N3:
img: class="rounded-image center"
video: class="rounded-image center video-wrapper"
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MC:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> </n1></b></div>\
MC: (INNER)(SUN)
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
MC: (INNER)(MOON)
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1> </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1> </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SUN:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MOON:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MoonLeft"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner></inner></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MoonRight"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> </inner></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KYRA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> </kyra></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> </kyra></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LUCY1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
LUCY2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
LUCY3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
LUCY4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy4.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy4.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
LUCY5:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
LUCY5:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1> </l1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
BELLATRIX0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1></trix1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1> </trix1></b></div>\
BELLATRIX1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1></trix1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1> </trix1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
AUDREY:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><<b1> </b1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SCARLET:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Scarlet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/scarlet1.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Scarlet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/scarlet1.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
HARLEY1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
HARLEY2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley2.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley2.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
WILLOW:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Willow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/willow1.jpg"><b><willow> </willow></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Willow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/willow1.jpg"><b><willow> </willow></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MINKA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Minka</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> </minka></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Minka</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> </minka></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SIENNA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KAT:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SUMMER1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer1.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer1.jpg"><b><summer1></summer1></b></div>\
SUMMER2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1></summer1></b></div>\
SUMMER3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1></summer1></b></div>\
SUMMER4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1></summer1></b></div>\
SUMMER0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer0.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer0.jpg"><b><summer1></summer1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
AMARA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
FELICIA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Felicia</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> </felicia1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Felicia</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> </felicia1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
JESS1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Jess</b></div>
<b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Jess</b></div>
<b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
BRITTANY1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
BRITTANY2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
BRITTANY3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany3.jpg"><b><bi1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany3.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
BRITTANY4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany4.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany4.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
BRITTANY5:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany5.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany5.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
BRITTANY0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany0.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany0.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
HITOMI1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
HITOMI2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi2.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi2.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
HITOMI3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi3.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi3.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
HITOMI4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi4.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi4.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
HITOMI5:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi5.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi5.jpg"><b><hi1> </hi1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LEANNE:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Leanne</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/leanne1.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HitomiRight"><b>Leanne</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/leanne1.jpg"><b><summer1> </summer1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LEXI1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> </lexi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> </lexi1></b></div>\
LEXI2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi2.jpg"><b><lexi2> </lexi2></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi2.jpg"><b><lexi2> </lexi2></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MILENA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
MILENA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena2.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena2.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
MILENA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena3.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena3.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
MILENA0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena0.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena0.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
ANGELA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
ANGELA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela2.png"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela2.png"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
ANGELA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MEL:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
CENTER GATE NUN:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Nun</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/nun1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>Nun</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/nun1.jpg"><b><b1> </b1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
WILHELMINA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>Wilhelmina</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> </wil></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="WilhelminaRight"><b>Wilhelmina</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> </wil></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MADALYN1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Madalyn</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MadalynRight"><b>Madalyn</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
MADALYN2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Madalyn</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/madalyn2.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MadalynRight"><b>Madalyn</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/madalyn2.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LUCIE1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
LUCIE2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
ALETTE:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> </ale1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AletteRight"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> </ale1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MOLA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mola</b></div>
<b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Mola</b></div>
<b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KAYA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MONICA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Monica</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> </monica></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Monica</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> </monica></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
BRIANNA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Brianna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> </brianna1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MadalynRight"><b>Brianna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> </brianna1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KENDRA0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KendraLeft"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra0.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KendraRight"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra0.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
KENDRA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KendraLeft"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra1.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KendraRight"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra1.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
KENDRA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KendraLeft"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra2.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KendraRight"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra2.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
KENDRA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KendraLeft"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KendraRight"><b>Kendra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> </kendra1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MISTRESS T:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Mistress T</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/missT1.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MissTRight"><b>Mistress T</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/missT1.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
ELLA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella> </ella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="EllaRight"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella> </ella></b></div>\
ELLA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella2.jpg"><b><ella> </ella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="EllaRight"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella2.jpg"><b><ella> </ella></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
NATALIE1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="NatalieLeft"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie1.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="NatalieRight"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie1.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
NATALIE2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="NatalieLeft"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="NatalieRight"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
NATALIE3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="NatalieLeft"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie3.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="NatalieRight"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie3.jpg"><b><missT1> </missT1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MARIANA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MarianaRight"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SARA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SaraLeft"><b>Sara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SaraRight"><b>Sara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
DOMINIQUE:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="DominiqueRight"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KIANA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><mi1> </mi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
KIANA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana2.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana2.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
KIANA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
KIANA4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> </k1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
CHANEL1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ChanelLeft"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel> </chanel></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ChanelRight"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel> </chanel></b></div>\
CHANEL2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ChanelLeft"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> </chanel></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ChanelRight"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> </chanel></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
DEE1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="DeeLeft"><b>Dee</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dee1.jpg"><b><dee> </dee></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="DeeRight"><b>Dee</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dee1.jpg"><b><dee> </dee></b></div>\
DEE0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="DeeLeft"><b>Dee</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dee0.jpg"><b><dee> </dee></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="DeeRight"><b>Dee</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dee0.jpg"><b><dee> </dee></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KIRA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> </kira1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> </kira1></b></div>\
KIRA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2> </kira2></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2> </kira2></b></div>\
KIRA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira3> </kira3></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira3> </kira3></b></div>\
KIRA4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira4.jpg"><b><kira4> </kira4></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira4.jpg"><b><kira4> </kira4></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
VIOLET1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="VioletLeft"><b>Violet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/violet1.jpg"><b><vio> </vio></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="VioletRight"><b>Violet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/violet1.jpg"><b><vio> </vio></b></div>\
VIOLET2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="VioletLeft"><b>Violet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/violet2.jpg"><b><vio> </vio></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="VioletRight"><b>Violet</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/violet2.jpg"><b><vio> </vio></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
ABELLA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
ABELLA2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella2.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella2.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
ABELLA3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella3.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella3.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
ABELLA0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella0.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella0.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
PROXY1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ProxyLeft"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy1.jpg"><b><proxy1> </proxy1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ProxyRight"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy1.jpg"><b><proxy1> </proxy1></b></div>\
PROXY2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ProxyLeft"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> </proxy2></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ProxyRight"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> </proxy2></b></div>\
PROXY3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ProxyLeft"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy3.jpg"><b><proxy3> </proxy3></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ProxyRight"><b>Proxy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/proxy3.jpg"><b><proxy3> </proxy3></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
AJ1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
AJ2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj2.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj2.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
AJ3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj3.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj3.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
AJ4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj4.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj4.jpg"><b><aj1> </aj1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
PETA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Peta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/peta1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Peta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/peta1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
BIANCA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> </bia1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="BiancaRight"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> </bia1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LENA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> </ange1></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SIENNA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SiennaLeft"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SiennaRight"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
KAT:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KatLeft"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="KatRight"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
WILLOW:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="WillowLeft"><b>Willow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/willow1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="WillowRight"><b>Willow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/willow1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
RUBI1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi2.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi2.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi3.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi3.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI4:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi4.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi4.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI5:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi5.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi5.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI6:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi6.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi6.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
RUBI7:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RubiLeft"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi7.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RubiRight"><b>Rubi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rubi7.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
AZURA:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AzuraLeft"><b>Azura</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/azura1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="AzuraRight"><b>Azura</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/azura1.jpg"><b><peta> </peta></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
HEDGEHOG:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HedgehogLeft"><b>Hedgehog</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hedgehog1.jpg"><b><hedge></hedge></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="HedgehogRight"><b>Hedgehog</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hedgehog1.jpg"><b><hedge></hedge></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SLOTH1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SlothLeft"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth1.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SlothRight"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth1.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
SLOTH2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SlothLeft"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth2.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SlothRight"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth2.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
SLOTH3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SlothLeft"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth3.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SlothRight"><b>Sloth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sloth3.jpg"><b><sloth></sloth></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
PANTHER1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="PantherLeft"><b>Panther</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/panther1.jpg"><b><panther></panther></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="PantherRight"><b>Panther</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/panther1.jpg"><b><panther></panther></b></div>\
PANTHER2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="PantherLeft"><b>Panther</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther></panther></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="PantherRight"><b>Panther</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther></panther></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MARLIN0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MarlinLeft"><b>Marlin</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/marlin0.jpg"><b><marlin></marlin></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MarlinRight"><b>Marlin</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/marlin0.jpg"><b><marlin></marlin></b></div>\
MARLIN1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MarlinLeft"><b>Marlin</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/marlin1.jpg"><b><marlin></marlin></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MarlinRight"><b>Marlin</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/marlin1.jpg"><b><marlin></marlin></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
MANTA0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MantaLeft"><b>Manta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/manta0.jpg"><b><manta></manta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MantaRight"><b>Manta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/manta0.jpg"><b><manta></manta></b></div>\
MANTA1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MantaLeft"><b>Manta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/manta1.jpg"><b><manta></manta></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MantaRight"><b>Manta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/manta1.jpg"><b><manta></manta></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
LAMB1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LambLeft"><b>Lamb</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lamb1.jpg"><b><lamb></lamb></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LambRight"><b>Lamb</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lamb1.jpg"><b><lamb></lamb></b></div>\
LAMB2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LambLeft"><b>Lamb</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lamb2.jpg"><b><lamb></lamb></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LambRight"><b>Lamb</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lamb2.jpg"><b><lamb></lamb></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
VIPER1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ViperLeft"><b>Viper</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper></viper></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ViperRight"><b>Viper</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper></viper></b></div>\
VIPER2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="ViperLeft"><b>Viper</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/viper2.jpg"><b><viper></viper></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="ViperRight"><b>Viper</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/viper2.jpg"><b><viper></viper></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
RUE1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RueLeft"><b>Rue</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue></rue></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RueRight"><b>Rue</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue></rue></b></div>\
RUTH0:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="RuthLeft"><b>Ruth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ruth1.jpg"><b><rue></rue></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="RuthRight"><b>Ruth</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ruth1.jpg"><b><rue></rue></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
