/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

<<10) Redeem coupon with Courtney

Ms. Alexis dizzily babbles to herself on the way back to her classroom, her coinslot-esque pupils constricted and focused on the distance. She's trapped in the hell of her own disbelief, so much so that she can't seem to rid of her awkward smile no matter how many times she stressfully rubs her forehead.

"Hey uh, Ms. Alexis, I'm just gonna go." I jab a thumb over my shoulder and try to keep a straight face, as to not surrender my true motive.

She turns her head to me, the broken smile fading and worry pinning back her ears. "Huh? O-Oh, of course."

I step away, almost turning my back, but I keep enough of an angle to leave her some choice kind words. "I'm not gonna use this coupon, by the way. If I'm going to have your love, I'm going to earn it. So, don't stress yourself out about what happened."

Relief tugs at the corner of her lips and she exhales sharply, fixing her hair with her fingers and palming her heart through her breasts. "Well, I did not look forward to getting into that awkward argument, so thank you. You really are a good boy, Seth. A lot more mature than most of the people around here, which is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous…" Her irritation resurfaces, her eyes narrowed right through me. "Ah- And sorry that the principal wasn't much help for your ahem, assault. If you ever need to talk to me about it or if she bothers you again, you can call me or visit me in my classroom."

"Alright, you too, Ms. Alexis." I mindlessly reply, walking off toward the unisex bathroom. As I do, I tap the coupon on my palm as if brandishing a bat, pulling out a pen and clicking it open… Strike Ms. Alexis, and hello Courtney.

A polished wooden door with a curved silver handle and an internal lock, tucked away in one of the alleyways between halls, smack dab in the middle. It's usually a teacher's bathroom, but due to the rise in 'special accomodations' students, these type of bathrooms have mostly been left to the public to use. It's the perfect place to get someone alone, since it has its own lock, and unlike a stall it's enclosed, so nobody can hear or see you.

I reach out toward the handle and push down without any resistance. I step in, happily whistling the 'Tequila' tune, lo and behold; Courtney is sitting down atop the lid-down toilet perusing her phone, waiting here just for me!

She hefts the phone off to the side and looks up, glaring immediately. "And just where the fuck have you been, numb-nuts? I said during 5th period! I've been waiting here for like, hours!"

I put on a smug smile and close the door behind me, stepping into the center of the room and looking down at my poor, poor prey with a straight back. "Sorry, Courtney, I got a little wrapped up in something. Good news is I'm not actually here to fight."

Courtney quirks a brow high above her resting bitch face. "Ehh? Going to apologize, then?"

"Nope." I pull my jeans up a little and whip the edited coupon out, snapping it between my fingers like a dollar bill a couple times. "Just here for a quick blowjob before clubs. You're good at those, right?"

"Wait what?" A familiar voice asks from behind. Siyuki is leaning in through the crack of the door, her hair a peculiar color of blonde that looks an awful lot like the foam I used. I tense up a little, that fucking bitch was going to ambush me!

"T-That's right." I stumble, trying to put on a conniving, victorious grin- though I feel as if it only shows up on one side of my face. "That right there is a uh, coupon for a free blowjob from you, Courtney, and I could really use a stress reliever."

Courtney holds her palm up to me and scoffs, folding her fingers and pointing her index about valley-girl style. "Alright, first of all, why are you wearing a girl's top? Second of all? Ahah! No~. In any other scenario, I'd just kick you in the balls and call it a day, but I'm actually kinda impressed with the forgery. This really looks like hers."

Really should give that back once I find a new shirt. "No forgeries here, that's a real coupon for 7 Courtney blowjobs. I thought you knew she gave those out, y'know, with the type of girl you are."

"Excuse me?" She uncrosses her legs, stands up from the seat, and walks right up to me. She's shorter, sure, but she doesn't look one bit afraid. She puts her fists on her love handles and dips forward, getting right up in my face with her mean mug. "What type, fuckface?"

I turn my head slightly aside and smirk, eyes still trained on her through their corners. "Easy."

Something snaps from my little quip, her whole expression twitching on one side of her face in anger. I expected her to floor me right there, but Siyuki perched her chin up on my shoulder.

"You didn't really forge a principal's signature, did you? That's a very bold move, Seth… Something like that could get you in biiig trouble~." She taunts, her palms flat against my lower back.

"It isn't forged." I repeat, "I really did earn that coupon. You can ask Dr. Lashingcrop yourself."

Courtney spews out a taunting laughter, covering her mouth with her face and arching her back. "Are you for real? We already called your bluff, stupid, so won't you just give it a rest?"

"No, really. Go ask her."

"Mmn, he's really sticking to it? How admirable, in a pathetic, last-ditch, thinking we're stupid kinda way." Siyuki taunts, adopting her own valley-girlish manners to compliment Courtney's innate hatefuckability.

The popular girl sighs and juts her hip aside, eying me over with the lip of her corner raised, smug and sure of herself. "Yeah, I'm not buying it. Tell you what, Seth. Since you're too much of a pussy to fight me-."

"Uh, you don't get to bring friends." I nudge my head in Siyuki's direction.

"Shut up. Since you're an obnoxious pussy loser and don't want to fight, I'll let you surrender. I can think of all sorts of terrible ways you can make up all your little bullshit to me. Reputation doesn't come cheap so you're going to have quite the hazing, but I'll forgive you. All you have to do is be my bitchboy, and I won't tell the principal you pulled this shit and get you kicked out."

"Piss off, turbo-slut. I just wanna throat fuck you and get to music class." I flash my teeth at Courtney, challenging her ego.

She growls, she actually fucking growls, then reaches out to grab my- well, Ms. Alexis' shirt. "Alright, we're going there right now, then!" Instead of moving right away, Courtney holds me there and mocks a smile, but I remain still and stonefaced, chipping it away. She finally groans and snatches my wrist instead, bumping Siyuki out of the way and dragging me by the hand into the hallway.

"Woah, holding hands? What's that all about, Courtney?" I ask, wiggling in her grip slightly.

"Shut the fuck up, I just don't want you running off like a little weasel, you're facing your mess this time!"

"Are you sure you don't just want to hold hands?" I rub my thumb across the back of her hand sweetly, and the minute I do she turns around and sends a hand into my cheek. A cold sting rolls across my face and ripples with aftershocks, but I'm satisfied with the irritaiton I've caused her, so I stay quiet to avoid any more outbursts from her. She's taking my bait and I don't want to ruin that.

Siyuki follows behind us at a good distance, playing a sort of observer role in this crazy adventure. She keeps up the whole way to the office, where we walk right past the front desk.

The door slams open and the principal pulls her hands from under the table, setting them flat on her desk and jarring herself out of her seat. "Who in the fuck!?"

Courtney strides over to the desk with that same smug smile, releasing my hand in the process. "Dr. Lashingcrop, I have apprehended a Mr. Seth for a horrible crime! He's forged your signature~!" She cries in a faux innocent voice, slipping over the paper and looking over her shoulder to catch my expression, but I'm smiling. This visibly dampens her mood.

Dr. Lashingcrop eyes over the slip for a moment, grabbing her glasses off the table and unfolding the winged frame to put them on. She tilts her head at an angle and sets her eyes down at the paper very specifically. "Hmmm…" She further tests it by holding it up to the light of a lamp on her desk. "Yep, it's genuine. Only odd thing is the scribbled out name, but I'm sure I just made a mistake. That's free head for sure. Better get to work."

"What!?" Courtney and Siyuki say in unison, the former girl shaking furiously in place. "Are you like, fucking retarded or something?"

Dr. Lashingcrop's brows skyrocket in surprise, her eyes glancing between the coupon and Courtney's priceless face. She reaches into her desk and simply pulls out a large 100-sided die, setting it with a slam on the center of the leather-cored desk.

Courtney stares at the die, so stumped that her posture actually falls and she ends up relaxing her shoulders, gawking at it, then me. "What?"

I clear my throat and nervously frown. "She uh… Kinda decides how many dicks you suck on a dice roll."

"Ooookay, so uh, why are you giving him a ticket like that?? is this some sort of sick prank? You know this is the same asshole that attacked me at lunch last week, right?"

Suddenly, Dr. Lashingcrop's eyes widen and her jaw drops in surprise, only to rebound into a grin, "Wait! You're milky boinkers!?" She snaps her eyes head to toe on Courtney, then bursts into laughter and slams the desk heartily whilst leaning back comfortably in her big chair. "BONK! HHhhhhhhhh!" She wheezes.

I snicker to myself, watching the show unfold by the door, right next to a shocked-speechless Siyuki.

Courtney begins vibrating into supermatter, her entire face red. "Just who the FUCK do you think you're laughing at? I'm Courtney Huberman, you know, Huberman, the name on your fucking paycheck?"

"Oh? What are you going to do, tell daddy? I'll suck his dick too. You don't want to cuck your poor mother, do you?"

"F- N… Wh- What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Courtney's voice pitches high in frustration and she stamps her foot, damn near throwing a fit.

Dr. Lashingcrop purses her lips. She looks at me, then at Courtney, then back to me. She folds her hands infront of her and humms thoughtfully, mulling the options over in the serious manner I had seen before. "Well, this is certainly interesting. On one hand, the boy behind you could have us high-rolling in the scores with his talents. On the other, your family has directly funded us- but you DID act like a huge bitch… Alright. How about this, we'll have a little contest. Seth, step up to the plate on my side of the desk."

I cross the room and stand beside her, a bit nervous. A contest? I fear I might regret choosing the chaos candidate.

"And you, over there!"

Courtney's hesitant, but steps a good distance away from me, equally confused but just curious enough to stop bitching for once. "Uhhh… Ehh???" She pleads for an answer with an incredulous expression and the most infuriating sidelong swing of her head, absolutely piss-taking.

Dr. Lashingcrop continues, "It's come to my attention that you have absolutely no idea how to move out of the way, so I see this as an opportunity to get two birds with one, milk-carton." She timely produces a chocolate milk carton from one of her desk drawers, sloshing it about tantalizingly. She throws it to me and I catch it. "So, Seth will open the carton and toss it at you. All you have to do, Courtney, is move out of the way. If he misses, I'll rule in your favor, but if he hits, you must honor the coupon. One try, one winner, no do-overs."

