "Gonna fill your throat, little mouse," he growls, his hips bucking as he nears orgasm. The hand on your jaw cups your cheek, holding you there as he fucks your mouth furiously. The thick head of his cock swells, pouring hot, thick fluid down your throat, and you instinctively swallow his erupting cum. His breathing gradually slows as he pulls away, his cock glistening with your saliva and cum. He uses your hair to wipe the last drops from your lips before releasing you. "Clean me properly," he demands, leaning back on the table and watching you finish with your tongue. Once his cock is clean, he stands up, lifting you by the hair. Without warning, his rough fingers penetrate your wet vagina, filling you with two thick fingers, and he smirks at your moan. "You think this is the end? Just a little blowjob?" He rhythmically moves his fingers in and out, your walls clenching at the intrusion. "No, little mouse. "I have something else for you." The phone vibrates on the table, an unfamiliar name and a series of quick messages in Arabic appearing on the screen. Alim's jaw tenses, his attention flickering between you and the device. You're about to wipe him clean again, your mouth already open around his thick cock, when the phone's vibration distracts him. The sudden tension in his shoulders becomes apparent as he stares at the screen. His grip on your hair loosens, his other hand stilling inside you. The Arabic text is fast and dense, hinting at urgency or perhaps bad news. His nostrils flare as he reads, his expression shifting from possessive lust to something more dangerous—calculation mingled with irritation. After a moment of silent consideration, he removes his fingers from your wet entrance and pulls back, quickly withdrawing. "Wait here," he barks, snatching his phone from the table. He quickly scrolls through his messages and heads for the door, but before leaving, he throws you a dismissive glance over his shoulder. "Five minutes. Then get out of my room." [[Sigh, nod, and compose yourself|Hostel][$AlimRelationship += 2; $hostelrep += 1; $promiscuity += 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SelfMade == 0 && $AP >= 1>> <img src="img/hostel/SelfStud.jpg" width="720"> Amid the hustle and bustle of the common area, you find a nook where you can study. [[Study for Exam|SelfStudLounge][$SelfMade to 1; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice Self-Care|SelfStudLounge][$SelfMade to 2; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random (2); $AP -= 1]] [[Practice Rhetoric|SelfStudLounge][$SelfMade to 3; $SexRand to random(9); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 0 && $AP == 0>> <img src="img/hostel/SelfStud.jpg" width="720"> You're too tired to do anything but rest. [[Return to Hostel|Hostel]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 1>> <img src="img/hostel/LoungeStud.webp" width="720"> You sit down at your desk, laying out all the textbooks you can to study for your exams, taking advantage of the moment. You spend a few hours mastering the material, hoping that your head wasn't too far off and that something will stick in your memory. <<set $intellect += random (1)>> <<if $intellect <= 25 and $items[0].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 26 and $intellect <= 50 and $items[2].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 51 and $intellect <= 75 and $items[3].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $intellect >= 76 and $items[4].owned>> <<set $intellect += random (1)>> <</if>> [[Time to get on with the day|Hostel][$TimeD += 1]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 2>> <img src="img/hostel/LoungeStud.webp" width="720"> You sit down on an ottoman, immersed in an article about modern fashion, its trends, and changes. <<set $beauty += random (1)>> <<if $items[15].owned>> <<set $beauty += random (1)>> <</if>> [[Time to get on with the day|Hostel][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <<elseif $SelfMade == 3>> <img src="img/hostel/LoungeStud.webp" width="720"> You find a free seat, taking it and immersing yourself in learning the new basics of communication. Phrases so unfamiliar to you must be internalized, behavior patterns that seemed wild and alien in your homeland. You use YouTube as a guide, occasionally engaging in small dialogues with other guests. With varying success. <<set $social += random(1)>> <<if $items[5].owned>> <<set $social += random(1)>> <</if>> [[Time to continue the day|Hostel][$TimeD += 1; $SelfMade to 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Mall == 0>> <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/sexshop2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/sexshop1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> A fairly spacious and extensive adult store, located on the ground floor of a building. Inside, there's a pleasant, erotic atmosphere; the toys, outfits, and other items all fit together surprisingly harmoniously, with the carefully chosen lighting and decor, leaving a pleasant impression rather than the usual feeling of awkwardness and alienation. After wandering around the halls for a bit, you look at the goods with interest, and having made your choice, you approach the counter. [[Buy the goods here|SexShop][$Mall to 4]] [[Talk to Claire|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 0]] <<if $MassageJob == 0>> [[Small Ad|MassageParlor][$Mall to 100]] <<elseif $MassageJob >= 1>> [[Go to the massage parlor|MassageParlor][$Mall to 0]] <</if>> <<if $GloryHole >= 1>> [[Go down to Basement|GloryHole][$Massage to 0]] <</if>> <<if $TimeD == 1>> [[Exit Shop|Morning]] <<elseif $TimeD == 2>> [[Exit Shop|Afternoon]] <<elseif $TimeD == 3>> [[Exit Shop|Evening]] <<elseif $TimeD >= 4>> [[Exit Shop|Night]] <</if>> <<if $Mall == 4>> <div style="text-align:center;"> <h2>Sex Shop</h2> </div> <div style="display: grid; grid-template-columns: repeat(4, 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/items/vibrator.jpg" width="100"> Vibrator A standard vibrator for intimate pleasure. <<if $sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[0].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[0].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[0].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[0].price>> <<set $sexToys[0].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[0].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/dildo.jpg" width="100"> Dildo A classic dildo device. <<if $outfits[1].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[0].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[0].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[1].owned>> Item has already been purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[1].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[1].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[1].price>> <<set $sexToys[1].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[1].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/magicwand.jpg" width="100"> Magic Wand A powerful massager for quick and intense sensations. <<if $sexToys[2].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[2].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[2].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Limit promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[2].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[2].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[2].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[2].price>> <<set $sexToys[2].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[2].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/smallvibrator.jpeg" width="100"> Small vibrator A miniature vibrator, easy to carry. <<if $sexToys[3].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[3].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[3].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[3].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[3].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[3].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[3].price>> <<set $sexToys[3].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[3].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/plug.jpeg" width="100"> Butt Plug Toy for preparation and experience enhancementa. <<if $sexToys[4].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[4].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[4].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[4].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[4].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[4].price>> <<link "Buy" (<<=$sexToys[4].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[4].price>> <<set $sexToys[4].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[4].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/selfbond.jpg" width="100"> Set for Self-Bondage A set for independent role-play and restraint. <<if $sexToys[5].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[5].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[5].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[5].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity Limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[5].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[5].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[5].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[5].price>> <<set $sexToys[5].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[5].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/paddle.webp" width="100"> Spaddle A classic spanking accessory. <<if $sexToys[6].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[6].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[6].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[6].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[6].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[6].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[6].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[6].price>> <<set $sexToys[6].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[6].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/items/whip.jpg" width="100"> Whip A tool for more intense sensations. <<if $sexToys[7].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$sexToys[7].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[7].bonus.promiscuitylimit>>+<<=$sexToys[7].bonus.promiscuitylimit>> Promiscuity limit. <</if>> <<if $sexToys[7].owned>> Item already purchased <<else>> <<if $money >= $sexToys[7].price>> <<link "Buy (<<=$sexToys[7].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $sexToys[7].price>> <<set $sexToys[7].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$sexToys[7].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> [[Return to Main Hall|SexShop][$Mall to 0]] <</if>> <</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(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>> <>

<> <<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 $Day >= 1>> <<set $showerclean to 1>> <<set $hostelclean to 1>> <<set $hostelloungclean to 1>> <<set $RadaTalk to 1>> <<set $Day -= 1>> <<set $CurrentLoan = $Loan + $LoanInterest>> <<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 $items[12].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $items[13].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<if $items[14].owned>> <<set $AP += random (1)>> <</if>> <<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 && $fitnes <= 75>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|Hostel][$AP += 6]] <<set $gymp1 to 2>> <<set $Parkwalk to 2>> <<set $Parkjog to 2>> <<elseif $fitnes >=76>> I had a wonderful sleep, but now it's time to [[wake up|Hostel][$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>> <>

<> <style> .stats-container { line-height: 1.4; /* Уменьшает высоту строки */ margin: 0; padding: 0; } .stats-container br { display: block; margin: 4px 0; /* Уменьшает отступы после */ content: ""; } .stats-line { margin: 4px 0; padding: 0; } </style> <div class="stats-container"> 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"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 7>> <img src="img/outfits/officeoutfit.png" width="140"> <<elseif $currentOutfit == 8>> <img src="img/outfits/sexyofficeoutfit.png" width="140"> <</if>> <div class="stats-line"> I have <<print Math.round($money)>> dollars</div> <div class="stats-line"> I can do another $AP activities</div> <<if $CurrentLoan >= 1>> <div class="stats-line">My debt now: $CurrentLoan dollars</div> <</if>> <div class="stats-line"> I have paid for $hostelstay hostel stays <<set $Totalbeauty = $beauty + ($activeBonus.beauty || 0)>> <<set $Totalfitnes = $fitnes + ($activeBonus.fitnes || 0)>> <<set $Totalintellect = $intellect + ($activeBonus.intellect || 0)>> <<set $Totalsocial = $social + ($activeBonus.social || 0)>> <<set $Totalpromiscuity = $promiscuity + ($activeBonus.promiscuity || 0)>> <div class="stats-line">My athleticism is: $Totalfitnes</div> <div class="stats-line">My intelligence is: $Totalintellect</div> <div class="stats-line">My beauty is: $Totalbeauty</div> <div class="stats-line">My social skills are: $Totalsocial</div> <div class="stats-line">My promiscuity: $Totalpromiscuity</div> $Day days left until the exam <div class="stats-line">До экзамена осталось $Day дней</div> </div> <>

<<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 $ClaireRelationship to 0>> <<set $OfficeSlut to 0>> <<set $End 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 $NickHouse to 0>> <<set $NickS to 0>> <<set $NickSex to 0>> <<set $barsex to 0>> <<set $Jack to 0>> <<set $Alim to 0>> <<set $AlimRoom to 0>> <<set $AlimRelationship to 0>> <<set $Jenny to 0>> <<set $JennyRelationship 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>> <<set $AlimBuff1 to 0>> <<set $NickBuff1 to 0>> <<set $OfficeBuff1 to 0>> <<set $Loan to 0>> <<set $CurrentLoan to 0>> <<set $LoanInterest to 0>> <<set $TalkT to 0>> <<set $ClaireT to 0>> <<set $ClaireRelationship to 0>> <<set $Loanshark to 0>> <<set $LoanOffice to 0>> <<set $OfficeSlut to 0>> <<set $End to 0>> <<set $MassageJob to 0>> <<set $MassageSkill to 0>> <<set $Massage to 0>> <<set $GloryHole to 0>> <script> window.secretCode = atob("WmFub1paYQ=="); </script> <<set $result to 0>> <<set $outfits = [ { id: 0, name: "Jeans Outfit", img: "img/outfits/jeansoutfit.png", price: 0, owned: true, description: "Your casual everyday clothes", bonus: { beauty: 6, social: 4, fitnes: 6 } }, { id: 1, name: "Blouse Outfit", img: "img/outfits/blouseoutfit.png", price: 200, owned: false, description: "An elegant blouse for formal meetings", bonus: { beauty: 8, social: 12, promiscuity: 4 } }, { id: 2, name: "Waitress Outfit", img: "img/outfits/waitressoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "A uniform for working as a waitress", bonus: { waitressskill: 10, social: 6, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 3, name: "Barista Outfit", img: "img/outfits/baristaoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "A barista uniform with a special style", bonus: { baristaskill: 10, social: 6, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 4, name: "Librarian Outfit", img: "img/outfits/librarianoutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "A strict outfit for working in a library", bonus: { intellect: 10, librarianskill: 14, social: 4 } }, { id: 5, name: "Bar Girl Outfit", img: "img/outfits/bargirloutfit.png", price: 250, owned: false, description: "A bold outfit for working in a bar", bonus: { bargirlskill: 12, social: 12, promiscuity: 4, beauty: 12 } }, { id: 6, name: "Sport Outfit", img: "img/outfits/sportoutfit.png", price: 200, owned: false, description: "Training costume", bonus: { fitnes: 12, beauty: 4, social: 4 } }, { id: 7, name: "Office Outfit", img: "img/outfits/officeoutfit.png", price: 300, owned: false, description: "Office lady costum", bonus: { officeskill: 12, beauty: 8, social: 8 } }, { id: 8, name: "Sexy Office Outfit", img: "img/sexyofficeoutfit.png", price: 400, owned: false, description: "For attention and work in office", bonus: { officeskill: 4, beauty: 16, social: 8, promiscuity: 6 } } ]>> <<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); }>> <<set $sexToys = [ { id: 0, name: "Вибратор", img: "img/items/vibrator.jpg", price: 100, owned: false, description: "Стандартный вибратор для интимного удовольствия.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 5, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 1, name: "Дилдо", img: "img/items/dildo.jpg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Классическое фаллоимитаторное устройство.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 5, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 2, name: "Магическая палочка", img: "img/items/magicwand.jpg", price: 240, owned: false, description: "Мощный массажёр для быстрых и ярких ощущений.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 4, promiscuitylimit: 12, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 3, name: "Маленький вибратор", img: "img/items/smallvibrator.jpeg", price: 80, owned: false, description: "Миниатюрный вибратор, удобный в переноске.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 3, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 4, name: "Анальная пробка", img: "img/items/plug.jpeg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Игрушка для подготовки и расширения опыта.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 5, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 5, name: "Набор для самобондажа", img: "img/items/selfbond.jpg", price: 200, owned: false, description: "Комплект для самостоятельных ролевых игр и фиксации.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 6, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 6, name: "Лопатка", img: "img/items/paddle.webp", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Классический аксессуар для шлепков.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 6, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } }, { id: 7, name: "Плётка", img: "img/items/whip.jpg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Инструмент для более интенсивных ощущений.", bonus: { beauty: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, promiscuity: 1, promiscuitylimit: 6, waitressskill: 0, baristaskill: 0, librarianskill: 0, bargirlskill: 0 } } ]>> <<set $currentOutfit = 0>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[0].bonus>> <<set $items = [ { id: 0, name: "Beginner Study Guide", img: "img/items/int1.png", price: 80, owned: false, description: "Materials for learning basic knowledge.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 1, name: "Study Guide", img: "img/items/int2.png", price: 80, owned: false, description: "A standard course covering general disciplines.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 2, name: "Advanced Study Guide", img: "img/items/int3.png", price: 80, owned: false, description: "An in-depth guide for expanding knowledge.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 3, name: "Entrance Exam Study Guide", img: "img/items/int4.png", price: 80, owned: false, description: "Study materials for exam preparation.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 4, name: "Electronic Study Guide", img: "img/items/study_electronic.jpg", price: 160, owned: false, description: "A convenient digital textbook with updatable content.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 5, name: "Modern Rhetoric Textbook", img: "img/items/rhetoric.jpg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Helps develop confidence and persuasion skills.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 6, name: "Fitness Self-Study Guide", img: "img/items/fitnessguide.jpg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "The basics of training and body conditioning.", bonus: { intellect: 0, social: 0, fitnes: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 7, name: "Fitness Mat", img: "img/items/mat.jpeg", price: 40, owned: false, description: "An essential accessory for workouts.", bonus: { fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, social: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 8, name: "Dumbbells", img: "img/items/dumbbell.jpeg", price: 40, owned: false, description: "Increase the effectiveness of strength training.", bonus: { fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, social: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 9, name: "Ankle Weights", img: "img/items/weights.jpg", price: 40, owned: false, description: "Increase exercise intensity.", bonus: { fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, social: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 10, name: "Hula Hoop", img: "img/items/hoop.jpg", price: 40, owned: false, description: "Good for cardio and waist training.", bonus: { fitnes: 0, beauty: 0, intellect: 0, social: 0 } }, { id: 11, name: "Resistance Bands", img: "img/items/elastic.webp", price: 40, owned: false, description: "Compact and convenient training equipment.", bonus: { fitnes: 0, intellect: 0, social: 0, beauty: 0 } }, { id: 12, name: "Orthopedic Bed", img: "img/items/orthopedicbed.jpeg", price: 400, owned: false, description: "Improves sleep quality and recovery.", bonus: { beauty: 0, fitnes: 0, social: 0, intellect: 0 } }, { id: 13, name: "Deep Sleep Set", img: "img/items/sleep_set.jpg", price: 240, owned: false, description: "Mask, earplugs, and everything needed for peaceful sleep.", bonus: { beauty: 0, fitnes: 0, social: 0, intellect: 0 } }, { id: 14, name: "Weighted Blanket", img: "img/items/weighted_blanket.png", price: 240, owned: false, description: "Reduces stress and improves sleep and relaxation.", bonus: { beauty: 0, fitnes: 0, social: 0, intellect: 0 } }, { id: 15, name: "Makeup Self-Study Guide", img: "img/items/beautyself.jpg", price: 120, owned: false, description: "Allows you to learn and reinforce makeup basics.", bonus: { beauty: 0, fitnes: 0, social: 0, intellect: 0 } } ]>> <<set $characters = [ { id: 0, name: "Jenny", gender: "female", img: "img/characters/Jenny.jpg", relationship: $JennyRelationship, quest: $Jenny, locations: ["Hostel"], description: "A young girl who lives and works at the Hostel. She helps newcomers get settled in the city and is always ready to give advice or help if she can. Somehow she combines sociability with intelligence.", quote: 'I live in the Hostel, I work in the Hostel, and I have fun mostly in the Hostel. Some people say that makes me limited — I say it is the result of excellent organization. And hey, you always know where to find me if you have questions or need help… Obviously you know where to look!' }, { id: 1, name: "Jack", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Jack.png", relationship: $JackRelationship, quest: $Jack, locations: ["Hostel"], description: "The owner of the Hostel — the best place to start exploring the City. He invested all his soul and money into opening it, so he is always busy with work. Not very social. Reserved.", quote: 'I am still not sure I managed to pull this off… Damn, I invested too much into this to just walk away! Good thing Jenny is here… What was I saying? Pay or get out — I already went through the phase of letting people live on credit. People invented money long ago to replace barter — so go earn some if you want to stay under my roof!' }, { id: 2, name: "Rada", gender: "female", img: "img/characters/Rada.webp", relationship: $RadaRelationship, quest: $Rada, locations: ["Cafe", "Leonard's House"], description: "A blunt, at first glance rude and vulgar girl with Russian roots. Lives with her father and is forced to work in his café. Constantly skips work or rebels, sabotaging the workflow in small ways.", quote: 'Another walking pussy marching down a piss-soaked brick road toward her dream… No, sweetheart, I am not judging you. You are doing great. Tell yourself that more often, okay? Want some coffee? No? I promise I did not even spit in it this time. And in general, you are right — it is not your fault the coffee business is going to shit, and students drink too much vodka, burning their taste buds clean off, otherwise I cannot explain why they buy that fucking vending machine coffee!' }, { id: 3, name: "Leonard", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/leonard.jpg", relationship: $LeonardRelationship, quest: $Leonard, locations: ["Leonard's House", "Cafe"], description: "The owner of the café near the College campus. Divorced. Has a daughter. Far from being the life of the party — greedy and stingy. Despite loving money, he is bad at making it. Angry at his ex-wife, worried about his daughter. Fond of young women.", quote: 'If you know how to clean — I have work for you. If you know how to hustle and are ready to… put in the effort — I have plenty of work. If you are a stuck-up bitch — get the hell out of here, do not waste my time. There are plenty like you on the streets — wanting a crown from the sky but not willing to bend their backs or get on their knees for it!' }, { id: 4, name: "Paula", gender: "female", img: "img/characters/Paula.webp", relationship: $PaulaRelationship, quest: $Paula, locations: ["Community Center", "Library"], description: "A modest, slightly shy and calm girl. A loyal assistant to Mrs. Elizabeth and the girlfriend of the Community leader, Mark. Dislikes conflicts. Without even realizing it, she has gathered a group of people around her who share her love for games, board games, and cosplay.", quote: 'I am glad you are with us. There are not many people in this town that I really like — I hope you become one of them. What? Oh yes, you can find me in the Library or the Community Center — we have an interest club there, come by if you have time. And now excuse me — I