CROW1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="CrowRight"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
CROW2:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="CrowRight"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
CROW3:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="CrowRight"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr></cr></b></div>\
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
SPARROW1:
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Sparrow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow> </sparrow></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Sparrow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow></sparrow></b></div>\
d>Hedgehog: </d><hedge></hedge>
<d>Sloth: </d><sloth></sloth>
<d>Panther: </d><panther></panther>
<d>Marlin: </d><marlin></marlin>
<d>Manta: </d><manta></manta>
<d>Lamb: </d><lamb></lamb>
<d>Wasp: </d><wasp></wasp>
<d>Viper: </d><viper></viper>
<d>Rue: </d><rue></rue>
<d>Crow: </d><cr></cr>
<center><<linkreplace " "t8n </center> >>\
<</linkreplace>>\
MC(Outer): <b><d>$name:</d> <n1> </n1></b>
MC(Inner): <b><a1>(</a1><n1> </n1><a1>)</a1></b>
MC New(Inner):<b><newB>(</newB><n1> </n1><newB>)</newB></b>
<d>Kyra:</d> <n1> </n1>
MC(Inner)2: <inner>(</inner><n1> </n1><inner>)</inner>
Moon: <n1>( </n1><inner> </inner><n1> )</n1>
N3: <n3> </n3>
Sun: <b><n1>(</n1> <a1> </a1><n1>)</n1></b>
Hitomi: <b><d>Hitomi:</d> <hi1> </hi1></b>
Milena: <b><d>Milena:</d> <mi1> </mi1></b>
Brittany: <b><d>Brittany:</d> <b1> </b1></b>
Succubusses: <d>Succubus1:</d><b1> </b1>
LUCY: <b><d>Lucy:</d> <l1> </l1></b>
Alette: <d>Alette:</d> <ale1> </ale1>
<d>Bianca</d> <a1> </a1>
<d>???:</d>
<d>Bianca</d> <bia1> </bia1>
<d>Mia:</d> <mi1> </mi1>
Angela: <b><d>Angela:</d> <ange1> </ange1></b>
<d>Mel:</d> <b1> </b1>
<b><d>Trix:</d> <trix1> </trix1></b>
<b><d>Summer:</d> <summer1> </summer1></b>
<b><d>Lucie:</d> <lucie> </lucie></b>
<b><d>Madalyn:</d> <hi1> </hi1></b>
<b><d>Spiky-Masked Succubus:</d> <b1> </b1></b>
<b><d>J:</d> <ange1> </ange1></b>
<n1>(</n1><inner> </inner><n1>)</n1>
<b><d>Ella:</d> <ella> </ella></b>
<b><d>Kaya:</d> <ange1> </ange1></b>
<d>Monica:</d> <monica> </monica>
<d>Dominique:</d><mi1> </mi1>
<d>Sara:</d> <hi1> </hi1>
<d>Mariana:</d> <l1> </l1>
<d>Natalie:</d> <ange1> </ange1>
<d>Kiana:</d> <k1> </k1>
<d>Abella:</d> <abella> </abella>
<d>AJ:</d> <aj1> </aj1>
<d>Proxy:</d> <proxy1> </proxy1>
<d>Proxy:</d> <proxy2> </proxy2>
<d>Proxy:</d> <proxy3> </proxy3>
<d>Brianna:</d> <brianna1> </brianna1>
<d>Kendra:</d> <kendra1> </kendra1>
<d>MistressT:</d> <missT1> </missT1>
<d>Lena:</d><ange1> </ange1>
<d>Harley:</d> <b1> </b1>
<d>Wilhelmina:</d> <wil> </wil>
<d>Peta: </d><peta> </peta>
<d>Sienna </d><sienna> </sienna>
<d>Kat:</d> <abella> </abella>
<d>Mola: </d> <ange1> </ange1>
<d>Violet :</d><vio> </vio>
<d>Dee :</d><dee> </dee>
<d>Chanel :</d><chanel> </chanel>
<d>Kira : </d><kira1> </kira1>
<d>Kira : </d><kira2> </kira2>
<d>Kira : </d><kira3> </kira3>
<d>Kira : </d><kira4> </kira4>
<d>Willow: </d> <willow></willow>
<d>Hedgehog: </d><hedge></hedge>
<d>Sloth: </d><sloth></sloth>
<d>Panther: </d><panther></panther>
<d>Marlin: </d><marlin></marlin>
<d>Manta: </d><manta></manta>
<d>Lamb: </d><lamb></lamb>
<d>Wasp: </d><wasp></wasp>
<d>Viper: </d><viper></viper>
<d>Rue: </d><rue></rue>
<d>Crow: </d><cr></cr>
<<linkreplace"" t8n>>\
<</linkreplace>>\<div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<center><a data-passage="second floor"><img src="media/places/menu/second1.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a>
<a data-passage="kitchen"><img src="media/places/menu/kitchen1.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a> <a data-passage="living"><img src="media/places/menu/living1.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a> <a data-passage="kimber room"><img src="media/places/menu/bedroom2.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a>
<a data-passage="outside1"><img src="media/places/menu/outside1.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a> <a data-passage="pool"><img src="media/places/menu/pool1.jpg" width="300px" height="200px"></a></center>\
</div>\
</div>\
<center>[[New Tags]] </center><set $jupiterguide === 0>>\
/*General*/
<<set $week to 0>>
<<set $day to "Sunday">>
<<set $sub to 0>>
<<set $dom to 0>>
<<set $energy to 100>>
<<set $fitness to 0>>
<<set $lust to 40>>
<<set $control to 0>>
<<set $grope to 0>>\
<<set $controlFitness to 0>>
<<set $corruption to 0>>
<<set $introcounter = 0>>\
/*ControlCounter*/
<<set $controlFitness to 0>>
<<set $controlHitomi to 0>>
<<set $controlMilena to 0>>
/*MCSign*/
<<set $McSign to 0>>
<<set $Moon to 0>>
/*Has Done*/
<<set $hasExercised to 0>>
<<set $hasShowered to 0>>
<<set $hasEat to 0>>
<<set $controlled to 0>>
<<set $hasOutside to 0>>
<<set $private to 0>>
<<set $hasLibrary to 0>>
/*Corruption*/
<<set $hitomiCorruption to 1>>
<<set $milenaCorruption to 0>>
<<set $hitomiBra to 0>>
<<set $hitomiNaked to 0>>
<<set $Mprivate to 1>>
<<set $milenaexercise to 0>>
<<set $watched to 0>>\
/*Explaining*/
<<set $explain1 to 0>>
<<set $explain2 to 0>>
<<set $explain3 to 0>>
/*Monologue*/
<<set $monologue1 to 0>>
<<set $monologue2 to 0>>
<<set $monologue3 to 0>>
<<set $monologue4 to 0>>
/*Dialogue*/
<<set $dialogue1 to 0>>
<<set $dialogue2 to 0>>
/*Not Today*/
<<set $notToday1 to 0>>
<<set $notToday2 to 0>>
<<set $notToday3 to 0>>
<<set $hasExercised to 0>>
<<set $hasShowered to 0>>
<<set $controlled to 0>>
<<set $hasrated to 0>>
/*Photos*/
<<set $photoRemain to 36>>
<<set $photo1 to 1>>
<<set $photo2 to 0>>
<<set $photo3 to 0>>
<<set $photo4 to 0>>
<<set $photo5 to 0>>
<<set $photo6 to 0>>
<<set $photo7 to 0>>
<<set $photo8 to 0>>
<<set $photo9 to 0>>
<<set $photo10 to 0>>
<<set $photo11 to 0>>
<<set $photo12 to 0>>
<<set $photo13 to 0>>
<<set $photo14 to 0>>
<<set $photo15 to 0>>
/*v.02*/
<<set $photo16 to 0>>
<<set $photo17 to 0>>
<<set $photo18 to 0>>
<<set $halloween to 0>>
/*v.0.3.2*/
<<set $photo18 to 0>>
<<set $photo19 to 0>>
<<set $photo20 to 0>>
<<set $photo21 to 0>>
/*v.0.5.4*/
/*dormroom*/
<<set $photo22 to 0>>
<<set $photo23 to 0>>
<<set $photo24 to 0>>
/*classroom*/
<<set $photo25 to 0>>
<<set $photo26 to 0>>
<<set $photo27 to 0>>
/*jupiter dormitory*/
<<set $photo28 to 0>>
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<<set $photo30 to 0>>
/*After Pixie Forest Photos*/
/*Corridor */
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<<set $corridoPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $corridoPhoto3 to 0>>
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<<set $jupiterPhoto1 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto3 to 0>>
/*Future After Pixie Forest Photos*/
/*Jupiter Dormitory Photos*/
<<set $jupiterPhoto1 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $jupiterPhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $jupiterPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Moon Dormitory Photos*/
<<set $moonPhoto1 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $moonPhoto10 to 0>>
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<<set $moonPhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto15 to 0>>
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<<set $moonPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $moonPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Main Campus Photos*/
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<<set $campusPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto6 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto7 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto8 to 0>>
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<<set $campusPhoto10 to 0>>
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<<set $campusPhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $campusPhoto20 to 0>>
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<<set $dungeonPhoto1 to 0>>
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<<set $dungeonPhoto3 to 0>>
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<<set $dungeonPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $dungeonPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $dungeonPhoto20 to 0>>
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/*Mars Photos*/
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<<set $marsPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $marsPhoto18 to 0>>
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<<set $marsPhoto20 to 0>>
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<<set $saturnPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $saturnPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $saturnPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Venus Photos*/
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<<set $venusPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $venusPhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $venusPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Neptune Photos*/
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<<set $neptunePhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $neptunePhoto8 to 0>>
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<<set $neptunePhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $neptunePhoto20 to 0>>
/*Uranus Photos*/
<<set $uranusPhoto1 to 0>>
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<<set $uranusPhoto6 to 0>>
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<<set $uranusPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $uranusPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $uranusPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $uranusPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Earth Photos*/
<<set $earthPhoto1 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto6 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto7 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto8 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto9 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto10 to 0>>
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<<set $earthPhoto12 to 0>>
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<<set $earthPhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Mercury Photos*/
<<set $earthPhoto1 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto2 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto3 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto4 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto5 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto6 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto7 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto8 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto9 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto10 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto11 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto12 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto13 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto14 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto15 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto16 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto17 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto18 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto19 to 0>>
<<set $earthPhoto20 to 0>>
/*Items*/
<<set $oil to 0>>
<<set $latexCape to 0>>
<<set $SundayCape to 0>>
/*Lucy*/
<<set $controlcounter to 0>>
<<set $firstpeek to 0>>
<<set $spy to 0>>
<<set $caught to 0>>
<<set $punishAngela to 0>>
<<set $lucymeet to 0>>
<<set $dungeoncounter to 0>>
<<set $lucyUpset to 0>>
<<set $lucyPleased to 0>>
/*Version End*/
<<set $hitomiEnd to 0>>
<<set $milenaEnd to 0>>
<<set $versionEnd to 0>>
/*Questions*/
/*Dungeon*/
<<set $question1 to 0>>\
<<set $question2 to 0>>\
<<set $question3 to 0>>\
<<set $question4 to 0>>\
/*Way back home*/
<<set $question5 to 0>>\
<<set $question6 to 0>>\
<<set $question7 to 0>>\
/*LatexDungeon Week1*/
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $darkPassage to 0>>\
<<set $hasLibrary to 0>>
<<set $latexNun to 0>>
<<set $skiptoSaturday to 0>>
<<set $SundayNextWeek to 0>>
/*LatexDungeon Library*/
<<set $TrixRead to 0>>
<<set $latexTypesRead to 0>>
<<set $peskyFliesRead to 0>>
/*Somnia Pixies*/
<<set $upsetpixie to 0>>
<<set $happypixie to 0>>
/*Sunday2*/
<<set $chair to 0>>
<<set $curtain to 0>>
<<set $suitcase to 0>>
/*CorridorPeek*/
<<set $corridorPeek1 to 0>>
<<set $corridorPeek2 to 0>>
<<set $corridorPeek3 to 0>>
/*newContent*/
<<set $newContent to 0>>
/*LatexDungeon Week3*/
<<set $latexdollcheck to 0>>
<<set $latexdoll to 0>>\
/*LatexDungeon Week4*/
<<set $sunday4 === 0>>\
/*LatexDungeon Sunday*/
<<set $madalyn to 0>>
<<set $candle to 0>>
<<set $whitelight to 0>>
<<set $summerwarning to 0>>
<<set $summerquestion1 to 0>>\
<<set $summerquestion2 to 0>>\
<<set $summerquestion3 to 0>>\
<<set $summerquestion4 to 0>>\
/*Brit's Duel*/
<<set $duel to 0>>
<<set $fainted to 0>>
<<set $conscious to 0>>
<<set $came to 0>>
<<set $curiouscape to 0>>
/*Tits Expansion*/
<<set $tits to 0>>
<<set $hitomiHelp1 to 0>>
<<set $sadmemory to 0>>
<<set $happymemory to 0>>
/*Center*/
<<set $centerVisit to 0>>
<<set$centerBorder to 0 >>
/*Futa*/
<<set $futa to 0>>
<<set $MCfuta to 0>>
<<set $moonfavor to 0>>\
<<set $mars to 0>>\
<<set $marsRefuse to 0>>\
<<set $peta to 0>>\
<<set $sara to 0>>\
/*v0.5.6*/
<<set $nataliePainting to 0>>\
<<set $debate to 0>>\
<<set $bully to 0>>\
/*v0.5.8*/
<<set $kiana to 0>>\
<<set $cake to 0>>\
<<set $cakesmell to 0>>\
<<set $whyspecial to 0>>\
<<set $youfirst to 0>>\
<<set $eatcake to 0>>\
<<set $caketruth to 0>>\
<<set $cakerejected to 0>>\
<<set $cakeeaten to 0>>\
<<set $jamie to 0>>\
<<set $secondDuel to 0>>\
/*Trial*/
<<set $trialResult to 0>>
/*Inspection*/
<<set $kayaAnger to 0>>
<<set $kayaquestion1 to 0>>
<<set $kayaquestion2 to 0>>
<<set $kayaquestion3 to 0>>
<<set $kayaquestion4 to 0>>
<<set $stagelookaround to 0>>
<<set $traininglookaround to 0>>
/*0.5.7*/
<<set $britguide to 0>>
<<set $hitomiobjection to 0>>
<<set $hitomiRebel to 0>>\
<<set $hitomiMilena to 0>>\
/*Venus Lessons*/
<<set $abella to 0>>\
<<set $proxy to 0>>\
<<set $upsetMilena to 0>>\
<<set $venusFuta to 0>>\
<<set $venusfirstlesson to 0>>\
<<set $fuckedUp to 0>>\
/*Saturn*/
/*0.6*/
<<set $saturn to 0>>\
<<set $noMale to 0>>\
<<set $SaturnNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $purpletour to 0>>
/*Venus*/
/*0.6*/
<<set $abella to 0>>\
<<set $venusnoticed to 0>>\
<<set $venusdormitory to 0>>\
<<set $VenusNextWeek to 0>>\
/*Mars*/
/*0.6.1*/
<<set $pillow to 0>>
<<set $sealed to 0>>\
<<set $noNutKiana to 0>>\
/*Dormitories*/
<<set $mercuryDorm to 0>>\
<<set $neptuneDorm to 0>>\
<<set $moonDorm to 0>>\
<<set $earthDorm to 0>>\
<<set $plutoDorm to 0>>\
/*Lexi*/
<<set $lexiCry to 0>>\
<<set $lexiRoom to 0>>\
<<set $lexiFirst to 0>>\
<<set $lexiSecond to 0>>\
<<set $lexiKiss to 0>>\
<<set $lexiTransformation to 0>>\
/*Just In Case*/
<<set $justInCase1 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase2 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase3 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase4 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase5 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase6 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase7 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase9 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase10 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase11 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase12 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase13 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase14 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase15 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase16 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase17 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase18 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase19 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase20 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase21 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase22 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase23 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase24 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase25 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase26 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase27 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase29 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase30 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase31 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase35 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase36 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase37 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase38 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase39 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase40 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase41 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase42 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase43 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase44 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase48 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase48 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase50 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase57 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase59 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase60 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase61 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase62 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase63 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase64 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase65 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase66 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase67 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase68 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase69 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase70 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase72 to 0>>\
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<<set $justInCase75 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase76 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase77 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase78 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase79 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase80 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase81 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase82 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase83 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase84 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase85 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase86 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase87 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase88 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase89 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase90 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase91 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase92 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase93 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase94 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase95 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase96 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase97 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase98 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase99 to 0>>\
<<set $justInCase100 to 0>>\
/*Just In Case-USED*/
<<if $intro === 1>>\
<center><a data-passage="$return"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<center><<linkreplace "<img src='img/guide/locations1.jpg' class='center rounded-image' width='40%'> "t8n >>\
<div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<img src="img/guide/locations1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="50%"></div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
/*You Feel Watched*/\
<<if $caught === 0 and $watched === 0>>\
Continue to spend time with Hitomi in her room. You'll feel the presence of a pair of eyes on you.
<</if>>\
/*Catching Angela*/\
<<if $watched === 1 and $caught === 0>>\
Continue to spend time with Hitomi in her room. Don't let the eyes watching you escape this time.
<</if>>\
/*Summoning to Dungeon*/\
<<if $caught === 1 and $lucymeet === 0>>\
You'll get contacted. On a Monday night, after you've gone to sleep, there might be a knock on your door.
<</if>>\
/*First Dungeon Visit*/\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 1>>\
Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
/*Second Dungeon Visit*/\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 2>>\
Visit the dungeon the following Saturday. Lucy will continue to train you.
<</if>>\
/*Third Dungeon Visit*/\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 3>>\
Visit the dungeon the following Saturday. It's time to reveal your own spirit animal.
<</if>>\
/*Fourth Dungeon Visit*/\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 4 and $duel === 0>>\
Visit Jupiter Dormitory. You might witness something about Brittany.
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 4 and $duel === 1>>\
The dungeon is not available this Saturday. Visit on Sunday and explore it for the first time on your own.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 1 >>\
Lucy knows about the uninvited visit you received to your room. She summoned you to the dungeon on Sunday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 2 >>\
After the visit to The Center, Lucy said she had decisions to make. Visit the dungeon on Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 3 >>\
You are trying to get used to the Latex control you have acquired and the new spirit that has awakened within you. You know where to seek help in advancing in the Latex Arts. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 4 >>\
Lucy seems a little busy these days. She might want you to keep her company. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 5 >>\
You learned that the place behind the Newcomers Dormitory is actually an auction place. Meet Lucy and Summer at the Dining Hall on Sunday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 6 and $centerBorder === 0>>\
After what happened at the auction, Lucy might need your help. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 7 and $centerBorder === 0>>\
Looks like you won't be visiting the dungeon for a while. Take a walk on Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 1>>\
Advance the Center storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 1>>\
Lucy seems to be preparing to execute something she's been planning for a long time. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 2>>\
Time to get your own cell. Although things may be a bit disrupted for you due to some busy schedules. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 3>>\
After the overcrowding of the dungeon last week, you're not sure what to expect. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 4>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/jupiter1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $dungeoncounter lt 4 and $duel === 0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter gte 4 and $duel === 0>>\
You might witness something about Brittany. Visit the Jupiter Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit gte 0 and $britguide === 0 and $duel === 1 and $jupiterguide === 0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit gte 1 and $britguide === 0 and $duel === 1>>\
A young crowd has come all the way here to see a superstar. Visit the Jupiter Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $britguide === 1 and $hitomiRebel === 0 and $centerVisit lt 5>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $britguide === 1 and $hitomiRebel === 0 and $centerVisit gte 5>>\
Hitomi seems to have started socializing in her future dormitory. Visit the Jupiter Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $britguide === 1 and $hitomiRebel === 1>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/mars1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $futa === 0 and $centerVisit lte 2 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 1 and $marsAccept === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit the Dungeon on Sunday. Lucy will introduce you to a Mars.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 3 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella's room on any weekday and try to replicate the Mars features.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 4 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella on Sunday and make your first visit to Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $bully === 0 and $futa === 5 and $secondDuel === 0 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Ella seems to be getting used to her future dormitory. Visit Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $bully === 0 and $futa === 5 and $secondDuel === 0 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $cake === 1 and $secondDuel === 0 and $kiana === 1>>\
Ella's reputation seems to be growing. Visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $secondDuel === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0 >>\
Ella is quite agitated after some of the things she's been through. She might show up on your doorstep on a Saturday evening.
<</if>>\
<<if $secondDuel === 2 and $marsRefuse === 0 and $sara === 0 >>\
You're still getting used to the internal dynamics of Mars Dormitory. Maybe you'll witness something between the two Headmistresses. Visit Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $sara === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0 >>\
Sara's behavior has aroused your curiosity. Can you take advantage of her repressed emotions? Visit Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $sara === 2 and $marsRefuse === 0 >>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
<<if $marsRefuse ===1>>\
This storyline has been disabled.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/moon1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $saturn === 0>>\
Visit Saturn Dormitory and complete the initial event.
<</if>>\
<<if $saturn gte 1 and $moonDorm === 0>>\
Make your first visit to Moon Dormitory on a Friday.
<</if>>\
<<if $moonDorm === 1 and $kira ===1>>\
You're not happy about what you did to Kira, but it was forced on you. Visit the Moon Dormitory on a Friday.
<</if>>\
<<if $kira ===2>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/saturn1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $control lt 25 and $centerVisit lt 5>>\
You need to have at least 25 control and complete the [Auction Preparations] event in the main story. (Latex Dungeon)
<</if>>\
<<if $control lt 25 and $centerVisit gte 5>>\
You need to have at least 25 control.