Oh fuck, one chance? I've never tried it with her ready to dodge. Do I bluff her, or do I toss it straight on? Shit shit shit… I tremble awkwardly as I fumble to open the carton, the stakes are high now.

She stares at me emptily at first, but as the scent of blood in the water crosses to her stream, she grins ear to ear. Courtney can sense my fear. "Hmm, alright~ I accept. Seth's going to have a lot of kissing up to do, and principal ordained too~ Fu, fu, fu~." She mocks me, sticking out her tongue and pulling at her eye a little.

I grip the carton, the sides bowing inward. "Ready when you are."

"Alright, when I say go, get ready to throw…

Our eyes lock, sweat dripping off my knuckles and rolling along the contours of my face. She looks completely confident in her ability, and I can't say the same. How do I throw it, what do I do? Should I just go for it, hope she doesn't see it coming? Maybe I should fake her out and lead it?

"Go!"

Dr. Lashingcrop gives the signal and I hurl that fucker as hard as I can. I believe, I believe so fucking hard! I aim right for her stupid fucking face!

She… She just steps out of the way with her hands behind her back and a smug grin. I watch the carton fly past her head and seem to coast onward in slow motion. In two seconds, I fucking blew it.

"Ahahah, that's your last gambit? Oh my god, pathetic, just- pathetic! Ah well, it'll be nice to use my new footrest in class tomorr-" Courtney's eyes widen and her head lurches forward, chocolate milk drenching her short hair and spilling out like a torrent over her shoulders. Her tongue flies out of her mouth and she, stunned silent, stumbles toward me and stands still.

"Ooooh, looks like Seth's the winner, should've accounted for magic, dipshit!" Dr. Lashingcrop whirls her finger, the flying carton dropping atop Courtney's head then tumbling to the ground. "Well, now that you're all washed up and full of calcium, how about that blowbologne?"

Courtney is absolutely still, her limbs dangling beside her, her clothes ruined, eyes wide and jaw just hanging out. She's staring directly at me, her eye making subtle movements as fresh tears flow from their ducts and join the trickling milk along her youthful cheeks.

"Aww, what a sad little wet sack, shouldn't have talked shit to me. I may have blown my way to the top but don't think I didn't bury a few bitches along the way." Lashingcrop inspects her nails and snorts, giving Courtney time to respond, which she doesn't use. The devil sits up a little and leans across the counter, "Hello, milkslut? There's a cock that needs servicing you big loser, so come on. Tie your pretty little hair back, wet your lips, and try not to breathe through your nose too much when you're throat-deep in his groin. I don't have all day and I'm being very generous by acting as adult supervision."

Siyuki steps beside Courtney and tilts her body to get a better view, waving her hand infront of her, "U-Uhm, Courtney? Hellooo~?" To no avail…

Dr. Lashingcrop purses her lips, awkwardly looking around the room as the sniffles and tears become more audible. She palms the desk, drumming her fingers. Once the torrent of sobbing comes, Lashingcrop stands up and whistles a sharp, sloping tone. "Welp, she's broken. I'm going to go get a snack, then. You better be blowing him when I get back!" The principal inches her way out of her own office step by step with her back against the wall. Siyuki, still blonde and with powered-down hair, slowly absconds from the situation with her own matching backpedal. She doesn't say anything, I don't think she'd know how to deal with this any better than the rest of us, so she opts out the same way the devil does.

As Courtney stands in place sniffling, twitching, and dripping with that vile chocolate liquid, I figure my job is done and I should follow the principal's example. I turn around and start to high-leg sneak my way after them.

Three steps in and I feel my sleeve being tugged. I stop in place, the sniffles closer now. Oh god, why? Her nails dig into the fabric, and I know if I run now, I'll risk Alexis' shirt. I turn my head around like an owl, frozen mid-step, and nervously stare at Courtney.

Her eyes are red and baggy, her lips painfully contorted into a fang-bearing frown. I can barely hear her mumble something.

"S-Sorry? I, d-didn't quite catch that." I tread carefully with my tone, her head twitching a little and her breath ragged, furious.

"I said… Sit, the fuck, down." She growls, pulling on my sleeve and walking backwards at a snail's pace.

Sweat begins jumping ship from my face and dotting the floor like rainfall. What is she planning to do? Those eyes are like a knife against my throat, I couldn't make it if I tried. She'd catch me, and who knows what hellish nightmare I'd be in for then?

She holds my wrist with both hands and digs her nails in, escorting me to the principal's chair. She stops, takes a deep breath, and tosses me into the seat. It rolls back with the thunder of scraping hardwood and thumps against the side of the desk. The recline angle on this thing is impressive, I'm practically laying down. Courtney seizes the fucking day and puts her knee between my legs, pressing me firmly to the seat by my shoulders and staring, again, teary-eyed with grit teeth.

The first thing that comes to mind is castration, and it's no longer funny. I feel her knee push into my balls painfully and her fingers dig into my skin. "Aha! H-Hey, calm down, Courtney, it was j-just a joke!" The chocolate milk starts drizzling onto the borrowed shirt, staining the yellow brown. "Tequila! T-The song! H-Hah, Tequila by the C-Champs! I-I'll even get you the fucking CD just calm down!"

Courtney narrows her eyes and reaches behind her head. She keeps that deadly stare dead on whilst undoing the rose in her hair. She slips the band over a finger and starts wringing her silky, milky locks, banishing the chocolate milk and setting her ponytail and bangs further back. Then, she bundles her hair back together and starts climbing off the chair and kneels infront of me.

I stop mid-beg to check myself, but I can't think of anything clever to say when she grabs my jeans and undoes the button-zipper combo. She pulls my boxers apart with an angry tug and fishes out my dick. Her soft fingers and slutty nails prod at my hardening member experimentally.

"W-What? A-Are you actually going to do it?"

"Shut the fuck up." She snaps back, and I do.

My heart's beating so fast and I can't decide if this'll be victory or defeat. Visions of teeth and ball-pulling blare in the back of my mind.

Courtney parts her lips slightly, keeping her eyes at waist-level as she adjusts her knees to find a comfortable spot. One hand leaves my cock to offer her teary eyes a sleeve, and once her face is cleaned up a little, she lowers herself with a sour pout and grumbles. She recoils almost immediately, covering her mouth and cringing with a gag. "Unhg! It smells disgusting and it's all… Weird and icky, noodley… Nnuh." Her voice is muffled by her hand and she won't even look at it.

I throb reactively in her hand, the sensation of another's touch keeping that racing heartbeat steady, even with her insults. "Is it your first time?" I'm surprised, maybe I was just mad at her, but I pinned her for a whore.

She nods, lowering her hand a little to show me her furious face, as if blaming me passive-aggressively.

"Don't worry, mine wasn't fun either." I narrow my eyes a bit.

She relaxes a little, a wave of guilt glitching her expression for half a second. Then, she steels herself. She looks determinedly at my member and takes a deep breath, holding it on her descent. Her tongue pours out of her mouth, mere inches from the tip. I draw in, grip the chair, and bear the shocks of her wet, soft-textured tongue stroking along my frenulum. Any hint of fear is melted away by a short-lived haze of sensation.

Courtney pulls away from the taste-test and sticks her tongue out to the side, scrunching up her face like she just drank spoiled milk- which she kinda did. "Ugh, it's so sour a-and, bland and-"

"Salty?" I quip, probably a little more taunting than I needed to because she reprimands me with her nails, that are currently on my delicate love-gun.

Without further prompting, she becomes determined again. She lowers her head once more, angling my tip against her mouth and parting them. The smooth, glossy texture of her lips act as a buffer to the hot, moist tunnel of her mouth. Once she has a firm lock on my tip, her hands dive for my sides. She grabs my hips, digs into my thighs, and pulls me into her mouth. The sudden burst of pleasure is enough to jarr me. The minute her nose is in my crotch, she puckers up her whole face and gags and groans in disgust. I don't think I can feel the back of her throat, but I can't say I'm an expert.

Her tongue starts sliding back and forth on the underside, the slight pressure of her mouth lulling me into a secure bliss. It's nothing like a sock or hand, a constant stream of random twitches and suckles upping the pleasure ante. I end up getting confident enough to set my hands on her head, feeling her sullied, taut hair and the sides of her face.

She tenses up at first, sealing herself around my shaft and digging her fingers into my sides. I thrust a little as a reaction, pushing her nose into my groin a little harder by accident. Her face is red, the good kind of red, but mixed with a burning resentment. Even with her face flushed, she's still glaring at me and keeping her shoulders high.

"Bit of a masochist, huh?" I ask aloud accidentally and clench my anus.

Courtney growls into my hardon, but unfortunately for her, all I feel is a pleasant vibration. I lean back and blow some steam out of my nose, letting my face relax. I urge her to continue with a little tug on her hair and a light thrust, and she gets the message. She's agonizingly tentative, slow in every step of pulling her lips to the half-way mark and plunging back down. She's moreso bobbing her head mechanically, straight up and down, and though she's a bit stiff and doesn't use much tongue, I'm enjoying it.

I keep at the headpats, pushing her back down when the mood strikes me. She puts her heart into it, pulling my base in with a little suction, then backing up to give my tip a little special attention with her swirling tongue and light bobs. The instinct of the mood evaporates her anger and her skill seems to improve almost instantly, the motions becoming natural. She humms and groans sensually into my rod, slurps and quiet plops echoing off the walls when her lip-seal slips up.

I'm not proud of my constitution, but when she really gets into it, I can't handle the sensations. I feel the rise and fumble on random syllables to try and warn her, but before I know it she's sucking the life right out of me. The last thing I see is her eyes go wide as I start bucking against her face and holding her head down. Despite her protesting 'mmns!' and gags, I fill her mouth with all the foulness of my climax. I lurch into her, then my strength fades. I lean back in the chair with a satisfied smile and stare at the ceiling while I catch my breath.