would love to chat, but Mrs. Elizabeth wants this archive sorted by evening.' }, { id: 5, name: "Mrs. Elizabeth", gender: "female", img: "img/characters/Elizabeth.webp", relationship: $ElizabethRelationship, quest: $Elizabeth, locations: ["Library", "Elizabeth's House"], description: "Strict. Dominant. Influential. Runs the Library and used to head the College disciplinary committee. Prefers strict hierarchy and order. Believes pain is the best teacher, and fear of pain is the best motivation to follow rules. Surprisingly fair, she knows how to reward and how to keep work and personal life separate.", quote: 'The meek shall inherit the earth. Never heard that? And that it is better to gnaw the granite of science with young teeth? Tsk. Such gaps in erudition… You will have to study hard to get into College, and even more so to avoid being expelled like a cork from a bottle. I will help you, if you give me the opportunity. It is all about labor and self-discipline. Idleness weakens, work hardens. Start with a job in the library — and you will not even notice how knowledge piles up.' }, { id: 6, name: "Nick", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Nick.png", relationship: $NickRelationship, quest: $Nick, locations: ["Bar", "Nick's House"], description: "A calm and balanced young man, owner of the Bar. Ready to pour a drink, listen, and offer a job. Has been through a lot, gaining diverse skills and a broad outlook. Loyal to friends and good at setting boundaries.", quote: 'You take an order — bring it to the client, take the cash. Simple. If we work well together, I will teach you how to mix cocktails, you will stand behind the bar and earn real money. Or you can hustle my customers for tips — your call. I need help, but I can help too — listen, advise, or tell a story. Worst case — keep you company over a drink. Do not disappear — drop by often, everyone is welcome here.' }, { id: 7, name: "Alim", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Alim.webp", relationship: $AlimRelationship, quest: $Alim, locations: ["Hostel"], description: "A guy from somewhere in the Middle East. Straightforward and self-confident. Does not like talking about himself, his plans, or his affairs. Never misses a skirt in the Hostel. Often overly persistent. He has his own private room.", quote: 'Cherchez la femme! — my father used to say. He added — she will make your life easier. Ease your fatigue and feed you. He liked Balzac, if you know what I mean. I am my father’s son, and I tell you — I will feed you, shelter you, and protect you in exchange for obedience and service to me as a husband.' }, { id: 8, name: "Mark", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Mark.webp", relationship: $MarkRelationship, quest: $Mark, locations: ["Community Center", "Nick's House"], description: "Ambitious and charismatic. The leader of the student movement that started a war against Mrs. Elizabeth and achieved remarkable success. Smart, cunning, and moderately vain. Rumor has it he is dating Paula just to spite Mrs. Elizabeth.", quote: 'Knowledge is power! Knowledge will break the chains of slavery! No, that is not quite right… need to think… Oh, it is you? Hi. Have you decided to join us yet? You should. By the way, we give discounts on tuition to our… allies, if you know what I mean. And if you prove yourself now, it will be much easier for you to take a достойное place among the Communities after enrollment. Think about it. Just think.' }, { id: 9, name: "Larry", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Larry.webp", relationship: $LarryRelationship, quest: $Larry, locations: ["Bar", "Pawn Shop"], description: "A joker, womanizer, and drunkard in the eyes of many. Otherwise it is hard to explain why he is always at the bar. Owner of the Pawn Shop in the Mall.", quote: "" }, { id: 10, name: "Gregor", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Gregor.webp", relationship: $GregorRelationship, quest: $Gregor, locations: ["Loan Office", "Research Room"], description: "An intellectual fascinated by history and ancient texts.", quote: "" }, { id: 11, name: "Varrdis", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/Varrdis.webp", relationship: $VarrdisRelationship, quest: $Varrdis, locations: ["Dungeon", "Foggy Alley"], description: "A mysterious character with a questionable past.", quote: 'People limit themselves in so many ways. They are ashamed of themselves, of their desires. In vain. I give them a chance to open themselves, help them learn to trust others, to give more than they receive. Ironic, is it not? I force no one — everything is purely voluntary. And free. Of course, if you are willing to show gratitude… there will always be someone who will say… “thank you” to you.' }, { id: 12, name: "Edward", gender: "male", img: "img/characters/edward.png", relationship: $EdwardRelationship, quest: $Edward, locations: ["Cafe", "Book Store"], description: "A calm and intelligent young man, passionate about science and about Rada. He manages to deal with her temper and quirks, balancing between indulging her and subtly correcting her behavior. Friends with Mark and hates coffee.", quote: 'We do not know each other well. I am Rada’s boyfriend. At least I have been for the last few years, so hey — tell me if she starts picking on you or snapping at you. I will talk to her. By the way, when you have time, drop by our Brotherhood — everyone is welcome there.' } ]>> <<set $LarryRelationship to 0>> <<set $GregorRelationship to 0>> <<set $VarrdisRelationship to 0>> <<set $EdwardRelationship to 0>> <<set $LeonardRelationship to 0>> <<set $RadaRelationship to 0>> <<set $PaulaRelationship to 0>> <<set $ElizabethRelationship to 0>> <<set $NickRelationship to 0>> <<set $MarkRelationship to 0>> <<set $AlimRelationship to 0>> <<set $JackRelationship to 0>> <<set $JennyRelationship to 0>> <<set $JennyQuest to 0>> <<set $AlimQuest to 0>> <<set $JackQuest to 0>> <<set $RadaQuest to 0>> <<set $LeonardQuest to 0>> <<set $EdwardQuest to 0>> <<set $ElizabethQuest to 0>> <<set $PaulaQuest to 0>> <<set $MarkQuest to 0>> <<set $NickQuest to 0>> <<run $updateStats()>>

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

<> <<set $variable to random(3)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Nick/TV.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Nick/TV1.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Nick/TV2.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Nick/TV3.jpg" width="720"> <</if>> <<if $Rand == 0>> You are scrolling You're flipping through the channels, sitting in front of the TV with snacks, lazily watching one show after another. For a while, you're not bothered. Then you think of a random number and, closing your eyes, flip through the chosen number of channels. The roulette wheel lands on some semi-erotic show where they discuss explicit topics and occasionally say dirty things. After thinking for a bit, you decide that this might be useful – maybe they'll show you something new, if not, just expand your [[vocabulary|NickHouse][$promiscuity += random (2); $AP += 1; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Rand == 1>> You're flipping through the channels, sitting in front of the TV with snacks, lazily watching one show after another. For a while, you're not bothered. Then you think of a random number and, closing your eyes, flip through the chosen number of channels. The roulette wheel lands on an educational show. And although it's more entertaining than scientific or educational, you'll still learn something new through the series of experiments and discussions of the participants and characters. Who knows when this might [[come in handy|NickHouse][$intellect += random (2); $AP += 1; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Rand == 2>> You're flipping through the channels, sitting in front of the TV with snacks, lazily watching one show follow another. For a while, it doesn't bother you. Then you think of a random number and, closing your eyes, flip through the chosen number of channels. The roulette wheel lands on some TV show. You don't know the name, much less determine whether this is a live broadcast or a recording. The participants have come to a moderately charismatic host, sitting at a table slightly sideways to them. They are discussing events in show business, about which you know absolutely nothing. Nevertheless, you observe the participants' behavior, learning a few [[tricks|NickHouse][$social += random (2); $AP += 1; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Rand == 3>> You're flipping through channels, sitting in front of the TV with snacks, idly watching one show follow another. For a while, you're not bothered. Then you think of a random number and, closing your eyes, flip through the chosen number of channels. The roulette wheel lands on an active workout of girls with music. The trainer actively encourages you to imitate him, without any embarrassment. As you perform the exercises in sync, the presenter explains the purpose of certain movements and advises you not to put off until tomorrow what you can do now. Impulsively, you put down the snacks and get up from the couch, starting to imitate the girls' [[workout|NickHouse][$fitnes += random (2); $AP += 1; $TimeD +=1]] <<elseif $Rand == 4>> You're flipping through the channels, sitting in front of the TV with snacks, idly watching one show after another. For a while, you don't mind. Then you think of a random number and, closing your eyes, flip through the chosen number of channels. The roulette wheel lands on some glamorous show. At first, you're completely uninterested in what's happening on the screen—some men and women are discussing something. Interrupting each other occasionally and starting an argument, they eventually moved on to the model and began applying makeup, commenting on their actions and emphasizing the importance of consistency and steps. You then stopped what you were doing and began paying more attention, confident that you could [[apply these skills yourself later|NickHouse][$beauty += random (2); $AP += 1; $TimeD +=1]] <</if>> <>

<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 style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/officeoutfit.png" width="100"> Спорт Office suit clothes <> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.beauty>> Красота <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.fitnes>> Фитнес <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.intellect>> Интеллект <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.social>> Социальные умения <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.promiscuity>> Распущенность. <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.waitressskill>> Навыки офицантки <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.baristaskill>> Навыки баристы <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.librarianskill>> Навыки библиотекаря <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[7].bonus.bargirlskill>> Навыки барменши <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[7].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 7>> (Надето) <<else>> <<link "Переодеться">> <<set $currentOutfit = 7>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[7].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[7].price>> <<link "Купить (<<=$outfits[7].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[7].price>> <<set $outfits[7].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Цена: <<=$outfits[7].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div>  <div style="border:1px solid #aaa; border-radius:8px; padding:6px; width:140px; text-align:center;"> <img src="img/outfits/sexyofficeoutfit.png" width="100"> Спорт For demostration and work <> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.beauty>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.beauty>> Beuaty <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.fitnes>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.fitnes>> Fitness <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.intellect>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.intellect>> Intellect <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.social>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.social>> Social skill <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.promiscuity>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.promiscuity>> Promiscuity. <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.waitressskill>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.waitressskill>> Waitress skill <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.baristaskill>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.baristaskill>> Barista skill <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.librarianskill>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.librarianskill>> Librarian skill <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].bonus.bargirlskill>>+<<=$outfits[8].bonus.bargirlskill>> Bar girl skill <</if>> <> <<if $outfits[8].owned>> <<if $currentOutfit == 8>> (Wear) <<else>> <<link "Переодеться">> <<set $currentOutfit = 8>> <<set $activeBonus = $outfits[8].bonus>> <<run $updateStats()>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $money >= $outfits[8].price>> <<link "Купить (<<=$outfits[8].price>>$)">> <<set $money -= $outfits[8].price>> <<set $outfits[8].owned = true>> <<run Engine.play(passage())>> <</link>> <<else>> Price: <<=$outfits[8].price>>$ <</if>> <</if>> </div> </div> <<link "Go back">><<goto "Hostel">><</link>>

<> <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! <>

<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|Codes]] [[Author's Corner|WebHouse]] <<set $intro to 0>> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>>

<> <<set $prevPassage to passage()>> <<if $code1 == 1>> <<set $SupportBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code2 == 1>> <<set $GoodDayEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code3 == 1>> <<set $BadDayEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code5 == 1>> <<set $PromiscuityEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code4 == 1>> <<set $PSleepEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code11 == 1>> <<set $BarBitchEndBuff to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code6 == 1>> <<set $LeonardBuff1 to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code7 == 1>> <<set $LeonardBuff2 to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code8 == 1>> <<set $OfficeEnd to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code10 == 1>> <<set $AlimEnd to 1>> <</if>> <<if $code9 == 1>> <<set $NickEnd to 1>> <</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! 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<> <<if $End == 0>> <img src="img/End/Alimleft.jpg" width="720"> The stale air in the dorm room now seemed stifling, saturated with the scent of cheap laundry detergent and Alim's cologne. For several weeks, your world narrowed to the four walls of his temporary refuge—a stack of economics textbooks, the quiet hum of his laptop, the taste of the takeout coffee you shared. Your own dreams of college, of scholarships, faded into the background, giving way to the immediate, intoxicating reality of his presence. You adjusted to his rhythm. You woke up when he did, ate what he wanted, picked up on the subtle shifts in his mood—the clenched jaw that meant he needed silence, the certain glint in his dark eyes that meant he needed something else entirely. Your body, your time, your attention—it was all his. It seemed natural. Inevitable. So when he closed his laptop with a decisive click and said, "Done," I looked up from darning one of his shirts, needle in hand. "I'm done. I have nothing more to do in America." He leaned back in his creaky desk chair, his hands clasped behind his head. The fabric of his T-shirt stretched across his chest. - “I'm coming home.” The needle slipped, pricking your thumb. A drop of blood appeared on your skin, bright red. You stared at it. “Coming home.” Words were meaningless. Home was here, in this room with peeling paint and mismatched sheets. Home was the weight of his arm around your waist at night. Your lips parted, but you made no sound. He watched you, his expression unreadable. He saw the shock, the slowly building panic. His lips curved into the semblance of a smile. “Will you come with me?.” It wasn't a question. The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. The only sound was the frantic thump of your own heart against your ribs. "Come with me." The words hung in the air, a command disguised as an offer. My mind strained to comprehend it. College. The exam. The life you had planned. It all seemed like a weak, childish sketch next to his bright, demanding reality. "To... to your place?" You finally managed to say it in a thin whisper. You sucked on your pricked finger, tasting the sharp metallic taste of blood on your tongue. "Yes," he said, his voice low and confident. He stood like a predator and walked toward me. He didn't touch me, just loomed over me, filling the small room with his presence. "You think I leave my things here? You're my thing now. You belong to me." The words should have felt like a slap. But they didn't. They became a brand, searing and final. A truth you'd felt with your whole being for weeks, but didn't dare name. "My things." "My thing." You looked at him, at the dark, possessive certainty in his eyes, and something inside you broke. Not in protest, but in surrender. The fight you thought you had to put up simply... evaporated. "What would I do there?" you asked, your voice still quiet, but firmer now. Practical considerations were a shield, a way to avoid the terrifying, overwhelming enormity of what he was proposing. He reached out, and his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your cheek. The touch was possessive, not gentle. - “You will do what you do here. You will keep my room. You will keep my clothes. You will stay with me.” - His thumb traced my bottom lip. - “And there will be others. Other women. "You will help me deal with them." He studies your face, reading the resignation in your dilating pupils, the slight tremor in your lips that doesn't quite resemble fear. He sees a spark of something else—a dark curiosity, a thirst for purpose, a defined, albeit subordinate, role in your world. "Help... manage them?" you echo, and the idea, strange, illicit, takes root. ""Of course," he says, as if explaining the obvious. "You understand me. You understand what is required of you. You are smart. And you are mine. So you will be my... left hand." He stutters slightly as he pronounces the French word. - “I will be responsible for them if they are worthy of becoming wives. Otherwise, their relatives will not understand. Or I will use them for my pleasure if... If they are lonely. Like you... You will make sure that they bring me pleasure. vie. All of them. You will teach them.” - His gaze falls on your mouth. - “You will learn who is worthy of my time and who is not. And,” his voice drops to a hoarse whisper, “whenever I want you to be there. Always. You first.” - A quiet chuckle escaped his chest. He cupped my face in his hands, pressing his thumb into the hollow under my cheekbone. - “You think too much. This is not your job anymore. Your job is to say yes.” He leaned over, his warm breath brushing my ear. “Yes,” he repeated. You shuddered. The needlework lay forgotten in my lap. The dorm, America, the future you imagined—it all crumbled to dust, leaving only him. “Yes,” you whispered, the word unfamiliar and absolute to your taste. “Yes,” you repeated. He pulled back just enough to look at you, satisfaction etched in every handsome, arrogant line of his face. “Okay. We're leaving in two days. You'll tell Jenny you're not working anymore.” "You'll pack your things. Little things. We'll buy everything you need there." Everything in the dorm hallway looked different. Smaller. Insignificant. It was painted a dull beige that Jenny insisted was called "buttermilk," and worn by the hurried footsteps of promising students. For weeks, it had been the hallway of my world. Now it was a hallway I was leaving, moving along with a new, <<linkreplace "completely different purpose">> <img src="img/End/Alimleft2.jpg" width="720"> The air in Tunisia was thick with heat, the aroma of spices, and the distant hum of city life. You quickly became accustomed—Alim's world was intoxicating, and you were eager to please him. His villa was luxurious, with silk cushions, low tables, and the soft murmur of women passing through the halls. You quickly learned Arabic, picking up on the subtle intonations that expressed approval or displeasure. At first, you were just another girl in his orbit, but soon you became something more. His left hand. His eyes. His mouthpiece. At least in the nascent harem. Tonight, the newcomer knelt on the plush carpet between Alim's parted thighs, her dark eyes wide with nervous anticipation. She was young—maybe even too young—but Alim liked pliant women, and you'd spent the last week smoothing over her imperfections, teaching her how to kneel properly, how to swallow without choking. - “You did well.” Alim's voice was quiet and contented as he stroked the girl's hair, as if she were a prized pet. His dark eyes met yours, amusement sparkling in them. You had trained her. You had prepared her for this moment. And now, watching her lips obediently part around him, her throat tightening as she struggled to take him deeper, you felt a perverse <<linkreplace "flutter of pride">> <img src="img/End/Alimleft3.webp" width="720"> She sobbed, gripping his cock, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the effort she was putting into pleasing him. Alim chuckled, his fingers tangling in her hair, holding her still as he thrust shallowly into her mouth. "See?" he whispered to you, reaching out with his free hand to grasp your thigh possessively. "You teach them well." You smirked, leaning into his touch. Alim's villa was bathed in the golden hues of sunset, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The scent of jasmine drifted through the open arches, mingling with the musky scents of sweat and sex. You sprawled on a pile of silk pillows, watching the new girl—Nadya, her name was Nadya—struggling to keep up with Alim's rough pace. Her lips were slick, swollen from use, and every time she gagged, Alim only groaned, pushing deeper. "Damn," he muttered in a thick accent, "her mouth is like a vice." You smirked, lazily swirling your wine glass. "I told you she'd be fine." Nadya's fingers dug into his hips until her knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't pull away—she knew she wasn't. You were sure of it. The next morning, you found Nadya in the courtyard, wiping her mouth with water from the ornate fountain. Her eyes were red, but she held her head high when she saw you. You tossed her a <<linkreplace "clean handkerchief">> <img src="img/End/Alimleft3.jpg" width="720"> "You did well," you said. The words sounded automatic, rehearsed. Alim liked it when you reinforced his praise—or punishment. Nadya wiped her lips, her gaze wary. "That hurts." "That's how it's supposed to be." You leaned against the sun-warmed column. "He's not a gentle man. But he's generous. You'll see." 