<</if>>\
<<if $control gte 25 and $centerVisit gte 5 and $saturn === 0>>\
You can make your first visit to Saturn Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $saturn === 1>>\
You're curious where Brianna is going... You might want to revisit the Saturn Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $saturn === 2>>\
Kendra will show you around the Purple Dungeon, though she's not too keen. On a Wednesday, put on your Latex cloak and visit the Saturn Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $saturn === 3>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/venus1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $hitomiobjection === 0>>\
Continue to advance Hitomi's storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiobjection === 1>>\
A visitor may arrive to your class. Meet Abella in class on a weekday morning.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella === 1>>\
Make your first visit to the Venus Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella === 2>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/center1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $centerBorder === 0 and $centerVisit lt 6>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 6>>\
After what happened at the auction, Lucy might need your help. Visit the dungeon the following Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 7 and $centerBorder === 0>>\
Looks like you won't be visiting the dungeon for a while. Take a walk on Saturday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 1>>\
Crow wants to give you a tour of the outer borders. Meet Crow on Sunday.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 2>>\
Crow left a nun costume in your room. Wear it on Sunday and visit the outer borders of The Center.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 3>>\
You helped Lena get back without being noticed. On Sunday, put on your nun costume and revisit the outer borders.
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 4>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/earth1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">🛠️ Work in Progress.</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/mercury1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">🛠️ Work in Progress.</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/uranus1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">🛠️ Work in Progress.</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/neptune1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">🛠️ Work in Progress.</p>
</div>
</div>
<</linkreplace>>\
<center><<linkreplace "<img src='img/guide/characters1.jpg' class='center rounded-image' width='40%'> "t8n </center>>>\
<div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<img src="img/guide/characters1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="50%">
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/hitomi1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $hitomiCorruption lt 8>>\
Continue spending time in Hitomi's room.
<</if>>\
<<if $Mprivate lt 9 and $hitomiCorruption gte 8 and $centerVisit gte 5>>\
Continue to progress in Milena's private lessons.
<</if>>\
<<if $Mprivate lt 9 and $hitomiCorruption gte 8 and $centerVisit lt 5>>\
Continue to progress in Milena's private lessons and to progress the main story.(Latex Dungeon)
<</if>>\
<<if $Mprivate gte 9 and $hitomiCorruption gte 8 and $centerVisit lt 5>>\
Continue to progress the main story. (Latex Dungeon)
<</if>>\
<<if $Mprivate gte 9 and $hitomiCorruption gte 8 and $centerVisit gte 5 and $hitomiRebel === 0>>\
Hitomi seems to have started socializing in her future dormitory. Visit the Jupiter Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiRebel === 1>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/ella1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $futa === 0 and $centerVisit lte 2 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 1 and $marsAccept === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit the Dungeon on Sunday. Lucy will introduce you to a Mars.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 3 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella's room on any weekday and try to replicate the Mars features.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 4 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella on Sunday and make your first visit to Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $bully === 0 and $futa === 5 and $secondDuel === 0 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Ella seems to be getting used to her future dormitory. Visit Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $bully === 0 and $futa === 5 and $secondDuel === 0 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $cake === 1 and $secondDuel === 0 and $kiana === 1>>\
Ella's reputation seems to be growing. Visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $secondDuel === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Ella is quite agitated after some of the things she's been through. She might show up on your doorstep on a Saturday evening.
<</if>>\
<<if $sealed === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
After what you heard, you need to tell Lucy what happened. Head to the Latex Dungeon on Sunday.
<</if>>\
<<if $sealed === 2 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
<<if $marsRefuse ===1>>\
This storyline has been disabled.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/kiana1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $futa === 0 and $centerVisit lte 2 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon and Ella storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 1 and $marsAccept === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit the Dungeon on Sunday. Lucy will introduce you to a Mars.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 3 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella's room on any weekday and try to replicate the Mars features.
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 4 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
Visit Ella on Sunday and make your first visit to Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $kiana === 1 and $cake === 0>>\
Kiana seems to have prepared a special gift for you in honor of the beginning of your friendship. Visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $cakeeaten === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
You've met Kiana's wild side. You need to keep her in line. Visit the Mars Dormitory on a Wednesday.
<</if>>\
<<if $noNutKiana === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
You gave Kiana a week. You'll have to wait and see if she'll accomplish the task you've given her. Next Wednesday, visit the Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $noNutKiana === 2 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
<<if $cakerejected === 1 and $marsRefuse === 0>>\
You didn't eat Kiana's cake. This storyline has been disabled.
<</if>>\
<<if $marsRefuse ===1>>\
This storyline has been disabled.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/peta1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">
<<if $abella != 2 and $mars === 0 and $centerVisit lt 3 and $marsRefuse === 0 and $peta ===0>>
Advance the Mars Dormitory, Venus Dormitory and Latex Dungeon storylines.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella != 2 and $mars gte 1 and $centerVisit lt 3 and $marsRefuse ===0 and $peta ===0>>\
Complete the initial event of the Venus Dormitory and advance the Latex Dungeon Storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella === 2 and $mars gte 1 and $centerVisit gte 3 and $marsRefuse ===0 and $peta ===0>>\
Visit the Venus Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella != 2 and $mars gte 1 and $centerVisit gte 3 and $marsRefuse ===0 and $peta ===0>>\
Complete the initial event of the Venus Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $abella === 2 and $mars gte 1 and $centerVisit lt 3 and $marsRefuse ===0 and $peta ===0>>\
Continue to advance the Latex Dungeon storyline.
<</if>>\
<<if $peta ===1 and $marsRefuse ===0>>\
After the first interaction with Peta, you can't suppress your curiosity and shifting feelings. Visit the Venus Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $peta ===2 and $marsRefuse ===0>>\
Peta may be paying visits to other Dormitories. Visit Mars Dormitory.
<</if>>\
<<if $peta ===3 and $marsRefuse ===0>>\
You've reached the end of this storyline. It will be continued in future patches.
<</if>>\
<<if $marsRefuse ===1>>\
This storyline has been disabled.
<</if>>\
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="grid-item">
<div class="image-container">
<img src="img/guide/lexi1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
</div>
<div class="description-container">
<p class="grid-description">🛠️ Work in Progress.</p>
</div>
</div>
<</linkreplace>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $introcounter += 1>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You are currently in the introduction part. Please keep going.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===2>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You are currently in the introduction part. Please keep going.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>> \
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>If my calculations are correct, you're still in the intro. Please keep going.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===4>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Hate to break it to you but, you're still in the intro. Please keep going.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===5>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> If you're that bored, you can just skip the intro. I promise I won't get upset.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===6>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> I closed my eyes. You can skip the intro.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===7>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>I mean, if you want, I can explain very briefly what's going on in the intro.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===8>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>But you'll miss quite a lot. The foundations of the story are laid here.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===9>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Or forget it, I can't explain it on such short notice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===10>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>If you don't care about the story, just say it. I won't cry.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===11>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> However, I think you can give it a chance at a time when you are eager to read.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===12>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You should have started the game by now. The intro's not that long.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===13>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> If you keep doing this, you're gonna break something.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===14>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Seriously, if something breaks because of this, I don't accept a low rating.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===15>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> It's time to grow up and move on. I can't be with you forever.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===16>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Well, if you're not feeling well, you can hang out a bit longer though.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===17>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> But you're gonna have to start the game eventually. Isn't that what you're here for?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===18>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>That's why you're here, right?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===19>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Maybe I can tell you a story, since you're here.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===20>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Once upon a time, someone made a game, we don't need the name of the game.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===21>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>That game had an intro.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===22>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>And it was recommended that anyone playing for the first time should read it.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===23>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>And the person who played it read this intro very attentively and started playing the game.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===24>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>The end... What a beautiful story, isn't it?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===25>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Maybe there's something you can take from this story. But I'm not judging.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===26>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Can I tell you a secret?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===27>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>In the story I just told, the game I was talking about was actually this game.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===28>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>But the player in the story, I assume it's not you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===29>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Which is fine. Nobody can tell you what to do.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===30>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Except for a blue button that says [GUIDE], maybe.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===31>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>No? Okay, cool. I don't mind these things.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===32>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Can you read the name of the game comfortably? Can you memorise it?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===33>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Well, I couldn't do it. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===34>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>It took me a while to be able to write without checking. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===35>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>So don't feel bad if you can't keep it in your memory.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===36>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You know this has got to end somewhere, right?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===37>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>After a while, I'll just tell you that you're in the intro.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===38>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Just like the first time we met.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===39>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>By the way, there are no fourth wall things like this in the game.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===40>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>I did not want to add any because it could greatly damage the immersion.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===41>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>I'm not kidding. This is a game that takes its story seriously.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===42>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>So I think you'd best get started.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===43>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Looks like we're coming to the end of this one-sided conversation.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $intro === 0 and $introcounter===44>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Take care of yourself. Hope you like it!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Don't worry, I'll always be watching you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Well, actually I will not, but let's both pretend that I will. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>I'm leaving for real this time. Next time you're here, will you cherish the time we spent? Because I will...</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're really gonna make me cry.</n3></b>
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<span class="stat-number"><e1>$energy</e1></span>
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<span class="stat-number"><cr> $fitness</cr></span>
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<b><n3> Welcome to Umesatraa Academy! Continue only if you are over the legal age of your country. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Is the Futa/Trans content avoidable?
Yes Futa/Trans content is completely avoidable. But everything that happens in that storyline is canon and plays a role in the story of the game. So if you are interested in seeing everything with the story, I recommend you make your choice accordingly. (This choice will appear after you have progressed through the main story.)
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<b><n3> I've detected a bug, a grammatical error or a typo. Where can I reach you?
In such a case, the best way would be to post in the dedicated channel on the Discord server. I would also appreciate if you could report such errors. Thank you in advance for all your efforts to improve the game!
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<b><n3>What about character consistency? Will I see a different face in every scene?
All the characters are chosen according to their future scenes and the other characters they will meet in the future. This ensures a consistency throughout the game. With one exception, the main character. One of the ways I've ensured that in this big and ever-expanding Umesatraa Academy universe is a faceless main character. All important characters, except the main character, will have the same actress throughout the game and this consistency will be maintained in their sexual scenes. That's the best I can do in an HTML game.
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<b><n3>My name is <<textbox "$name" Maya>>
I am a Succubus.
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<b><n3>No... Not like that. In appearance, we're not different from humans. We don't need lust to survive. Humans think we only prefer male ones, but gender is not that important.
Just know that we are horny and need to masturbate... a lot. However, I try not to do it in public but many succubuses doesn't care about this. Anyways!
Every succubus enters puberty at some point in its life. Not quite like humans. This represents our entry into the last and longest phase of our life. Our lust begins to increase and our personality begins to take shape according to which sign we are in. Okay, maybe a bit like humans.
What are the signs? You people know this system too. But you are using your own version. I think you calling it zodiac signs. it's something made up by humans but I respect your imagination.
We call it <i>Spatium Signa</i> and we use planetary symbols. Origin of zodiac. In fact, your so-called zodiac signs are simply our modified Spatium Signa. The belief that Zodiac signs determine one's personality stems from the fact that Spatium Signa do actually determine our personalities as a succubus.
Our Spatium Signa are based off of the planets of the solar system, and the energy of which we are more attuned to as succubi.
Anyways!
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<b><n3>If you haven't guessed by now, that's where this story starts me going into puberty, and the manifestation of my "Spatium Signa."
[[Continue|intro2]]
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<b><n3>I will not explain each symbol separately. Our real journey begins with the appearance of one of these ten main symbols anywhere in the body. Where it appears has a meaning too.
Which one did I get? Well... Moon sign on the inside of my arm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The inner side of the arm is not a common place. I would rather it on my crotch or my lower back but unlucky I guess.
The main purpose of these signs is to show in which part of the body we can concentrate our power best. Moon symbolizes that I can focus my lust energy easier on my vaginal area. Yet this is our starting line. Where we are going is left up to us.
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<b><n3> Succubuses who have acquired the sign, goes to one of the big four academies to learn the requirements of their species. And now I'm on my way to Umesatraa Academy, the largest and the mightiest of the four schools.</n3></b>
[[Continue|intro3]]
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> We're almost there... We've been on the road for almost 20 hours and I'm wondering what kind of a view I'll see. Oh there it is! And this must be just one of the Dormitories!</n1></b></div>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> <n1> So it finally begins. </n1> </n1></b></div>
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<b><n3> Train lurching a lot. There must be something wrong with the rails here. You look out the window with some concern. But of course you don't understand much. You turn your head into the train. Is everyone else worried like you?</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Nobody seems to care. You notice that the same signs are already starting to group together. The most noticeable are the Jupiters with their big tits. With the shake of the train, some of their tits pop out of their blouses. They laugh among themselves. You'd be a little embarrassed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <n3>Everyone has their own private roomlike cabin. So anyone can masturbate or rest when needed. 20 hours on a trainload of Succubus means lots of masturbation. You prefer the private cabin while most of them do their business in public. Not sure what to expect at the academy, you give yourself one last relief before you arrive.</n3></n3></b>
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<b><n3>After getting off the train, you see a Succubus with huge tits in front of you. She's wearing a latex suit and her boobs are exposed. Her energy is too intense. The whole crowd can't even get close to her. Yet you are all very much affected. You are all growing more and more horny and there is nothing you can do.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1>Ahhh welcome new bloods... Welcome to Umasetraa Academy. I'm Brittany, Headmistress of Jupiter Dormitory. This year it's my turn to welcome the new ones and I'm very excited to see you all. Please excuse me, I need to rub my tits for a bit to calm down. I hope you don't mind... Please follow me!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wipe a few drops of sweat from your forehead. The crowd is as overwhelmed as you are.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> For the first day, I will undertake a short tour of the Jupiter Dormitory.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You all start following Brittany. Leaving a pretty large gap...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You walked past many huge Dormitories and entered another huge one. As you were entering, a Succubus was waiting for you all in front of the yard and she helped all of you to get past through the barrier. It was a big-boobed and curvy Succubus with her entire body, including her head, covered in Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start to tour the Dormitory under Brittany's guidance.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> The whole academy is surrounded by countless barriers. These barriers filter according to your lust power and control. Source of the main barrier is the huge building in the center. It is currently out of use, so don't try to enter it. I don't think you can though. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she walks, she talks about about the academy in a very cheerful way. So far you like her, as far as what you've seen. You'd want her to be your Headmistress. But you don't know anyone else yet. </n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> As you know, our school consists of two main parts. Briefly Inner and Outer. Jupiter Dormitory is on the outer part. Well, this is not really something that concerns you as students actually... As a result of a recent change, Newcomers stay in a mixed Dormitory for their first year. But you have access to all common areas. How much you can access is up to you. The deeper you go, the more barriers you have to overcome. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After a brief tour of the core parts of Jupiter Dormitory, you return to the main area. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany claps her hands and moves in front of the crowd.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Yes, thats pretty much it. Thank you for following my instructions! The sparkle in your eyes has made me feel younger. Also a little hotter.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She exhales through her mouth like someone trying to cool off and, apparently without even realizing it, puts her hand to one of her breasts. </n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Let's get to today's main event! You will unleash your spirit animals! This animal will guide you in various aspects and will grow stronger with you. It will also help us to get an idea about your characteristic even more. Please approach me when you hear your name.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are familiar with this procedure. It consists of revealing the spirit animal as a defense mechanism when aggressive Lust Energy is applied in a controlled manner. Since a newcomer cannot harm a Brittany-level Succubus with a newborn spirit animal, it is a fairly risk-free and common practice. Nevertheless, the ideal is for the spirit animal to manifest organically.
You remember reading in an article that all animals have great potential, regardless of their real-life powers but it would be rare for a Succubus to fully meet that potential. That's why it doesn't matter if there are many Succubus with the same animal.
As the names are read out, one by one the newcomers approach Brittany. You can feel the hesitation in their steps. But Brittany's smiling face and overall positivity is extremely reassuring. You would really love to have a Headmistress like that...
[[Continue|intro7]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After about ten minutes you hear your name and start walking towards Brittany. You feel excited and a nervous smile spreads across your face. Brittany speaks in a tone that comforts you. As you get closer, you marvel even more at the size of her breasts.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1>Yes, $name, come closer. I won't hurt you, you'll just feel a bit of uneasiness. </b1> </b></div>\
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<b><n3> You exhale deeply and speed up your steps.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes mistress, I'm ready! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brittany gently puts her hand on your chest after your approval. Right after you felt her applying Lust energy, you fall to your knees with a strange chill running through your whole body. Brittany's bewildered voice echoes in your head and sounds very deep. You can't even understand what she's saying.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Are you okay young blood?</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your muscles contract outside your control, but you don't feel any pain. Yet you can hardly feel anything around you. Deep inside you begin to feel the sensation of heat that will only increase.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are still on your knees and the initial chill is giving way to a growing warmth. You can detect the source of the heat. Your inner arm, it's on your sign! You're feeling a little better. You speak with some difficulty.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I think I'm fine just a little... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Before you can finish, you are overtaken by an incredibly powerful stream of energy flowing through your body.