Courtney pulls off me immediately, sticking out her tongue and letting it drizzle into her palms. She looks cross-eyed and pathetic down at the slop pooling in her palms, the excess viscously running between her fingers and dripping into her lap. It's a satisfying look to see her chin messed up and white, contrasting with those wet, red cheeks. She looks on the verge of tears again as she gags and tries to get her whole tongue out of her mouth, scraping my cum off with her fingernail. She starts panting dramatically, moaning like she's going to throw up.

What a perfect day. I put my hands behind my head and close my eyes, reflecting on the momentous victory that ticket just bought me. There's no way Courtney will recover from this, she's a broken bitch now.

Peculiarly, I feel something brush against my legs again. I jolt my eyes back open and clamp my thighs around Courtney's head instinctively. She's between my knees and my half-chub is nearing her lips. I curl my calves under the seat and pull myself forward, but she manages to get the tip in her mouth. The sensation of my spent centerpiece being prodded and polished by her tongue makes me shrivel, but I can't stop my body from getting hard. I groan, putting my hands on her head to try and urge her off. "W-Wait, I just came, y-you can't ju-uh!"

She glares up at me and firmly plants her teeth behind my glans, pinching my cockhead threateningly. I settle back into the chair now that I'm at gunpoint and nervously smile down at her. "C-Courtney?"

The blonde smiles around my tip and pulls the rest into her mouth, not once breaking eye contact. She revels in my bittersweet reaction to the overstimulation, adding more tongue and suckles whenever I show my hand.

"Please, Courtney, t-that really hurts! Go slower!" Putting any faith in her was a big mistake. The minute I said that, she doubled her bobbing and swirling. She starts to moan and humm, suckling and kissing on my base with what's available of her lips. "Mmnn-mmm!" Taunting, agonizing, there's no breaks on this suck. She's complete embraced the degradation and turned it around to give me one last, literal 'fuck you'.

I look around for the principal, Siyuki- anybody to get her off my sore knob. I'm almost shocked when I see them outside the window. Siyuki is stunned, holding a sandwich in her hand and just watching Courtney go. Dr. Lashingcrop on the other hand has a tear in her eye and a few bites in her whitebread sandwich, giving Courtney a thumbs-up vicariously through me.

Three, hours, later

I stumble out of the principal's office bow-legged and drained, I feel like I'm going to pass out. One thing's for certain, I spent all 7 of those blowjobs whether I liked it or not. In great torment, I floppy-walk all the way to my car and dread having to sit down. It's the end of the day, Hellen and Chloe must be waiting for me. Time for that date, I guess.

>1) Take them to the Arcade.

>2) Try something simple, like a picnic.

>3) Take them out for a nice dinner, nice being Zizi's Pizzeria.

>4) Invite them to hang out in your bedroom

>5) Ditch their ass and hang out with dad to tell him about the SICK SCORE!

B CHOICES!

>A) Focus on Chloe during the date

>B) Focus on Hellen during the date

>C) Focus on each girl equally

>D) Vow of silence, let them lead

>>305822

Arcade if we have some coin to spend, picknik if not. Hellen mentioned getting her fair share, so focus on both equally.

>>305822

Go for 2) and C) try to look for what Onis and Anubis might like and try get some good drink and some good grub.

>>305822

3) and C). We should probably try and clean up before the date though, don't want to show up in a teacher's jacket with the smell of sex on us.

>>305822

1 and C.

>>305822

>2

>c

and if they fight pacify them with ear/horn rubs

>>305822

We thought of double date we need to stick to it,

>2 C

cause if we're gonna break anything it should be our dick and pelvis.

>>305902

>women can be cucked

Somebody hasn't heard of lock and key I see.

>>305902

NTR is getting your man/woman stolen away from you, which didn't happen.

You can also define cuckholding as getting off to watching your partner get fucked, which didn't happen either (unless siyuki had a thing with Courtney but I heavily doubt it)

This is called winning against your enemies, anon-kun. You can't just define cheating as NTR, they have different connotations entirely.

>>305912

>>305914

There is literally nothing wrong with doing NTR/Cuckoldry/harem with women because women are basically retarded animal collectibles, easily replaced. The only difference here is that this is writing, which means these are all partitions of my own mind written into a loose charicature and thus have the intelligence of the writer to the degree I allow it. It also means that therefore, Seth cannot cheat on any of them until I deem their collective opinion because they are all figments of my creativity.

So stop being a spastic.

>>305938

Oh yeah? Well you're a fucking square.

>>305928

>>305939

lol what a fag

Get cucked, 5 post deleted. NTR is the best.

>>305979

Who hurt you?

>>305979

>>305978

you do know he is shitposting at you, and you took his bait.

>>305980

No one, but you can come on over and hurt her all you like~~

>>305981

That doesn't change the fact his story has FUCKING NTR in it and that he needs to take this shit to >>>/chaos/

COME ON JUST FUCK HER, PLOW MY WIFE LIKE IT'S A FIELD, PLOW HER TILL THE SUN COMES UP, SCREW HER LIKE IT'S THE LAST THING SHE SCREWS

>>305982

>>305983

You sound like a retard

>>305984

AHHHH YEAH!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!! RIGHT NOW!!!! CUM INSIDE!!!!! ILL RAISE YOUR CHILDREN TOOOOO!!!!!!1

>>305979

I know your baiting, but expecting anyone on this board to actually have a wife or a girlfriend is severely overestimating the robots that dwell here. Why else do you think we play cultists about some fat hippo croc thing, and are obsessed with waifus.

>>305983

>>305984

you posted an ntr copypasta and expect others to take you seriously? you have mental issues.

>>305983

Dude there's no NTR, you're acting as if women deserve respect and not to be treated like animals. You don't buy just one chicken dude, you get a whole herd of egg-layers.

Men can be cucked because genetics, women would be lucky to share a high-priority gene machine.

>>305986

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>>305991

>▶Violated Hero (You)  07/29/17 (Sat) 16:58:51 da8a59 No.

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>>305978

>>305982

>>305983

What the fuck is even going on and why is everyone assmad over dubs and opinions.

>>305992

AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHE WON'T EVEN RECOGNZE ME WHEN YOUR DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FHAGHUNEFGUHNTEITBBHGIGNJROAWRE0JHGOANSRGE8IJUNGAWREGHUANJOGGANJHEJGWRNGAWRHG9UETNHG]

>>305992

>>305991

>>305990

You need to calm down, may I offer you an egg in this trying time?

Guys you're supposed to sage in a cyoa

FUCK FUCK FUCK HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE COME ON IN AND FUCK HER

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>305997

COME ON AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM

TRIPS!

>>305822

2 the outside makes good scenery, just make sure to bring them in wooded areas.

D May the strongest lead.

>>305999

And you forgot to sage too.

>>306043

So cucked he stopped posting.

>>305987

>expecting anyone on this board to actually have a wife or a girlfriend is severely overestimating the robots that dwell here.

That's some nice projection you've got going there sport. 2/10 got me to reply.

>>305822 (Checked)

2 C - Oni Lap-pillow with tismwan cuddles under scudding, fluffy clouds. Sounds comfy.

>>305822

1 and B. This date was originally supposed to be for Hellen. That doesn't mean that we ignore Chloe, just dedicate more time to Hellen.

>>306099

First things first Jexx thanks for the great entry

Secondly I'm voting for this. Hellen is focus, also I'm a fan of the harem route. If we stay silent hellen might get rough with chloe so let's just give her what the wants.

the dicc

>>306099

Same as this.

>>306110

>First things first Jexx Lexx thanks for the great entry

Y-You too.

>>306150

Might as well thank me~

Even if I'm the idea guy.

>>305822

>Courtney gives us tsundere blowjob

Almost as good as my milk plan.

Anyway, Hellen has a competitive spirit and Chloe likes videogames.

1) and 4), as in we go out for a short night of fun, and then retreat into the bedroom to play more videogames (maybe get lucky?)

If it's an 'either/or' scenario, 1) takes precedence over 4) because we want that Hellen/Chloe bond so that Hellen doesn't beat the shit out of Chloe for dating us or whatever.

A, B, C, D. Welp, they both want the dick. We could enforce a 'fuckbuddy' policy and remain friends, just fuck occasionally. Focusing on Hellen would be bad for our body, and focusing on Chloe would be bad for waifu potential. This is, however, a story on how we fuck the bully.

B) takes precedence, if B) doesn't go well, we'll do C).

Hey Jexxy.

I'm a bit late, but I've got a question.

How do you manage to consistently cone up with the gayest names on the earth?

>>306515

I'm creative, it's why I can do CYOAs.

can someone explain why a hot popular girl would give an average loser hours of blowjobs because a milk package exploded next to her? the story really jumped the shark at this point

also, impregnating all girls and getting away with it would be a nice future development

>>306580

>why a hot popular girl would give an average loser hours of blowjobs because a milk package exploded next to her

because fuck you that's why

>>306580

These are monster girls in fiction, not real women. It's more accurate to ask, "Why would a popular guy eat out an unpopular weird girl?" because that's the value divide in these sort of things.

and the answer is to gain control over a situation that banes all expectation and completely fell flat on its face for her.

>2) Try something simple, like a picnic. | >C) Focus on each girl equally

I sit down on my tender nuts, dreading the date for a brief moment. I need something relaxing and romantic that'll score me some points without much effort or movement. If laying naked with legs spread under an air conditioning unit were a date, it wouldn't even be a contest. A close second pick is a picnic with some loose clothes and two hot chicks.

I put the car in reverse and cruise through the parking lot. We decided that I'd pick them up in my car and take them wherever from the front of the school, then drive them back so they can drive themselves home. It's easier than taking the trip to both their homes, and I live fairly close to the school anyway.

My car slowly rolls through the pickup circle and I unlock the doors, giving them a wave and a pained smile. My balls sting like a salted wound.

Chloe skips up to the car and opens the front door, as well as the back door to let Hellen in. Hellen scoots up behind my seat and crosses her arms, I can see her pouting and glaring at me through my rear-view mirror.

"Hey~. Thanks for bringing me along, Seth." Chloe says, smiling and batting her tail against the seat and console.