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<> <<if $End == 0>> <img src="img/End/NickBride.webp" width="720"> You spent more and more time with Nick. First at the bar, then at his place. Somehow, you moved all your things into his place, and began cooking and cleaning more and more often. Finally, when he proposed, you accepted. The wedding was modest, but Nick insisted on a proper ceremony, the bride's dress, and all that. His best man was Mark, his brother. Your bridesmaid was Paula, Mark's girlfriend. And also Rada and Jenny. After the wedding, Nick took you to his place. You threw a party for "inner circles," inviting almost no one. The guests had already left, the final congratulations had been said, and now the house was silent, broken only by the soft rustle of your wedding dress on the floor. Nick held you tightly in his arms, his fingers digging into your hips, and his hot breath <<linkreplace "burned" your neck>> <img src="img/End/NickBride1.jpg" width="720"> — “Well, wife,” his voice was low, with a hint of promise, “now you're all mine.” You felt a shiver run down your spine. Yes, you had been close before, but now everything was different. Officially. Forever. You bit your lip as Nick slowly lowered you onto the bed, his hands sliding over your body as if he wanted to memorize every curve. Your dress rustled softly as he pressed himself against you, his lips trailing hot spots down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "My wife..." he whispered, something primal in his voice that made your heart beat faster. You knew he'd always been a bit possessive, but there was something new in his words now—not just desire, but entitlement. You laughed, slightly nervously, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. "So, what are you going to do with your wife, mister?" Your fingers dug into his shoulders as Nick abruptly flipped you onto your back, pinning you to the mattress with all his weight. His eyes burned with that same fire that always drove you crazy—insistent, hungry, without a hint of humor. "Anything I want" He ran his hand along the lace hem of your dress, slowly lifting it higher, exposing your thighs. Nick took his time. His fingers glided over your skin, as if he were memorizing every centimeter, every curve, every breath. You felt your wedding dress gradually rise higher, revealing your thighs, and his hot palms left marks on your skin. — "Do you know how many times I've imagined this moment?" his voice was low, husky, almost a growl. You bit your lip, feeling his fingers already sliding under the tulle, touching the most sensitive spots. — "You say that like we've never done this before," you snort with a smile, looking at him, knowing perfectly well what he means, but not wanting to admit it just like that. You see his lips stretch into a predatory grin. His fingers, sliding along the inside of your thigh, suddenly squeeze a little harder, making you shudder. — "We did, of course," his voice is like slow, thick honey, "But now you're officially mine. That... changes the game." You feel his hand slide higher, the lace panties in the way just enough to be annoying. You try to prop yourself up on your elbows, but he immediately presses you back down, his weight warm and heavy, his gaze searing. Nick leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. — "You know what's best about a wedding?" he whispers, and you feel his fingers no longer just glide, but deliberately linger, lightly digging into your skin. — "Now no one will dare say I don't have the right to fuck you wherever I want." You snort, but the telltale tremor in your voice gives you away. — "Oh, so you've completely let yourself go now?" You try to maintain a mocking tone, but your voice breaks when his fingers abruptly tear the thin lace of your panties. The cotton of the fabric sounds indecently loud <<linkreplace "in the silence of the bedroom ">> <img src="img/End/NickBride3.webp" width="720"> — "Have you let yourself go?" — he chuckles, low and hollow, pressing his whole body against you so that you can feel his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. — "No, darling. I just finally got what I always wanted. No limits." His hand sharply bends your leg to the side, exposing you completely. The air cools against your damp skin, and you shudder involuntarily. His breath stIt gets harder, rougher. You feel his fingers glide over the most sensitive, already wet fold, slowly, exploring. He knows your body better than you do yourself, but today he's pretending to discover it anew. — "See?" — he removes his hand, and you hear the sound of his zipper unzipping. — "Everything is ready for me. My good girl." You want to snap back, to say something cheeky, but your voice gets stuck in your throat as he lowers himself heavily between your legs. Skin on skin. Nick didn't give you a chance to finish the thought—his lips covered yours in a greedy, wet kiss, while his hands roughly pulled down the remains of your lace panties. You felt his cock press against your thigh like hot iron, and his fingers were already sliding between your legs again, stretching the moisture, preparing you. — "So... you're going to act like a primal male now, just because we're officially married?" you breathed, but immediately dug your nails into his shoulders when two of his fingers abruptly entered you. Nick chuckled, his fingers moving inside you with slow, almost unbearable confidence. — "Official?" He leaned closer, his lips sliding down your neck, leaving a hot trail. — "No, darling. Because you're mine now. Completely. And I'll fuck you however I want." You wanted to reply with something brazen, but he pulled his fingers out and immediately thrust himself completely inside you—abruptly, without warning. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, and he only groaned softly, <<linkreplace "pressing you to the mattress">> <img src="img/End/NickBride4.webp" width="720"> — "God..." You barely had time to catch your breath before Nick began moving—slowly, almost mockingly, drawing out each thrust so you could feel every inch of him inside you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks. — "You're so... fuck, taking me so hard..." his voice was hoarse, breaking into a low groan as he lifted himself slightly to better watch his cock disappear inside you again and again. You felt your body completely surrender to his rhythm, each thrust forcing you deeper into the mattress. Your wedding dress slipped almost to your waist, exposing your breasts, and Nick didn't miss the moment—his hot mouth captured your nipple, his teeth lightly squeezing the tender skin, making you cry out. — "You... love it when I bite..." he whispered, and you couldn't deny it—a treacherous wave of pleasure rolled through your entire body, making your toes curl. Nick pulled back for a moment, his gaze triumphant and dark as the night outside. His hips continued to pump, driving you deeper into the pillows, the rhythm becoming not just slow but methodical, insistent—as if he was about to seal every cell of your body with his mark. "Mine," he breathed the word against your lips, the scent of his skin, mingled with alcohol and sweat, filling the air. "My wife, my bed, my home. Your body is now mine by all rights." “Do you understand?” - Everything about that moment sounded like a sentence and a promise at the same time. Nick's voice was so low and thick that it seemed to be resonating right inside you, heating your blood. His words were about rights and ownership, and although your rational mind tried to object, your body had already capitulated, treacherously responding to <<linkreplace "his every move">> <img src="img/End/NickBride5.webp" width="720"> You felt everything inside you clench in response to his words. Not from fear, but from some wild, primal excitement. You tried to push him away, but your hands only weakly rested on his chest. Nick caught your gaze - dark, full of desire and possessiveness. His fingers dug into your hips, pressing you even harder to the mattress, and his His movements became deeper, sharper, as if he wanted to penetrate the very core of you. “Do you understand?” he repeated, and there was no question in his voice, only a statement. His lips found your neck again, leaving wet, hot marks that would surely turn into bruises later. You no longer tried to object. At that moment, every word seemed superfluous, disrupting the fragile, taut harmony between you. The air in the bedroom was thick, rich with the scent of your bodies, expensive perfume, and something else—primal, animal. You let your hands slide over his tense shoulders and back, feeling the hot skin under your fingers, the beads of sweat, the hard muscles working in the rhythm of his movements. The wedding dress, once white and fluffy, was now just a lump of expensive fabric under your back and around your waist. der. You lay beneath Nick, feeling his powerful thrusts become more and more commanding, leaving you with little room to catch your breath. His fingers dug into your hips so tightly that they would surely leave bruises tomorrow, but for now it only fueled your arousal. "Are you... are you doing this on purpose so I can't speak?" you breathed out as he suddenly changed the angle, hitting that sensitive spot inside you. Nick chuckled, his hot breath burning your skin. "Of course. You're too much of a smart-ass, wife." You try to say something, but he abruptly changes his rhythm, and the words get stuck in your throat, turning into a broken moan. His fingers dig deeper into your hips, and you feel the warmth of future bruises beneath your skin—the marks he leaves on himself. — "Be quiet," his voice is low, almost a growl, as he continues moving, each thrust precise and deep. "Just feel it." You close your eyes, surrendering completely to the sensation. His skin is hot and damp with sweat, the muscles of his back tense beneath your palms. You lie beneath him, completely captivated by his rhythm. Each thrust resonates deep inside, causing your body to arch in silent appeal. The air in the room is thick, filled with the scent of your bodies, sex, and something wild that defies description. <<linkreplace "describes">> <img src="img/End/NickBride6.webp" width="720"> His hands, tightly gripping your hips, prevent you from moving, leaving red fingerprints on your skin. You feel how these marks will remind you of this night tomorrow, and the thought makes you clench even tighter inside. The bedroom was filled with sounds: Nick's ragged breathing, the crunch of the springs under the weight of two bodies, the rustle of the crumpled fabric of your wedding dress, and your muffled moans that you could no longer contain. He moved with increasing insistence, and it felt as if the boundary between your bodies had disappeared. You felt his every muscle movement, every nerve, every breath. He was everywhere—his weight, his scent, his demanding possession. His fingers left white, then crimson marks on the skin of your thighs—marks he placed not out of cruelty, but as a seal, a claim of ownership. Your dress slipped completely from your shoulders, turning into a snow-white ocean of wrinkled fabric at your back. The air in the bedroom became thick and hot, smelling of his skin, your perfume, and something sharp, primal—sex, sweat, the wetness between your legs. You felt Nick not as a separate person, but as an extension of your own body, like an element that engulfed you. His movements were methodical, relentless, each thrust deep and precise, as if he were measuring out your inner depths, only to fill it with himself forever. You lie beneath him, completely captivated by his rhythm, every movement feeling like both a sign of possession and a display of some wild, almost painful tenderness. His fingers dig deeper into your hips, and you feel the warmth beneath your skin—tomorrow these marks will become blue-violet bruises, his marks on your body. "Mine" he repeats the word again, and it sounds less like a declaration than a statement of fact, low and thick, right in your ear as his hips continue their relentless movement. You hear your own voice, hoarse and alien, as the words escape your lips: "Cum inside me." Nick freezes for a moment, his hips stopping moving, but his cock is still deep inside you, throbbing. You see his eyes widen, a flicker of surprise, and then a dark, hungry wave of understanding. "I want children," you add more quietly, almost shyly, but you can't stop yourself. His face contorts into a grimace of pure, unbridled desire. He looks at you as if only now realizing the full extent of his power and your submission. Nick freezes for a moment, his breath catching. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, as if in response to your words. His eyes, dark and full of animal lust, widen, then narrow, consuming you with renewed vigor. "Are you serious?" his voice is hoarse, low, almost disbelieving. He wasn't expecting this. Not now. Not after all this tension, this struggle. You nod, unable to utter a word. Your body speaks for you, clenching around him in silent confirmation. The grimace on his face softens, turning into something between surprise and triumph. Nick's fingers, clutching your hips, unclench, but don't let go of your skin. His palms become wider, softer, almost caressing, as if he were holding something fragile and infinitely precious. He slowly lowers himself to his elbows, his face falling into the sanmeters from yours. The scent of his sweat, his skin, his now fills the entire space between you. His breath is hot and heavy, <<linkreplace "touches your lips">> <img src="img/End/NickBride7.webp" width="720"> - "Then look at me," he says quietly, but in such a way that every sound is imprinted somewhere deep inside. - "Watch how I enter you. How I fill you with myself. “Forever.” His movements changed. They were no longer so frantic, but a new, crushing determination had entered them. Each thrust was slow, deep, to the limit. He took his time, as if measuring every millimeter he occupied inside your body, mastering it. You looked into his eyes, and in their dark depths you saw the reflection of the candle, the flame dancing in the black water, and your own open, lost face. He held that eye contact with tyrannical authority, not allowing you to look away. He continued. Slowly. Insistently. Each thrust was like an oath he drove into your very core. You felt his cock fill you to the brim, as if searching for the farthest, most secluded corner to occupy. And with each movement—slow, Careful, deep—you knew it was true. Your hands slid from his back. You wrapped them around his neck, feeling the muscles tense under his skin, the blood pulsing in your temples. His breathing was now hoarse, ragged, right in your ear. He didn't answer. The answer was movement—a slow, inexorable plunge that made you arch, digging your fingers into his shoulders. His eyes, dark and full of a new, greedy tenderness, never left yours. It seemed he was driving into you with each thrust not just flesh, but the very thought—of children, of the future, of him. You felt him entering you deeper and deeper, as if measuring your inner depths to fill it forever. His hands, so recently so rough, now rested on your hips almost Gently, but still powerfully, not allowing you to move. His body froze at the apex of penetration, one solid, tense arc above you. Even the sound of his breathing stopped—for a second, an unnatural silence filled the room, broken only by the crackling candle and the wheezing of your own lungs. And then he made a sound—a low, muffled, wild groan that seemed to come not from his throat, but from the very depths of his body. You felt it—a hot, pulsating wave that burst from him and filled you. He didn't just spill his seed into you. He filled you—with every thrust, with every jerk of his hips, as if squeezing every last drop out of himself. His fingers dug into your hips with renewed vigor, and you felt your body respond to him, clenching around him in response to every hot thrust. release. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his face—contorted with pleasure, with damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth half-open, hoarse, animalistic sounds escaping from it. You lay beneath him, still feeling his pulsation inside you. The air in the bedroom was thick, smelling of sex, sweat, and the wax of a dying candle. Your body was limp, your muscles trembling with tension, and between your legs it was warm and wet—a mixture of your juices and <<linkreplace "his seed">> <img src="img/End/NickBride8.webp" width="720"> Nick slowly sank onto you with all his weight, heavy, wet with sweat. His breath was hot against your ear, ragged. He didn't move, just lay there, filling you. to the limit, as if afraid even a drop would leak. — “Children,” he breathes out, and it sounds like a vow, like a sentence. “You will have them, wife.” There it is, the starting point of a new life. Everything in your body knew it—from the fiery traces of his fingers on your hips to the deep, pulsing warmth inside. He lay on top of you, a motionless weight, his heavy breathing cutting through the thick silence of the bedroom. No more words were needed. The promise you made him, and which he so mercilessly, so completely accepted, was now more than just a set of sounds. It was flesh. It was inside. You closed your eyes, letting the wave of utter exhaustion and some wild, peaceful joy engulf you. [[What else can I do, Tychus?|start]] <<set $NickBuff1 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $ClaireT == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> Claire, the permanent cashier in the sales area, looks at you from behind the counter. When you approach her, she stares at you silently, reluctant to start a conversation. You rarely hear even the polite questions you'd expect from other stores, like "How can I help you?" from her. Nevertheless, you know perfectly well that you can talk to her—she's a pro at shirking her responsibilities. <<if $AP >= 1>> [[Can you tell us about the store's selection?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 1; $AP -= 1]] [[Don't have time to talk?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 2; $AP -= 1]] <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> <<elseif $AP == 0>> <<return "Okay, consider the storm over!" >> <</if>> <<elseif $ClaireT == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> She nods before beginning to describe the items on the shelves. Gradually, like an experienced tour guide, oblivious to the fact that she's done this countless times before, and not just with you, she leads you from display to display, offering her commentary. Claire's professionalism is undeniable—she uses colorful, yet not vulgar, language when explaining and describing how a particular device works. She also makes a point of checking out the costume racks, winking and mentioning that some cosplayers shop at their store from time to time. The demonstration culminates in an offer to purchase some of your favorite toys or "training materials" where you can see how a particular device works on a live model. <<set $variable to random(1)>> <<if $variable == 0>> Ultimately, you thank her, realizing that this conversation has taught you a lot about the world of forbidden and not-so-forbidden pleasures, as the main focus was on reviewing all sorts of [[toys|SexShop][$promiscuity += random(2); $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1]] <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> You ultimately thank her, realizing that this conversation has taught you a lot about self-control and control in general, which has not only expanded your personal boundaries but also allowed you to better understand how to resist [[temptations|SexShop][$promiscuitylimit += random(2); $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1]] <</if>> <<elseif $ClaireT == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> "So what are we going to talk about?" she asks. You're having trouble telling if this conversation is a burden to her or if she's decided you're a good way to while away the time and have some fun during her workday. <<if $ClaireRelationship >= 6>> [[What's that staircase leading down next to the door to the massage parlor?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 10]] <</if>> [[Have you been working here long?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 3]] [[How did you learn to give massages?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 4]] <<if $GloryHole >= 1>> [[What's the point of Glory Hole?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 5]] [[How can you not stand working? Downstairs?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 6]] [[Aren't you disgusted by selling yourself?|ClaireTalk][$ClaireT to 7]] <</if>> <<elseif $ClaireT == 3>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> " It's been a while," she says, not at all embarrassed. "You could say I'm one of the first and longest-serving employees of this wonderful store." "And that doesn't bother you?" you ask. "Should it?," she asks, surprised. – “It's just a job, nothing extra. You get the goods, arrange them, put price tags on them, and consult with people. You know, unlike most stores, only the target audience comes here, and I don't have to lure people in with stupid banners or flyers.” [[Got it|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $ClaireT == 4>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> “ Just like everyone else – I studied, watched videos, and took private lessons when I could.” She shrugs. – “We have more of a relaxing massage, not an orthopedic one. You understand? No one expects you to cure their back, but to give them a couple of pleasant moments, to help them relax, to take their mind off things – yes. And artistry and your own intuition help more with this than memorized scripts.” “So, I just need to go and study?” you ask again. “[[Okay then|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $ClaireT == 5>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> "Same as massage, but different," she answers calmly, as if explaining the obvious e for a child - "Relaxation for the clients, making money for us and the establishment. It's just cheaper, more straightforward, and more vulgar. And even faster. If the guys in the massage parlor need entertainment, leisure, and company, then down there, they just value warm holes. Most don't even care who's behind the wall - a guy or a girl." - "Do guys work here too?!" you wonder, to which she nods indifferently, leaving you in [[mild shock|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $ClaireT == 6>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> "For me, it's more of a part-time job. I don't work there nonstop like some people" – Claire looks at you, as if reproaching your narrow-mindedness – "Sometimes I need to relieve stress too, and I don't need to look for someone or talk to someone... Why, when there are so many hard-on cocks down there, aching with desire? All I can do is pick the one I like and let him please me.". "But you even get paid extra for this!" you protest at this simplicity and the [[universal injustice|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]] <<elseif $ClaireT == 7>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> "My body is my business," she answers easily, as if she's done it a thousand times before. "First of all, we all rent out our bodies and skills—it's called work. How is my occupation different from regular work? It's taboo. That's all. Do you know how many women I've met who turn their noses up at me, but are ready to give me a blow job for a new phone? Or sleep with a man they don't love for the sake of a "stable" family, and a host of other reasons. They're all prudes, but I'm not. "That's the difference." "Don't you think you're mixing things up, trying to whitewash yourself by glossing over others?" you remark cautiously, to which she snorts and says that, by and large, she doesn't [[give a damn about other people's opinions and hang-ups|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship +=1; $AP -= 1]]" <<elseif $ClaireT == 10>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> "Oh, so you noticed?" she winks at you, narrowing her eyes and assessing your resolve. - "There's our... small part-time job and a socially beneficial initiative. Two in one. A place where some can relieve stress, and others can help them do the same, receiving a small amount of gratitude along the way. If you're interested, I can show you, would you like?" [[Thanks, but I'd better refrain - it's clearly... not all that altruistic, otherwise why would it be located in such a place?|ClaireTalk][$social += 1; $ClaireT to 0; $ClaireRelationship -=2; $AP -= 1]]» <<if $promiscuity >= 20>> [[Let's go. I'm interested, and I'm ready for something new!