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As the sensation on your arm intensifies, it starts to sting and burn. All you can see right now is a huge wave of Lust enveloping you like a crimson blanket.
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<b><n3>As this overwhelming feeling begins to subside, your eye drifts to your sign on your arm. That's not your sign! It doesn't even look like a moon. A dot in a circle. Is that a sun?</n3></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's another sensation. Pleasure? A deep sense of pleasure starts to envelop you. You look up at Brittany.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1>Hey young blood!! You look juicy. Mind if I take a bite? </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What...Bite? NO!!! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You open your eyes blinking rapidly. Putting your hand on your head, you try to control your upper body, which is swaying unsteadily. Was that a hallucination? You feel hot and cold at the same time. You question whether you have a fever.
Someone is shouting something over your head. You turn your face sharply in that direction. Who's bothering you? Isn't it obvious you're having a hard time? Can't they give you some space? When you see that it's Brittany, you snap out of it and your momentary anger subsides. With her strong arms she holds you close. Her touch feels good. It feels peaceful.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> When she notices that you are looking at her, she asks again in a serious voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Are you feeling any better, $name? </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You put a little more body weight on her and she continues to support you comfortably. For a moment you think you should pretend you can't stay on your feet. It would be nice to be carried by her...</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I think I'm okay, Mistress... For a moment I had no control over anything... Too much energy rush...</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Realizing that you are not fully recovered, Brittany raises her voice and continues. She needs to reassure the crowd of newcomers who are following what is happening with excitement and fear.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1>Don't worry, I'm here. You're fine. Some of us can experience this process a little more intensely. You've been through the toughest part. You're okay, don't worry... </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look towards the crowd that is watching you. You're wondering how it looked from the outside. Brittany slowly loosens her hold on you. For a moment you feel like falling, but you can stand up. Still, you don't think you can walk on your own. </n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyLeft"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Okay, calm down. Lucy! Help her please!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't know who Lucy is, but you clearly need someone to help you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You notice that the Succubus who helped you through the barrier at the yard is approaching. The height difference between you is amplified by her high-heeled shoes. Big breasts, a stunning curvy body and an icy cold and serious gaze. As the echo of her heels approaches, you glance around, wondering if someone else can help you.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> Can you walk?</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Isn't it obvious that you can't? But you can't find the courage to answer. Looks like you're gonna have to walk somehow. Just when you're about to focus on how much strength you have in your legs, Brittany's positive voice soothes you.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Please escort her to her room, Lucy... And help her walk.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy steps up and holds out an arm for you. When you put it on your arm, you realize how perfectly she supports your body. And the height difference between you is almost gone. When you lower your eyes in surprise, you see that Lucy is wearing flat-soled shoes. With Lucy carrying most of your body weight, you start walking. Everyone here is so strong...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're walking out of Jupiter Dormitory. Lucy moves at your pace without rushing you, completely in sync with you. But there is a problem. Instead of looking ahead, she's looking at you. At first you wonder if you're imagining it, but she is indeed looking at you. When you dared to look back, you saw that her gaze was almost devoid of emotion and her expression seemed to be pensive.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy flinches violently. Then she turns her face forward and speaks in a voice that tries to hide her surprise.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> No, there's nothing... I was watching to make sure you don't fall.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You respond with a nod and a small grumble. Your exhaustion is getting worse. At the end of a walk that felt like hours, you stand in front of a door. You see a slight frown on Lucy's face. She opens the door and shows you inside.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> Correct room, right?</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod and Lucy leads you to your bed. When you sit on your bed you feel relaxed and safe. You just want to sleep. As you are thinking that wouldn't it be easier if someone carried you, you lift your head and see Lucy looking at you with a laser-like focus. She tilts her head slightly to one side and stares as if waiting for confirmation from you that you are okay.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Thank you, Mistress. I'm going to get some rest. I hope to get better... I mean, I'm fine, just a little tired.</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Without saying anything, she turns around and starts walking towards the door. The sound of her high heels echoes in your room. She stops briefly in front of the door before leaving.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> Be safe.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can still hear the echo of her high heels.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Before you arrived, they gave you the option to choose what your room would look like and you wanted them to make it as similar to your own room as possible. They did a pretty good job. You'd love to take a shower and change your clothes. But you don't have the energy... Your eyes close in fatigue.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wake up to a loud knock on the door. You feel much more exhausted than before you fell asleep. You must have been woken up just when you were in deep sleep. Lying on your bed, you try to answer. Your voice cracks. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Ye<i>A</i>hh? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The door opens and someone pokes their head inside. Her smiling face and big tits are the only features you can distinguish right now.</n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiRight"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> Hi! Oh! Your room is so cozy. I really liked it!</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You look at her with tired eyes without saying anything.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> I'm Hitomi, Jupiter, you?</hi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> $name, Moon. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You rise on your elbow with effort. It felt weird to talk while lying down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Hitomi walks in and looks around with shining eyes.</n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> What did you do there? Is your spirit animal a phoenix? And are you okay?</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't have the energy to answer them all in detail.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I guess so. </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>That was crazy! My spirit animal is rabbit by the way. Nice to meet you. I really admire Headmistress Brittany. Don't you think she's great too? Also, she is said to be the most powerful of all the headmistresses. I feel so lucky to be a Jupiter. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Is she the strongest Headmistress? Maybe so, but these are topics that can easily be exaggerated. Every Succubus seeks to magnify its own sign. Hitomi suddenly looks at you as if she's remembered something.</n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> By the way, you left early. Afterwards, we were all given dildos. I got yours too, here. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>*Dildo Obtained*</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Oh, thanks! </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> I guess it can change size and color based on Lust Energy. But I don't know how. Anyway, looks like you need some rest. Classes start tomorrow. See you soon.</hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> See you... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She waves goodbye sweetly and leaves your room. She seems nice. But the only thing on your mind is to go back to sleep.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes in a place dominated by red tones.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You look around, confused. You don't know where you are. And you're not tired. On the contrary, you are overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Anger, sorrow, thrill, anxiety and treason...
You start walking. Even though there are many room-like openings around you, your feet seem to know the direction you need to go. As you walk, the surrounding crimson grows redder and what you feel becomes more overwhelming. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You followed a fairly straight path. After a while it was obvious where you should go. There is a gigantic phoenix in front of you. With its wings outstretched, it radiates an energy that devours its environment. It looks like fire, but it's not really hot. Yet the way it makes you feel burns you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/phoenix1.jpg"><b><a1>Welcome $name. I hope I didn't put you in too much trouble. It's really hard to suppress my emotions right now.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are not surprised, even though it seems weird that it is talking. Your breathing has quickened and you feel like you need to do something. Attack somewhere? Take revenge on someone? Suddenly the huge phoenix gets too bright for you to look at. As far as you can see, it's getting smaller and smaller. You can still barely look at it, but it looks like it's turning into a Succubus shape. At the last moment you cover your eyes with your arms with a blinding burst of white light.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes. You see a beautiful Succubus, her hair burning like a campfire, fire flowing through her veins. Her beauty and elegance do not mean that the intensity of her energy has changed. All her emotions are still vivid and intense. You notice something and ask in a puzzled voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Wait, aren't you my spirit animal? How did you change into this form? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> You are not ordinary. Neither am I. You will understand in the future. As our destinies are tied, my memories will seep into your mind. I'll try to make this happen as late as possible...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> What she says means very little to you.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>You can call me Sun. You had to stay alive and I helped you do that. You need to get stronger. Really strong... Once again, the rules need to change.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Still, what she says doesn't mean that much to you.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>How did you save me? What did you save me from? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She continues as if she didn't hear your questions. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>First you have to master my abilities. But that's not possible right now. We'll start small. Hitomi would be a good start...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You open your mouth to speak, but you feel like you are being catapulted away. You're in the air and you're about to start falling. You don't see anything, just sensations. You startle with that disgusting feeling of falling.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes in your room. Your time perception is hazy, but the day seems to be dawning. You've been asleep since yesterday. You feel good overall. You check your sign and see a moon. You might want to get ready for your first class.</n3></b>
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<a data-passage="Outside"><img src="img/places/menu/yard2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a><a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center>
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<b><n3> When you enter the classroom, you see that Hitomi is holding a place for you. You sit next to Hitomi.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> Good morning moonpie. You know you're moon.... moonpie. Anyway are you excited? I am very excited. After class, you can ask me anything if you have any question about the lesson. Here's my room number.</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She has such a sweet and positive vibe. A little bit annoyingly energetic and positive. Last night in your dream, Sun told you she'd be a good target. You still don't know exactly what she meant.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> A Succubus with huge tits walks in. She is holding a couple of books and has a rather serious expression. Her bra is too small for her huge breasts, so it cannot cover her nipples. And because the satin blouse she is wearing is see-through, the whole class is staring at her exposed nipples. She puts the books down on her desk and turns to face the class. Her voice is calm and serious.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Pack it up girls. I'm Milena from Jupiter Dormitory. It's Mistress Milena for you. This lecture exists to prepare you for the lectures ahead. It will only be theoretical explanation. Let's see...</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes a list of the class and begins to examine it. Hitomi turns her head towards you and speaks in a whisper.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>And the teacher of the first lesson is a Jupiter! Isn't that great? </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> With a smile, you nod your head in agreement. A slight heat on your sign, Sun begins to speak in your mind.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> We need to transform this lesson for your betterment. Milena would be more challenging than Hitomi, but it can be done easily. I want to show you briefly what I can do, and what you can do in the future... </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|Lesson 2]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The heat on your arm is increasing. Your sign, just like yesterday, turns into a dot in a circle. The crimson aura around you draws more and more attention. First Hitomi, then the rest of the class turns their eyes to you one by one. Milena has also noticed this energy gathering around you. She puts down the list and approaches you with great strides.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> What do you think you're doing? Stop this right now or I will!</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are panicking. Everyone is looking at you and you have no control over this crimson energy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun! What are you doing? Stop! Everyone's staring at me!! </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>
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<b><n3> You are sweating and your hands are shaking. As a desperate last resort you consider trying to explain the situation to Milena.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The energy around you suddenly glows with a blinding flash. The heads of everyone sitting in the classroom tilt one by one. And Milena takes her books starts walking towards the door with an expressionless face. Then she leaves the classroom. Everyone in the class waits with their eyes closed and their heads bowed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Just before the door opens, everyone in the classroom wakes up and looks up. Milena enters the classroom and puts her books on her desk.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Pack it up girls. I'm Milena from Jupiter Dormitory. It's Mistress Milena for you. This lecture exists to prepare you for the lectures ahead. It will only be theoretical explanation. Let's see...</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes a list of the class and begins to examine it. Hitomi turns her head towards you and speaks in a whisper.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>And the teacher of the first lesson is a Jupiter! Isn't that great? </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You watch what is happening in shock. You nod to Hitomi with a rather forced smile. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I didn't think I'd worry you so much. I'm sorry... I just wanted to show with a slightly exaggerated example what I can do, while I can still do it.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It feels like you've traveled back in time. But there was no effect on any objects. Only on minds. Sun rewound their minds! Your face twitches slightly and you get goose bumps. A slight buzzing and a headache-like sensation starts to settle in.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I've tried to prevent it from affecting you as much as I could, but it seems impossible. After all, I did it through your body. You may feel a little fatigued.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are both very impressed and a bit annoyed by the unnecessary weight being placed on you. Since it's the first lesson, Milena talks about pretty general stuff and lets everyone off early. Underneath the hard shell she tries to project, you sense an understanding and kind soul.
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -40</e1></b> </n3></b>
[[Leave the Classroom|pixie]]
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<b><n3> <n3>On the way to your room, you feel something hit your chest. A high-pitched voice complains.</n3></n3></b>
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<div class="AletteLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><ale1> Fucking succbis! They can't even walk. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You flinch and look around. On your chest there is a creature a little bigger than a hornet.</n3></b>
<a data-passage="smash"><img src="img/intro/smash1.jpg" width="400px" height="100px" class="rounded-image" ></a><a data-passage="wait"><img src="img/intro/wait1.jpg" width="400px" height="100px" class="rounded-image" ></a>
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<b><n3> You're hitting to your chest. Before your hand reach, a glowing beam of dust passes between your hand and comes to your eye level. Then it starts shouting at you with a very high-pitched voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I've wasted my last bit of dust because of you. How rude, I hate succbis. If it weren't for your beautiful faces and gorgeous bodies, I would have killed you all. And that sweet lust nectar of yours. Ah! Delicious! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A creature resembling a flower from afar stands before your eyes. Her hair looks like flower petals and her green dress looks like fresh mint leaves. It has a sweet, intense scent. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/intro/pixie1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
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<b><n3>Thinking about what this thing is, Sun speaks with a temper she cannot suppress. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Ugh! Those are <i>Somnia Pictores.</i> Such a pain in the ass creatures. They hate us but at the same time they can't resist us. They can move very fast with the dust thing she just mentioned. They are mostly using our Lust Energy to produce it. This makes them very dependent on Succubus race.
They also use this powder to capture the moment. Kind of like a camera. It is said that they have taken millions of frames up to this time and stored it somewhere. They just get on my nerves. Arrogant little flies. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun's feelings are affecting you, too. She must really dislike these pixies. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So you've met them before? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Yes, it is impossible to make a deal with them. They act like they don't need anything from us. Just keep walking. We have nothing to do with this weakling.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[I'm Sorry! I Thought You Were A Bug|bug]]
[[Get Out Of My Way You Little... Flower Thing!|rude]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wait a while, the thing that hits you, slowly flying away at your eye level. A creature resembling a flower from afar stands before your eyes. Her hair looks like flower petals and her green dress looks like fresh mint leaves. It has a sweet, intense scent. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/intro/pixie1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Can't you see in front of you huh? </ale1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Sun, what is that?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Ugh! Those are <i>Somnia Pictores.</i> Such a pain in the ass creatures. They hate us but at the same time they can't resist us. They can move very fast with the dust thing she just mentioned. They are mostly using our Lust Energy to produce it. This makes them very dependent on Succubus race.
They also use this powder to capture the moment. Kind of like a camera. It is said that they have taken millions of frames up to this time and stored it somewhere. They just get on my nerves. Arrogant little flies.
</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Well, she looks cute. So you've met them before? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Yes, it is impossible to make a deal with them. They act like they don't need anything from us. Just keep walking. We have nothing to do with this weakling. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue On Your Way|littlerequest]]</n3></b>
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<div class="AletteLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Haaaa!! The most disrespectful succbis I've ever seen. I don't even look like a bug.</ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun is laughing with delight.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> They hate to be mistaken for bugs. Well said!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't mean to insult her, actually... But she definitely thinks the opposite.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>First you tried to crush me, now you're being disrespectful. I don't have time to lose with you. If I wasn't in a hurry, I'd make you regret what you said. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With obvious difficulty, she floats into the air and slowly begins to fly away. As she moves away, she turns to you and waves her arms back and forth in fury. You see something shiny falling down from her. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> My name is Alette. Don't ever forget that name. One day I'll make you pay for it.</ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun speaks in a bored voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Empty bluffs. You did well. You can't communicate with Somnia Pixies anyway. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you met Sun in your dream, you saw her burning with intense emotions, but her demeanor was always calm and wise. It was the first time you witnessed her emotions and thoughts come to the surface. </n3> </b>
[[Check Out The Glow On The Ground|groundbox1]]
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<b><n3> Alette slowly moves her hand to her cheeks.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> You think I look like a flower?</ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun scolds you in an annoyed voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Stop flattering her!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Flattering? You were trying to be rude.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Well...I guess I can forgive you for this time. I'm Alette. Hmm... Do I smell like a flower too?</ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She approaches you as she wants you to smell her. You could already smell her scent anyway. She does smell like a flower. </n3></b>
[[Mmhh! You Smell Amazing Just Like A Flower!|flower]]
[[Ugh! It's Pungent And Overwhelming!|pungent]]
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<b><n3>A small glowing ring box is lying on the floor. The moment you take it in your hand, it turns into a big chest. Despite its appearance, it's light as air. Sun speaks in a surprised voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Wow! This is quite a valuable thing.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> What is it? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It's where the Somnia Pixies store the moments they shoot. Well... Temporarily. They are very touchy about these boxes and rarely hand them over to a Succubus.