"Sure thing, Chlo. So, I've got it all planned out. We've just got to make a quick.. stop." I grip down on the wheel as I realize that the supplies for a picnic are in my kitchen. Also, my kitchen is home to one of the most autistic people in existence, and I loathe the idea of having to introduce to him my twin date. I remain tense and perspirate furiously for a few seconds, both girls staring at me with their own unique brands of concern.

"Are you okay?" They both ask in one way or another, and I lie with every vertical throw of my head. I speed off through the circle and turn onto the road leading to my house, thoughts of what stupid shit my dad could say filling my frightened imagination.

"Y-Yeah." I stammer out to dissuade them. "Just hurting is all, had a rough day. Hehe…" That's putting it fucking lightly.

Hellen reaches around the headrest and lays her hands on my shoulders, massaging them roughly. "You're so tense, Seth. Can't you relax a little?"

Chloe sees the touch and pouts to herself, her tail stopping in place. However, rather than showing her jealousy, she gets competitive by putting her hand on my thigh, compressing my jeans. Why, god, why?

"Yeah man, it's not that big a deal. It'll be fun!" Chloe reassures me with a pat.

I just trying to focus on driving, even with the rubbing and breath on my neck and the longing look from the passenger's seat. Thankfully, it's a relatively short distance to my house, so I pull up parallel to the driveway and park.

"Huh? Is the date going to be at your house?" Chloe asks as a reprimanding tightness crushes my shoulder.

"NO! N-No, that would be lazy! We're just here to pick something up i-is all!" I assure the both of them, my circulation gracefully returned to me by a partly satisfied Oni visible in the rear view mirror.

I cut the engine, get out of the car, and open the door for Hellen. Chloe lets herself out, which is kinda scummy on my part, but it wouldn't make much sense to run around to the other side of the car anyway.

Hellen ducks her head to avoid piercing my roof with her horn and clambers out, one hand clenched to the trim of the car's top. "Your car is really smooth for something that looks like it costed less than a movie ticket."

"Thanks. I call her the golden turd." I banter back. I think happy thoughts as I unlock the front door like, what if dad isn't home yet? Or, maybe he's in the shower, or even jacking off upstairs- anything! I turn the knob slowly and inch inside, checking left and right. TV is off, the kitchen isn't noisy, could this be my lucky day?

"SETH!!!" Echoes down the hallway. Nope.

I cringe my shoulders into my ears and sheepishly call back with a crack, "Y-eah, dad?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS A BONZI BUDDY!?"

Chloe snickers a bit to herself, though I think she's more nervous than amused.

"I don't know, dad. Look it up. I have stuff to do." I reply, making a B-line for the kitchen. Unfortunately, my father rushes out from the office.

He adjusts his belt as he jogs in, mindlessly babbling his plight off to me, "I was trying to find two manticore tails one dick porn when all of a sudden it said there were manticore looking for sex within a mile of me, so I was like, "Shit, fuck it, might as well if it's only a mile, I've got gas for that." Figured she might be a two or something, but I don't have to marry her. Anyway, I click on the link and downloaded the files for the dating program, and it came with this thing called Bonzi Buddy. I didn't get laid, so I'm pretty sure the Shoggoth are testing us again, fucker's purple. Anyway, can you fix it or do I need to BLEND THE COMPUTER!?" He shouts over his shoulder toward the office, glaring in its general direction.

It's around this time he notices the two guests, his lips pursing together in the most sour embarrassment I've seen from him. "Oh, you have friends over. Sorry about that. If it's any consolation I've got a pretty big salami so, Seth probably does too, if you guys are into that." He hefts the buckle of his belt for emphasis.

Chloe does the worst possible thing and dignifies this abomination of a conversation with a pity laugh, which he will no doubt misinterpret as encouragement. Hellen gives him the proper response of an unamused stare pleading for answers.

"Dad…" I put on a scolding tone. "T-These are my uh, underaged friends, Chloe and Hellen. Chloe you know about, so can you cut the shit?"

"O-Oh…" He rubs the back of his head and grins ear to ear. "Yeah, sorry. So is this the shit girl you keep talkin' about?" He points to Chloe with the sublety of a drifting firetruck.

"What?" Chloe looks down at herself.

"Yeah yeah, praise gambit or whatever." He replies.

Her ears wilt against her short, blue locks, and she looks defeatedly at the floor.

"Dad, quit it!" I grab Chloe's wrist and pull her closer to me, resurging her confidence and turning her tail into a paddle against the pit of my knee.

He holds his hands up defensively and smirks, "Hey, slow down Sethimus of the White Knights, I'm just messing with her." He deflects, then eyes her over. "…I think you were right, she's pretty cute. So who's the other one?"

Hellen steps up behind me and harshly grabs my shoulder. "I'm Hellen, and your son is taking me on a date. I promise not to break him."

My dad's brow lifts parallel to the corner of his lip, his hands seeking his pockets as he leans right in her face. After a short, silent standoff between them he says, "Good choice, son. So, how's the progress on the third?"

I don't know what he's talking about, but I almost feel my ass make an emergency jettison when Chloe and Hellen both glare at me. "T-h-Third?" I stammer.

"Yeah, some blonde bimbo, Cynthia or something. Fancy car, came by asking for you, seemed in a hurry. You didn't cheat on her with these two, did you?"

Chloe's glare relaxes, but Hellen is trying to horrify the truth out of me.

"Oh, r-right, Courtney. Nah dad, don't talk to her. She's just Chloe's bully. Thought I had her handled…"

"Shit, that bitch? Is she giving you trouble, son?"

I nod my head a little and he holds his hand out, interrupting my response.

"Ah-Ah, say no more, son. Enjoy your date." And without another word, he starts walking out the front door. "Don't bother waiting, I'm gonna be gone for a couple hours. Try not to trash the place, and fix the fucking computer!" He slams the door behind him, the chorus of an engine waxing and waning heard in the distance.

Chloe, Hellen and I sit on the couch together, the both of them rubbing their respective side of my back. My date is crashing into the pearl harbor one detour at a time.

"Your dad's a fucking creep." Hellen states the obvious.

I nod in self-pity and confusion. He's never embarrassed me before, probably because I didn't have any friends to be embarrassed in front of. "He just, he's way too friendly, right? He thinks everybody's got the same sense of humor he does."

Chloe sighs and rolls her eyes. "At least he didn't ask if you were going to marry me like my mom did. I-It was the first time you were over, too! I'm starting to think aging makes you retarded or something."

"Probably." Hellen nods affirmatively. "God knows my mom's gone down-hill."

"What's with her?" Chloe asks across me, engaging Hellen directly.

The Oni sighs and sets her hands in her lap, leaning back. "She drinks a lot and lets my sisters and I get into it, steals our money, new boyfriend every week, the works." Hellen flicks her eyes to me, keeping a straight face. "It's actually kinda how Seth and I met, in a weird way."

Chloe takes the conversational bait like a wall-eyed trout. "Huh? How's that?"

Hellen puts her arm around my shoulder and beams a smile. "Yeah, I was shaking this poor little guy for every cent he had when he had the balls to try and fight me, and then the balls to steal my phone. And well, he saw things he shouldn't have, nosy little guy…" Her eyes narrow for a moment, scolding me subtly. "Lucky for Seth, he played his cards fairly well and we've been on better terms since."

Chloe nods along to show she's listening, though it's clear from her excitement that she's holding her own little story. "Seth's cool. He stood up for me when nobody else would. Courtney's been fucking with me since middle school and he managed to stop it in less than a week."

"Mhmm, I saw. He dumped a carton of milk on her head. Pretty funny. Can't believe I ever wanted in on her clique…" Hellen mumbles, glaring off at a wall.

"S-So! About the date…" I try to get things back on topic, as flattering as their stories about me are (can't fathom why they'd share them right in front of me though). "I uh, really need to take a shower and get dressed before we head out. I'm really sorry to make you guys wait down here, but I kinda have to." I'm wearing a girl's shirt right now so, there's pretty much no other choice.

"Oh, that's okay!" Chloe assures me, her tail flopping.

Hellen, however, wears a devious grin and gets closer to me, her thigh touching mine and her hand settling on my knee. "You know, I had practice today. I think a shower could benefit the both of us. Since your dad's not home and you've already seen, I don't think it'd be much trouble to share one~."

"T-That's oka-"

Chloe flicks her gaze between Hellen and me. "Y-Yeah! we could all take one! It'll be nice to be uh, all refreshed." She suggests with a flush, smiling nervously at Hellen.

She doesn't look all too happy at first, but then puts on a more dastardly expression than even her last. "Yeah…" Her coo is pure, biting evil against my ear. "Bit of a tight fit, though, a girl on either side, sandwiching you in the shower. Soft, slick skin sliding all over the place, hands brushing places a bit too sensetive. You might… pop." She taps my thigh with her nail.

I feel like I'm guzzling gravel, my entire face molten hot. "N-No really, Hellen, Chloe, it's fine. I've been taking showers on my own for years."

The oni massages away at my thigh through my jeans, stroking the inner and leaning her knockers into my forearm. "Oh? But what if you've been doing it wrong? Besides, it'll save us time, otherwise we'll have to take a shower one at a time." She argues ingenuinely

The two girls trade a smile, as if a plan had come to fruition, then Chloe joins in, "Yeah, come on! Who wants to take a shower in someone elses' house alone? It's always so weird… It'll save time and shame." The anubis lays her arm across my lap and the other on my shoulder, mushing our cheeks together.

I'm smothered by the both of their looming faces, hands roaming my chest, thighs, and hair. I can't control my breath and my hands are forced down. "C-Come on, what is up with you two!? Weren't you jealous like five minutes ago!?" I lash out a little at Hellen, giving her an inquisitive stare.

Hellen shrugs her shoulders with a smug look on her face, "Yeah, but working you up is worth it. I like that funny, lost look on your face when you're teased. It really suits you."

Chloe admits her agreement with a smile, her own face quite red. I guess I technically know the feeling since I tease Chloe all the time.

"B-But this isn't fair! It's two on one!"

Hellen snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, like you'd ever win a one-on-one with me anyway. Sounds like somebody's mad they're getting the other end is all. Isn't that cute?" She looks at Chloe, smirks a little wider, then leans the rest of the way to plant a kiss on my cheek.