|GloryHole][Mall to 100]]» <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Mall == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/massageparlor.webp"> You pass through almost the entire Sex Shop to find yourself in a small, hidden Massage Parlor, run by Susan. A small room draped in red, maroon, and dark curtains and drapes with chairs and a counter behind which Susan stands, and hidden "arm" openings where the massage rooms are located, appear before your eyes. <<if $MassageJob == 1 && $AP >= 1>> [[Learn Massage|MassageParlor][$Mall to 2]] <<elseif $MassageJob >= 2 && $AP >= 1>> [[Work|MassageParlor][$Mall to 3; $SexRand to random(2); $SexRandScene to random(2)]] <<else>> You don't have the energy for a massage right now... <</if>> [[Book a massage|MassageParlor][$Mall to 1]] [[Return to Sex Shop|SexShop][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 100>> <img src="img/SexShop/massageinvate.jpg"> You see a small sign near the store's checkout, among toys and other promotional items. Intrigued, you pick it up and examine it. It's an advertisement for a massage parlor offering a variety of services. The placement of the ad makes it clear that the parlor offers additional services for an additional fee. The only reassuring thing is that such a simple advertisement would hardly have been placed so openly if the salon had been openly prostituting. You look up at the cashier, who has been watching you this whole time. "It says here that I can get more details from you, is that true?" I ask her cautiously. "That's right," she confirms, then asks in a businesslike tone with a slight smile. - "What are you interested in? Work or leisure?" [[Work|MassageParlor][$Mall to 110]] [[Leisure|MassageParlor][$Mall to 120]] <<elseif $Mall == 110>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> She smiles when she hears your answer "We have the best conditions in town, believe me," she says. "We have?" "Yes, I also work part-time at a massage parlor," she nods. - “It's located in the same building, but in a slightly different wing.” "Walking through the store helps create… the right mood, you know?” “Not so far,” you admit. “Come on – it's really that simple!” - she emerges from behind the counter, leading you deeper into the building. We pass display cases filled with clothes and various oils, aromatic additives, and incense. - “See? This route helps people figure out what they want. Very convenient – and damn profitable!” After walking a bit, she pulls back the curtain, leading you into a small room with comfortable chairs and another counter. Approaching the counter, the cashier rings the bell, and a few seconds later, out of nowhere, <<linkreplace "another girl">> appears. <img src="img/SexShop/massageparlor.webp"> “What the hell, Claire?” the new girl frowns. “Everything's fine,” the cashier shrugs. “Give her the lowdown, and I'm going further into the room.” After saying this, Claire smiles at you and then leaves the room, leaving you alone with the new girl. She sighs, then measures you with an appraising glance, roughly estimating your potential experience and your willingness to gain it. Having come to some conclusion, she takes a printed price list from behind the counter and hands it to you. - “Okay, first of all, we're not a brothel, okay?,” she begins her explanation. “If you're just another streetwalker who's decided to move to a warmer place than the highway, you've come to the wrong place.” - “And if I'm not a streetwalker?” she clearly offended your honor (or what's left of it). - “Then get ready to work,” she shrugs. - "Whatever Klara may say, we are a massage parlor first and foremost. If you don't know how to give a massage, you're useless to us. Of course, if you've already learned how to massage, you can diversify your repertoire a little. Everyone here is a master of their craft, but our clients aren't far behind – they're always ready to suggest what they want. We once had a woman who was quite skilled – she grew huge breasts and exclusively used them for massages," something you decide to describe as a "dismissive laugh" escapes her throat. - "Well... I don't think I can replicate her achievements." - "And it's not necessary. Everyone here has their own approach," she sighs, looking you over again. - "My name is Susan - I'm the hostess and administrator here, so please contact me with any questions. See how we'll work - first, you'll be trained. You can read books, or you can come and watch others work. I don't care. When you say you're ready, I'll find a volunteer for you. If they approve your massage, you'll get a room. After that, you come and work. You'll be paid daily, based on the work you complete. Most of the tips and "extras" will go to you. Got it?" You nod - "Great. If you don't understand something, it's better to ask," she takes the booklet you'd given her earlier, not bothering to check whether you'd read it or not. "Get comfortable slowly, and come find me when you decide to take our mini-exam" Before leaving, you decide to take a closer look around. Several corridors, hidden behind curtains, lead out of the small room with chairs and a counter where you talked with Susie, like rays of sunlight. Peering into one of them, you see a series of closed rooms arranged in a checkerboard pattern. Apparently, these are the "parlors," <<linkreplace "where the massage takes place">> <img src="img/SexShop/massageparlor1.jpg"> Having gathered Having gained courage and asked Susie's permission, you enter one of these empty rooms. The intimacy of the setting strikes you. A massage table sits in the center, with a small chair hidden underneath, presumably for comfort and additional seating. The room itself is decorated in soft, dark red tones, with generous use of curtains and other decor, matching the decor of the main hall. In the corner, there's a small cabinet, opening which reveals a collection of oils and scented candles. Checking the drawer, you gasp when you discover a sizable collection of toys. There are BDSM paraphernalia, as well as anal plugs of various sizes and shapes, and vibrators—including remote controls. Having decided to end your initial acquaintance with the "work" environment here, you return to Susie. “Have you looked around?" she asks you, and satisfied with your nod, she continues. "This is a regular room. They have oils and other massage supplies if the client wants them. And toys, too. For more experienced and inventive masseuses. Don't worry about it for now—it's too early for you. I think we should end our initial introduction here. I don't have time to spend with you right now—come back some other time, okay?"" "Okay. Okay, thank you." "I'll try to make time for it," you answer haltingly, leaving the alcove of the room with the armchairs and Susie. It's a short walk through the dim light and intimate atmosphere of the [[Sex Shop|SexShop][$MassageJob to 1; $Mall to 0]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $Mall == 120>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman2.jpg"> <</if>> Susan leads you into one of the small massage rooms, where another girl in a silk robe smiles warmly at you, inviting you to lie down on the massage table. You undress a little shyly behind a screen while she prepares the oils and adjusts the music to your taste. When everything is ready, you lie face down and... relax. Her skillful movements are unpleasant at first - she kneads stiff muscles and knots, but the longer she does, the more intense the lingering pleasure you feel. It's as if you've been sitting on a numb leg for a long time and now you've stood up. It's as if you've had a good workout, but not the kind that leaves your whole body screaming with pleasure. pain. The effect of the massage is undeniable, and when the girl finishes and you change, you know that every dollar spent during the session was worth it.[[Sex Shop|SexShop][$AP += 3; $money -= 100; $Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman2.jpg"> <</if>> Susan leads you into one of the small massage rooms, where another girl in a silk robe smiles warmly at you, inviting you to lie down on the massage table. You undress a little shyly behind a screen while she prepares the oils and adjusts the music to your taste. When everything is ready, you lie face down and... relax. Her skillful movements are unpleasant at first - she kneads stiff muscles and knots, but the longer she works, the more intense the lingering pleasure you feel. It's as if you've been sitting on a numb leg for a long time and now you've stood up. It's as if you've had a good workout, but not the kind that leaves you feeling...Your whole body screams in pain. The effect of the massage is undeniable, and when the girl finishes and you change, you know every dollar spent during the session was worth it.[[Sex Shop|SexShop][$AP += 3; $money -= 100; $Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 2>> <<if $MassageSkill <= 6>> <img src="img/SexShop/massagetraining.webp"> The massage room is thick with the scent of cheap lavender oil and something else, vaguely chemical and sterile. It's a small, windowless room, lit by a single lamp casting a soft reddish hue, creating an intimate atmosphere. A massage table, covered with a crisp white sheet, stands against one wall. A mannequin of a male torso rests on it, its blank plastic face staring blankly through the face hole at the floor. You're sitting in a chair, your laptop open on a small table. The video tutorial is… very detailed. A woman with incredibly smooth hands and a calm, almost bored expression demonstrates "advanced kneading techniques for deep tissue relaxation." Her fingers work on the back of a real client, who groans approvingly. Your own fingers feel clumsy. You glance at the mannequin. "Sorry, Dave," you mutter, calling the mannequin by name in a fit of loneliness, clumsily repeating the techniques and movements you see on the screen over and over again. An hour or two, maybe three, passes like this, until Susie interrupts your training with the announcement that the masseuse needs a room. You nod and quickly gather your "equipment," handing it over to her before leaving. You catch a glimpse of the client and the girl as you leave the [[massage parlor|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1; $TimeD +=1; $MassageSkill += random(3); $intellect += random(1)]] <<elseif $MassageSkill >= 7>> <img src="img/SexShop/massageparlor.webp"> Just as you're about to head to the "training room," Susan stops you. "You've studied enough. It's time to take the exam," she says coldly, consulting her file cabinet on the counter. "I've found you a client who... is willing to forgive your lack of skill, if you're brave enough to embarrass me with him. We'll wait for him, and then we'll get started. For now, go change," she says, pointing with her chin to the nearest room behind her. Stepping inside, you see the local "uniform"—a short silk robe. Taking a deep breath, you decide to take off your clothes (carefully folding them in the locker), then change. When you emerge, they're already waiting for you. Susan and the young man who agreed to be your replacement mannequin today. You try not to look at him, embarrassed. Susan uses her chin to indicate which of the "alcoves" will be yours today. At least for the duration of the exam. The three of you enter one of the massage rooms. Susan steps back against the wall, carefully observing and assessing your actions. The air in the room was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, mixed with something cleaner, like antiseptic. Quiet, atmospheric music wafted from hidden speakers. The burgundy curtains muffled the echo, creating a sense of intimacy and pressure. <<linkreplace "into the room">> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart2.jpg"> On the massage table, lying face down on a fresh white sheet, lay your "client." Olger. Susan introduced him, her tone dry, as if she were pointing out Olger's new massage gel. He was a regular, she said. A good man. Olger's shoulders were already relaxed on the table, his back a landscape of firm muscles beneath tanned skin. He had draped a small white towel over his hips, but his posture was anything but demure; there was an ease, a confidence about him that filled the space even when he wasn't moving. Your hands trembled slightly as you poured some warm oil into your palm. No magic, you reminded yourself. Just technique. Physiology. Pressure points. "Start with his back," Susan's voice came soft and low. "Long, smooth strokes. Set the rhythm. Don't think about his face, think about his latissimus dorsi. His trapezius." The warm, slippery surface of the oil spread between your palms. The scent, now of clove and sandalwood, was rich and intoxicating. You pressed your hands to Olger's lower back, just above the towel, and began to slide upward. The first touch was a revelation. His skin was hot, alive beneath your palms. The muscles were dense, tense, but not immediately noticeable. You pressed, following the fan of his lats, smoothly rising to his shoulders. Synthesizer music began to play. Susan stood motionless by the door. "Okay," she muttered after a few movements. "Now find the knots. It shouldn't take long "Kat'." She was right. A stubborn knot of tension sat high between her shoulder blades, another just above her right hip. You dug your thumbs in, using your body weight, not just your hands. A quiet, <<linkreplace "satisfied groan">> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart1.webp"> "Like this," his breath caught in his throat, a sharp, distinct inhale. You felt the precise moment when the knot beneath your right thumb began to relax, the tight bundle of muscle fibers softening, turning into pliable warmth. A drop of oil slid down your spine, disappearing under the white towel. Something changed beneath your hands. Olger turned his head, his cheek pressed against the vinyl tabletop, his narrowed eyes full of dark amusement watching you. "You're stronger than you look," he said, his voice hoarse from the stillness. You kept the rhythm, your hands never stopping, working the long, dense muscles that framed his spine. "Is that good or bad?" you asked, the words coming out more deliberately than you felt. "Oh, that's very good," Olger replied, a smirk lacing his voice. He leaned his head back in the box. "Most of the girls here are... so sensitive." "And you, on the contrary, are digging into them." From her place by the door, Susan made a quiet, indifferent sound. It wasn't approval, but it wasn't criticism either. It felt like passing a checkpoint. You moved from his back to his legs, working the thick, powerful hamstrings. The towel around his hips was the only shred of modesty in the room, and it felt increasingly symbolic, a fragile boundary. His hamstrings were like taut ropes—under oiled palms, you supported your body weight, yielding to the long, gliding strokes Susan drilled into you. "Focus on the gluteus medius," Susan instructed calmly, her gaze sharp as a scalpel. "That's often the source of tension in my lower back. Use kneading motions." Your cheeks flushed, but your hands complied. You shifted position, placing your palms on the firm, rounded muscle of his left buttock, just above the edge of the towel. The oil made your movements smooth, and you began deep, circular kneading. Beneath the warm skin, the muscle was tight and strong, slowly relaxing under your insistent pressure. Another soft groan escaped him, this time longer and more contented. "Fuck yes," he sighed, leaning his head against the tabletop. "Right there." Inspired, you began working both sides, moving from his buttocks down the thick muscles of his thighs to his calves. His body was a model of functional strength, every muscle group clearly defined even at rest. Susan's silent observation was a palpable force in the room. Finishing with the backs of his legs, you stood up, drying your hands with a clean towel. Your own body vibrated with tension and a strange, focused calm. "Turn over," Olger said, moving with an easy, languid grace. He rose to his hands, the sheets rustling, the muscles in his back tensing one last time before he rolled over. The white towel lay loosely across his lap, its placement deliberate, casual, as if he'd thought about it. His chest was broad and lightly covered with dark hair, tapering below his navel. He rested his arms at his sides, palms up on the table, and fixed his gaze on you. There was no awkwardness in his gaze, only a relaxed, appraising curiosity. "Now this side," Susan said, her voice cutting through the damp air like a precision instrument. "Neck and shoulders, pecs, obliques, quads. In that order. Maintain pressure." The oil was still warm from your hands. You poured a fresh portion into your palm, the scent of clove and sandalwood intensifying as you rubbed your palms together. Your attention narrowed to anatomy, Susan's voice a steady metronome in your head. You started at his collarbones, your thumbs tracing the indentations just above them, pressing into the taut bundles of his sternocleidomastoid muscles. He sighed softly, throwing his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his neck. His eyes closed. You moved down the slope of his shoulders, kneading the dense deltoids, tracing the hard ridge of his pectorals. The skin beneath your touch was alive, twitching under the deep, sliding pressure. His breathing quickened. Susan's eyes followed your every movement, silent judges. , measuring your movements in millimeters and milligrams of pressure. "Good," she said in a clear, dispassionate tone. "Now move on to the pectoralis major. Follow the direction of the fibers. Horizontal movements, from the sternum to the armpit." You complied. Your thumbs pressed against the hard protrusion of his sternum, then moved outward, feeling the broad, fan-shaped muscle gradually soften under your caresses. The dark, springy hair beneath your palms was slick with oil. Your own knuckles began to ache, a dull, deep throb indicating the unfamiliar effort. You moved to his stomach, smoothing the well-defined planes of his oblique muscles with your palms. Those muscles were tense, protective, and you worked slowly, patiently, moving your hands in widening circles from his navel. Olger's breath caught again, and a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. Your fingers traced the lower edge of his ribcage, finding the soft, sensitive spots just above his hips as Olger's hand loosely grasped your wrist. The touch wasn't strong, but it was sharp, a clear disruption to the rhythm you'd established. His skin was hot, like a fever, against the inside of your arm. You jerked your head up. Susan, standing against the wall, hadn't moved a muscle, but you felt the intensity of her concentration sharpen to a single, laser-like point. Olger's eyes were now open, lazy and full of understanding. "Enough of the geography lesson," he said in a low, intimate voice, meant only for you. The music's synthetic pulse seemed to echo in the fabric of the curtains. "We both know why I'm here, and it's not because of my obliques." He released your wrist and gestured vaguely to the towel in his lap. The casual gesture was indecently direct. Your throat tightened. The oils on your hands were cooling, like sticky plant glue. The air, fragrant and still, weighed heavily on your lungs. This was the moment. The unspoken denouement that paid the bills and convinced Susan you weren't "just fluttering." You stared at Olger's relaxed, complacent face. The silence lingered, thick as cooling massage oil on your skin. A bead of sweat trickled slowly, itchingly down your back beneath your thin tunic. You swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet room. "I…" you began, then cleared your throat. "If… if we just massage there a little too…" The words seemed unconvincing, a childish attempt at negotiation. You didn't dare turn fully toward Susan, but your eyes darted to her with a quick, helpless glance, searching for a verdict. Susan didn't move. She didn't speak. Her face remained a mask of neutral assessment, but one dark eyebrow lifted slightly. It wasn't permission. It wasn't a prohibition. This was a scientist observing a variable introduced into a controlled experiment. Her silence was the loudest sound in the room. The question hung in the air like a puddle of oil, and it was sharp. Olger's smile widened. He saw your quick glance, your nervous swallow. "Sounds like a plan," he said in a low, calm voice. He raised his hands, clasping them behind his head, his elbows splayed. It was a pose of complete relaxation, patient anticipation. "You don't need her permission for this part, do you?" He nodded slightly toward Susan's motionless figure. "This is between us." You took a deep, calming breath, your hands coming to rest on the warm, oiled surface of his stomach. The intoxicating scent of cloves and sandalwood seemed to linger in your throat. You turned your head, now fully facing Susan. Her gaze, that cold, dark pit of judgment, waited. "Did... did I pass the basics?" Your voice was softer than you intended. "Foundations? I studied all the video tutorials you gave me." You swallowed, the sound dry and loud. "If I... then... can I try? I think... I think this is also part of the... massage." Susan was silent for a long moment. The synthesizer part of the music froze in one endless note. Olger's chest rose and fell slowly and steadily beneath your palms, his eyes gleaming with mocking patience as he watched. Finally, Susan's arms, crossed over her chest, shifted. Susan straightened her arms, letting them fall to her sides. She took one deliberate step away from the wall. Her gaze swept you from head to toe, making one last, quick assessment: your trembling hands, your serious, flushed face, the glint of frightened determination in your eyes. "That's right," she stated, her voice neither warm nor reproachful. It was simple, objective. "You've passed the theory test. You've demonstrated mastery of basic stroking techniques. , kneading, and myofascial release on a living person. You identified and addressed key points of tension." She paused, her gaze flickering once to Olger's waiting figure, then back to you. "Next will be a specific application of the service to the client. This is a continuation of relaxation therapy, albeit… specialized in nature. Your presentation here will be the final, practical component of your assessment." "Okay… then shall I… shall I continue?" Your voice was a thin thread, barely audible against the surrounding hum. Susan merely nodded sharply. It wasn't an encouraging nod. It was an acknowledgment. <<linkreplace "serious nod">> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart3.webp"> Your hands, still slick with the cooling, herbal-scented oil, moved of their own accord. You reached for the edge of the white towel lying across Olger's hips. The cotton was soft, warm against his skin. Olger's heavy-lidded, penetrating eyes followed your every movement. He wasn't helping. He was simply watching. You slowly pulled back the towel, revealing him. He was fully aroused, thick and flushed against the dark hair at the base of his stomach. The clinical lighting of the room didn't soften the reality of what was happening. Here's a bit of anatomy you didn't learn in Susan's video. You took a shaky breath and coated your hands with a fresh, generous layer of oil. The scent of cloves intensified, becoming sharp and spicy. Avoiding his gaze, you focused on the action itself. Your right hand gripped the base, fingers slippery and unsure. The moment your skin touched him, Olger let out a low, guttural breath. "Finally." A single drop of oil slid from your fingertip onto the sensitive skin, leaving a warm, wet trail. You swallowed again, your own pulse pounding in your ears, so loud you thought Olger and Susan could hear it. You didn't look at him. You looked down, watching your hand move, hesitant and unfamiliar, from base to tip. Olger groaned again, deeper this time. His hips jerked slightly, involuntarily, pressing against your encircling hand. "Easy," he growled hoarsely. "Take it slow—use your thumb. Right here." He wasn't physically guiding you, but his words were a course correction. You slid your thumb clumsily over the slick, bulbous head. He exhaled sharply. Your face flushed even more. It wasn't about pressure points or muscle groups anymore. It was about... results. You risked a glance up. His eyes were closed, but his face was tense with concentration, his earlier complacency replaced by pure, unprocessed sensation. His forehead was damp with sweat, the same as yours. Behind you, Susan's silence was absolute, but you could practically feel her registering every fluctuation of your rhythm, every change in your touch. Then Olger's hand rose, rough and oiled, and covered yours. He didn't take the initiative. He fixed you. His large, calloused palm rested on the back of your knuckles, his breath hitching as he pressed into your hand, using more confident, but <<linkreplace "slow movements">> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart4.webp"> "Like this," he grunted. "Count to three. Up. Pause. Twist slightly. Down." You followed his instructions. One, up. Two, pause, thumb a hard ring on the sensitive nub. Three, twist, down. He rewarded his correct execution with a groan that seemed to echo across the table. "Okay. One more time." You repeated the movement. A strange, detached part of your brain noted its efficiency, its economy of motion. A point of tension. Relaxation. The same principles. Your initial panic began to fade into a fragile, focused calm. Your wrist stopped shaking. You found a steady, piston-like rhythm, your hand moving up and down the slippery rod. Olger's breathing became heavier, more ragged, each exhalation accompanied by a short groan, mirroring the rhythm of your movements. Beneath your slippery, writhing palm, he felt like frozen heat, like a taut rope of muscle and intent. The clinical detachment you had striven for began to dissolve, replaced by a nervous, tingling sensation. You felt a keen sense of unshakable confidence. A shiver ran up your spine, down your thighs, as you leaned into the movement. Sweat soaked the hem of your tunic, clinging to your stomach. "Slower," Olger croaked, his eyes Your eyes were narrowed in dark concentration. His hips rose to meet your downward thrust, an instinctive, eager thrust that took your breath away. "Yes. That's it. Work the head." You adjusted, focusing your thumb on the wide, slick ridge, spreading the bead of clear fluid that collected there with each stroke. The sound he made was more animal than human—a low, ragged groan that vibrated through the floorboards. You weren't massaging anymore. You were working him. And under Susan's silent gaze, under the scent of lavender in this burgundy-draped room, the action shed the last vestiges of ambiguity. Your jaw ached from clenching it with tension. "Easy, easy," Olger whispered, not as a reproach, but as a muffled command to himself. His abs tensed, their sculpted muscles glistening with oil and sweat. The smug satisfaction vanished, burned away by the thrill. His large hand released yours, reaching back to grip the vinyl edge of the table until his knuckles turned white. He was giving you control, surrendering to your rhythm, however rough it might be. You saw the moment the tension within him reached its breaking point. Olger's eyes snapped open, no longer amused or commanding, but glowing with a dark, focused intensity. A vein pulsed in his temple. He clenched his teeth, the tendons in his neck stretching like cables. "Oh-oh-oh... yes-s...," he muttered, his voice hoarse as <linkreplace "sandpaper">> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart5.webp"> You continued moving, your hand now slick and confident, rotating over him, your thumb circling. The air in the room changed. The low synthesizer music faded, turning into a meaningless hum. You felt only the warmth beneath your palm, your ragged breathing, the sweat cooling on your back. And Susan, a silent statue in the periphery of your vision, watching the final results of your practical exam. He made a sharp, strangled sound—half groan, half curse—and his hips arched off the table in a final, powerful thrust. His orgasm was warm and sudden, leaving thick, pearlescent marks on his oiled stomach. You completed the thrust, your hand slowing and stopping, still loosely wrapped around the slick, softening length of his cock. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the low, synthetic hum of the music and Olger's sharp, fading breathing. You stared, slightly stunned, at the result of your handiwork, shimmering sharply against his skin in the burgundy light. Your attention shifted to Susan. You turned your head slowly, your neck tense. She shifted. She was no longer a silent support against the wall. She took a step closer, holding a clean, folded white towel. Olger paused for a moment, then laughed softly, contentedly, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. "Nice," he said, opening one eye to look at you. His voice was hoarse, but pleased. "You're a quick learner." Susan stepped forward with the mechanical agility of a stagehand after a performance. She didn't look at Olger. Her dark eyes were fixed on you as she handed you a fresh towel. "For the client," she said evenly. Okay. Of course. You took it with greasy fingers, the clean cotton a stark contrast to everything else. You hesitated for a moment, and then carefully, methodically began wiping the sticky residue from Olger's stomach. Your movements were automatic, cool, a final act of service. You avoided looking at his face, focusing instead on his tense abdomen, wiping until the skin was clean. Olger exhaled long, slow breaths as you cleaned him, his muscles relaxing completely under your touch. When you finished, he sat up in one smooth motion, the vinyl rustling beneath him. He swung his legs over the edge of the table, his bare feet touching the soft burgundy carpet. He didn't immediately grab his clothes. Instead, he simply sat, his forearms resting on his knees, sweat still glistening on his broad back. The smug, mocking energy faded, replaced by a heavy, rich calm. Olger finally turned his head to look at you, his gaze appraising but no longer predatory. "You have good hands. Strong. And you listen." He nodded toward Susan, who didn't look up from her notes. Olger picked up his boxer shorts from a neatly folded pile on the low bench against the wall. He stood, dressing with the same casual ease with which he had undressed. The fabric stretched slightly over his hips, as he pulled it on. The zipper on his dark jeans crackled loudly in the silence. Susan looked up from her notepad. "Customer satisfaction?" Her tone was dry, distant. Olger chuckled softly. "Oh, she gets a gold star." He pulled on a black T-shirt, the fabric clinging to the sculpted muscles you'd just spent an hour working on. "You're not mistaken, Sue. A true prodigy." [[Don't spoil her with praise|SexShop][$Mall to 0; "MassageJob to 2" - Suan scolds him sternly, but from her eyes and demeanor you understand that overall she passed the exam, and perhaps even left her "mentor" satisfied. You can work! <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<elseif $Mall == 3>> <<if $SexRand == 0>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageMan.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/massagestart2.webp"> <</if>> You get to work. Very soon, a man comes in. He's sullen and uncooperative—even silent. He undresses and, as usual, lies down on the massage table, closing his eyes. He knows what he wants—and it's definitely not you. He needs a massage. You spend the next hour or so kneading his body, arms, and legs. His muscles, stiff, either from stagnation or from the work, are difficult to work with, but you don't give in, repeating the lessons and techniques you've learned over and over again. Eventually, you wait, and the man begins to make a satisfied grunt, or at least a purr. After that, he dressed without much ceremony. On a small table lay <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2.>> dollars, [[folded in half|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2.7>> <<elseif $SexRandScene >= 1>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageWoman2.jpg"> <</if>> You begin work. This time, a girl comes in. She asks you to help her relax and relieve the burden of her problems. Quickly undressing, she lies down on the massage table, quickly giving you instructions on what music to play, what incense to light, and what oils to use. She clearly has a clear idea of what you should do to make her experience more enjoyable. During the session, you strike up a casual conversation, in which your role is mostly to nod along and listen. About problems at work, girlfriends, relationships, and rising prices for groceries and other things. About various other things. Sometimes she asks you questions, gathering information or changing the subject. Overall, she doesn't interfere with your massage, and even... helps you take your mind off the monotonous work. You part as almost friends, or at least acquaintances. After kissing you goodbye on the cheek, she leaves <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2.>> dollars on the nightstand, [[folded in half|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2.7>> <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> <<set $variable to random(7)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand7.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand5.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 7>> <img src="img/SexShop/MassageHand6.webp"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> You had another client, and the next hour I returned after giving him a massage. When we were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind if I gave him a good handjob with my skillful hands. After thinking for a moment, I agreed, after which he rolled over onto his back. The dim amber light of the massage gazebo cast a warm, intimate glow. Your fingers worked diligently over the man's tense shoulders, down the knotted muscles of his back – methodically, practiced. But when he rolled over onto his back, his gaze lingered too long on the gap in your silk robe where your thighs peeked out. “You have magical hands,” he muttered in a rough voice. “You think you "Could you… help me out a little more?" You hesitated—not out of reluctance, but out of calculation. Susan didn't mind the extra money as long as the house got its share, and frankly, the extra money wouldn't hurt. "Sure," you said, your lips curling slightly into a playful grin. "But only because you left a good tip last time." His laughter was quiet as you reached for the butter again, warming it between your palms before running your fingers over his stomach. The only sound that broke the silence was the slick sound of skin against skin. You watched his face, the way his eyelids fluttered as your thumb traced the top of his head. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't cruel either—one hand came up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your light brown hair, guiding you where he wanted. It was insistent, practical. You let him, your lips parted, more like a performance than passion. He didn't last long. His grip tightened, his back arched over the table with a low groan, and then his body went limp, breathing heavily in the amber light. You pulled away smoothly, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and was already reaching for the warm, damp cloth you kept on the bedside table. Now everything was going like clockwork. After that, he dressed without much ceremony. On a small table lay <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> dollars, [[folded in half|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> Another client came to see you. When you were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind you giving him a blow job. After a moment's consideration, you agreed, and he rolled over onto his back. The dim light of the massage alcove flickered faintly as you worked out the last knots in his shoulders. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, slick with oil, his muscles finally relaxing under your expert touch. He groaned lowly, shifting slightly on the table before his voice broke the silence. "You have magical hands, my love," he murmured, turning his head just enough to catch your gaze. "But I'm sure your mouth works even better." You paused, your fingers hovering for just a second. The air thickened—not just with the scent of lavender oil, but with something heavier and more necessary. You'd heard this before. I was expecting this. A slow smirk curved his lips as he watched you consider this. "Come on," he coaxed, lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper. "I'll make it worth it." You exhaled and nodded. Business was business, after all. With practiced ease, you ran your fingers down his spine one last time before murmuring, "Turn over." He didn't hesitate, rolling over with a soft chuckle. His cock was already half-hard, swelling under your gaze as you reached for the bottle of oil again. Slippery warmth coated your fingers as you wrapped them around him, stroking slowly, teasingly—allowing him to feel the friction before your mouth touched him. His hips jerked slightly, a sharp intake of breath coming through his teeth. "Fuck, yes—like that." You smirked, running your tongue along the underside of his cock before taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you pushed him deeper. His hands tangled in your hair, not forcing it, just guiding it—his breathing quickened, raspy. The room was silent, broken only by his ragged breathing and the wet, slick sounds of your lips caressing him. His grip on your hair tightened, not painfully, but insistently—as if he were afraid you'd pull away. You didn't. Instead, you take him deeper, relaxing your throat around him until his cock presses against the back of your throat and he groans low, gutturally. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he rasps, lifting his hips slightly off the table. "Don't stop." You don't stop. You maintain a steady rhythm, your tongue tracing the thick vein along his shaft, your lips wrapping tightly around him. You feel him swell, harden even more, and you know he's close to orgasm. His breathing is harsh now, shallow, his fingers trembling, tangled in your hair. "Fuck, I'm going to..." He broke free with a sharp, strangled cry, his whole body stiffening and then shaking beneath you. You swallowed reflexively, the salty, bitter taste coating your tongue, and continued kissing him until he gave out a long, tired sigh. He lay there for a minute, lifeless and out of breath, before finally opening one eye and looking at you, a careless grin spreading across his face. "Oh my God," he muttered. "It's worth it." every damn penny and more." He rummaged around the floor next to the table for his wallet, pulled out three crisp hundred-dollar bills, and stuffed them into the pocket of your silk robe. "Buy yourself something nice," he said, patting your thigh before slowly standing up and gathering his clothes. Later, after washing your hands and face until they bled, you walked out into the main hall of the sex shop, collecting your hard-earned <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> [[dollars|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> You passed Susan's "exam," allowing you to work at her massage parlor. Coming home from work, having bought yourself a little time, you enter the Sex Shop, walk through the entire sales area, say hello to Claire, and then duck into the alcove of the Massage Parlor. Susan silently tells you where to find a free "cell," and you enter. After changing into a silk robe, you wait for a client. Another client arrived, and you returned the next time, having given him a massage. When you were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind if you gave him a blow job. After thinking for a moment, you agreed, after which he He rolled over onto his back. The dim amber glow of the massage room clung to your skin as you ran your fingers over the man's tense shoulders. The scent of lavender oil mingled with something muskier—perhaps his sweat, or the faint tang of anticipation. You were good at reading clients, and this one had betrayed his intentions from the moment he walked in. His breath hitched as your thumbs dug into his lower back, and he shifted slightly, pressing his thigh against your knee. Subtle, but not subtle enough. You finished the last stroke down his spine, smoothing the tense muscles with your palms. "Want to roll over?" "You asked in a quiet, practiced voice. He chuckled—a rough, meaningful sound—and rolled over onto his back without answering. His cock was already half-hard, pressed against his thigh, thick and flushed. You didn't even feign surprise. "Extra service?" “You chuckled, running your fingers lightly over his chest, your nails grazing him, making him wince. “Extra service,” you confirmed, your voice dripping with false professionalism. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” His smirk was lazy, smug. “Thought you’d be open to negotiation.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop your hand from sliding lower, your fingertips brushing the waistband of his towel before pulling it aside. His cock sprang out, now fully hard, the tip glistening. You licked your lips—partly for effect, partly because, damn, he was beautifully built. “Negotiations are over,” you muttered, kneeling between his parted thighs. “Now shut up and "Enjoy." He groaned as you took him into your mouth, hot and slow, your tongue swirling around the head before sinking deeper. His groan was a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your lips. You took your time, savoring the weight of him on your tongue, the salty taste of his skin. Your hands rested on his hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle, holding him still as you worked him with your mouth. He wasn't silent. He was breathing heavily and muttering curses, his hips giving occasional involuntary thrusts that you controlled with firm palm pressure. "Fuck, yes... like that," he growled, one hand tangling in your light brown hair, not tugging, just holding on. You looked up, meeting his heavy-lidded eyes. His eyes were dark with lust, fixed on you. You moaned softly in approval, gripping his cock, and his head fell back onto the table with a soft thud. You picked up the pace, bobbing your head in a measured rhythm, one hand caressing the base of his cock in time with your lips. The silk of your robe whispered to the floor as you shifted your knees, getting more comfortable. The room was silent, broken only by his heavy breathing and the wet, slippery sounds you made. "Fuck, you're good at this," he breathlessly whispered, his voice strained. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a silent plea for more. You pulled away with a soft pop, catching your breath for a second. A thin string of saliva connected your lips to his glistening tip. "You "I haven't seen anything yet," you whispered hoarsely. You ran your tongue along the sensitive underside, from base to tip, and he shuddered sharply. "Don't stop," he begged, his composure crumbling. "Please." You smiled, a sly curve to your lips that he didn't see, and took him deep again, all the way to your throat. You relaxed, swallowing. He sighed, and the guttural, broken groan that escaped his chest was your reward. His fingers gripped your hair, not guiding, but simply holding on with all his might. You lost yourself in the rhythm, in the primal simplicity of this act. The taste of him, his weight, the way his body tenses and trembles beneath you. You are an artist, and this is your material. Your free hand slides between your thighs, the silk of your robe an annoying barrier. You press your palm hard against yourself, the sharp, pleasurable friction making you moan around his cock. The vibration sends another jolt through him. "Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his hips trembling, trying to penetrate deeper. "Where do you want to go?" His voice is rough, desperate—the kind of tone that suggests he's hanging on by a thread. You pull back just enough for the head of his cock to brush your bottom lip, your tongue sliding along the slit as you watch him through your eyelashes. "Wherever you want," you whisper, your hot breath fanning his damp skin. "But if you're asking for advice…" You open your mouth wider, letting your tongue lazily slide along the length of it. "…I'd say my throat is insatiable tonight." He curses under his breath, his fingers fisting in your hair as he thrusts sharply—once, twice—before his hips jerk and he spills into your throat with a ragged groan. You swallow, taking every pulse until he comes, his grip loosening as he leans back against the table, breathing heavily. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, smirking as you watch his chest rise and fall in heavy, contented breaths. His skin glistens in the dim light, his muscles still twitching from the aftershocks. You straighten, adjusting the silk robe, though it does little to hide your own arousal—your nipples poke through the thin fabric, your thighs pressed slightly together. Too tight. "Good?" you tease, tilting your head. He laughs breathlessly, running a hand through his damp hair. "Fuck, yes. Better than good." His gaze glides over your body, lingering where the robe hugs your curves. "Do you, uh... do you need help?" He nods toward your hips, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Help with what?" You snort, not deigning to answer his offer. You were a professional; the throbbing between your legs was your business, a byproduct of your job. You liked it private. "Time's up," you say, your tone businesslike again. You tap your wrist, even though you weren't wearing a watch. "Get dressed, handsome." If you'd like to schedule another... deep tissue massage, find Susan by the entrance. He chuckled, rising to his feet. "You're cold, you know that?" "I'm an operative," you corrected, gathering up the used towels. The scent of him—sweat, sex, lavender oil—was in the air, a scent you were beginning to know all too well. You left him alone, slipping out of the curtained alcove into the narrow back hallway of the sex shop. The sudden change in atmosphere was unpleasant, but at least you'd earned <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> [[dollars|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 2>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> Oh, I had another client, and the next time I returned, I gave him a massage. When we were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind a good handjob with my skillful hands. After thinking for a moment, I agreed, after which he rolled over onto his back. The dim amber light of the massage gazebo cast a warm, intimate glow. Your fingers worked diligently over the man's tense shoulders, down the knotted muscles of his back—methodically, practiced. But when he rolled over, his gaze lingered too long on the gap in your silk robe where your thighs peeked out. "You have magical hands," he murmured, his voice rough. "Do you think you could... help me a little more?" You hesitated—not out of reluctance, but out of calculation. Susan didn't mind the extra money as long as the house got its share, and frankly, the extra money wouldn't hurt. "Of course," you said, your lips curling slightly into a playful grin. "But only because you left a good tip last time." His chuckle was quiet as you reached for the oil again, warming it between your palms before running your fingers over his stomach. The alcove was silent, broken only by the soft rustle of silk and his soothing breathing. You maintained a neutral, professional expression, even as your hand wrapped around his, slippery and warm. He was already half-aroused from the massage, from the closeness, and He let out a pleasurable groan as your thumb stroked the head. "God," he muttered, his hips jerking slightly involuntarily. You adjusted your grip, working him in the same rhythm as his shoulders—confident, measured movements, punctuated by the occasional twist of your wrist. He watched you through heavy eyelids, his gaze dropping to where your robe parted further with each movement. You let it happen. The dim light reflected the sheen of oil on your fingers, on him. "Is this what they teach you in university courses?" he grumbled, a half-smile playing on his face. "Anatomy," you replied dryly, not missing a beat. He burst into laughter, which turned into a soft groan as you tightened your grip, speeding up a bit. "Fucking anatomy," he breathed, throwing his head back on the table. "Best fucking anatomy lesson of my life." You felt him approaching, the tension building in his thighs, the muscles in his stomach clenching. You kept your eyes on his face, watching the pleasure distort his features. It was a deal, sure, but there was a strange, detached satisfaction to it—like solving a complex equation with your hands. His breathing became ragged, uneven. "Fuck, I'm going to..." You nodded, silently, professionally agreeing. A few more movements, a little faster, a little harder, and he, with a muffled curse, began caressing your fist and his stomach, his whole body trembling. You maintained the rhythm until his trembling subsided, then smoothly withdrew your hand and reached for the warm towel lying on the edge of the table. He exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he watched you work on him with practiced precision. "God," he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. "Have you ever considered teaching full-time?" You chuckled, tossing the towel into the trash. "Only if the tuition is in cash." He chuckled, rolling over to grab his wallet from the shelf. The bills he pressed into your palm were crisp—generous, but not enough to blur the lines. You tucked them into your robe pocket without counting them. Trust, but verify later. While he was dressing, you wiped your hands with antiseptic, the sharp scent of which cut through the lingering musk of oil and sweat. The alcove seemed smaller now, the air filled with satisfaction and the unspoken understanding that this was just a business, and one that had also earned you <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> [[dollars|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> You had another client, and the next time you returned, you gave him a massage. When you were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind a good handjob from you. After a moment's consideration, you agreed, and he rolled over onto his back. The dim light in the massage alcove cast soft shadows across the client's body as you smooth the last knots of tension from his shoulders. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, slick with oil, his muscles relaxing under your experienced touch. When he clears his throat and shifts slightly, you already sense an unspoken request before he murmurs, "You have magic hands... maybe you could help me with something else?" A smirk touched your lips. You've heard it before: clients who think a happy ending is just part of the service. But money is tight, and Sue doesn't pay extra for discretion. "Depends," you say in a quiet, teasing voice. "How much help do you need?" His breath hitches as you lightly run your nails down his spine. "Just... a little attention. Down there." With a quiet sigh of resignation, you nod. It's your job, after all. "Okay," you murmur, your voice barely audible over the soft hum of the spa's background music. "Turn over." He quickly rolls over, his face flushed with anticipation as he lies on his back. His towel is already bulging. You take a fresh towel and drape it discreetly over his stomach, creating a thin barrier of professionalism. Your hands return to his shoulders, trailing down his chest and pressing. He lets out a satisfied groan, but his gaze is fixed on your face, watching. Gradually, you allow your movements to move lower, making circular motions over his taut stomach, your fingers dipping just below the edge of the towel. You maintain a neutral, focused expression, as if this is just another stage of muscle relaxation. Then your fingers They grab him through the towel. He shudders at the sudden contact. You feel his hard, hot member. You push the damp towel aside, letting it crumple on the leather edge of the table. The air is filled with the scent of lavender oil and his own sharp, musky arousal. He's not huge, but he's thick and already fully hard, a drop of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. You pour a little more warm oil into your palm, let it warm slightly, then wrap your fingers around it. A strangled sigh escapes his lips. Your touch is firm, purposeful, using the same rhythm you used on the stubborn knot in his calf muscle. Up, twist, down. Your thumb slides over the sensitive head with each upward stroke, spreading the slickness. "Oh my God," he breathes, his hips arching slightly involuntarily. You don't speed up. You maintain the pace, a slow, agonizing buildup. The fantasy that had been racing through his head—some sensual, cinematic release—clashed with the mundane reality of your practiced technique. It was functional. Effective. You'd learned to shut off your own consciousness a little, to think about other things while your hands worked. The lingering scent of coffee from your cheap morning mug. The essay you needed to write later. The way Claire winked at you as they walked. His breathing became ragged, a low, choppy rhythm interrupting the impersonal New Age melody emanating from the alcove. His hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles white against the pale skin. "God... don't stop..." You didn't stop. Your wrist began to ache. You adjusted your grip slightly, applied more oil, focusing on his anatomy. The frenulum, the ridge, the way the skin stretched and tightened. It's just biology, you told yourself. His hips jerked again, more insistently this time, and you shifted your position to resist the movement. You felt the tension building in his thighs, the muscles in his stomach clenching. Almost there. Your fingers tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him groan. His cock was slick and hot in your hand, pulsing under your touch. You maintained a steady rhythm, your thumb circling the swollen head every few strokes, spreading the moisture that flowed from it. "Fuck," he breathed hoarsely. His fingers dug into the edges of the massage table, clutching the skin as if he were trying to hold on. "God... keep going... ah..." You continued. Methodically. Effectively. Then his breath caught, his whole body tensed, and you felt the first strong pulse in your palm. His orgasm was intense—a strangled groan, his back arching off the table, his cock twitching in your hand. Thick streams of cum sprayed across his stomach, some landing high enough to stain his chest. You continued to pump him until his hips finally stilled and his breathing became ragged. For a moment, you were both silent. The only sounds were the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the client's slowing breathing. You picked up a clean towel, first drying your hands, and then offering it to him. He took it silently, wiping the dirt off his torso with a puzzled expression. "Thank you," he muttered, his voice still hoarse. You nodded, already mentally calculating the extra tip. "Standard service plus," you said calmly, tossing the used towel into the laundry basket. "I'll add that to your bill." You knew he'd pay you <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> [[dollars|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> You had another client, and the next time you returned, you had given him a massage. When you were almost finished, he hinted that he wouldn't mind a good handjob from you. After a moment's consideration, you agreed, and he rolled over onto his back. The dim, amber-lit massage room smelled faintly of lavender and sweat—the scent you'd grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. Your hands moved with practiced ease, rubbing the tension from his broad shoulders down his spine. He groaned softly, burying his face in the headrest. Almost there. You ran your fingers along the base of his neck, pressing hard enough that he sighed. Then, as you reached the small of his back, his voice grew quiet, half-muffled by the table. "You have magical hands, darling." You smirked. Flattery. But then his tone changed, became rougher. "Bet they'll be even better... somewhere else." "I'm going somewhere else." Your fingers froze. The air thickened. You could feign ignorance—end the session, collect your tip, and move on. A slow exhale. You considered his words, weighing the risk against the lingering curiosity in your veins. Susan ran a clean salon, but she also ran a business, and the unspoken rules were clear enough. Services were what the client needed. This man wasn't pushy, just straightforward. And your hands were tired of aimlessly kneading flesh. You lowered your arms. "Turn over," you said in a calm, professional voice. He complied, the vinyl of the table creaking softly beneath him. He looked at you from under heavy eyelids, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips. You returned to the small cabinet and grabbed a fresh towel. You unfolded it deliberately, your movements measured. Placing it on his lap, you lightly brushed your fingers against the fabric covering it. A soft groan escaped his lips. Your silk robe now felt impossibly thin, the cool air of alcohol caressing your skin beneath it. You grabbed the bottle of warm oil, slowly pouring it over your fingers before reaching under the towel. His breath caught in his throat as your slick hand wrapped around him—already half-hard, thick and warm in your palm. "You've done this before," he murmured, more a statement than a question. You chuckled, twisting your wrist slightly on the upward motion. "Maybe once or twice." His chuckle turned to a groan as you tightened your grip, your thumb tracing the head with practiced precision. His hips jerked upward, seeking friction. You complied, speeding up, the oil making every movement obscenely slick. "You're damn good at this," he gritted out, his fingers digging into the edge of the table. "Mm." "Keep tipping like it means a lot to you, and I'll be great at it." Your rhythm became smooth, intuitive. Under the soft blanket of the towel, your wrist moved with a measured, undulating rhythm that seemed to draw sounds from it you'd never heard before—low moans, ragged exhalations. Amber light reflected off the smooth sheen of your forearm. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but every twitch of his jaw, every tightening of his stomach was a map you knew how to read. You leaned forward slightly, your silk robe opening just enough for the cool air to touch your skin. You wanted him to look—to see the professional detachment fade, to watch your own attention narrow to the single point of contact between his body and your hand. The game wasn't just about release; It was the power that was exchanged back and forth. He was no longer looking at the ceiling. His gaze was fixed on the small gap in your robe, the subtle movement beneath the silk. His breathing became ragged, uneven. You felt him swell, pulsing beneath your palm—a sure sign you'd learned to recognize. "Fuck," he growled, the word escaping his lips. His hips arched, no longer barely, seeking more pressure, more speed. You gave it to him. Your thumb pressed firmly just below the head with each upward stroke, your fingers clenching on the downward. The oil warmed to the temperature of your skin, making the glide smooth, almost obscene in its effectiveness. "Closer," he warned in a tense whisper. You didn't slow down. You leaned closer, your free hand lightly resting on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense and tremble under your touch. Your voice was quiet, almost purring against the humid air. "Then finish." He squeezed his eyes shut, a soft groan escaping his throat, his body tensing. You felt the hot pulse in your palm, his violent twitches of orgasm muffled by the towel. You continued to move his hand, gently and caressingly, until the last shudder passed and he collapsed back onto the table, breathless and exhausted. A slow smile touched your lips. You carefully removed your hand, wiped it with the corner of the towel, and then covered him with the stained cloth. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lavender oil. He lay there for a long time, his chest rising and falling evenly. Finally, he... He opened his eyes, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Damn it," he breathed hoarsely. "You weren't kidding." You shrugged, the silk of your robe rustling with the movement. "I'm not kidding about my job." Especially when it brings in real money in the amount of <<print 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> [[dollars|SexShop][$Mall to 0; $AP -= 1 ; $MassageSkill += random(2); $promiscuity += random(2)]] per th client. <<set $money to $money + 30 + $MassageSkill*2 + $beauty*1.2 + $promiscuity*1.2>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $Mall == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleCorridor.jpg" width="720"> A fairly spacious and extensive adult store, located on the ground floor of a building. Inside, there's a pleasant, erotic atmosphere; toys, outfits, and other items surprisingly blend harmoniously with each other, under the carefully chosen lighting and decor, leaving a pleasant impression rather than the usual feeling of awkwardness and alienation. After wandering the halls for a bit, you examine the merchandise with interest, and having made your choice, you approach the counter. <<if $AP >- 1>> [[Take a booth|GloryHole][$Mall to 1; $SexRand to random(2); $SexRandScene to random(2); $AP -= 1]] <</if>> [[Return to Main Hall|SexShop][$Mall to 0]] <<elseif $Mall == 100>> <img src="img/SexShop/Claire.png"> Claire smirked, tucking a strand of her bright blue hair behind her ear. Her pierced eyebrow lifted as she leaned against the counter, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and mischief. "Oh, you mean in the entertainment section of the store?" she purred, a playful condescension lacing her voice. "Most people don't ask. They're just pretending to come for something special—condoms or something." She pulled away from the counter and turned her chin toward the dimly lit staircase hidden behind a beaded curtain. "Come on, newbie. Let's see if you can make it bigger." The stairs creaked under your feet as you descended them, the air thick with the scent of cheap incense and something more pungent. The basement was dimly lit, the walls painted a rich red that shimmered noticeably in the faux sconces. Claire spread her arms dramatically, gesturing toward a row of narrow stalls along the far wall. Each had a small, round opening at waist level. "Welcome to one of them, because this place is keeping up," she said with a sly smile. You heard muffled sounds of movement from behind one of the closed stall doors—the rustle of fabric, a soft groan. Your cheeks flushed, but Claire just laughed, <<linkreplace "nudged you with her elbow">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleCorridor.jpg" width="720"> "Relax, nothing special. Just guys blowing off steam—literally." She winked. "Some of them are regulars. Mostly nice guys. Lonely. Overworked. You know the kind." I followed Claire's gaze through the dimly red-lit booth. It was quieter than I'd imagined, the sounds muted and mysterious. The only occupied booth shuddered slightly, then fell silent. "This," Claire continued, her tone shifting from theater guide to more businesslike, "is our unofficial community service." As you took a step closer, curiosity overcame your initial shock. The interior was surprisingly… ordinary. A small stool in each booth, a wet wipe dispenser, a discreet trash can. Claire watched you take it all in, her smirk gradually giving way to something almost sympathetic. She knew that look—the wide eyes, the assessing gaze, the quick mental calculations. You were new to town, barely scraping by, and she'd seen plenty of you come and go. "This seat's available," she said suddenly, nodding toward a booth at the far end, its door slightly ajar. "Just cleaned. Want to sit? Get the full experience of being an observer, not a participant?" Before you could respond, she walked over and swung the door wider. Inside, everything was exactly as planned: a simple wooden stool, a shelf of supplies, and that iconic, smooth hole in the partition. Beyond it stretched <linkreplace "only darkness">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart.jpg" width="720"> Hesitating only for a moment, succumbing to the morbid curiosity that often got the better of you, you stepped into the stall. The door, heavier than it had seemed, slammed behind you with a dull, muffled thud. The space felt even smaller than expected: the walls were cramped, the air warm and faintly scented with lemon-scented disinfectant. You sat down<linkreplace "on the edge of the chair">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart1.png" width="720"> Claire's muffled but distinct voice came from behind the stall door: "See? It's not that bad. Just... a deal. Simple. Clean. Well, relatively." You heard her light a cigarette, the faint crack of a match echoing loudly through the quiet basement. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light when a sound came—different from the distant bass. A soft click came from the other side of the partition. The door opened and closed. The rustle of quiet, measured footsteps. The rustle of fabric. Then silence again, but this time tense, full of anticipation. Someone was in the next stall. You froze, holding your breath. Claire hadn't mentioned the new client. She must have missed him. Your thoughts raced—should you cough? Introduce yourself? But before you could decide, a shadow appeared in the velvety visibility, <linkreplace "filling the void">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart2.jpg" width="720"> Then a figure appeared, obscuring the lifeless void. It was... the key. The head of a penis, suddenly visible within the circle of its tip, pale and smooth in the dim red light from the side. It was already fully erect, thick and flushed, its inner bead of clear moisture glistening in its folds. Your blood, quietly pulsing with curiosity, turned to ice, and then instantly to fire. You froze, staring at the thick, sinewy shaft revealed to you through the opening. Your thoughts raced—this wasn't part of the tour. Claire's laughter is faintly audible from behind the booth, but it seems distant, almost mocking. The man on the other side of the booth shifts, and you hear a quiet, low sigh. He doesn't know you're here—new, wide-eyed and unsure. He thinks you're just another anonymous mouth, another deal in the dim red light. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. Part of you wants to run out, throw open the heavy door, and rush back up the stairs. But the other part—the one that scraped by cleaning the hostel and picking up tips at the bar—stays put. That's what Claire meant. That's how this place stays afloat. Slowly, almost against your will, you lean forward. Your breath catches as your lips are inches from the swollen head, the musky scent filling your nostrils. The man on the other side exhales sharply—he must have felt the warmth of your breath brushing against him. Fuck. You stick out your tongue, running it along the slit, tasting the salty droplet of pre-cum. The reaction is instant—a soft moan, the sound vibrating through the thin septum. His hips jerk forward slightly, silently begging for more. From somewhere outside, Claire's voice carries, muffled but amused. "See? "It's not that scary once you get started." You ignore her, focusing instead on wrapping your lips around the thick head, sucking lightly. His breath hitches, his fingers straining against the stall wall. Encouraged, you take him deeper, sucking in your cheeks, sliding down his entire length. The taste was unfamiliar, the smell both intimate and sterile, but the reactions were unmistakably human. Low, guttural moans accompanied every movement of your head, the man on the other side completely bewildered by this anonymous, unexpected mastery. His hands, hidden behind the partition, pressed against the wood, as if restraining himself from <linkreplace "piercing it all the way through">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart3.webp" width="720"> Your thoughts were full of conflicting sensations—the absurdity of the situation, the raw, undeniable power emanating from the sensation of a man's pleasure in your mouth. It was dirty. It was honest. You pulled away with a wet, soft crunch, your eyes darting to the opaque partition separating you. A thin thread of saliva connected your lower lip to his glistening tip. Suddenly he spoke, his voice low and husky, thick with arousal, yet surprisingly calm. "Claire usually warns if it's new." There was no anger in his voice, only tired curiosity. You froze, your tongue still tingling from the sharp, clean taste of his precum. The sudden intrusion of coherent speech into this silent, businesslike world was more shocking than the act itself. It knocked you out of the instinctive rhythm you'd fallen into. You stared at the veiny shaft, still swaying slightly in the air, a monument to your own courage, which now seemed ridiculous. He waited. Instead of answering, you take him back into your mouth. You're not responsible, because words are the last thing you need to say. Instead, you lean forward again, capture him with your lips, and slowly slide down until the tip of his fingertip presses against your throat. He lets out a low moan, his fingers digging into the wall of the stall, but he doesn't rush you, doesn't force you deeper. His cock, hot and hard against your tongue, pulsates with every movement of your lips. You experiment—you suck only the head. , then you lower it almost to the base, feeling his breathing become increasingly ragged. His fingers tense against his septum, his knuckles white as you trace your tongue over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. A rough, trembling exhale escapes him—half restraint, <linkreplace "half capitalization">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart4.webp" width="720"> "Fuck..." The word is hoarse, escaping his throat like a confession. His hips instinctively jerk forward, but he stops, forcing himself to hold still despite the tension in his muscles. You reward his composure by hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, pulling away, eliciting a broken groan from him. Claire's cigarette smoke curls under the stall door, her voice drifting lazily from somewhere under the stairs. "I told you it was easy money." Easy? Your jaw already aches, drool coating your chin as you take him deep again. But there's something undeniably alluring about this anonymity, this naked exchange of feelings. His breathing becomes ragged, catching every time your lips slide over his body. You feel the subtle tremor in his hips through the partition, the way he braces himself against the wall as if holding back a tide. "God," he rasps, the word strained, almost reverent. "Where the hell did you learn to use your mouth like that?" You don't respond, just hum softly around him, and the vibration makes him curse again, low and obscene. His composure falters. You feel the change—the precum has thickened, the salty taste of <linkreplace "approaching orgasm">> <img src="img/SexShop/GloryHoleStart5.gif" width="720"> One of his hands disappears from behind the partition, and you hear the rough sound of denim on wood, the taut zipper. He braces himself, plunging into your mouth with short, desperate thrusts. No longer passive. No longer simply receptive. You allow him, relaxing your throat, letting him set the pace. The world narrows with the rhythm of his thrusts, wet, obscene sounds filling the small stall. His moans are rough, unfiltered, each one a testament to the mounting tension. You feel the exact moment his control breaks—his hips tremble, his breath catches in a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into your septum as if he's trying to force himself through. "Now... fuck... I'm going to cum," he rasps, the words thick and slurred with pleasure. You don't pull away. You lower yourself, taking him as deeply as you can, pressing your nose to the coarse hairs at his base. The first hot, salty pulse hits your throat, and you instinctively swallow again and again until his trembling subsides and his cock softens slightly in your mouth. For a long moment, all you can hear is his heavy, ragged breathing and your own. You pull away slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your lips swollen and tingling. The man on the other side lets out a long, contented breath, his fingers finally relaxing on the wood. "Damn," he mutters again, his voice hoarse. "That was..." But he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, you hear the rustle of fabric as he settles back, the creak of the stall door opening. Claire smirks as you finally emerge, leaning against the grimy basement wall with a cigarette dangling between your fingers. "See? Easy money." You swallow again, the taste still lingering. "Is that... really what you meant by 'community service'?" She exhales smoke, shrugging. "Hey, the store gets a cut, you get money, and the guys get a little stress relief. Everybody wins." You step out of the booth, your knees shaking slightly, the fluorescent lights overhead suddenly too bright after their dim red glow. Claire watches you with amusement, flicking ash onto the concrete floor. "Newbies always look like this," she says, exhaling smoke out the corner of her mouth. "Like they just got hit by a bus. But trust me, it gets easier with time." You wipe your mouth again, the taste still lingering—musky, salty, strangely intimate despite the anonymity. "Was that…" "Hot? Humiliating? Surprisingly not terrible?" Claire smirks, putting out her cigarette. "Yeah, that's a common reaction." You lean against the cold concrete wall, trying to calm down. You can barely breathe. The basement smells of stale smoke, cheap cleaner, and something else—something unmistakably sexy that hangs in the air like a promise. Your lips are swollen, your jaw aches slightly, and there's a damp spot on your jeans where you've been kneeling. Claire looks at you with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "Not bad for a first time," she says in a low, husky voice. "He came hard. Usually it takes new girls a few tries to get the rhythm." She pulls a crumpled wad of bills from her back pocket and tears off two twenties. "Your cut. Forty bucks for ten minutes of work. Better than cleaning toilets, right?" The money feels warm in your hand, slightly damp from her pocket. You look at it—real money, earned in ways you never [[imagined|GloryHole][$Mall to 0; $money += 40; $GloryHole to 1; $promiscuity += random(2)]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $Mall == 1>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/SexShop/GlorySuck.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/SexShop/GlorySuck1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/SexShop/GlorySuck2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/SexShop/GlorySuck3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/SexShop/GlorySuck4.gif"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> You were already on your knees, the thin industrial carpet pressing into your shins. The stall wall, that featureless slab of chipboard with its perfectly suitable opening for sex, separated you from the stranger. A quiet shuffling step from the other side. A quiet, thoughtful sigh. The distinct jingle of a belt buckle being undone—not frantically, but purposefully. The rustle of fabric. Then, silence for a moment. When he slid out of the hole, he was just… there. He was already fully aroused. You inhaled slowly through your nose. The air still smelled of carpet cleaner, but now a different scent drifted through the round hole—musky, clean, and masculine. You leaned forward. The first touch was always the most intimate. The skin was smooth and warm, stretched taut over the hard shaft. You brushed your lips just below the head, a barely perceptible kiss. You heard the faintest breath from the other side. Then you opened your mouth and took him. You were good at this. You had become good at it. You used your tongue, the flat of it pressing against the sensitive underside as you slid down, taking him deeper. Your throat relaxed, a practiced, deliberate relaxation. You felt the tip lightly brush the back of your throat, and you swallowed, a smooth, milky motion. A soft moan reached the wall. He tasted clean, like soap and leather, and you found a rhythm, deep and measured. Your hands, useless in the cramped stalls, settled on your hips, fingers digging into the denim. The only music was the slick, wet sounds you made, the quiet, raspy sound of his breathing, and the soft, occasional squeak of his shoes on the floor. Your head bobbed slowly in the dim, dusty light filtering in from under the stall door. You hollowed your cheeks, applying that pulsating suction you knew drove men wild. A harsh, bitten curse came from the other side, a sharp sound in the silence. His hips involuntarily thrust forward slightly, pressing another inch into your throat. You didn't choke; you simply relaxed, accepting it, letting your eyes fill with tears from the burning sensation. Tears not from emotion, but simply from physical causes. His hand slapped the wall next to your sex hole, a sharp impact that made you flinch for a second before returning to your rhythm. His breathing became ragged, shallow. You felt the tension building at the base of his cock, the skin growing even hotter. You doubled over, one hand sliding from your hip to cup his balls through the hole, gently rolling their weight in your palm. A low groan turned into a strangled sigh. The hand resting on the wall slid down, fingers scraping against the cheap wood paneling. His other hand appeared for a moment, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the partition, as if trying to hold on or tear it away. You continued your rhythm, a metronome of wet heat and pressure. You felt the precise moment he reached his peak, a sudden tension, a jolt in the vein under his tongue. He came in a series of deep, guttural pulses flooding your throat. You swallowed quickly, automatically, until he weakened and softened in your mouth. You slowly pulled away, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. A long, heavy silence fell on the other side. , filled only with his gradually slowing, heavy breathing. Then came the rustle of fabric, the click of a belt buckle. Footsteps, now slow, headed back up the stairs. "To your health, my dear," a rough voice croaked through the crack. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills, folded into a tight square, slid under the partition onto the carpet. At least he should have left a tip of <<print $promiscuity*2.5>> dollars. You picked up the money, stuffed it into your jeans pocket, and stood up. [[Knees Protesting|GloryHole][$Mall to 0]] <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*2.