Once you touch one of these boxes, you can see what they've shoot. They shoot too many moments. You might find some photos they dropped or forgot. But this looks like a much smaller one than their regular ones. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So you admire their work?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There is a brief silence. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Yeah... They're the best at their craft. But I hate their hypocritical nature and their hollow egos.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Look Inside The Box|chest2]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's only a glimmer in it. It turns into a photo when you touch it. A photo of Headmistress Brittany with her huge tits welcomes you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
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<b><n3> You are very fascinated by this concept.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Whoa! That's so cool! We are so lucky! </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Yeah, whatever...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's obvious that she is trying to hide her excitement. You start walking to your room with a smiling face.</n3></b>
[[🚪Go To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<<set $upsetpixie to 1>>\<img src="img/places/dormroom1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="45%">
<<set $photos to random(19) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 7 and $photo2 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 13 and $photo3 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="milena1"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 17 and $photo4 ===0>>\<a data-passage="hitomi1"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photo2 === 1 and $photo3 === 1 and $photo4 === 1>>\
<<if $photos === 7 and $photo22 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany8"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 13 and $photo23 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="milena7"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 17 and $photo24 ===0>>\<a data-passage="hitomi6"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<</if>></center>\
<<if $monologue3 === 0 and $monologue2 === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[☉ Serious Talk|confession]]</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 1 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonpreparation(1)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 2 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonpreparation(2)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 3 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0 >>\
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonpreparation(3)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 4 and $day === "Sunday" and $dungeonNextWeek=== 0 and $duel === 1>>
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonSundayPrep(1)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 1 and $day === "Sunday">>
<center><a data-passage="centervisit(1)"><img src="img/intro/centervisit1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 2 and $day === "Saturday">>
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonpreparation(5)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 3 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeonpreparation(6)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $futa === 1 and $day === "Sunday">>
<center><a data-passage="Sunday(4)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 4 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="preparation(7)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 5 and $day === "Sunday" >>
<center><a data-passage="auction(1)"><img src="img/intro/dining1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 6 and $day === "Saturday" >>
<center><a data-passage="preparation(8)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit === 7 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="scream1"><img src="img/intro/walk1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 1 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="border1"><img src="img/intro/walk2.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 1 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="preparation(9)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 2 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="preparation(10)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $latexDungeon === 3 and $day === "Saturday" and $dungeonNextWeek === 0 and $duel === 1 >>
<center><a data-passage="preparation(11)"><img src="img/guide/dungeon1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 2 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="nunLena1"><img src="img/intro/nun1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $centerBorder === 3 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="sundayLena1"><img src="img/intro/nun1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $secondDuel === 1 and $MarsNextWeek === 0 and $day === "Saturday">>\
<center><a data-passage="angela'sVisit1"><img src="img/intro/knock1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $sealed === 1 and $day === "Sunday">>\
<center><a data-passage="ellaKidnap0"><img src="img/intro/kidnap1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $saturn === 2 and $purpletour === 1 and $SaturnNextWeek === 0 and $day === "Wednesday">>\
<center><a data-passage="realphoenix1"><img src="img/intro/saturn1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 2 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="Sunday(2)"><img src="img/intro/walk1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 3 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="Sunday(3)"><img src="img/intro/walk1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter === 4 and $day === "Sunday" and $SundayNextWeek === 0 and $sunday4 === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="SundayWalk(4)"><img src="img/intro/walk1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<div class="shadow-card-horizontal-menu">
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style2" id="shadow-card-button1"><<if $lust lt 35 >>\
<<linkreplace "Masturbate " >>\
<b><n3>You're not horny enough.</n3></b>\
<</linkreplace>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $lust gte 35 >>\
[[ Masturbate|Masturbate]]
<</if>></div>
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style2" id="shadow-card-button2"><<if $hasExercised is 1 >>\
<<linkreplace "Exercise" >>\
<b><n3>You already exercised today.</n3></b>\
<</linkreplace>>\
<<elseif $energy lt 20>>\
<<linkreplace " Exercise" >>\
<b><n3>You don't have enough energy.</n3></b>\
<</linkreplace>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $hasExercised is 0 and $energy gte 20>>\
[[ Exercise|Exercise]]
<</if>></div>
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style3" id="shadow-card-button3">[[Glimmerbox|photoGallery]] </div>
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style4" id="shadow-card-button4">[[Bathroom]]</div>
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style5" id="shadow-card-button5">[[Sleep]] </div>
<div class="shadow-card-button link-style6" id="shadow-card-button6">[[Corridor]]</div>
</div>\
<<if $skiptoSaturday === 1>>\
<<if $day === "Monday" or $day === "Tuesday" or $day === "Wednesday" or $day === "Thursday" or $day === "Friday">>\
<center><a data-passage="sleepSaturday"><img src="img/intro/saturday1.jpg" width="25%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<</if>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She swirls around, scattering some dust. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Tihihi! Knew it! Knew it! You are definitely different from the other succbises. I thought you were ordinary when you tried to crush me. Can I ask you something?</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Her tone has changed a bit. She's not trying to look tough like she used to.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Yeah! What is it?</n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>I'm almost out of dust. Can you... Ummm can you give me some of your energy? You smell amazing! I have never come across such a rich and aromatic Lust Energy. You can only smell such a scent in a room full of mighty succbises.</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> It's all right for you. But there's someone you should ask first.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, do you mind? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I don't interfere. Give your own energy if you want it so bad. I don't want to help them.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Okay, You Can Have Some|exchange2]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Alette's face takes on an uncaring expression.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>So your nose isn't as developed as your eyes. Like you smell so good Hugh!</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She gets a little closer and sniffs you. Her little eyes widen in surprise and her mouth falls open.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>What!? Its soo rich. I can distinguish aromas much better up close. I have never come across such Lust Energy. You can only smell such a scent in a room full of mighty succbises. I'm almost out of dust. Can you... Ummm can you give me some of your lust?</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> It's all right for you. But there's someone you should ask first.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, do you mind? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I don't interfere. Give your own energy if you want it so bad. I don't want to help them.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Okay, You Can Have Some|exchange]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She lands on the arm with the sign and starts concentrating. After a few minutes she opens her eyes. She absorbed in far less energy than you expected.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Ahh! I'm full now. You were a big help succbis. I won't let your kindness go unrequited. You are different.</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>With her little hands she holds out a box that looks like a ring box. The moment you take it in your hand, it turns into a big chest. Despite its appearance, it's light as air. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>This box is where we temporarily store the frames we captured. It reacts to Lust. I already filled my own box for the day. It was a backup and I don't need to keep it.
Since we shoot so many moments, sometimes we can drop or forget them and sometimes we just don't find it to worth storing. By touching this box you will be able to see the fallen frames as a glow. We're in and out of everywhere, so keep your eyes open. Maybe we'll see each other again when you fill this box.</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She turns into a glowing dust beam, circling around you a few times. She's much faster than you can follow with your eyes. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Take care mighty succbis!</ale1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You too Alette! </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Little pixie is flying away.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Whats up with <i>Succbis </i>? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>It's a phrase to humiliate a Succubus. At least it was, in the beginning. It is in general for quite a while. It shouldn't mean something so negative anymore. But it still makes me sick to hear it from their smelly little mouths. </a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[You Look Inside The Box|chest]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>There's only a glimmer in it. It turns into a photo when you touch it. A photo of Headmistress Brittany with her huge tits welcomes you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You are very fascinated by this concept.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Whoa! That's so cool! We are so lucky! See? Those who do good find good.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> This is the first time I see a Somnia Pixie that polite. And... this box is something quite rare and valuable.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Maybe you should be polite first. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It was impossible to even communicate at my times. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> At your times? Are you a Succubus? Or were you? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> The heat in your arm is fading away. It seems too early for these questions.</n3></b>
[[🚪Go To Your Room|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $happypixie to 1>><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She lands on the arm with the sign and starts concentrating. After a few minutes she opens her eyes. She absorbed in far less energy than you expected.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Ahh! I'm full now. You were a big help succbis. I won't let your kindness go unrequited. You are different.</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Her tone has changed a bit. She's not trying to look tough like she used to. With her little hands she holds out a box that looks like a ring box. The moment you take it in your hand, it turns into a big chest. Despite its appearance, it's light as air.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>This box is where we temporarily store the frames we captured. It reacts to Lust. I already filled my own box for the day. It was a backup and I don't need to keep it.
Since we shoot so many moments, sometimes we can drop or forget them and sometimes we just don't find it to worth storing. By touching this box you will be able to see the fallen frames as a glow. We're in and out of everywhere, so keep your eyes open. Maybe we'll see each other again when you fill this box.</ale1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She turns into a glowing dust beam, circling around you a few times. She's much faster than you can follow with your eyes. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>Take care mighty succbis!</ale1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You too Alette! </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Little pixie is flying away.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Whats up with <i>Succbis </i>? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>It's a phrase to humiliate a Succubus. At least it was, in the beginning. It is in general for quite a while. It shouldn't mean something so negative anymore. But it still makes me sick to hear it from their smelly little mouths. </a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Look Inside The Box|chest]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo2 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo3 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo4 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic8.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo22 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic7.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="30%" >
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo23 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic6.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo24 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<<if $MCfuta === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Use Your Dildo|dildo1]]
[[Grow A Dick And Masturbate|HJmast1]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<else>>\
<<set $masturbation to random(20) >>\
<<if $masturbation === 0 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast1.webp" class="rounded-image center" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 1 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 2 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 3 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 4 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 5 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 6 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 7 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast8.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 8 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast9.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 9 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast10.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 10 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast11.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 11 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast12.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 12 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast13.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 13 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast14.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 14 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast15.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 15 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast16.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 16 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast17.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 17 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast18.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 18 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast19.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 19 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast20.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 20 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast21.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> <</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You could use a break. You take your dildo and slowly start rubbing it against her pussy. As you slowly sit on it, the dildo adapts to your energy and gets bigger. Each time it manages to find your exact limit. Your pussy completely envelops the dildo and this tight feeling only makes you even more horny. You're getting faster and faster. The dildo expands a little more with every opening it finds and never lets you relax. One of the functions of this special dildo is to train the young Succubus.
You're getting faster and faster. Sometimes you think the dildo won't fit this time, but it always does. Every time it stretches you right to the limit.
Now an orgasm is imminent. As you cum with trembling, dildo grows to its biggest size of the day and you continue to ride it, squealing and screaming. Soon, the dildo that had stretched your pussy to the limit begins to shrink and return to its original size. It's gonna take you a while to recover.</n3></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -30</n1></b>
[[Return|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<set $lust -= 30>>\<<set $controlFitness += 1>>\
<<set $which to random(1) >>\
<<set $exercise to random(3) >>\
<<set $buddy to random(11) >>\
<<set $bu to random(1)>>\
<<if $which === 0 >>\
<<if $exercise === 0 >><img src="gif/exercise/bike1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 1 >><img src="gif/exercise/bike2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 2 >><img src="gif/exercise/bike3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 3 >><img src="gif/exercise/bike4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You see a bike with a dildo on it and start riding the bike. You don't feel comfortable for a while until you find your rhythm. You get faster and faster and the faster you get, the more pleasure you get. As your body moves up and down, you feel the dildo completely inside you. It was a good workout but you are feeling more aroused.</n3></b></div></div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $which === 1 >>\
<<if $exercise === 0 >><img src="gif/exercise/dildoball1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 1 >><img src="gif/exercise/dildoball2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 2 >><img src="gif/exercise/dildoball3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $exercise === 3 >><img src="gif/exercise/dildoball4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"> <</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see a yoga ball with a dildo on it. Everything is designed for a succubus. It's a bit difficult at first but you find your rhythm. The more you jump without holding back, the deeper you feel the dildo. It was a good workout but you feel more aroused.</n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
/*Exercise Buddy*/
<<if $bu === 0>>\
<<if $buddy === 0 or $buddy === 7 or $buddy === 11 or $buddy === 13
or $buddy === 15>>\
<<if $buddy === 3 >><img src="gif/exercisebuddy/exercisebuddy1.webp" class=center width="55%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Someone is exercising next to you. It looks like she's trying to strengthen her back to support her big tits</n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 5 >><img src="gif/exercisebuddy/exercisebuddy2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Someone is exercising next to you, doing push-ups. Her ass shakes with every movement. You can't take your eyes off her.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 7 >><img src="gif/exercisebuddy/exercisebuddy3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Someone is exercising next to you, jumping rope. She doesn't seem to have noticed that her tits are out. You watching her tits sway like a cat following a laser.</n3></b></div></div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 9 >><img src="gif/exercisebuddy/exercisebuddy4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Someone is exercising next to you, doing crunches. She put a dildo where her mouth would be when she got up. An ingenious solution! </n3></b> </div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 12 >><img src="gif/exercisebuddy/exercisebuddy5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Someone is exercising next to you, riding dildo bike. She seems to be quite used to it. You watch hoping to learn something, it has nothing to do with the beauty of the scenery. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $bu === 1>>\
<<if $buddy === 3 >><img src="gif/milena/exercise/milenaexercise1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Milena. She's warming up before she starts exercising. She needs to stay strong to carry this body.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 5 >><img src="gif/milena/exercise/milenaexercise2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Milena. She's warming up before she starts exercising. She needs to stay strong to carry this body. </n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 7 >><img src="gif/milena/exercise/milenaexercise3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Milena. She's warming up before she starts exercising. She needs to stay strong to carry this body. </n3></b> </div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 9 >><img src="gif/milena/exercise/milenaexercise4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Milena. She's jumping rope. Her tits are hanging out and the sight catches everyone's attention. All the succubuses inside watch her dangling tits for a while.</n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $buddy === 12 >><img src="gif/milena/exercise/milenaexercise5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Milena. She's doing cooling stretches after. You can see how relieved she is after she puts her tits down to yoga mat. Her breasts must be putting a huge strain on her back. </n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<center><<if $lust gte 80>>\
[[👄 Orgasm|Orgasm]]
<</if>></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><b><cr>🔥 Fitness: +1</cr></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -20</e1></b></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><<if $controlFitness gte 3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>></center>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[🔥 Finish Exercising|DormRoom]]</n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $energy -= 20>>\
<<set $fitness += 1>>\
<<if $lust gte 0 and $lust lte 80 >>\
<<set $lust += 20>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 80>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $hasExercised to 1>>\
<<set $explain1 to 1>>\<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<img src="img/guide/remaining1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="40%"> <center><b><font size = "20"><a1> $photoRemain</a1></font></b></center>
<center><b><n1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</n1></b>
<center><a data-passage="brittanyhub1"><img src="img/guide/brittany1.jpg" class=" rounded-image" width="30%"></a><a data-passage="hitomihub1"><img src="img/guide/hitomi1.jpg" class=" rounded-image" width="30%"></a>
<a data-passage="milenahub1"><img src="img/guide/milena1.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="30%"></a><a data-passage="lucyhub1"><img src="img/guide/lucy1.jpg" class=" rounded-image" width="30%"></a>
<a data-passage="summerhub1"><img src="img/guide/summer1.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="30%"></a></center>
<center><b><n1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</n1></b>
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><img src="img/places/bathroom1.jpg" class="center rounded-image" width="35%">
<<set $photos to random(7) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 1 and $photo9 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="milena3"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 3 and $photo10 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany5"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 5 and $photo11 ===0>>\<a data-passage="hitomi3"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>></center>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <center>[[Mirror]]
<<if $hasShowered ===0>>\
[[🚿 Take a Shower|shower]]
<</if>>\
<<if $hasShowered is 1 >>\
<<linkreplace "Take a Shower" >>\
<b><n3>One shower per day is more than enough.</n3></b>\
<</linkreplace>>\
<</if>></center>\
<<if $gropeOil === 1 and $oil === 0>>\
<center>[[Massage Oil|oil]]</center>
<</if>>\
</n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><<set $awake to random(3) >>\
<<set $night to random(1)>>\
<<set $masturbate to random(3)>>\
<<if $night === 0>><img src="gif/sleep/night/night1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>\
<<if $night === 1>><img src="gif/sleep/night/night2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>\
<<if $night === 2>><img src="gif/sleep/night/night3.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>\
<<if $night === 3>><img src="gif/sleep/night/night4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You put your head on the pillow and think about what you have done during the day. You prepare yourself for sleep with small yawns. The moonlight shining through your window helps you to relax. As your eyes slowly close, your breathing becomes slower and deeper. Soon after, you're ready to fall asleep. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $lust gte 90 and $control gte 3>>\
<<if $awake === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You're tossing and turning. You're tired enough to fall asleep, but your horniness won't let you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $masturbate === 0 >><img src="gif/sleep/masturbation/masturbation1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>\
<<if $masturbate === 1 >><img src="gif/sleep/masturbation/masturbation2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>\
<<if $masturbate === 2 >><img src="gif/sleep/masturbation/masturbation3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>\