Chloe does the same, closing her eyes. I feel the light vibrations of their humming kisses shocking through my throbbing face as their hands glide along my thigh toward my groin, overlapping one another's fingers and trapping me on the couch. I'm stunned, shouldn't they be fighting? What is this?

I feel something brush my zipper and panick, springing forward with a light cough that sends a fine red mist sailing through the air.

The both of them jump back, another look of concern crossing their faces. Why the fuck did I do that!?

"S-Sorry! I'm retarded!" I say aloud, digging my hole a bit deeper before jumping up and running upstairs. "I-I'll be right back, I promise, please don't go! I love you!" I yell down the stairs, just about on overload.

I lock the bathroom door and turn on the shower, staring at my messy hair and crimson face in the fogging mirror. I am the biggest fucking loser to ever open their big, retarded mouth. I strip out of everything and try to get as clean as I can without nudging my balls too hard. After that, I grab a towel off the rack and dry off.

I practically sprint past the stairs to my room with both hands and towel over my groin, as if I'll run into them if I don't go fast enough. I grab some loose, soft clothes as planned and head downstairs again. Sweatpants and hoodie combo is the pinnacle of comfy.

My dates stop talking to one another and stand up from the couch. "Finally!" Hellen says, "What, were you jacking it in there or something?"

"Probably." Chloe snickers.

"No." I huff, "I just, I'm a little sore is all."

"Awww, poor you." Hellen says, skepticism in every syllable. "So, finally ready to take us on that date?"

Both of them seem to be getting impatient, so I go ahead and reveal it. "Yeah, sorry. So here's my plan. We go in the kitchen, make and take whatever we want, drive over to the park across the school yard and just lay under the clouds."

At first they don't look into the idea, trading glances with one another, but I encourage them with an "It'll be fun!" and whatnot. We head into the kitchen and I start making sandwiches, packing up chips, and grabbing drinks while they help themselves to things in my pantry. I get a few towels to act as an impromptu tarp and lay it over a laundry basket stacked with our food. It's pathetic, but it's a picnic. We get in the car and drive down listening to the radio, talking about random stuff for the five minutes it takes to find a spot. After that, we head to the top of a nice hill to scope out the best spot.

Under the shade of a tall tree, I overlap our towels and spread out the snacks. When Hellen sits down on a corner, I help my head to her thighs, laying back and looking up at her with a grin. She rolls her eyes, but returns the flashing of teeth. Chloe finds it fine to do the same to me, laying her head on my lap and spreading out. We pass food around the line and stare at the clouds, the birds singing and people playing, like America's thought to be.

After some mindless sharing of favorite bands and thoughts on current going-ons, not to mention a few lewd passes at one another, I bring up a more serious subject that's been on my mind. "So, you guys aren't jealous?"

Hellen and Chloe's smile fades slightly, the two of them checking eachother's faces for some sort of hint.

Hellen starts, she seems to be the more confident one of us. "At first I was, it's sort of in my culture to both defend and share your lover, but Chloe and I started talking after you left and she seems cool, I guess."

"Yeah, Hellen's really nice and strong, kinda like you. I don't know how I feel, I mean, what's to be jealous about? We're just, friends hanging out, right?" She says unconvincingly.

"Well…" I trail awkwardly, coughing into my hand, then resettling in the Oni's thick and warm lap. "It's more than that, I really like you guys, and this is a date. Friends don't do dates, unless you mean like playdates but we're not five… This is like, a threesome without the sex, right?"

"Could make it a threesome." Hellen jests, well I hope she does.

Me and Chloe nervously laugh it off either way, and the conversation changes from there to something about Christina Aguilera's songs, and onto television, and back to some lewd 'would you rather' game brought on by Hellen. When we run out of food, the picnic is kinda over. They help me pack everything up in the laundry basket and the three of us get in my car. We cross the street back to the school parkinglot, which is mostly empty, and I drop Chloe off at her little blue truck. I try to locate Hellen's car, but she's being very vague about which one is hers.

I'm a bit late to realize that she's stalling for Chloe to leave. The minute her truck is out, she grabs the gearshift and mutters, "Stop here." Once I've properly slowed down, she puts the vehicle in park and even pulls the fucking parking brake.

I swallow hard and dry, looking at her with both hands tense on the wheel. "H-Hellen?"

She leans over, putting one hand on my thigh and getting close to my face. I can't read it, she could be pissed or pleased. "I heard you and Chloe have kissed." She says, boreing her gaze into me.

I nod. "Y-Yeah, we kissed a couple times."

"How was it?" She asks.

"O-Okay?" I try to remain neutral, bringing my thighs together protectively even under the weight of her palm.

"Was it good?"

I nod again, "Yeah, I guess, w-why?"

She puckers out her lips a bit and humms, eying around the parking lot. "Well, it's our first date. Now, normally I'd make you do a little more, but I'm already behind, so I want one."

"What?"

"I want you to kiss me, dunce."

"I…" I stare at her for a while, trying to think of a way to explain to her that's a really weird way of asking and doesn't quite get the mood flowing.

"What's with the chicken-shit all of a sudden? Am I horse-faced or something?"

"No, no-"

"Then kiss me." She starts looking a little hurt, her lips weighed down with a frown.

I suppose, if it's what she really wants. I lean in and do what I always do with Chloe. Our lips connect, then relax, and our tongues meet soon after. Hellen tastes mature, somehow. Her movements are smooth, hesitant but precise. The initial awkwardness fades rather quickly, but we don't really go full out. Kissing her is very stiff, deviating little and following a very precise pattern and rythm that she sets. I start to relax into the flood of yes in my brain, even if it is different it's still a kiss with a hot chick, and her hand on my thigh adds a little more fuel to the fire.

Whenever she moves her hand I feel like adrenalen is being dumped down my throat. Her free hand makes one last bold move, or rather, a bold move on my behalf. She grabs my wrist and hoists it into her chest, sinking my palm into the center of her breast. I inhale in shock, but she sucks back to keep the kiss connected and encourages me with a jossling motion. I get the hint and lift my other hand, not one to pass up a good groping, and feel her weight in my hand. I squeeze through her tight bra and mold the solid orbs about, causing her to flush and sigh against my lips, a side of her that's pleasant to see.

After a short while of this, she breaks free and reaches for the door handle. She takes one steep breath and stares at me with bedroom eyes, "There, now everything's even."

The cardoor slams and I see her head off toward the school to presumably find her car. She adjusts her skirt and wipes her thigh clear of some reflective substance, and my heart skips a beat. I figure it's fair to take my leave and head home.

I park in my driveway, I go inside, and I do my shitty chores. If I didn't put the basket away and wash the dishes or, do the load of laundry it'd never get done. I thought it was a test on independence, that dad figured I'd learn if he never helped, but I've been doing these things for a while now.

I take a second shower for the hell of it and get ready for bed. It's quiet, dark, but something's out of place. I just can't seem to keep my eyes shut. I can hear the wind howling through my window, curtains picking up and wavering in the room. Wait- The window's open.

I'm about to sit up when I feel the edge of my bed depress. A horrible chill of raw gravity shocks my entire body still and I deflate in place, clutching the covers as the pressure crawls across my leg, one then another, up my thighs and finally my stomach. A large pressure hits my groin, and I see the silhouette of a small humanoid figure right above me.

I don't say anything, I have to be dreaming, right? I'll wake up and I'll be off to school thinking how weird this shit is. Am I paralyzed? Did I die? There's so many answers, and so many I hope aren't true. I'm on the verge of pissing myself.

The hands settle on my pecs, contrastingly hot breath rolling across my face as the little light there is reveals the figure's familiarity. Courtney smiles above me, a crazed plum haze decorating the sheen on her eye, completely inhuman.

"C-Courtney?" I whisper, somehow less afraid. She's been here before, this is to be expected, somehow.

"Mhmm, surprised?"

I nod, whispering back, "Yeah, yeah I'm fucking surprised."

"Oh, you should be more than surprised, Seth. You fucking humiliated me today!" She whisper-shouts. "Now, now you're going to know my full fucking wrath! I'm done, you've pissed. me. off!" She takes a deep breath, her smile wide like a cheshire's. "I-I'm going to RAPE you like you raped me! Y-You're going to dump kids in me tonight and I'm going to work you like a fucking slave in wedlock for the rest of your life! W-We're going to live together in misery with your two jobs and m-my family's fortune and you're going to agonize to s-satisfy my expensive tastes as I withold e-every inch of love from you, knowing if you cheat you lose EVERYTHING i-in the divorce plus alimoney and child support! I'll beat you down emotionally every s-step of the way and you'll be begging just-j-just to kiss my fucking foot! A-And-you'll-never-beat-me-because-you'll-secretly-care-about-me-and… A-And-over-time-I'll-s-start-to-forgive-you-andrealizethatIactuallykindalikeyouandwhatyoudidandwantedthekidsallalongandI'llletyoufuckmeeverynightandyoucanpullmyhairanddressmeupincollarsandwhateveryouwant!" She hyperventilates at the end of her speech, her face melding magenta under the glow of her odd gaze.

Fucking what?

>1) Turn on the lights

>2) "How did you get in my house?"

>3) Try to calm her down

<4) Play into the fantasy and continue off her roleplay for kicks

<5) Grab her, there was a hint of consent in there somewhere

>6) Defensive bedwetting

<7) Pick apart the details and make fun of her, then tell her to get lost.

<8) Yell for dad!

A week between updates? Just like old times, right?

>>307403

I hate to say it, but I think the solution here is 8. Try to calm her down first though, and if it doesn't work then sure, 8.

>>307403

>2) "How did you get in my house?"

>3) Try to calm her down

If neither of these works, then try

<8) Yell for dad!

>>307403

5, we've gone too deep to turn back now.

>>307408

This, can't get raped if you rape first by headpatting

>>307403

4 followed by 5. All we need after her is Siyuki and Ms. Alexis and we've got the perfect harem.

>>307403

>1) Turn on the fucking lights

<7) Pick apart the details

Tell that bitch to repeat and back the fuck up

she clearly needs to sit the fuck down and think shit over, also contemplate shit and ask if you can take a shower first or if she just wants stinky ass rape. this is more confusing and intriguing then anything.