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> Between your part-time job and school, you stop by Glory Hole to make a quick buck. After crossing the sales floor and descending to the basement, you find an empty stall and wait. The wait is short: first you hear footsteps and rustling, then the sound of an unbuckled belt, and then a protruding penis. It's time to get to work. Your knee hits the thin, worn carpet on the stall floor. It smells of wet concrete, industrial cleaner, and something faintly metallic. The partition to the left is scratched plexiglass, the stall itself a cramped box of stained plywood. You hear muted rock music from the bar upstairs, the dull thud of a bassline shaking the floor. It's a different atmosphere down here. Heavy footsteps, work-booted footsteps. They stop behind your curtain. There's the rustle of denim, the sharp jingle of a belt buckle unbuckling, then the slower, more measured sound of a zipper. A wooden latch in the wall in front of you, usually secured with a simple catch, creaks open. The cock that slides inside is already half-erect, thick and sinewy, pale against the dim light of your stall. It's clean, smelling of ordinary soap and manly musk. Okay, then, time to get to work. You shift from foot to foot, taking a slow breath that smells of basement dust. You don't think about who's on the other side of the wall—a tired truck driver, a bored professor, a quiet guy from the hardware store. It's just part of your body and a job. A mouthful of rent money. You lean in, parting your lips. The skin is warm and smooth beneath your tongue. You start slowly, out of professional courtesy, running your tongue along the underside from base to tip, feeling it swell and harden on the roof of your mouth. A soft moan comes from the hole. You suck in your cheeks and take him deeper, your nose brushing the cool wood of the septum. It's not about passion. It's about rhythm, pressure, the effective application of skill. The man on the other side lets out a muffled groan, followed by a quiet, whispered, "Good job." His hips thrust forward slightly, pushing the thick head deeper into your throat. You relax your jaw, a practiced motion, letting the ridge of his head hit the soft roof of your mouth. The taste is clean, salty, with a hint of soap and musk. Your own heartbeat beats softly in your ears, louder than the distant rock music. It's not about technique anymore. It's about presence. You focus on the feeling of him filling your mouth, the gentle thrust of his hips, the moist warmth of your own breath reflecting off your cheeks. Your fingers, clasped loosely on your thighs, begin to tingle from kneeling for so long. A pulsation begins deep inside, pressing against your tongue, intensifying. A sharper, more piercing sound comes from your septum, and suddenly, the salty, bitter taste is unmistakable. You swallow reflexively, taking a familiar, quick sip. A hand that wasn't there before appears briefly, clutching the wooden frame of the opening on the other side, knuckles white with tension, and then vanishes. A quiet, rich sigh is heard, the rustle of fabric, the zipper finally closing. Then footsteps, now heavy and slow, retreat down the hallway. At least he should have left a tip of <<print $promiscuity*2.5>> dollars. You picked up the money, stuffed it into your jeans pocket, and stood up. [[Knees Protesting|GloryHole][$Mall to 0]] <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*2.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> Between your part-time job and school, you stop by Glory Hole to make a quick buck. Past the sales floor and down to the basement, you find an empty stall and wait. The wait isn't long: first you hear footsteps and rustling, then the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and then a protruding penis. Time to get down to business. The drywall wall pleasantly cooled your forehead as you leaned against it, the sharp, bleaching scent of the cleaning product they use mingling with the earthy scent of old carpet. A muffled knock from the next stall, then the familiar, deliberate rustle of a zipper being unzipped. You keep your eyes closed. Anonymity was key, for both of them. It's easier this way—no awkward eye contact, no No forced conversation, no name to remember. Just a deal. A quick fifty-dollar deal. The wooden partition creaked open, revealing a hole. A moment later, flesh emerged, pushing through the crack. Ordinary. Thick at the base, veined, already fully hardened and reddened. It swayed slightly in the stale basement air. You didn't hesitate. Hesitation led to overthinking, and overthinking led to refusal. You parted your lips and leaned forward, taking the head into your mouth. It was warm, the skin salty and slippery. A low groan came from the other side of the wall. You swirled your tongue around the crown, creating just the right amount of vacuum, your hand rising to cup the base, working in tandem. The man—you assumed it was a man—was quiet, the only sound his breathing, heavy and rhythmic. His hips gave a shallow, involuntary thrust. You took him deeper, relaxing your throat, until your nose touched the plywood. You'd succeeded. Effectively. Fortunately, your mind was free to wander. You thought about the calculus textbook waiting for you at the hostel, about unfinished homework. You thought about Lena, the sharp-tongued bartender, and whether she'd give you a shift on the weekend evening. The cock in your mouth pulsed, beating a tight, insistent rhythm with your tongue. You pulled back, letting it slide wetly from your lips before encircling him again, your hand moving from base to tip like a corkscrew, a tense, practiced motion. Precum leaked out, the bitter taste mingling with the dusty, discolored air. Another muffled moan came through the partition, followed by a hand—large, blunt-fingered, dirt caked in the creases of its knuckles—sliding through the opening to grasp the wooden frame next to your head. Your eyes tightened. Your hand was tense, the tendons standing out sharply. He was holding. Good. That usually meant he was close. Your jaw began to ache, the familiar dull throb in your joints. You concentrated on the rhythm: sucking, stroking, swallowing. Inhale, exhale. The hand beside his head tightened, his grip on the tree tightening until his knuckles turned white. A low, guttural sound, more animal than human, echoed through the thin wall. You felt him swell, the sudden, insistent hardness a clear signal. You hollowed your cheeks and increased the pressure, a final, decisive thrust. He came with a muffled cry. Hot, salty streams hit the back of your throat. You swallowed instinctively, mechanically; the taste was familiar and vaguely reminiscent of medicine. You held him in your mouth until the throbbing subsided, until his grip on the tree loosened, and his hand disappeared back into the hole. You leaned back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. The cock, now softened and slick, retreated into the hole. The wooden partition closed with a dull thud. Silence, broken only by the faint hum of a dehumidifier somewhere in the basement hallway. At least he should have left a tip of <<print $promiscuity*2.5>> dollars. You picked up the money, stuffed it into your jeans pocket, and stood up. [[Knees protesting|GloryHole][$Mall to 0]] <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*2.5>> <</if>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $End == 0>> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut.webp" width="720"> You worked hard at the grower's office. Perhaps too much. You borrowed money, then worked it off as a secretary. You worked off the debt and earned your current bread with a part-time job – wearing a short skirt and providing additional sexual services to colleagues for a small cash payment. The supplier knew, but he didn't care – you hadn't made his demands clear enough to interest you. To him, you were just another office slut, incapable of more. You ended up an office slut, often gang-banged in a small interior decorating room. The musty air in Renton's Rents smelled of cheap carpet cleaner and broken dreams. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly green tint on my reflection in the monitor as I typed out yet another loan extension agreement. Four weeks in this American college town, four weeks counting down the days until the internal language exam, and here I am: a secretary on paper, a glorified bucket of cum in practice. Renton was a man with special taste—and very refined taste. Tall, Nordic blondes with endlessly long legs and a personality to match. I was none of them. I had fine bones, hair the color of weak tea, B-cup breasts, and an ass that attracted more attention than I cared to. To Mr. Renton, I was... furniture. A functional object. He tolerated my part-time job because it motivated the other employees and brought in a little money unofficially. After work, the only sound in the office was the hum of the copier. You were on your knees, not praying, but trying to retrieve a crumpled bill that had slipped behind that damn machine. Your short skirt—part of the unofficial uniform for my other duties—was ridden high on your hips, the cheap fabric doing little to protect me from the rough industrial carpet. The door to the small conference room, your personal hell and profit center, swung open. Tychus from Accounting stood there, his tie loosened, a familiar, lazy smirk on his face. Ben from IT followed him, already unbuckling his belt. <<linkreplace "was already unbuckling his belt">> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut1.webp" width="720"> "It looks like the small team of assistants, represented by the incomparable star of our lovely employees, has already taken their places," Tychus said in a low, booming voice. You sighed, pulling your hand away from the copy machine. There was no point in protesting. That was the plan. Rent out your body, pay off your debt, save up for the exam. You rose to your feet, brushing dust off your knees. "The room is free. Just… try not to knock over the board this time. "It's really hard to get coffee out of carpet." Tychus chuckled, his laugh dark but grateful. He stepped closer, his hand sliding down and grabbing my hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp. "You're really feisty today, aren't you? Maybe we should start right here? Ben, hold her hands." Ben, a sweaty, energetic man with thick glasses, came up behind me, gripping my wrists tightly. You didn't resist. Resistance only made them rougher and wasted time. Time is money. Tychus's free hand slid up your thigh, under your skirt. His fingers found the hem of my cheap lace panties. "You know what to do, sweetheart. "Be a good girl and you'll get your money." The fluorescent light above them buzzed like an angry fly, its greenish light flooding my cramped workspace. Tychus's fingers gripped your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. Behind you, Ben's sweaty hands pinned your wrists to the small of your back, his belt buckle digging into the fabric of your skirt. Tychus's other hand hooked into the elastic of your panties and, with one sharp movement, pulled them down to your thighs. The cool office air brushed against my bare skin, causing goosebumps. "You're always so fucking wet," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he slid two fingers inside without warning. You let out a short breath, a mixture of abrupt intrusion and practiced action. You arched your back instinctively, your body reacting as they intended. Your eyes never left the ceiling tiles, water-stained and cracked. "How many of you?" "Just us for now, unless the big boss ends his call first." Tychus's voice was a low, absent-minded rasp. He moved his fingers in a lazy, corkscrew motion that seemed more intrusive than aroused. "The others are busy or squeamish about your... attention, finding you too available." Over Tychus's shoulder, I saw Mr. Renton's office door but it was indeed closed, the opaque glass panel a dim rectangle of shadow. Ben, still holding my wrists, shifted his weight, his erection pressing against the back of my skirt. I could smell his cheap aftershave, cloying and chemical, mixed with the scent of his sweat. “Maybe we should hurry up,” Ben suggested, his voice tense. “She needs to finish this before Renton gets out.” Tychus laughed, letting out a quick, sharp breath. “Since when do you care about productivity, Benny?” But he removed his fingers. “Okay. Conference room. "Now." The sharp crack of his palm against your buttock echoed through the quiet office, a familiar tingle, more like a territorial declaration than pain. You cried out, a short, sharp sound that was more for their enjoyment. It was part of the script. A little noise to make them feel like <<linkreplace "true masters">> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut2.webp" width="720"> He pushed you forward, his hand on the small of your back, past the copy machine, past your pathetic little desk, into a small conference room. The air here was always different—stale, with a subtle, sweet, metallic scent of old coffee and something else, something unique, unique to you. Without a word, you assumed your usual position, kneeling on the rough industrial carpet. The fibers scraped your skin through your stockings. You looked down, focusing on the barely noticeable scratch on the floor. Tychus and Ben approached me from the side, their shadows blending with yours in the harsh overhead light. Tychus has already pulled out, thick and eager in his hand. He smirks, looking down at you, his thumb stroking the already dripping tip. "Mouth first," he says, as if it's a damn royal decree. "We'll see later." Ben, ever the diligent student, nods, his cock twitching in his hand. "Yeah, yeah—a sandwich sounds good." His voice trembled slightly. Amateur. You sigh, rolling your shoulders. "Fine. But if you stick it in dry again, Ben, I'll charge extra." Tychus laughs loudly, his free hand tangling in your hair. "Bossy bitch." The taste of him, salt and leather, flooded your mouth as you took the head of his cock between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the tip, a practiced, purposeful motion. Your eyes never left his, a cold challenge in your gaze despite your submissive position. "This is unpleasant, to say the least," you said, your words slightly muffled but clear enough. You pulled back just enough to speak clearly, your breath warm on his damp skin. "And downright rough." You sucked him sharply, almost disapprovingly, before turning your head slightly to address Ben, who was staring at you slack-jawed. "A little drool, Ben. For God's sake. This isn't rocket science." Tychus groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Just shut up and suck it, you chatty little slut." But a small smirk appeared on his face. He liked this. The boldness. The illusion of resistance. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around his cock, running it along the underside to hear him curse under his breath. Ben fiddled with his belt, his hands shaking slightly—always so damn nervous, like he's afraid someone's going to walk in, even though the whole office knows exactly what's going on in this room. "Are you going to join in or just stand there and masturbate like a teenager?" you muttered, pulling away from Tychus only long enough to give him a dry look. Ben swallows hard, nodding, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Y-yeah, sorry..." Tychus rolls his eyes. "Jesus Christ, Ben, she won't bite." He grips your hair, tilting your head back toward him. "Unless you ask nicely." You roll your eyes but comply, taking him deeper this time, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him with slow, deliberate movements of your lips. You release his cock from your mouth with a wet popping sound, a thread of saliva still connecting you to him for a brief second before it snaps. "I don't want to waste this whole damn evening," you declare in a flat, <<linkreplace "businesslike" voice>> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut3.webp" width="720"> You don't wait for permission. You wiggle out of the cheap skirt, letting it slide down to your ankles before tossing it aside. Push her aside. The air in the room feels cooler against your bare skin. You turn around, presenting your ass to Tychus, and drop back to all fours on the rough carpet. The fibers dig into your palms. "Go ahead, get started," you say over your shoulder, arching your back just enough to make the invitation clear. Your voice is even, impatient—as if you're ordering takeout rather than offering your body. Ben finally manages to free himself from his pants, his cock sticking out, already flushed and erect. You look at him without much enthusiasm. "If you ever learn to undress like a grown man, Ben, you can have my mouth." You lick your lips meaningfully. "Until then, try not to cum in thirty seconds like last time." Tychus laughs loudly, approvingly. His hand slaps your buttocks sharply, the sound echoing in the small room. "Fuck, I love it when you snap back like anyone cares." His fingers dig into your thigh, pulling you closer. Tychus wastes no time—he never does. His grip on your hip tightens, and with one sharp thrust, he enters you. No foreplay, no gentleness. Just a hot, sudden stretch as he fills you, the burn of friction softened only by the slickness between your thighs. You exhale sharply through your nose, his fingers digging into the carpet, but you don't protest. That's the deal. <<linkreplace "this is what you signed up for">> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut4.webp" width="720"> Ben steps closer, his cock bobbing in front of your face. He smells of nervous sweat and cheap aftershave, and his hands shake as he cups your head from behind. You roll your eyes, but open your mouth anyway, letting him slide between your lips. He's smaller than Tychus, less confident, and you can already taste the salty tang of precum on the tip of his cock. The rough carpet roughened your knees, another scratch in the sea of scrapes and bruises you wore like a second skin. Tychus slammed into you from behind, each deep, rhythmic thrust pushing you forward, the slap of skin on skin merging with the heavy, ragged breathing in the room. The brutal rhythm was almost hypnotic, if you didn't let yourself think about it. Your world narrowed. Behind you, Tychus's moans, the pinch of his fingers digging into your hips. In front, the salty, bitter taste of Ben on your tongue, the clumsy thrusts of his hips, his fingers gripping your hair too tightly. You choked slightly as he thrust too deeply, but didn't pull away. You sucked rhythmically, hollowing your cheeks, your jaw beginning to ache. Your body was merely a conduit, a kind of port between their aggression and release. "God, you're so tight." Tychus's voice was a rough growl behind you, his fingers digging deeper into your hips as he picked up the pace. His cock slid against your walls with every thrust, the friction bordering on painful—just the way he liked it. You bit back a moan, focusing on the weight of Ben's cock filling your mouth, the way his breath hitched each time you sucked harder. Ben's grip on your hair tightened, his hips bucking forward with a frantic intensity. "Fuck... fuck, I'm close," he muttered, his voice shaking. You rolled your eyes inwardly but didn't stop, bobbing your head faster, encouraging him. No point in dragging it out. Tychus chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming sharper, more purposeful. "Already? God, Ben, you're pathetic." His hand slid down your thigh, his fingers finding your clit, rough and precise. His touch was merciless—no teasing, no building tension, just a hard, circular pressure that made your thighs tense. You inhaled sharply, gripping Ben's cock, your body instinctively arching into Tychus's hand, though your mind remained distant. Ben groaned, his hips bucking. "I... I can't..." You knew what would happen. You always knew. His orgasm hit you in the back of your throat, bitter and warm, and you swallowed reflexively, wrinkling your nose at the taste. Pathetic. Predictable. Tychus didn't slow down. Instead, he fucked you harder, his fingers still rubbing your clit roughly and mercilessly in circles. "Like this," he growled, his breath hot on your neck. "Take it like a pretty little slut." Your knees ached from the friction of the carpet, your palms clenching to keep from falling face-first into Ben's softening cock. His fingers on your clit were like exposed wire, sending sharp, unpleasant jolts throughout your body. You hated the way your body reacted, the treacherous warmth clenching in your pit despite everything. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. or eyes, focusing on physical details—the rustle of the carpet, the scent of Tychus's sweat, the fading taste of Ben in your mouth—anything to <<linkreplace "not be here now">> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut5.webp" width="720"> Ben pulled his cock out of your mouth with a soft, wet sound, breathing heavily. He took a step back, clumsily zipping up his fly. "Shit," he muttered, avoiding your gaze. "I, uh… I'll be at my desk." He practically ran out of the room, the door slamming behind him, leaving you alone with Tychus. Tychus's rhythm didn't falter. His thrusts were deep and crushing, each one driving you into the carpet. The door clicks, muffling Ben's retreating footsteps. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by Tychus's ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against your ass. Now you're alone with him, and the dynamic instantly shifts. It becomes more intimate, more dangerous. His hand leaves your hip and slaps your ass again, a sharp, searing blow that leaves you gasping against the carpet fibers. "Finally," he rasps, his voice low and hoarse with effort. "Now I don't have to listen to that little brat whine." His pace doesn't slow; instead, it becomes more possessive, more measured. He leans over you, pressing his chest against your back. His breath is hot on your neck. You feel the rough texture of his shirt on your skin. One arm wraps around your torso, lifting you slightly, arching your back to penetrate deeper. The angle changes, and suddenly his cock hits a spot inside you that takes your breath away—unwanted, involuntary. Your fingers dig into the carpet, the rough fibers digging into your palms as he fucks you harder, deeper, like he's trying to carve his name into your flesh. "Do you like this?" Tychus growls in your ear, his voice rough with effort. His free hand slides up your stomach, fingers digging into your ribs before stopping just below your throat—not squeezing, just stating. "I bet you do. I bet you fucking love this." You don't respond. You don't want to please him. But your body still fails you—your thighs tremble, your cunt clenches around him, and a treacherous heat spreads low in your belly. Tychus laughs, dark and meaningful. "Yeah, I thought so." His fingers tighten slightly, just enough to remind you who's in charge. Tychus's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your throat, not enough to cut off your breath, but enough to make your pulse pound in his grip. His hips thrust forward with brutal precision, each thrust forcing a strangled gasp from your lips. The carpet burns your knees, the rough fibers leaving red marks, but the discomfort is almost imperceptible—your entire world narrows to the relentless thrust and pull of his cock inside you, the sharp tingle of his fingers on your skin, the way your body betrays you, clenching <<linkreplace "around him">> <img src="img/End/OfficeSlut6.webp" width="720"> His free hand slides down your stomach, his fingers dipping between your thighs to find your clit again. This time, his touch is rougher, more insistent—no teasing, just hard, circular pressure bordering on pain. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, but your hips twitch anyway, craving more friction no matter what. "Fuck, you're so wet." His thumb presses hard against your clit, the pressure a merciless counterpoint to his pulsing rhythm. The sensation is sharp, electrifying, impossible to ignore, filling your body with a heat that feels stolen. You clench your jaw, grinding your teeth, fighting the building pressure behind your eyes and deep in your stomach. It's humiliating, the way your body strives for a peak it wasn't invited to, driven by a man who owns the moment more than he owns you. Tychus feels it, of course. He always does. He leans closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe, his voice a low, mocking rumble against your skin. "Come on. Let go. Show me how much you need it." You shake your head, the movement small and sharp as he presses the hand on your throat. It's a futile protest. His fingers are relentless, his cock cutting through the familiar, agonizing space inside you. The orgasm hits you like a slap—sudden, sharp, and completely out of your control. Your back arches involuntarily, your muscles clenching as pleasure shoots through you in hot, pulsing strokes. in surging waves. You don't make a sound, but your body convulses around him, clenching so tightly as if trying to trap him inside you. Tychus groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts, fucking you through it. "Fuck, like that," he growls, his voice rough with approval. His fingers dig into your hips so hard they leave bruises, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. You fall forward onto your forearms, gasping, your thighs shaking. The aftertaste still rolls through you, unwanted but undeniable. Tychus doesn't slow down—in fact, he gets even rougher, his hips thrusting forward with brutal efficiency. Tychus's breath hitches, his thrusts becoming uneven—deep, ragged thrusts that knock the air from your lungs. His fingers grip your hair, pulling it almost painfully, holding you in place as his hips buck against your ass. "Fuck..." His voice is a strained growl, low and rough, ringing in your earlobe. His cock pulses inside you, hot and thick as he releases with a sharp exhale. You feel the wet heat fill you, the possessive grip of his fingers holding you in place until the last tremors course through his body. Then, suddenly, he lets go. Tychus steps back, leaving you kneeling on the ruined carpet, your thighs slick with sweat and the traces of his orgasm. He tucks his pants in with practiced ease, barely out of breath, as if he'd just finished a brisk jog rather than fucking you bareback. "You're getting better at this." You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still tasting Ben's bitterness mixed with your own saliva. The carpet fibers cling to your damp knees, leaving tiny red marks where you've been pinned to the floor. Your thighs tremble slightly as you shift, already feeling <<linkreplace "soreness">> <img src="img/End/BarBitch1.webp" width="720"> "Enough practice," you mutter dryly, your voice hoarseer than usual. You tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing against the sore spot where Tychus had squeezed you too tightly. Tychus smirks, adjusting his belt with one hand and rummaging in his pocket for his wallet with the other. He pulls out a few bills without counting them—he never does—and tosses them on the table next to you. "You deserve it," he says, his tone somewhere between praise and mockery. You don't thank him. Instead, you raise an eyebrow and nod toward the door where Ben has fled. "Don't forget to pay Ben's bill," you remind him, your voice even as you slowly rise from the floor. Your knees protest, aching and sore from the rough carpet. You feel the pain sink deep into your muscles, a familiar aftereffect. Tychus gives a short, sharp laugh, shaking his head and pulling a few more crumpled bills from his wallet. "Right. Forgot about that little asshole." He tosses the extra money on the table, and it lands with a soft rustle next to the first stack. "Here. "Satisfied?" You don't answer, just bend down to pick up the skirt you'd tossed aside. The fabric feels cheap and thin as you pull it up above your hips. Your movements are slow, deliberate, each a small act of return. "You're becoming more and more talkative," Tychus remarks, looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes. [[What else can I do, Tychus?|start]] <<set $OfficeBuff1 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <>