<<if $masturbate === 3 >><img src="gif/sleep/masturbation/masturbation4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Your body starts to twitch, your hips start to move back and forth. All you can think about is cumming! As you continue, you realize that you are on the verge of orgasm and you cross the point of no return. Your whole body is trembling as if you've been electrocuted. You lose yourself in pleasure. As you slowly descend from the peak, you can't even lift your arm. Your whole body is trembling as if you've been electrocuted. You lose yourself in pleasure. As you slowly descend from the peak, you can't even lift your arm. Your breasts are slowly returning to their original size, while your hips are still pacing back and forth, waiting for you to calm down. You're out of breath, but it was totally worth it. Now you're ready to sleep.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/sleep/masturbation/bed1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%" >
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <center><b><n1>💋 Lust: -30</n1></b></center></n3></b>
<<set $lust -= 30>></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy to 100>>\
<<set $hasExercised to 0>>\
<<set $hasShowered to 0>>\
<<set $hasEat to 0>>\
<<set $notToday1 to 1>>\
<<if $caught === 1 and $day === "Monday" and $lucymeet === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[🚪 Someone knocks your door|summon1]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<else>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[💫 Dream|dream]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $day == "Monday">>\
<<set $day = "Tuesday">>
<<elseif $day == "Tuesday">>
<<set $day = "Wednesday">>
<<elseif $day == "Wednesday">>
<<set $day = "Thursday">>
<<elseif $day == "Thursday">>
<<set $day = "Friday">>
<<elseif $day == "Friday">>
<<set $day = "Saturday">>
<<elseif $day == "Saturday">>
<<set $day = "Sunday">>
<<elseif $day == "Sunday">>
<<set $day = "Monday">>
<</if>>\
<<if $day === "Monday">>\
<<set $week += 1>>
<</if>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $SundayNextWeek to 0>>
<<set $MarsNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $SaturnNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $VenusNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $MoonNextWeek to 0>>\<<set $angela to random(4) >>\
<<if $caught === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> There's a succubus pacing in the hallway, showcasing her boobs. She just walks here and there.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $angela === 0 >><img src="gif/angela/angela1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%"> <</if>>\
<<if $angela === 1 >><img src="gif/angela/angela2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%"> <</if>>\
<<if $angela === 2 >><img src="gif/angela/angela3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%"> <</if>>\
<<if $angela === 3 >><img src="gif/angela/angela4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%"> <</if>>\
<<if $angela === 4 >><img src="gif/angela/angela5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%"> <</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 0 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek1"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 2 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek2"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 4 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek3"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 6>>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek4"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 8 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek5"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 10 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek6"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 12 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek7"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 14 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek8"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 16 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek9"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 18 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek10"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 20 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek11"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<if $corridorPeek === 22 >>\
<center><a data-passage="corridorpeek12"><img src="img/intro/peek1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<<set $photos to random(12) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 4 and $photo6 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="milena2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 8 and $photo7 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="hitomi2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 11 and $photo8 ===0>>\<a data-passage="brittany4"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>
<<if $realMemoryBox === 1>>\
<<if $photos === 7 and $photo6 === 1 and $corridorPhoto1 === 0>> <a data-passage="Cphoto1"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>>\
<<if $photos === 10 and $photo7 === 1 and $corridorPhoto2 === 0>> <a data-passage="Cphoto2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>>\
<<if $photos === 8 and $photo6 === 1 and $corridorPhoto3 === 0>> <a data-passage="Cphoto2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>>\
<</if>></center>\
<<set $corridorPeek to random(22) >>\
<center><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/places/menu/hitomiroom1.jpg" width="15%" class="rounded-image" ></a> <a data-passage="ellaroom"><<if $futa gte 3>><img src="img/places/menu/ellaroom1.jpg" width="15%" class="rounded-image" ><</if>></a> <a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" width="15%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<a data-passage="Dining Hall"><img src="img/places/menu/dininghall2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="30%"></a>
<a data-passage="Outside"><img src="img/places/menu/yard2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="15%"></a></center><<set $masturbation to random(20) >>\
<<if $masturbation === 0 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast1.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 1 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast2.webp" class=center width="65%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 2 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast3.webp" class=center width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 3 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast4.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 4 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast5.webp" class=center width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 5 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast6.webp" class=center width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 6 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast7.webp" class=center width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 7 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast8.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 8 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast9.webp" class=center width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 9 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast10.webp" class=center width="55%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 10 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast11.webp" class=center width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 11 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast12.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 12 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast13.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 13 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast14.webp" class=center width="40%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 14 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast15.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 15 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast16.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 16 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast17.webp" class=center width="35%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 17 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast18.webp" class=center width="37%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 18 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast19.webp" class=center width="37%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 19 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast20.webp" class=center width="42%"> <</if>>\
<<if $masturbation === 20 >><img src="gif/mast/dildomast21.webp" class=center width="42%"> <</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You take your dildo and slowly insert into you. Slowly accelerating speed with the excitement of possibility of being caught. </n3><n1>"After all its a need for a succubus." "Ahhh..so good."</n1><n3>You start to moan and eventually cum with tremendous pleasure. After a few minutes of rest to catch your breath, you stand up, realizing no matter how hard you cum, its just a momentary savior. Your lust is irrepressible. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -30</n1></b>
<<set $lust -= 30>>\
[[You feel relaxed|DormRoom]]
<</if>>\<<set $bulge to random(6)>>\
<<set $mast to random(3)>>\
<<if $moonfavor === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You start focusing on between your legs. You immediately feel a reaction and a bulge starts to appear on your panties. It's hard not to touch your cock, which is almost overflowing out of your panties. When Moon said she did you a favor, you thought it was just for the moment, but it seems she did you a permanent one. It grows almost as big as the day you got your penis. As your penis grows, you get hornier and hornier, all you can think about is a release. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<else>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You start focusing on between your legs. You immediately feel a reaction and a bulge starts to appear on your panties. It's hard not to touch your cock, which is almost overflowing out of your panties. As your penis grows, you get hornier and hornier, all you can think about is a release.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 0>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 1>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 2>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 3>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 4>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 5>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bulge === 6>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/bulge/bulge7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You quickly strip off your panties and start stroking that monster that doesn't even fit in your hand. As soon as you touch it, your whole body feels like you've been zapped. Even though you want a quick release, you calm yourself down and take control. As your hand goes up and down, the lust you accumulate in your hands increases. Each stroke becomes pleasurable and your breathing gets faster and faster. You tease the tip with your fingertip , play with your balls... Each one has a different taste. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $mast === 0>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/mast/mast1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $mast === 1>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/mast/mast2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $mast === 2>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/mast/mast3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $mast === 3>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/mast/mast4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> After stimulating the tip, you notice a wetness on your fingertip. It's a transparent and sticky liquid. You bring your fingers to your mouth and start licking. The taste turns you on even more and as you close your eyes you pick up the pace. You're so close!</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[💋 CUM!|HJmast2]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<<set $moonfavor to 1>>\
<<set $cumshot to random(7)>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> When you realize you've reached the edge, you speed up one last time and the white sticky semen starts gushing out of your gigantic cock. The pleasure is very intense. You are panting and your thighs are still twitching. Your cock is so sensitive to the touch.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $cumshot === 0>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 1>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 2>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 3>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 4>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 5>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 6>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $cumshot === 7>>\
<img src="gif/mast/futa/handjob/cumshot/cumshot8.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Orgasms are very intense, but the pleasure fades quickly and everything happens in your lower body. You have no complaints as it is a different experience from what you are used to. Still, you can't help thinking that this shouldn't be the limit of being a Mars.
After a few minutes you feel better and start cleaning up. You've made a mess.</n3></b>
💋<b><n1> Lust: -30 </n1></b>
[[Return|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic3.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<<set $photo9 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\
<center><a data-passage="Bathroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic5.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="Bathroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\
<<set $photo10 to 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic3.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="Bathroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo11 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\
<img src="img/places/mirror1.jpg" class=center width="45%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Check Out Your Tits|checkTits]]
[[Check Out Your Sign|checkSign]]
[[Change Your Name|nameChange]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><a data-passage="Bathroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><<if $tits lte 3>>\
<img src="gif/shower/shower1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You relax under hot water.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<elseif $tits gt 3 and $tits lte 7>>\
<img src="gif/shower/shower2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You relax under hot water.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<elseif $tits gt 7 and $tits lte 10>>\
<img src="gif/shower/shower3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You relax under hot water.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<elseif $tits gt 10 >>\
<img src="gif/shower/shower4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You relax under hot water.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<center><b><e1>⚡️ Energy: +10</e1></b></center>
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<if $energy lte 90>>\
<<set $energy += 10>>\
<<elseif $energy gt 90>>
<<set $energy to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $hasShowered to 1>>\<img src="img/inventory/oilbottle.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Massage oil added to your inventory.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $oil to 1>>\<<set $corridorPeek to random(13) >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>It has a large main area dominated by light brown and orange tones. Wherever you look, you see a Succubus with bigger than average tits. Just the accumulated energy inside is enough to make beads of sweat form on your forehead. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/intro/jupiterentrance1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<<set $photos to random(5) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 1 and $photo19 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany7"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 3 and $photo20 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="milena6"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 5 and $photo21 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="lucy3"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photo19 === 1 and $photo20 === 1 and $photo21 === 1>>\
<<if $photos === 1 and $photo28 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany9"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 3 and $photo29 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="milena9"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 5 and $photo30 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="lucy5"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>
<</if>></center>\
<<if $realMemoryBox ===1>>\
<center><<if $photos === 0 and $photo28 === 1 and $jupiterPhoto1 === 0>>\
<a data-passage="Jphoto1"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>>\
<<if $photos === 3 and $photo29 === 1 and $jupiterPhoto2 === 0>>\
<a data-passage="Jphoto2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>>\
<<if $photos === 4 and $photo30 === 1 and $jupiterPhoto3 === 0>>\
<a data-passage="Jphoto2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $dungeoncounter gte 4 and $duel === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[💃 Someone's Dancing Outside|BritsDuel1]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $centerVisit gte 1 and $britguide === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[A Large Group Is Filling The Entire Entrance|britguide1]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $Mprivate gte 9 and $hitomiCorruption gte 8 and $hitomiobjection === 0 and $moon === 1 and $centerVisit gte 5>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Wait, Is That Hitomi?|objection1]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<center><b><b1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</b1></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a> <a data-passage="mainCampus"><img src="img/places/menu/campus2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%" ></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center><<set $photos to random(9) >>\
<<if $realMemoryBox ===1>>\
<</if>>\
<center><a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="20%"></a> <a data-passage="mainCampus"><img src="img/places/menu/campus2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="20%" ></a></center>
<<if $happypixie === 1 or $upsetpixie === 1>>\
<<if $hitomiobjection gte 1 and $latexDungeon gte 1>>\
<center><a data-passage="pixieForest1"><img src="img/intro/glow1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><</if>>\
<</if>>
<<set $orgasm to random(9) >>\
<<if $orgasm === 0 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 1 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 2 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 3 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 4 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 5 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 6 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 7 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm8.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 8 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm9.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $orgasm === 9 >><img src="gif/orgasm/orgasm10.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"> <</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You can't take it anymore. The wave of pleasure starting from your pussy spreads all over your body and you cum uncontrollably. It's so embarrassing cumming here! You're trying to be as quiet as possible. But the others around here know exactly what's going on.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a Succubus. Of course you're gonna cum. It's a necessary step in your development.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><n1>💋 Lust: -40</n1></b></n3></b>
<<if $controlFitness gte 3>>\
[[✊ Increase your control|IncreaseControl]]
<</if>>\
[[🔥 Finish Exercising|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $lust -= 40>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Your training seems to be paying off. You feel stronger. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/exercise/controlUp.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><c1>⛓️ Control: +1</c1></b></n3></b>
[[🔥 Finish Exercising|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $control += 1>>\
<<set $controlFitness -= 3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> It's still dark. Rubbing your eyes and yawning you make your way to the door. You slowly open the door and see a silhouette in the dark that you can't tell who it is. You squint your eyes and lean towards the silhouette. It's someone completely covered in latex. As far as you can see from the moonlight, she's a fit figure with big tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/latexsilhouette.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<b> ???</b>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> Please put on some decent clothes and quietly follow me.</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Her voice is not familiar. Sun speaks in an excited voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> So we're getting started! Do what she says.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You get ready as she says and stand in front of the door.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<b>???</b>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> Now put this on. And don't take it off!</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You look at what she's handing you. Its a mini latex cape.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/inventory/latexcape1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> It feels the same as the dress Angela wore when she was spying on you. After putting on the cloak you start following her.</n3></b>
[[Continue|forest1]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $latexCape to 1>>\
<<set $SundayCape += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You follow her into the forest. There is yellow lights on a certain route. Without the lights it would be impossible to find your way.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/places/nightforest1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun , are you able to infiltrate her mind?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'm trying, but all the details are blurry. We can see her and the lights on the road because of the cloak... Her name is Audrey... And all of this is definitely related to Lucy. I can learn more if you keep her in a conversation.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She told you to follow quietly, but you'll take your chances.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Hey! Umm... When will we arrive? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She speaks in an emotionless voice, without turning around or slowing her pace.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/Audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> We'll arrive when we arrive. Just keep walking!</b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Aren't we going to hit the barriers? I'm just a newcomer. I don't think I can get this far. </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/Audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> No! This is a spesific route. Weaklings can follow until the end.</b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Ouch!</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> She gets distracted when she talks. Keep asking things.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What are these lights? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She waits a little. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/Audrey1.jpg"><b><b1>It shows the way. </b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>What way? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Audrey</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/Audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> Be quiet!</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[A Heat On Your Sign|forest2]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Sun speaks with a defeated voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I couldn't find any vital information. She only knows what she has to do, without asking any questions... </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> What? Why did you tell me to go then? Couldn't we beat her easily? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It would be a useless move. Instead of dealing with puppets, we should deal with the puppet master. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So you're saying we can handle Lucy? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Probably we can't... yet. So don't try to attack or something. I believe we can come to an agreement with her.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>As you walk along the yellow-lit path, the situation you are in now hits you like a slap in the face. You lift your head up in the dark forest. In the deep blue sky there is a rather bright moon and countless stars. Normally this sight would calm you down and give you confidence. But right now, the only thing you can rely on is Sun.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Will you disappear again? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>No! I disappeared in Hitomi's room because of Angela's spirit animal. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Because of that white snake? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Yeah! A high potential Succubus. As far as I could learn from her, she can summon many types of snakes, and each has different specializations. The white one could smell the Lust Energy.
Probably on the first day, Lucy sensed me somehow. And if that snake smelled two different scents from you, this suspicion would have been proved.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Audrey Stops!|latexdungeon1]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You didn't pay attention to the path while talking to Sun. You can't see any yellow lights around you. And it's very difficult to capture details on a moonlit night. Suddenly you hear the sound of the stones moving and Audrey speaks in a commanding voice. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<b>Audrey</b>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> This way!</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You start walking in a narrow passage with a high ceiling. It goes straight down somewhere. The light at the end illuminates the entire passage. Audrey suddenly stops and moves aside. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/places/passage1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<b>Audrey</b>
<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> Keep on walking! And thank you for my calmest and uneventful escort assignment ever. They usually... resist.</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You slowly accept her thanks with your head and start walking.</n3></b>
[[Continue|latexdungeon2]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You come out into a magnificent and huge field. Chains and chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling. In the dungeon lit by hundreds of candles, you see countless passageways.