>>307403

2

3

5

The harem must GROW.

>>307406

To clarify, Courtney is a bitch and if she wants to become part of the harem she needs to apologize to Chloe first.

>>307403

>9)Ignore her, hug her strongly and fall asleep with her in your arms

We can start her transformation from bitch to waifu tomorrow.

For now I want to see her flustered.

Imagine how dumb she will feel when all her drive to rape us dissapears in the face of cuddles.

>>307403

2 and 5, just, like, put it in her butt so she can't just fuck our shit up

>>307429

This let's start the unbitching by sleeping together in a not lewd way, just cuddling to sleep.

>>307429

This sounds nice.

Pick apart the details, but if that fails, shove it in her pooper.

Fuck, forgot to sage>>307445

>>307400

PRAISE GAMBIT

>>307423

I dunno anon, I think Ms. Alexis should probably be the only additional harem member.

>>307449

Is her route even possible? I thought we burned that bridge after the whole ticket thing.

>>307449

>He doesn't want a cute closet masochist waifu.

Are you some sort of faggot?

>>307451

But we didn't, remember? We comforted her by explaining we wouldn't force her into sex with us in that way. So we just need to go back to interacting with her some more, and we should be able to manage something sooner or later.

>>307452

But anon, she's only worthwhile as a concubine thus far, not a waifu.

ayyyy dragons

>>307403

5) is the only correct answer

>>307403

>2)

>3)

>>307429

>9)Ignore her, hug her strongly and fall asleep with her in your arms

I would have gone for >5) But she's drained our balls dry. And we don't want a shitty first time (her's and his), where Seth can't perform.

>>307403

Well, guess she's hard up for Seth now since he's probably one of the only people to consistently stand up to her.

>2 is pretty obvious, so

>3

and

>>307429

>>307479

Oh, and if she resists the whole hug thing, be more forceful in telling her to sit the fuck still and take it, since she apparently likes being bossed around.

>>307403

Option 8.5

Call out for Dad but get a response from the Shoggoth who proceeds to tenderly love both of us.

>>307403

If we are going to fuck her it will be anal, we aint having no kid and she'd probably prefer the degradation anyway also note that we were until recently a kissless virgin, but we are still a virgin whose only explicit sexual acts have been with Courtney

>>307429

>9)Ignore her, hug her strongly and fall asleep with her in your arms

9) we need to calm her down with huggu and get her emotionally stable to prevent the bitchiness from returning

And if that doesn't work, lube up for anal.

>>307765

Or just finger bang 'er, whilst snogging 'er brains out!

Yeah, well, thats enough of this story. Im out.

>>307938

Man I wish I could do what you just did.

>>307941

Fam you do this for sometimes months at a time

>>307941

plzno, this story has some top waifus

Secret Option 9: Ignore her ramblings, snuggle instead

Man, I'm too tired for this. If I call my dad, he'll have a complete sperg-out- and be kinda justified in it. Sadly, anything else is too much work or a dumb idea. Maybe I should just calm her with some cuddling?

I scoot back and manage to fish my arm out of the bedding, which I use to shove her shoulder lightly. "Hey, back up a bit, will ya?"

My measured response takes her out of her odd trance, her eyes opening up and her smile pursing. She, either through confusion or curiosity, begins to back up to my ankles as I asked.

I grab the corner of the covers and pull it aside, revealing the sheets beneath. Once they're vaguely visible in the dim moonlight, I pat the empty spot. "Get comfortable and climb in."

Her crazed smile returns, albeit a bit weaker. "H-Ha! Giving in to those demands so soon? You really are a p-pathetic loser, aren't you? How can a guy who stood up through so much shit give up so soon when he's cornered? You're just, fucking worthless aren't you…" She trails on into mindless insults while fiddling with some loose sweatclothes. The shirt and pants come off as easily as they're designed to, and she's left in nothing but nightwear you'd expect from a girl like her. Flowery, elegant, with an expensive-looking lace border. It really doesn't fit her age.

"Yeah no, we're just going back to sleep, but I'll let you stay since you came all this way. Besides, my other plans ruin my night." I correct her, scooting over as far as I can and turning aside to face where she'll be.

She starts crawling toward me, her lips coiled in a coy seduction, grabbing my thigh and shoulder in a tight grip. Then, she stops and furrows her brows as what I said finishes calculating in her head. "Wait, what?"

"Keep your voice down and get in bed! I don't want to fight and I don't want to fuck, at least not yet, it's the middle of the night! How did you even get in here?" I look at the window suspiciously, though I still want to hear it from her own mouth.

She sits back on her ankles and reaches up to tuck her hair with her fingers, "Well uh… Okay? I mean, your dad let me in so, we don't really have to worry about that."

I try to keep the feeling of looming dread at bay and all bricks safely within my clenched ass, my profuse sweat likely invisible in the darkness of the room- and thank god for that. "O-Oh, well, I'm still tired so uh, don't be loud."

The stalling and my mostly empty reaction seems to be a moodbreaker for her, she surrenders with a nod, crawling into the empty spot and shoving her feet down into the depths of the blankets. She backs her firm ass into my groin, probably on purpose, and flushes to my chest. I feel my temperature double nigh immediately. I wrap my arms around her torso and bury my face in her neck, her loose hair filtering the air with the scent of artificial strawberry on every breath.

I pull the covers back over and try to finally relax. She's warm, so soft too. My hands mindlessly roam her body as we lay together, effectively distracting me from my desire to get some rest. I rub her stomach and her thighs, up and down while burying my face in her neck.

Courtney shuffles away slightly from the caressing that errs on the naughty side, mostly squirming in place. Despite this, her breath is level and relaxed. She seems a lot happier, even though I can't see her face.

"This is surprisingly nice~" She swoons a whisper to me, turning onto her back and facing me with her hand on her side.

"Yeah…" I have to admit, she smells and feels so nice. I've never really just lied next to someone like this, palms warmed by soft skin. A few moments of silence passes us by before Courtney starts moving her hand across my thigh, scooting in close and laying her head in my shoulder.

The thought of how crazy this is runs laps in my head. Why is she here? Dad really let her in? Did she really go crazy over that blowjob ticket thing and try to rape me? What sort of crazy fever dream conclusion to our fighting is this? I've got to ask. "Hey, Courtney?"

"Mmn?" She murmurs back, her eyes still closed.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Huh?" Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me quizzically.

"I've been messing with you for a whole week over Chloe, the principal made you blow me, and now you tried to rape me? Isn't this all a little out of place?"

She glances around a bit, taking a deep, thoughtful breath. "I-I don't know, I was pissed. When the principal turned out to be totally fucking retarded, I just decided I'd do it and take every drop, it somehow made the anger bearable, and then well… I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of you, that burning feeling of resentment for the shit you've been pulling just makes me want to tie you up b-but… I dunno, I'm liking this. It's nice, so can we just, like, not think about it?"

"Sure but, isn't it weird-"

"Isn't it weird that you wear a fucking hoodie to bed, you spastic?"

I frown and recoil in my hood, "I-It makes getting dressed in the morning easier and it's comfor-" I start to feel the hem of the aforementioned hoodie lifting over my head, darkness flashing past my face for a second. The cold rolls over me briefly, then the covers fall over both of us. Her breasts push up against my bared chest, molding to my figure and dispersing heat into me.

I swallow harshly and burrow myself into the bed, wrapping my arms back around her and pulling our groins together, my hands on her ass. I don't take it much further than that. There's some experimental rubbing against one another, a few featherlight passing of lips, but it all fades into dreamlike memory as we settle down.

In the morning, when the sunlight is peering in and the alarm is blaring the radio, I'm entangled with her and the covers. I pull away from her with a bit of struggle to bop the snooze, staying face-down on that side of the bed. I glance up at the alarm every once in a while, the digits jumping five minutes a wink. Courtney eventually starts stirring, turning toward me and scooting across the bed to get back at my side.

"Hey…" She murmurs into my ear, regret and incertainty ripe in her hoarse voice.

"Hey." I say back similarly.

"We should get to school, huh?" She asks, a bit forlorn

I put my arms around her again, her skin pleasantly insulated with a welcoming warmpth by my comforter. I paw at her backside and grope her through her underwear, a shy resistance trying and failing to squirm out of my grasp. "Nah, I think I want to 'milk' this for as long as I can."

A few moments later the joke hits her, and then she hits me. Her palm flew out of the bed and smacked me right in the nose, then a cheap shot came in second place on my cheek. "You- fucking jerk!" She stammers, turning away in a sudden and honestly overreactive fit. She crawls her way out of bed and stomps out of the room, not even bothering to get dressed- though she does cross her arms over her tits. Her figure is the amazing valley girl, slender all over, coupled with a light tan and what seems to be a few little flowery tattoos I hadn't noticed before.

She exits my room and I hear two slams follow her. I figure she's going to be in the bathroom a while, so I go ahead and make my way to the other one. Not as many facilities, but it's something. A long while after that, Courtney finally lets up her fortified hideaway and starts downstairs wearing one of my leftover shirts, and I follow her to start on breakfast and get my shit.

"Hey dad, are you cooking this morning?" I ask, the legend himself hunched over the stove.

I hear some fiddling, the clanking of metal, and then a click. "Nope, just testing the stove, or trying. I can't fit the forks in some of these spots." He turns around to look at me, leaning back with his palms up against the rim of the stovetop. He looks frustrated, though this changes to blatant confusion when he sees Courtney. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Uh, Courtney?" She replies with a raise of her hand and a 'duh' on her face.

"Oh, alright then. Well, I'm off to do that thing that keeps us alive. I'll be back same time as usual, try not to miss second period." He grabs his jacket on the way out and gives me a thumbs up before leaving.

I grab a box of cereal out of the cupboards and start heading to my car. Courtney follows to her own, which is sorta parked at an angle toward the curb, and we both wordlessly part ways. I drive to school, she drives behind me, though it's more coincidence than anything.