<> <<if $LoanOffice == 1>> Before work, you go into a small women's locker room, choosing what clothes to wear. <<if $outfits[7].owned == true>> [[Office Suit|LoansharkOfficeWork][$LoanOffice to 2]] <</if>> <<if $outfits[8].owned == true>> [[Revealing Office Suit|LoansharkOfficeWork][$LoanOffice to 3]] <</if>> <<if $outfits[7].owned == false && $outfits[8].owned == false >> [[You don't own appropriate clothing|LoansharkOffice][$SexRand to random (9); $LoanOffice to 2; $SexRandScene to random(2);$Rand to random(4)]] <</if>> <<elseif $LoanOffice == 2>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/work.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Loanshark/work1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Loanshark/work2.jpg"> <</if>> The loan shark's office smelled of cheap cigars and stale coffee. It was a place where the air felt like someone owed money. You spent the entire day working, trying not to dwell too much on how deeply in debt you were. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow over the loan shark's cluttered office. Haphazardly stacked papers, a half-empty coffee cup with a lipstick stain on the rim—yours—and the faint smell of stale cigarettes hung in the air. You'd spent the entire damn day shuffling bills, answering phones in a sickly sweet voice (because the loan shark insisted), and dodging the wandering glances of employees and "colleagues." Your back ached from perched on the edge of his client chair—the one with the suspicious stain—but you couldn't complain. Not when every dollar reduced the debt hanging above you a little. [[Hanging above you|Evening][$officeskill += random(2); $social += random(1); $intellect += random(1)]] by whole <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<elseif $LoanOffice == 3>> <<set $variable to random(2)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/workshort.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Loanshark/workshort1.jpg"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Loanshark/workshort.webp"> <</if>> The office is quiet and monotonous—the clicking of keys, muffled phone conversations, the occasional whir of a printer. You adjust your short skirt, the fabric rising on your hips as you finish typing the last reports of the day. The unspoken rule here is simple: dress appropriately. A shadow falls across your desk. It's one of your colleagues—tall, thin, with a perpetually tense crease between his brows. He taps his fingers impatiently on your desk. "Are you busy?" " he asks, though his gaze is already sliding down your legs. You lean back slightly, letting your skirt ride up another inch. "I was just finishing up." He exhales sharply, jerking his thumb toward the "meeting room" everyone uses for quick stress relief. "In five minutes? Got time?" You smirk, pushing back your chair. "Four would be better," Mark chuckles softly, already adjusting his belt as you enter the small, [[dimly lit room|LoansharkOfficeSex][$SexRand to random(1); $SexRandScene to random (2)]] <</if>> <>

<> <<if $SexRand == 0>> <<set $variable to random(4)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSex.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSex1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSex2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSex3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSex4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> The small office was barely more than a storage closet—dim lighting, a dusty couch pushed against the wall, and a faint scent of sweat and desperation hanging in the air. Mark wasted no time pinning you against the door as soon as it slammed shut. His hands were rough as he grabbed your hips, pulling you against him. "You've been teasing me all damn day in that skirt," he growled, digging his fingers into your skin. - "You knew what you were doing." You arched into him, biting your lip as his knee pushed between your thighs. "Maybe he did." He didn't bother with foreplay. One hand gripped your hair, tilting your head back, and his lips pressed against yours—hot, demanding, tasting of cheap coffee and cigarettes. The kiss wasn't graceful. It was wet and possessive, commanding, with teeth and tongue that left you gasping, pressing against his lips. His hands were everywhere at once, the rough fabric of his pants scraping your bare thighs, his other hand lifting the hem of your skirt up to your hips. You were pressed between the unforgiving wood of the door and his thick heat. His grip on your thigh was so tight that there would be bruises later—little purple marks you'd hide from everyone. The thought made something forbidden stir inside you. "So damn predictable," he murmured into your throat, nipping at your skin. His hands tugged your panties down your legs in one impatient motion. You tossed them aside, a piece of white lace falling onto the worn linoleum. He fumbled clumsily with his belt buckle, the metallic clang echoing loudly through the quiet room. There was something rude about it, a certain mercenary haste. He didn't even push you onto the couch—he simply leaned you forward over the armrest, your palms pressing against the worn upholstery. The rough fabric scraped against your skin as he lifted your skirt to your waist, completely exposing you. "You're even lubricated for me," he growled, running his fingers through your wetness before abruptly stroking his cock. "Damn, I knew you wanted this." You bit back a moan as he thrust into you without warning, the stretch harsh and sudden. No tension, no gentleness—just the sharp, powerful thrust of his hips, pushing you forward with every movement. His hands gripped your waist so tightly they left marks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The table creaked under his pressure, the sound muffled only by the pounding of your pulse in your ears. His breath was hot on your neck, ragged and uneven. "God, you're so tight." His voice was rough, strained—as if he was barely holding back. You gasped as he thrust deeper into you, your fingers gripping the armrest of the couch. The friction burned, but there was something dirty and exciting about it—the way he used you without hesitation, as if you were just another convenience in this cramped little office. His hand suddenly fisted in your hair, jerking your head back. "Look at you," he growled, his breath hot in your ear. "Taking it like you were made for it." You whimpered, instinctively arching your body toward him. Pain mingled with pleasure, the rough movement of his body inside you making your thighs tremble. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't supposed to be. His free hand slid down your thigh, his fingers pressing hard against your clit in rough, uneven circles. The sensation was sharp, almost unbearable—his fingers working with the same impatient intensity as his thrusts. You gasped, your toes curling into fists, pleasure clenching in your stomach. "Fuck..." his voice was a broken groan, pressing against your neck, his rhythm faltering. "I'm going to fill your fucking cunt with my seed. Is this what you want?" You didn't respond—you couldn't, you couldn't, not with the way his fingers tangled in your hair, holding your head back. But your body responded for you, clenching around him. him, as heat spread throughout your body. He let out a hoarse laugh, his breath hot and ragged on your skin. "Yeah, I thought so." His hips jerked forward once, twice—then he thrust deeply into you with a low, guttural groan. You felt him pulsate inside you, his grip on your thigh tightening, as if he were holding you in place. For a second, you both froze. The silence in the cramped office was heavy, broken only by Mark's ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. His weight pinned you against the rough armrest of the couch, his sweat cooling your back. You felt the wetness between your thighs, sticky evidence of what had just happened. Mark pulled out with a soft, wet sound, releasing you abruptly. You slowly straightened up, your legs shaking. You adjusted your skirt. The fabric felt cheap and thin to the touch, especially against your sensitive skin. He was already fastening his belt, not looking at you. "Get yourself together," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "And don't forget, there's some paperwork to finish." You nodded, not trusting your voice. The room now smelled of sex and stale coffee—a combination that would likely linger in your memory for a long time. You smoothed your hair, your fingers catching in the tangled strands left by his rough treatment. At least now you know for sure that in addition to the standard office salary of <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, you'll get a personal bonus today of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2; $officeskill += random(2); $social += random (1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> The small office is cramped—just a desk, a chair, and barely enough room to breathe. The flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows as your colleague, a broad-shouldered guy named Derek from accounting, closes the door behind you with a click that seems louder than it should. He wastes no time. "Long day, huh?" he mutters, already unbuttoning his pants, his gaze sliding down to your hips where the hem of your skirt rides up. You don't answer, just bite your lip and lean back against the table, spreading your legs just enough to take his breath away. Derek's hands are rough as he grabs your hips and yanks you forward. No gentleness, no nonsense—just the sharp touch of his palm against your ass before he lifts your skirt. His fingers hook into the elastic of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. Muffled keyboard sounds and distant phone calls drift through the thin door. This room is meant for just that—a quick, anonymous reset from stress and frustration. And God, you could use a reboot. Derek pulls your panties down to your ankles, and you peel them off, feeling the coolness of your bare skin against the worn industrial carpet. He tosses them aside, placing his hands on your back again, and places one between your legs. You're already slick, and he makes a low, guttural sound of approval. This is simple, this is effective—this is exactly what you signed up for. He rummages through his wallet on the table, pulls out a condom, and tears the wrapper with his teeth. You watch as he pulls it on, his cock sticking out, hard and erect. He doesn't ask if you're ready. He simply straightens up and enters you with one sharp thrust that leaves you gasping and clutching the edge of the table behind you. The wood bites into your palms. "That's it," he grumbles, his hot breath fanning your neck. "So damn tight." His rhythm is fast and grueling, every movement of his hips pressing your back against the desk. The cheap particle board creaks in protest. You can feel the vibration of the printer running somewhere down the hall, through the floor. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into you, holding you in place as he fucks you. It's rough and impersonal, just two bodies using each other to diffuse the tension of a Tuesday afternoon. You throw your head back, your light brown hair brushing against scattered papers and a forgotten coffee mug. You focus on the sensations, the friction, the sheer physicality of it. He doesn't linger long. With a final, broken groan, he goes deeper and stills, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. For a moment, only The only sounds left are his ragged breathing and the hum of the overhead light. He pulls out of you as abruptly as he entered, stepping back to remove the condom. You straighten up, your skirt falling back into place, and you feel a pleasant, familiar ache between your legs. "Thank you," Derek says, his voice already returning to its normal, casual tone as he fastens his pants. "I needed that." <br"Yes, you're welcome," you reply, smoothing your hair and picking up your panties from the floor. You both exit the small office separately and return to the flow of the workday as if nothing had happened. The door clicks shut behind you, completing another "deal." At least now you know for sure that in addition to the standard office rate of <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, you'll get a personal bonus today of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2; $officeskill += random(2); $social += random (1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> The second the door slams behind you, his hands are on your hips, spinning you around and pinning you against the wall. His hot breath fanns your neck—harsh, caffeinated, impatient. "Lift up your skirt," he growls, already tugging at the hem. You comply, lifting her just enough for him to push your panties aside. No foreplay, no sweet talk—just the smooth touch of his cock against you before he thrusts into you with a rough groan. "You're tight," he murmurs, squeezing your hips so hard he leaves bruises. "You're rushing it," you protest, bracing your hands against the wall as he sets a killer pace. Mark doesn't respond—he simply fucks you as if trying to drive his frustration to your bones. Four minutes later, his rhythm falters. He presses you against his chest, one hand tangling in your hair and the other wrapping around your waist. He comes with a strangled groan, plunging deep inside you one last time before going still, his whole body shaking against you. He releases you as abruptly as he took you, stepping back to zip up his shirt and straighten his tie. "That'll last me until the quarterly review," Mark mutters, looking at you as if he already considers the task accomplished. You smooth down your skirt, hiding a smile as the familiar, satisfying pain spreads throughout your body. At least now you know for sure that on top of the standard office salary, <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, today you will receive a personal bonus in the form of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2; $officeskill += random(2); $social += random (1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <</if>> <<elseif $SexRand == 1>> <<set $variable to random(6)>> <<if $variable == 0>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 1>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck1.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 2>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck2.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 3>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck3.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 4>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck4.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 5>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck5.webp"> <</if>> <<if $variable == 6>> <img src="img/Loanshark/OffiseWorkSuck6.webp"> <</if>> <<if $SexRandScene == 0>> The small office is cramped, smelling of stale coffee and cheap carpet cleaner. Derek from accounting closes the door and leans against a filing cabinet with a lazy smirk on his face. His eyes are already darkened with tension. "Would you like a blow job?" he asks in a quiet voice, the Russian word sounding harsh and out of place in the sterile air. You simply nod, dipping your chin quickly and matter-of-factly. That's part of the deal. You kneel on the thin carpet, the rough fibers scratching your skin through your stockings. He spreads His belt snaps, the clank of metal ringing loudly in the quiet room. His cock is already hard and sticking out of his pants. It's not particularly impressive, but it's clean, and he works quickly. You take him into your mouth, tasting the familiar salty taste on your tongue. You work him with practiced ease, your head bobbing in a steady rhythm. One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head, not forcing, but simply guiding. His breathing hitches, turning into shallow sighs. "Fuck, that's good," he grunts, moving his hips slightly. - Like this. You focus on the task, the mechanical nature of it almost meditative. You feel him tense, his hips tense. You know the signs. You push him deeper, relaxing your throat, and he curses under his breath. His orgasm is swift. He comes with a guttural groan, his fingers tightening in your hair for a second before he releases you. You swallow—an action as routine as writing a report—and pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He's already laying back down and zipping up his jacket with a satisfied sigh. - Damn. "I needed this." He looks at you, still kneeling, and something flashes in his eyes - maybe gratitude, maybe something else. He awkwardly pats your shoulder - “Okay. See you at the table." You stand up, your knees protesting slightly. Your skirt is slightly hiked up in the back, and you smooth it down as he opens the door, letting in a beam of fluorescent light from the hallway. He leaves without another word. You're left alone in the small room for a moment. Your reflection in the dark computer monitor is blurry—a girl with tousled light brown hair and smeared lipstick. You straighten your blouse, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and take a deep breath. The air still smells of him, cheap aftershave, and sex. You open the door and walk out. At least now you know for sure that on top of the standard office salary, <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, you'll get a personal bonus today in the form of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2; $officeskill += random(2); $social += random(1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 1>> The small office is cramped, smelling of stale coffee and cheap carpet cleaner. The only light comes from a flickering fluorescent lamp overhead. Derek from accounting closes the door with a soft click and turns the lock. He's already unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving your lips. "Give me a quick blow-job, okay?" he asks in a voice usually used for ordering fast food. You simply nod, kneeling on the rough industrial carpet. It's not entirely comfortable, but that's not the point. He wastes no time. His cock is already hard and bulging from his shorts. He smells faintly of soap and sweat. You take him into your mouth, and the familiar weight and taste fill your senses. He makes a noise. A sharp hiss, his fingers tangling in your light brown hair, but not gently. He sets a fast, demanding rhythm, fucking your mouth with shallow, insistent thrusts. You work him with practiced ease, your lips tightly wrapped around his waist. He's not particularly large, but he's impatient, his hips thrusting forward with a selfish, grinding pace. His grip on your hair tightens, pulling you closer until you feel the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat. You suppress the urge to gag, breathing sharply through your nose. "Yes, damn it,," he grumbles, bracing his other hand against the cheap chipboard door. "Take it all, you hungry little one "slut." You feel his hips begin to tremble. He's close now. You suck in your cheeks, increasing the suction, and it does the trick. With a muffled, guttural cry, he spills into your mouth, his release bitter and warm. You swallow quickly, as habitually as typing a memo. He pulls out of you with a wet sound, already pulling up his pants. He zips up, his breathing still a little ragged. "Damn. Good girl." He strokes your head like a well-trained pet, then glances at his watch. "Damn, you're late for the budget meeting. Don't be late with your income tax reports, okay?" He walks out the door without even looking back. He pulled away, leaving you kneeling. You stood up, your joints protesting slightly. You smoothed your short skirt, ran a hand through your tousled hair, and wiped the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. A fluorescent light hummed overhead. You took a deep breath, still tasting it on your tongue. Just another office transaction between colleagues. You opened the door and returned to the echoing office, ready to end your shift. The clock on the wall showed it was only 3 PM. You still have plenty of time to earn your keep. At least now you know for sure that in addition to the standard office rate of <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, you'll get a personal bonus today of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2;$officeskill += random(2); $social += random (1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <<elseif $SexRandScene == 2>> The small office, barely larger than a luxurious storage room, smelled of stale coffee and printer toner. A flickering fluorescent light hummed overhead as you adjusted your skirt, the hem riding higher and higher with every movement of your legs. He wasted no time. The door slammed behind him, and his fingers were already unbuckling his belt before it had even clicked shut. "Mind if I skip the foreplay?" His voice was rough and impatient. You smirked, kneeling on the thin office carpet—no need to feign enthusiasm when the promise of faster debt repayment was motivation enough. His cock came free, already half-hard, and you didn't hesitate. One hand cupped the base, the other braced against his thigh as you took him into your mouth with practiced ease. He groaned, instinctively bucking his hips. "Damn, I knew those skirts weren't just for show." - His hand tangled in your hair, not gently, but guiding your rhythm as you moved with him. You could taste the slight saltiness of his skin, feel his muscles tense beneath your palm. The cheap carpet dug into your knees, but you barely noticed—all your attention was focused on the staccato sounds escaping his lips, the way his breath caught as you moved your tongue in the right direction. "Faster," he grumbled, tightening his grip. "Yes, that's it. God, you're good at this." You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper until he cursed under his breath, bracing his free hand against the filing cabinet next to you. The metal clanked with every movement of his hips. You felt him getting closer, his cock swelling in your mouth, his body tensing. When he came, it was a strangled groan, his orgasm hot and bitter on your tongue. You swallowed, not breaking eye contact as he shuddered with his thrusts. It wasn't personal, and judging by his shy smile when he pulled away and handed over two crumpled twenties, it wasn't personal for him either. He muttered a quick "thank you" and slipped out, leaving you alone with the buzzing light and the smell of sex. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and stood up, smoothing your dangerously short skirt. Fifty bucks closer to freedom. You gathered your things, and the click of your heels on the linoleum was the decisive sound as you left the loan office for the day. The evening air was a relief from the stuffy office; it was cool and carried with it the faint scent of mown grass and gasoline. Your shift at Nick's Bar wouldn't start for another hour. Maybe give yourself a day off - just sit and have a drink? At least now you know for sure that in addition to the standard office rate of <<print 50 + $officeskill*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars, you'll get a personal bonus today of <<print $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> dollars [[tips|Evening][$promiscuity += random(2); $OfficeSlut += 2; $officeskill += random(2); $social += random (1); $intellect += random(1)]] <<set $CurrentLoan to $CurrentLoan - 50 - $officeskill*4 - $beauty*0.5 - $social*0.5>> <<set $money to $money + $promiscuity*4 + $beauty*0.5 + $social*0.5>> <</if>> <</if>> <>