There is a monument in the middle. The melted wax from the candles covered it like a frame. And there are countless statues of bodies on the monument. It looks like they're revolting against something.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/places/latexdungeon.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="90%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> While looking around, someone catches your attention.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/standing1.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="25%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> Oh! you're here! First one to arrive on time.</b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> They usually resist? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> Exactly! I'm Mel. Please follow me!</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[You Start Following Her|latexdungeon3]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You enter one of the hundreds of gateway entrances. Even just one passage has dozens of prison-like cells. As you walk, Mel speaks in a somewhat nonchalant voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> By the way, you can ask me something in mind. So you wouldn't bother Mistress Lucy with petty things. Her time is valuable.</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <<if $question1 === 0>>\
[[Are You Guarding This Place?|guarding]]
<</if>>\
<<if $question2 === 0>>\
[[How Does This Little Cloak Keeping Me From Being Seen?|cloak]]
<</if>>\
<<if $question3 === 0>>\
[[How Can This Place Be Kept In Hidden?|hiddendungeon]]
<</if>>\
<<if $question4 === 0>>\
[[Can You Counteract If I Attack You Right Now?|whatifattack]]
<</if>>\
<<if $question2 === 1>>\
[[I Don't Have Any Questions|latexdungeon4]]
<</if>></n3></b></div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She thinks for a few seconds and then decides to explain.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> It's Scopophobic Latex. You must have seen the yellow lights on the way. It is a bioluminescent fungus variant made from this Latex. </b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You repeat it in your mind in a irritated manner. Sun seems to understand a lot more than you do.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Oh! I see... Bioluminescent fungus variant made from Scopophobic Latex! Very clear... How come I couldn't think of it. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> So Lucy managed to finish Scopophobic Latex? I only know of one Succubus who can give that name. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> The fact that you caught Angela is unbelievable. No one expected this except Mistress Lucy. Angela tried to cover up but everyone knows about it. In fact, right now the punishment for this... Nevermind. We can say you've drawn some attention.</b1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Then aren't you afraid of me? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Mel shrugs nonchalantly. Even her voice convinces you that she believes what she says.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> This is our den. You can try anything. As long as you're ready for the consequences.</b1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I see... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hear Angela's voice. It's coming from the cell just to your left.</n3></b>
[[Have A Peek|angelaPunish1obstacle]]
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<b><n3> Mel answers in a confident voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> Mistress Lucy! That's the only answer. Her genius, beauty, strength, generosity.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She raises her arms to both sides while walking. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> We owe everything to her. You are very lucky to meet her. I don't know why you've been summoned, but I suggest you treat her with respect.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You didn't learn much.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She giggles in a somewhat cynical tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1>It doesn't matter. If you think there's an escape from here, you can do whatever you want. I don't think you would do such a thing, since you came without any trouble. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After a short while, she adds.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> But I wouldn't recommend it. There's not much you can do through me. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It was an honest and straightforward answer. Once you're in here, Mel's probably the least of your worries.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You continue to follow Mel. Her calm and big steps are starting to annoy you. And she doesn't even look back to you. That should have made you feel a little more comfortable but that's not comforting in the slightest. You feel trapped and you're increasingly questioning the possibility of getting out of here.
Sun interrupts your anxious thoughts with a reassuring voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Keep your calm! We came here to talk Lucy. They couldn't force us here and we can get out of here any second we want. Don't let her affect you. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath. It's convinving except for the thing about escaping. You feel calmer but it still feels like you're in an endless maze. You turned left and right many times by now and you can't guess the size of the whole place if even just one passage is this long.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> They are doing it to increase intimidation. Deliberately extending the path and this way you'll drawn into this atmosphere and not be able to think clearly.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Without Sun, you would easily fall into these traps. While walking, you hear metal sounds with little moans ahead. Coming from a cell to your right. It's like someone is struggling. You turn your head in curiosity.</n3></b>
[[Take A Look|bondageslave]]
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<b><n3> This question makes her laugh.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> Of course not. I'm more of a guide. I'm responsible for knowing the location of important individuals in the dungeon at all times. The real guards are away for a while. Still, the level of security doesn't change much without them.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her confidence doesn't really come from her own strength. It comes from the belief in her safety in the dungeon.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you approach to voice, you see the door is ajar and you're curious to see what's going on. Inside, Angela is getting whipped on her tits with her neck, ankles and wrists tightly bound. you hear the other Succubus talking. </n3></b>
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<b><monica> "Look what you've become! You were once one of the favorites here. But you never fooled me! I always knew you were a dumb crook." </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Angela is talking back but you can't fully understand because of the gag.</n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela2.png"><b><ange1>One deyh I-I wilhl rehgaihn MisHrtes-vucy's thrusg an mayk yuu rigreht forr it!! Ahh! U stiudt bitych! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Succubus punishing Angela gives a very condescending laugh.</n3></b>
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<b><monica> "Don't make me laugh! You are nothing without your spirit animal and no one will ever trust you again." </monica></b></div>\
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<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela2.png"><b><ange1>Haaa! Stahpp! Waa-it! Ahh! Mahkit Stahp! Not oNmy Tittss! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|angelaPunish2]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Angela's aggressive pleading seems to have worked. Finally, the whipping on her tits stops. Angela is trying to catch her breath as drool drips onto the floor. Her tit is covered in whip marks and turned all red.</n3></b>
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<b><monica> "Now make yourself useful for the first time in your life and produce Lust until you burn out!" </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The ropes tighten and secure Angela in mid-air. Her legs are wrapped tightly in ropes and spread wide apart. Her pussy is fully exposed and completely helpless. The Latex dildo on the end of a metal rod makes Angela scream in pleasure as soon as it touches her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> In a way, you're the reason she's in this situation right now. You're not sure how guilty you feel.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Return|latexdungeon3]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see a Succubus pinned to a metal railing. She's dressed head to toe in Latex and only her lips are exposed. Because of the vibrator between her legs, she is in a torture of pleasure. And because of the gag in her mouth, the noise she can make is severely restricted. Yet her desperate cries sounded like she was trying to call someone.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Is she calling you? No, it's probably nothing to do with you. She cries out again, struggling. It gives you goose bumps. Is she saying something to you? Without even realising it, with the heat on your sign, you are preparing to respond to the call of this Succubus.</n3></b></div>\
[[Let Her Know That You Heard Her!|bondageslave2]]
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<b><n3> Just as you're about to bond with her, you realise that Sun is shouting something in a worried way. But before you can comprehend what she's saying, you feel like you're being thrown against a wall. The thing being thrown isn't your body, it's your consciousness.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're gripped by a tremendous sensation. It's like you're being thrown from one place to another. You can't take it anymore. It's getting dark... You don't have the strength to resist...</n3></b>
[[Wake Up!|lucymeet1]]
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<b><n3> You hardly open your eyes. You feel tired and the warmth you expect to feel on your sign is not there. You slowly lift your head. That alone is enough to cause cramps.
Your eyes are dazzled and you lower your head again. Everywhere is blindingly bright white. But there was one thing. Something jet black, completely separated from the white background. You know that voice!</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> Somehow you managed to hurt yourself. Curiosity... Am I right?</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see a yellow cloth wiping a strange looking handcuff. Your memory is starting to come back; Where you are, why you're here.</n3></b>
[[Lift Your Head Higher|lucymeet2]]
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<b><n3> Lucy calmly continues to wipe the metal cuffs. She hasn't turned her gaze on you yet. On top of being unable to feel Sun, Lucy's confident calmness makes you even more nervous.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>What happened to me? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> You've attempted something far above your level.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember the moment before you fainted. You tried to bond with that Succubus.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> Don't worry, nothing permanent. You must feel like you were electrocuted. Also, while taking care of you, I noticed something.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She gently points to your arm. For a moment your vision blurs and you're short of breath. You try not to show that you're nervous, but you don't know whether you're succeeding or not. You have no leverage! There's nothing you can do against her. Why is she still so calm?</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1>Your sign! I knew we were alike... </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She turns her back and the Latex suit slowly opens to leave a circular opening on her back. Her dress has a sticky and mesh structure and at the same time feels... Alive. You see Lucy's sign through the opening that has formed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's a sun! And one that looks a lot more developed than yours. </n3></b>
[[A Heat On Your Arm|lucymeet3]]
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<b><n3> You get a good night's sleep without any dreams. Your eyes slowly open in the first light of the day. You are ready for what the new day will bring.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're having chaotic dreams. When you wake up, you remember what you saw, but it takes about ten seconds to forget them. Overall, you feel rested and ready for the new day. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <i>"Succubuses begging to be under your heels. Accepting that she is beneath you and being pleased about it, doing exactly what you say without question."</i> Such thoughts are the theme of the dream and they feel good to you. You feel superior to everyone else and it just feels natural for you. When you wake up you are wet and feel generally relaxed. You don't remember your dream but you feel well rested and satisfied.</n3></b>
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<<if $heels === 0>>\
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<<if $heels === 2>>\
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<b><n3> You're covered in latex head to toe. The more you touch yourself, the hornier you get and the stronger you feel. You can dominate anyone. It's like the latex is alive, asking you something. It' s hungry! To control them, to dominate them... And so you are... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wake up with deep breaths. You lick your lips and notice that your mouth feels dry. Then, you feel something strange. As if you were interrupted in the middle of something, but you don't remember the what it is. Your arm's a little warm, probably you've been lying on it. You get out of bed well rested.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> There's a sweet pain in your palm. As you look at that plump, reddened ass that you've spanking for a while, you continue, without minding the pain. The loud sound of each stroke mingles with the moans of the succubus you are spanking and tickles your insides. The intensity of your strokes decides everything. It's in your hands whether she giggles and begs for more or tearfully begs you to stop. All it costs is the sweet pain in your hands.
When you wake up, your hands feel a little numb. And you start the day feeling well rested.</n3></b>
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<<if $spank === 0>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
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<b><n3>Brittany is dancing with all her cheerfulness. Her huge tits swinging from the rear of her denim jumpsuit and accompanies Brittany's dance. Her energy is always friendly and inviting. You feel like joining her, watching those tits up close, maybe touching them. To bury your head between those tits and continue your sleep there... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Hitomi, presenting her big tits to you. She has a body that doesn't match her cute and innocent face, which increases her attractiveness. You want those tits. You wanna do whatever you want. You want her essence, powerful, beautiful and pure. Sometimes torturing her tits, sometimes massaging her nipples for hours...
You wake up in a ridiculous position. You're drooling. Then you stand up from your bed, ready for the day.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Hitomi, presenting her big tits to you. She has a body that doesn't match her cute and innocent face, which increases her attractiveness. You want those tits. You wanna do whatever you want. You want her essence, powerful, beautiful and pure. Sometimes torturing her tits, sometimes massaging her nipples for hours...
You wake up in a ridiculous position. You're drooling. Then you stand up from your bed, ready for the day.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're in class. Milena enthusiastically explains something about breasts. And she uses her own huge tits to do it. You remember her saying how important hands-on learning is. Maybe you need to touch them to learn properly. But your hands may not be enough. You may need to hug them. Even one of them is much bigger than your head but are ready to do anything for education...
You slowly open your eyes. You don't know what day it is, but you hope it's a weekday. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're in class. Milena sits in her chair, but she doesn't look very comfortable. As she tries to find a comfortable position, you watch her big tits jiggle through her see-through blouse. She' s not wearing a bra is the cherry on top. For some time Milena struggles this way on her chair...
You slowly open your eyes. You don't know what day it is, but you hope it's a weekday.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Milena is exercising. It looks like she's trying to keep in shape. Every time she moves, her breasts sway independently of her. The fact that she's not wearing a bra makes her even more enjoyable to watch. Maybe it would help if you could hold her breasts for a while, to give her back some relief.
You wake up feeling energized. You get out of bed thinking that it would be nice if you ran into Milena during your exercise.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/milena3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $day === "Monday" or $day === "Tuesday" or $day === "Wednesday" or $day === "Thursday" or $day === "Friday">>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[🛌 Wake Up|Lessons]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $day === "Sunday" or $day === "Saturday">>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[🛌 Wake Up|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\<img src="img/places/classroom1.jpeg" class="center rounded-image" width="95%">
<<set $photos to random(18) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 4 and $photo16 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="lucy2"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 9 and $photo17 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="milena5"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 14 and $photo18 ===0>>\<a data-passage="hitomi5"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photo16 === 1 and $photo17 === 1 and $photo18 === 1>>\
<<if $photos === 4 and $photo25 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="lucy4"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 9 and $photo26 === 0 >>\<a data-passage="milena8"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 14 and $photo27 === 0>>\<a data-passage="hitomi7"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<</if>></center>
<<if $milenaCorruption gte 1 and $milenaCorruption lt 4>>\
<center> <a data-passage="Lesson 1.1"><img src="img/intro/lesson1.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="450px"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaCorruption gte 4 and $milenaCorruption lt 10 >>\
<center> <a data-passage="Lesson 1.2"><img src="img/intro/lesson1.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="450px"></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaCorruption gte 10 and $private === 1>>\
<center> <b><n3><a data-passage="Lesson 1.3"><img src="img/intro/lesson1.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="450px"></a></n3></b></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiobjection === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Go To Class And Take A Seat|newteacher1]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $venusfirstlesson === 1>>\
<center><a data-passage="proxy1"><img src="img/intro/lesson2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="450px"></a> </center>
<</if>>\ <center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/lucypics/lucypic2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo16 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic5.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo17 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic5.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo18 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/lucypics/lucypic4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="30%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo25 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic8.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo26 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="Lessons"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo27 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You sit at your desk as usual and wait for Milena. But no one seems to be coming. As the buzzing in the classroom grows louder, the door opens aggressively. A Succubus you don't know walks in, breathing heavily. She looks like she just had an argument. Behind her, another Succubus you don't recognize and Milena walks in. Seeing this Succubus, you notice a few newcomers straighten their posture. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><<linkreplace "She Starts Walking "t8n </center> >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She walks slowly to a place where she can see everyone. She crosses her arms a bit strangely and begins to scan the class. Her posture, her gaze and her energy are brimming with confidence.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/newteacher/abella1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella10.jpg"><b><abella>Absolutely heartwarming! </abella></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She raises her voice and starts talking to the whole class. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella10.jpg"><b><abella> I'm the Headmistress of the Venus Dormitory! My name is Abella! And I'm here to step up your education! </abella></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Continue|newteacher2]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</linkreplace>>\
<<set $milenaClass to random(5) >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Milena walks into the class. She wears striped pants, a leather corset and a bra that barely covers her breasts. Over her bra, there is an black transparent shirt with a tie. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $milenaClass === 0 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today, we're going to talk about what happens if you over use your Lust Energy.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(lustOverUse)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 1 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass3.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Our topic is "Succubus and Human Relations". As you know, we've had a fluctuating graph with humans. We'll look into the details.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 2 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will cover the general characteristics of signs. Please don't take it personally. We will talk about quite general perceptions.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(signcharacteristic1)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 3 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass5.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will discuss why Jupiter and Venus are so popular. I want you all to give your opinion.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(whyPopular)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 4 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass6.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Today we will talk about our academy and its history.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 5 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass7.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we're going to cover what happens and what you should do when you try to concentrate your Lust Energy in a place you are not inclined to.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(notInclinedTo)]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<set $peak to random(7)>>\
<<if $peak === 0 >><img src="gif/class/class1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="34%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before your eyes.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $peak === 3 >><img src="gif/class/class2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before your eyes.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $peak === 5 >><img src="gif/class/class6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> During class, you see someone flashing her boob at you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content"><b><n3>\
You listen to Milena, ignoring the warming on your arm. You can feel Sun affecting her more and more each day.