When I get inside, there's no pranks in my locker. Just a late notice and a menacing angry cat sticky note on the outside with "Nyan-Gag Gang" written underneath it in stereotypical gangster lettering. In second period, which I'm late to but don't miss, I consider my achievements thus far.

Chloe no doubt loves me, we've yet to go all the way but there's been something there since the beginning. Hellen and I have a weird relationship but she definitely wants my attention, and Courtney seems to be coming around- even if it is in her own psycho way. I wouldn't be surprised if she stopped messing with me and started treating me nicer, though she could also just retract from me entirely and pretend it never happened. If I really want Courtney to like me, which I can't imagine why I would, then I'd best be proactive with her. Siyuki's probably a package deal with her friend since she's a literal nympho, but there's no telling how she'll feel about last time so she's still a threat. Ms. Alexis could use some work, I should try seeing her after school, where she's alone and the teacher mindset has wound off. My final boss so to speak is my debt with Gilda, which seems to be growing exponentially as I've ignored it.

It's weird, I just wanted for all these people to stop messing with me. Hellen's not beating me up, the jocks that used to flush me on Courtney's behalf in middleschool are all scared shitless after I milked their whore, even the scene kids and druggies like me now thanks to Chloe. It's not really been touched on since I sort of daydream by most of my classes, but it's worth mentioning just how popular I seem to be getting all of a sudden.

In music class a lot of people want to hear what I have to play, and less paper gets tossed my way in all of my classes. People in shop even fucking help me, and in gym I get picked more often.

So, I guess I'm just thinking to myself, what now?

<1) Look at me, I am the bully now. Push Courtney around, be proactive!

>2) Be nice to Courtney, flirt with her in the hall or something.

>3) Three-way date, try to reinforce harem after school.

>4) Meet Ms. Alexis after school, there must be snake pussy somewhere! even if it takes 4 more threads

<5) Proactively bully Siyuki to nip that problem in the bud

>6) Try to explain to Siyuki, maybe with Courtney's help, to nip that problem in the bud

>7) Deal with Gilda, maybe invite Hellen.

<8) Bully the shit out of Gilda until that debt disappears

>9) Study, get more favors with the principal through hard work!

>10) Visit Spaghetti lord for powers

>11) Fuck it, relax for today, whatever happens happens.

>>308811

4, definitely 4.

>>308811

2) and 1)

Flirt and lightly bully/tease

>>308811

7) 6)

We gotta get out of debt hell before someone smashes our kneecaps in, and tell the psycho bitch that everythings cool.

>>308820

this

>>308811

>3

Present it as an opportunity for Courtney to mend fences with Chloe. Even if we don't harem Courtney, we can friend zone her, I guess. If anybody questions if we have any idea what the fuck we're even doing, the answer is "no".

>>308820

Didnt sage mybad

>>308820

Well, we ended up making one payment, sort of: Helen paid our last one by shaking other people down in exchange for the date.

>>308820

Go for this one, let's ease up some of our problems.

Many of these options seem like things we can all do over the course of the day, I hope we at least get to combine a few choices.

>>308811

1), 4) and 7)

No longer are we the Virgin Austist. We have become the Chad Sperg

>>308877

Yeah you can combine a few methinks, should be 'kay.

>>308811

Alright retards remember we didn't get to where we are now by chasing poontang constantly.

I vote for study. We need to keep it up. So can we do a combo of

> 4

And

> 9

Where we at the very least study a little bit each night before bed. Let's make it a habit so we don't have to study as hard when test time comes around.

>>308955

I kinda worry about the consequences of 9, if the principal excitedly forces a blowjob onto us all of a sudden out of her enthusiasm for our good grades, we might get some kind of mysterious demon STD or something. Let's just at least be a little wary about it and at least let Ms. Alexis accompany us the next time we're called to the office by the principal in congratulation just in case things get too hectic.

>>308811

>10) Visit Spaghetti lord for powers

We'll probably need them.

>7) Deal with Gilda, maybe invite Hellen.

An ignored debt only grows.

>>308811

7) and 6)

like>>308820, with a 9) thrown in for good luck.

>>308811

<5) Proactively bully Siyuki to nip that problem in the bud

5 and 6! We need to both bulli and take care of our problems!

>>310768

Sage faggot

>>310768

Twat.

RIP Spergy Seth.

>>312258

"weekly updates? what do you need monthly updates for? I don't have yearly updates!"

-cuxx-kun

you'll get your update when I lose my addiction to space station 13, I'm working on it.

>>312307

>SS13

Are there any good stations even left out there?

>>312310

This is going to sound absolutely insane but the best station I've found is vorestation, the thing about it is the vore keeps shitty players out, it's off the books, and nobody's too terribly robust, but you're not forced to ERP so if you want you can play an anti-xeno antag and go around trying to shank or plasmatank people. Me and a friend murderboned all of shitcurity with nothing but a banana peel and an iron rod and the admins didn't even suspend us. They're pretty chill.

>>312320

>>312331

>tfw cuxx literally destroys everything he touches

It's not too late jizz. You can be a better man john. Jecks, this needs to stop.

See you guys next year when a new update is released

>>313448

THANKS FOR NOT SAGING ASSFUCK

And seriously shit guys I'm sorry. I'm writing it piece by piece, thankfully it's probably gonna be the last thread, if not the next one.

>>313449

It's ok jexx, we'll wait for you

We always do

>2 months later

>no updates or notices

Can someone take over I want to see this story finished

>>319107

You fucking cuck, dont bump the thread

>>319107

Oh no, this really is the next Dragon Bully

Is the Thread Ded?

Is Not-Jexx/Cuxx-kun bored because we ain't fugged any of the girls?! Even when one creeps into our bed?!

For the last time, it's not Jexx writing the story.

>mods get ban happy because someone asks the author to come back after abandoning ship

>doesn't ban IP of author for being fucking cuckmaster

Nice job there.

>>319288

>it's not Jexx writing the story

Sigh, That's why I said "Not-Jexx", sire.

As for cuxx

>>312307

>>312320

>>312331

>>313449

>>319315

nigger he broke a fucking rule

>ON CYOA'S dice rolls should always be saged regardless of thread. If you are a participant and not the content creator of a CYOA then remember to sage. Respect the authors choice to use or not use dice, and their decisions.

>If you are a participant and not the content creator of a CYOA then remember to sage.

>participant and not the content creator

last time i checked he was some random faggot who decided to bump the thread for no reason

>>308811

Will we ever get another update I wonder?!

After second period I catch Hellen in the hall and flag her down, I need her to help with the Gilda thing. The thick woman turns around with a whirl of that short skirt and a heartstopping grin. She's happy to see me for once, if a bit confident. Her tall stride makes her assets bounce.

"Hey there." She croons, swerving a step and backing me up against the locker as usual, though this time a bit close for comfort. She sticks her massive thigh between my legs and her palm on my shoulder. "Been looking forward to you…" Deja-vu.

"Ah uh, you were?" I swallow harshly, clamping my thighs defensively around hers. Oh god it's like a fucking rock!

"Yeah, I was thinking I might show you a little something inbetween classes and here you are… All alone." She sighs a hot breath, trying to lick her lips in a seductive manner. She braces her elbows against me and reaches back to the first button of her shirt. She checks left and right as the button pries apart, moving onto the next. Her face is getting more purple by the second, and her tits would be spilling out like silly puddy if it weren't for the keyholed, frilly laced bra that looks quite familiar and feline.

I stare slack-jawed at the display, my tense groin trapped against her wrestler-on-steroids leg. "Oh, sh-it uh… Wow." I manage to bumble out, my clear confusion leaving her with a satisfied expression.

"I've been wearing it a lot because of you, want me to stop?" She suggests, hooking a finger in the keyhole and urging the cloth up just a quarter of her breasts to reveal the soft, strained underboob.

"Hell no, it's cute!" I sperg, the true meaning catching me a bit late. "I-I mean, uhm, you can uh, t-ake it off for a bit?"

I never thought I'd hear a genuine giggle from her, but at least she's taking pleasure in my crippling social disability. She lifts the bra up a little more, and a little bit more, the bowed shape of the cloth the only thing indicating any progress. Then, the smooth circles of her areola start to surface. Just as the bra gets hooked on the trim of her nipple, she lets the garment snap back onto her tits and grabs my chin. She forces my head back and looks me straight in the eye. "That's all you're getting."

"Ah- come on! You can't just do that!" I whine.

She glances down at her thigh, still holding my chin, then re-establishes piercing eye-contact. "You look like you're about to pop, and I don't want to get dirty a minute before class."

I stammer incoherently for a couple seconds, but I'm put out of that misery with a kiss. Hellen's tongue swirls around my own with a forceful tempo, draining me of every thought I had. Time slips away for a bit, then the bell rings.

The tone signals the end of our kiss and she immediately releases me, gritting her teeth. "Fuck, now I'm late. You and your stupid cute face!"

"Hey it's not my fault! You came onto me and I'm gonna have blue-balls all period!"

She scoffs, "Yeah? Well at least you can put a book over it or something, I'm going to leave stains in the damn seats! God, damnit you are so fucked after school!" She shoves a hand… playfully? Against my shoulder, ramming me into the lockers and throwing me off her thigh. By the time I get up, she's storming off with her thighs tightly bound in an awkward walk. Something's trickling.

I sit there in the empty hall, I was supposed to ask her to help me at lunch! Fucking, stupid sexy oni…

When lunch comes around I've decided I'll have to handle it on my own. I get my tray, my tendies, and my milk. Then, I sit at an open spot at the yuppie table close enough for Gilda to hopefully notice me. Once again I'm heavily out of style and other kids are giving me weird looks, guess I don't have many private yacht stories.

"Oh, hello Seth! I received your last payment from Hellen! Only about a hundred to go!" The professionally dressed Danuki says with a snake-oil smile. "You don't have to worry about it, but if you want to pay ahead I don't mind~."

"Yeah uh, about that actually. I was wondering if we might be able to talk about my debt?" I ask.

She quirks a brow and looks around at her friends, mumbling an apology before standing up and stepping aside. I follow her to the moderately more private place and she clears her throat. "Just so you know, any refinancing may result in higher interest charges."

"Ah, come on that's not it!" I groan a bit loudly, making her fidget awkwardly in place. "I spend all this time paying off a debt for property that was stolen in the first place, because you sold Hellen a phone she couldn't afford! What kind of jew shit is that?!" My spaghetti begins rocketing up my throat and my face feels light. The oppression flashes over her wide eyes as she stares at me in horror.

"Excuse me?" She says, "I helped you get your property back without dealing with the legal system and you come in here acting like a nyazi!? I cannot believe you Seth!"

"Sorry! It was-!" I try to argue, but she makes me talk to the hand.

She sighs and seems to 'collect' herself, but in a way that's a little too quick. "…I can't say it's your fault though. I've found quite a few interesting stories about your horrible homelife and single-fatherhood. This must be having a negative social effect on you, I might need to call CPS, for your own good." She says with a smirk.

How the fuck did she know about my dad? "Wow, now I know why they wanted to put you in camps." God fucking damnit, why do I keep saying things out loud? I make a face of abstract suicidal desire.

Her little hand curls into a fist but she maintains her composure, "Okay, yeah. You need help." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, dialing a number.

CPS? Isn't that child protective services? Oh no, my dad would never pass that test! Shit! "Wait don't!" I spring forward and push her phone down, an awkward smile on my face. "C-Come on, we can work this out right? It was a joke! Jews love jokes! They both start with J!" I can feel the noodles wrapping around my ankles, threatening to drown me in sweet sweet regrettio sauce

She hesitates, mocking thought, then presses the end button with a sigh, "Fine, but you need a more proper influence in your life! I think a higher debt might teach you something about dealing properly with people." She says with a shit-eating grin.

"The chosen people or just people in general?" Why? Why do I do this to myself?

She grits her teeth, her smile faker than those X-ray goggles in the back of batman comics. "Both, so… Please stop? You'll be set at around 300 now, I look forward to seeing you acting more diligently."

"300!? I don't even have 100! Please, Gilda, isn't there anything else?" Fuck it, here comes the porn plot.

She stops, crossing her legs a little and looking around. Her cheeks flare up, and her throat looks a little bit tense. I can tell what's coming, I've gotten used to the proposition by now, so I just wait. She inches forward shyly and touches shoulders with me, the danuki's minty breath inches away. She grabs my shoulders, leans in, and starts whispering. "Well, there is one thing…"

"Yeah?" I mutter back.

"A little favor that might, clear most of this up- A series of favors~." Her voice turns sultry and she licks her lips, the yuppie table nearby looking at me with disdain.

"A-huh… What is it?"

She hesitates. "It's… Something a little risque so, if you tell anyone I'll seriously ruin you."

I nod. "Yeah I get it, I've dealt with risque a lot."

"I want to…" She swallows, leaning in a little more so her inaudible voice reaches the 'barely comprehensible' mark. "I want to… uh… Watch you and Hellen do it."

"Yeah I gue-… wait what the fuck!?" I yell, silencing the cafeteria as I step back shoving her hands off me. They all stare at the two of us, Gilda not looking too pleased about this.

"S-Shush, you- ahn, I'll… I'll be in the bushes at the end of the parking lot, just convince her to go there and the contract's considered sealed! I'll cut a quarter off your debt right then and there! Now I need to make a call." She whisper-shouts before heading off, her shoes clicking with each heavy, frantic step.

"What a wilrd ride you're on." The spaghetti-lord says, out of fucking nowhere.

"Ah- fuck, dude! What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Getting runch rike everyone elrse, asshore. Rooks rike you might need mai expertise quite soon, spaghetti-born." He backs out into a shadow in the corner of the room and disappears. Fucking wizards.

After I eat what's left on my tray in silence, I head off to 4th period and sit through it as usual. I really just can't be bothered with this weirdness. At the end of class I lag behind to talk to Ms. Alexis, who seems rather pleased to see me.

"Hello, Sseth. Are you doing well? No more bullying I hope?" She asks, forcing her smile a little. I noticed she didn't look too hot in today's lesson. Well, not that she didn't look HOT, but like, she seems stressed.

I swallow, pulling my eyes away from her rack. "Yeah, uh… Actually I just wanted to give this back." I pass her the shirt she let me borrow, then rub the back of my head.

"Oh, thank you! I'm glad you returned it, it's very responsible of you." She smiles warmly, making my heart stop.

"I uh, I'm not doing so good though. Do you…" I gulp. "Do you think you could tutor me after school?"

With only a moment's hesitation, she nods frantically. "Of-of course! Of course I will! I… Oh, well there is a meeting after school…"

"D- Dang, that's too bad Ms. Alexis. Maybe-"

She springs forward and puts her palms on the desk. "Well I'm not saying I won't, it'll just have to be a little later tonight, if that's okay!"

Later tonight? "Uh, sure? I mean I don't have anything to do but, won't school be closed?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" She waves her hand about. "Just… come to my house and we'll do the work there- Ah, but, you should get your dad's permission first?"

I stare at her incredulously. Is this really happening? "O-uh, yeah! Yeah that works! He'll be fine with it I'm sure."

"Yes, I don't doubt it…" She looks off to the right, then sighs. "Well! I look forward to helping you, you're such a good student Seth! So hard to find someone willing to improve."

I step out of the classroom and try to keep my heartrate steady, walking down the hall to my next class, and the next, until there's none left. The whole time I'm considering my afterschool shots. I can cut the debt by 25% by giving into Gilda's sick fantasy. I can just let Hellen take me somewhere else and satisfy her, or I can say fuck the both of them and go to Ms. Alexis' house. I could visit Chloe, since it's been a bit, or maybe my dad has some advice on how to handle this crazy harem? He seems to think outside the box. Really, really outside the box. Then again, the Spaghetti Lord did seem to show up at an opportune time. Maybe his next power is really important? Maybe he knows something I don't.

What the fuck do I do?

>1) Hang out with Hellen

>2) Hang out with Chloe

>3) Hang out with Courtney

<2) Lure Hellen into Gilda's Peeping spot

>3) Go to Ms. Alexis' house

<5) Ask Dad what to do

<6) Visit the spaghetti-lord

Oh boy is it time to bump Dragon Bully again

Wait what? A fucking update? It's still charging headlong into haremshit so I don't actually care about where the story goes but good on you for not leaving this to die OP

>>334089

Goddammit jexx way to mislabel the choices. Anyway, having a hard time choosing between >going to see dad and >luring helen into gilda's peeping spot so I'll go with whichever one ends up having more votes.

>1) Hang out with Hellen

>2) Hang out with Chloe

>3) Hang out with Courtney

<4) Lure Hellen into Gilda's Peeping spot

>5) Go to Ms. Alexis' house

<6) Ask Dad what to do

<7) Visit the spaghetti-lord

Muh bad

>>334089

>>334090

>time to bump Dragon Bully again

Late Chirstmas present?!

Leaving Courtney in a hot steamy mess, lol.

>>334089

Hey, an update. Awesome.

>1) Hang out with Hellen

>>334096

>>334089

Go to Ms. Alexis's house, we've already said we would. Also, try to TELL Hellen about what the danuki said before considering whether or not to go through with it, there's a good chance she might record the sex for blackmail purposes or something.

>>334096

Go to teacher's house but tell thicconi about what the jew said first. Plot her gassing after we get possibly a handy from snektits.

>>334096

<4) Lure Hellen into Gilda's Peeping spot

It's the responsible thing to do.

Man the dad has been my favorite character this whole story. I gotta vote going to see him. Sorry snekfags

>>334159

We've likely got the time to do multiple things either way.

>>334089

<6) Ask Dad what to do

We need to stop thinking with our dick

>>334096

First 2) Hang out with Chloe and 1) Hang out with Hellen

Then after school 6) Ask Dad what to do

And then 5) Go to Ms. Alexis' house

Finally go home and wait for Courtney to show up. And fuck her silly, like she wants.

>>334360

idk man she was kind of a one-off thing but if people are commissioning art, damn.

>>334383

>she was kind of a one-off thing

Wait, so we couldn't waifu the Grease-Monkey…?

That's a little disappointing.

>>334556

Well I guess if you guys wanna try no harm in it. I'll throw something in. I just planned for her to be an aside.

>>334096

Can't we call dad on the phone and tell him straight up what's going on about the blackmail? Maybe even ask the principalfor help and a blowjob

Ideally call dad and tell Helen about gild a, see how she reacts, fugg Helen and if thst doesn't work out call dad then snek. We can explain to gilda that Helen didn't want to meet there not our fault.

>>337708

>bumping the thread

Eat a bullet.

>>337708

Whilst I don't disagree with anything you've mentioned. I do wish you'd be a little bit more… aware.

>>337723

Indeed.

>>334096

7 then rat gilda out to hellen and use it as an excuse to avoid them both and 5

>>337723

yo fucking chill, most people don't scroll down past the first page of the catalog

>>337708

>Can't we call dad on the phone and tell him straight up what's going on about the blackmail?

This has some merits.

>>337779

>rat gilda out to hellen

Would Hellen even believe us tho?

>>334096

my vote is

<7)

then

>>337708

it seems like Ms. Alexis will be a slow one, so no need to really worry about her just yet

>>337708

Apologies for the bump but I'm voting for call dad on phone, then snek. Not trying to power game, lest I upset the great jexxy.

>Call dad and snek

That's my goal here also snek means we're prepared for the next test which can then lead to principal favors. Principal favors means possible protection from the fucking jew - I mean, danuki.

>>347359

FUCKER!

>>347377

My friend you shouldn't be upset. Its your fault for even starting to read a Jexx story. He always just ends up quitting part way though. This thread and story are dead, And any bumps are just people calling Jexx out on his faggotry or are newbies to the board who don't bother to check dates. Acceptance brings peace friend.

>>347558

I hope Jexx dies a painful death

dear OP,

I don't fault you for abandoning ship, it can be stressful writing often for an anonymous image board I've tried it elsewhere and creating content that you yourself can enjoy along side with anons is difficult.

Just know that we loved your stories. Rest in peace spaghetti man. Rolling, if 20 then its ogre.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>357835

and the verdict of the roll is…