<c1>⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</c1>
<<if $private === 0>>
<center><a data-passage="Private lesson"><img src="img/intro/private0.jpg" width="40%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<else>>
<center><a data-passage="PLesson1"><img src="img/intro/private1.jpg" width="30%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>></n3></b>\
[[🚪Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<set $energy -= 30>>\<<set $milenaClass to random(5) >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Milena walks into the class. She wears striped pants, a leather corset and a bra that barely covers her breasts. Over her bra, there is an black transparent shirt with a tie. But you notice that she doesn't cover the front of her shirt anymore. You also start to notice a change in her overall attitude.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $milenaClass === 0 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass8.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Okay class, today we're going to cover spirit animals and what they symbolize. I think this year we even have a phoenix. Diversity is something we want to have. </mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 1 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass9.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will cover the general characteristics of signs. Please don't take it personally. We will talk about quite general perceptions.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(signcharacteristic1)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 2 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass10.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>How much does the real-life potency of your spirit animal actually affect your potential? It is said that it doesn't matter which spirit animal you have. We'll talk about how true this is. </mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(spiritAnimalPotency)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 3 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass11.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> What happens if you run out of Lust Energy? This is our topic today.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 4 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass12.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> What happens if you are overloaded with Lust Energy? This is our topic today.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 5 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass13.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will continue to learn the history of our academy.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<set $peak to random(11)>>
<<if $peak === 0 >><img src="gif/class/class1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="34%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before her eyes. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $peak === 3 >><img src="gif/class/class2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before her eyes.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $peak === 5 >><img src="gif/class/class3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="32%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Near the end of class, you see two Succubus talking.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<b><ella>"What are you talking about? You look great in these tights!"</ella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<b><l1>"Really? I wasn't sure if I should wear it. I don't even look like a Venus yet."</l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<b><ella>"Trust me. You look great!"</ella></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $peak === 7 >><img src="gif/class/class7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. Looks like she is little bit itchy. And she doesn't need anything but that table.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <a data-passage="PLesson1"><img src="img/intro/private1.jpg" width="35%" class="rounded-image"></a></n3></b>
[[🚪Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaexercise to 1>>\<<set $milenaClass to random(8) >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Milena walks into the class. She wears striped pants, a leather corset and a bra that barely covers her breasts. Over her bra, there is an black transparent shirt with a tie. Now she walks around with her see-through shirt fastened only with the bottom button. Her bra, which barely covers her breasts, is no longer under such a burden. With her nipples fully exposed, she lectures. Her general demeanor and expression have changed, but the seriousness with what she teaches remains the same. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $milenaClass === 0 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass14.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Today we're going to cover what happens and what you should do when you try to concentrate your Lust Energy in a place you are not inclined to. </mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(notInclinedTo)]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 1 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass15.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> We will focus on wood, perhaps the substance with which our energy interacts in the most diverse ways. Why trees are so important to us is a deeper topic than you might expect.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 2 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass17.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will cover the general characteristics of signs. Please don't take it personally. We will talk about quite general perceptions.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(signcharacteristic1)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 3 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass18.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> We will focus on wood, perhaps the substance with which our energy interacts in the most diverse ways. Why trees are so important to us is a deeper topic than you might expect.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(wood)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 4 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass19.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today we will cover the general characteristics of signs. Please don't take it personally. We will talk about quite general perceptions.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(signcharacteristic1)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 5 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass20.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Lust Barriers are used for various purposes. What makes a barrier strong and how can you be able to cross a barrier that you cannot get through? We'll look at some details. </mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(bariers)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 6 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass15.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>How much does the real-life potency of your spirit animal actually affect your potential? It is said that it doesn't matter which spirit animal you have. We'll talk about how true this is. </mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(spiritAnimalPotency)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 7 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass17.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today, we're going to talk about what happens if you over use your Lust Energy.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(lustOverUse)]] </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milenaClass === 8 >><img src="img/milenaClass/milenaclass1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Today, we're going to talk about what happens if you over use your Lust Energy.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Pay Attention To The Lesson|detailedLesson(lustOverUse)]] </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
<<set $peak to random(11)>>
<<if $peak === 0 >><img src="gif/class/class1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="34%">
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<b><n3>During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before her eyes. </n3></b>
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<<if $peak === 3 >><img src="gif/class/class2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
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<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. But her skirt isn't long enough for this move. Her long legs and plump hips sway right and left before her eyes.</n3></b>
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<<if $peak === 5 >><img src="gif/class/class3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="32%">
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<b><n3> Near the end of class, you see two Succubus talking.</n3></b>
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<b><ella>"What are you talking about? You look great in these tights!"</ella></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<b><l1>"Really? I wasn't sure if I should wear it. I don't even look like a Venus yet."</l1></b></div>\
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<b><ella>"Trust me. You look great!"</ella></b></div>\
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<<if $peak === 7 >><img src="gif/class/class7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
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<b><n3> During the lesson, you see someone asking a question to teacher. Looks like she is little bit itchy. And she doesn't need anything but that table.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <a data-passage="PLesson1"><img src="img/intro/private1.jpg" width="35%" class="rounded-image"></a></n3></b>
[[🚪Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<<if $tits lte 3>>\
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<b><n3> You stand in front of the mirror to check your breasts and you enlarge them to the limit of what you can keep under control. Even as they are now, it' s not bad at all, but you realize that you can make them bigger by attending Milena's classes. It doesn't feel very natural yet because you're not Jupiter, but you're definitely developing at a good pace.</n3></b>
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<<if $size === 0>><img src="gif/mirror/1/tits1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>
<<if $size === 1>><img src="gif/mirror/1/tits2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
<<if $size === 2>><img src="gif/mirror/1/tits3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>
<</if>>\
<<if $tits gt 3 and $tits lte 6 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> You stand in front of the mirror to check your breasts and you enlarge them to the limit of what you can keep under control. Just one of them is enough to overflow your palm. Your nipples are much more sensitive and it's much more pleasurable to play with your tits. You can go much bigger than that, but this is the limit of what you can keep under control. As you attend Milena's classes, you know that you can go beyond that and you feel excited about it. </n3></b>
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<<if $size === 0>><img src="gif/mirror/2/tits4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>
<<if $size === 1>><img src="gif/mirror/2/tits5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="57%"><</if>>
<<if $size === 2>><img src="gif/mirror/2/tits6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>
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<<if $tits gt 6 and $tits lte 9 >>\
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<b><n3> You stand in front of the mirror to check your breasts and you enlarge them to the limit of what you can keep under control. Gathering Lust in your breasts and preserving it there now feels much more natural. You can see that clearly from your reflection. When you aroused, your breasts become almost as sensitive as your pussy and sometimes they leak milk. You have the control that an average Jupiter has, but it wouldn't hurt to go a little bit bigger than that. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $size === 0>><img src="gif/mirror/3/tits7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="37%"><</if>>
<<if $size === 1>><img src="gif/mirror/3/tits8.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><</if>>
<<if $size === 2>><img src="gif/mirror/3/tits9.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="62%"><</if>>
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<<if $tits gt 9>>\
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<b><n3> You stand in front of the mirror to check your breasts and you enlarge them to the limit of what you can keep under control. Now you can make your tits big enough to compete with Milena. You've come a long way and now you've got the tits of a remarkable Jupiter. It's much easier to produce milk and when you enlarge your breasts, they become the most sensitive part of your body, especially your nipples. It's up to you what size you want to keep in daily life, but your limits have expanded considerably.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/mirror/4/tits11.webp" class=center width="45%">
<</if>>\
<center><a data-passage="Mirror"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><<if $McSign === 0 >>\
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<b><n3> Your default sign is Moon but this sign changes when Sun is activated. Your current changed sign looks like a dot in a circle. It doesn't look much like a sun symbol. When your sign changes, you feel much stronger and your arm gets a little hot. Also, Sun can use techniques such as mind control, hallucination and memory erasure. But its long use tires you out.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your default sign is Moon but this sign changes when Sun is activated. Your current changed sign looks like an improved version of your old sign. The dot in the center becomes a small circle, and between the two circles there are formed eight curved lines. Between each of the two large lines there is a small curved line and it looks like a complete sun figure. When this sign is active, your ability to sense Lust energy becomes incredibly sensitive. You are also less fatigued by Sun's techniques and your overall power level is higher. You know that this is not your final form, as there must be at least one more evolution of this sign. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/McSign/sun2.png" class="rounded-image center" width="25%">
<</if>>\
<center><a data-passage="Mirror"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> Enter Your New Name <<textbox "$name" Maya>>
After you type the name you want to choose and leave here, your name will be changed. If you don't type anything, it will be set to Maya, which is the default name.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<center><a data-passage="Mirror"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center><<set $which to random(5)>>\
<<set $dream to random(2)>>\
<<set $heels to random(4)>>\
<<set $latex to random(4)>>\
<<set $spank to random(4)>>\
<<set $lewd to random(8)>>\
<<if $which === 0>>\
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<b><n3> You get a good night's sleep without any dreams. Your eyes slowly open in the first light of the day. You are ready for what the new day will bring.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/sleep/night/sunset1.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<<if $which === 1>>\
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<b><n3> You're having chaotic dreams. When you wake up, you remember what you saw, but it takes about ten seconds to forget them. Overall, you feel rested and ready for the new day. </n3></b>
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<<if $dream === 0>>\
<img src="gif/dream/dream/dream1.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $dream === 1>>\
<img src="gif/dream/dream/dream2.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $dream === 2>>\
<img src="gif/dream/dream/dream3.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
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<<if $which === 2 >>\
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<b><n3> <i>"Succubuses begging to be under your heels. Accepting that she is beneath you and being pleased about it, doing exactly what you say without question."</i> Such thoughts are the theme of the dream and they feel good to you. You feel superior to everyone else and it just feels natural for you. When you wake up you are wet and feel generally relaxed. You don't remember your dream but you feel well rested and satisfied.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $heels === 0>>\
<img src="gif/dream/heels/heels1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $heels === 1>>\
<img src="gif/dream/heels/heels2.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $heels === 2>>\
<img src="gif/dream/heels/heelskiss1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $heels === 3>>\
<img src="gif/dream/heels/heelskiss2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $heels === 4>>\
<img src="gif/dream/heels/heelslick1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
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<<if $which === 3 >>\
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<b><n3> You're covered in latex head to toe. The more you touch yourself, the hornier you get and the stronger you feel. You can dominate anyone. It's like the latex is alive, asking you something. It' s hungry! To control them, to dominate them... And so you are... </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $latex === 0>>\
<img src="gif/dream/latex/latexass1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $latex === 1>>\
<img src="gif/dream/latex/latexass2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $latex === 2>>\
<img src="gif/dream/latex/latexass3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $latex === 3>>\
<img src="gif/dream/latex/latexass4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $latex === 4>>\
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<b><n3> You wake up with deep breaths. You lick your lips and notice that your mouth feels dry. Then, you feel something strange. As if you were interrupted in the middle of something, but you don't remember the what it is. Your arm's a little warm, probably you've been lying on it. You get out of bed well rested.</n3></b>
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<<if $which === 4 >>\
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<b><n3> There's a sweet pain in your palm. As you look at that plump, reddened ass that you've spanking for a while, you continue, without minding the pain. The loud sound of each stroke mingles with the moans of the succubus you are spanking and tickles your insides. The intensity of your strokes decides everything. It's in your hands whether she giggles and begs for more or tearfully begs you to stop. All it costs is the sweet pain in your hands.
When you wake up, your hands feel a little numb. And you start the day feeling well rested.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $spank === 0>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $spank === 1>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $spank === 2>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $spank === 3>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $spank === 4>>\
<img src="gif/dream/spank/spank5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
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<<if $which === 5 >>\
<<if $lewd === 0>>\
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<b><n3>Brittany is dancing with all her cheerfulness. Her huge tits swinging from the rear of her denim jumpsuit and accompanies Brittany's dance. Her energy is always friendly and inviting. You feel like joining her, watching those tits up close, maybe touching them. To bury your head between those tits and continue your sleep there... </n3></b>
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<img src="gif/dream/lewd/brittany1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<<if $lewd === 1>>\
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/brittany2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<<if $lewd === 2>>\
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/brittany3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<<if $lewd === 3>>\
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<b><n3> Brittany caresses her tits. She looks at you with lust and her energy almost lights you on fire. You try to step towards her but you can't feel her body. It's like you're in a cage and you have to endure Brittany teasing you. Her hands are so small next to her tits, it turns you on even more. She looks perfect...</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/brittany4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
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<<if $lewd === 4>>\
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<b><n3> Hitomi, presenting her big tits to you. She has a body that doesn't match her cute and innocent face, which increases her attractiveness. You want those tits. You wanna do whatever you want. You want her essence, powerful, beautiful and pure. Sometimes torturing her tits, sometimes massaging her nipples for hours...
You wake up in a ridiculous position. You're drooling. Then you stand up from your bed, ready for the day.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/hitomi1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
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<<if $lewd === 5>>\
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<b><n3> Hitomi, presenting her big tits to you. She has a body that doesn't match her cute and innocent face, which increases her attractiveness. You want those tits. You wanna do whatever you want. You want her essence, powerful, beautiful and pure. Sometimes torturing her tits, sometimes massaging her nipples for hours...
You wake up in a ridiculous position. You're drooling. Then you stand up from your bed, ready for the day.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/dream/lewd/hitomi2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
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<<if $lewd === 6>>\
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<b><n3> You're in class. Milena enthusiastically explains something about breasts. And she uses her own huge tits to do it. You remember her saying how important hands-on learning is. Maybe you need to touch them to learn properly. But your hands may not be enough. You may need to hug them. Even one of them is much bigger than your head but are ready to do anything for education...
You slowly open your eyes. You don't know what day it is, but you hope it's a weekday. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/dream/lewd/milena1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
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<<if $lewd === 7>>\
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<b><n3> You're in class. Milena sits in her chair, but she doesn't look very comfortable. As she tries to find a comfortable position, you watch her big tits jiggle through her see-through blouse. She' s not wearing a bra is the cherry on top. For some time Milena struggles this way on her chair...
You slowly open your eyes. You don't know what day it is, but you hope it's a weekday.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/dream/lewd/milena2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<<if $lewd === 8>>\
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<b><n3> Milena is exercising. It looks like she's trying to keep in shape. Every time she moves, her breasts sway independently of her. The fact that she's not wearing a bra makes her even more enjoyable to watch. Maybe it would help if you could hold her breasts for a while, to give her back some relief.
You wake up feeling energized. You get out of bed thinking that it would be nice if you ran into Milena during your exercise.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/dream/lewd/milena3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3>[[🛌 Wake Up|DormRoom]] </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<set $day to "Saturday">>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $SundayNextWeek to 0>>
<<set $MarsNextWeek to 0>>\
<<set $SaturnNextWeek to 0>>\
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<b><n3> Looks like Sun's finally back. Your tired body welcomes her warmth.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> You seem to be all right, $name. That Succubus was full of Lust energy. Honestly, it was a bigger backlash than I expected. I think you used my technique for a split second. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> I'm sorry... I felt like she was trying to tell me something. Or she wanted to be listened to... She wanted to be found... I don't know, I'm sorry. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you're expecting Sun to answer, someone interrupts. But that voice is coming from your brain too! She has a playful and mocking tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><trix1>You're supposed to be protecting her, Ame. </trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> So her name is Ame? Sun responds sharply. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I told you I'm going by Sun, Mistress Bellatrix!</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<b><trix1>Oh! My apologies.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It didn't feel like a sincere apology. The unknown sound evokes a blue vortex image in your brain.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/lucy/trixaura1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%" >
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, please give me an explanation. What's going on?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Well, Mistress Trix was my... She was like my teacher kind of thing. We were both Succubus, but not like you are now. We were what you can call Primitive Succubus...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She wants to say much more, but she holds herself back.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So she's inside Lucy right now. Just like you're inside of me? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Same logic, but we are not the same, no...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|lucymeet4]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Bellatrix interrupts with her mighty voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>We're completely in harmony with Lucy. But it works the other way round, either my powers or hers can be active. You're the opposite of us. For the time being, I believe...</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You didn't quite understand what she meant. But you feel like it's not your fault. Bellatrix tries to make it as simple as possible.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>In our case with Lucy, it's me or her. But for you it's the opposite. It's either you two or nothing.</trix1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> But I don't use my powers at all, do I? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Bellatrix's laughter echoes in your brain. Her voice is deep and mighty. You wonder how she looked like.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Ame! Are you still trying to control everything?</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Since the whole conversation takes place in the mind, you realise that you are staring at Lucy in a completely silent room. You feel quite awkward.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sun isn't correcting her name this time. But you can feel that she is not happy about it.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> We are working on that Mistress! Her body won't able to stand if I don't control it.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Yes that is right. But you control so much that poor girl thinks she has no role in this. I've made my decision! I'll guide you two. We'll guide you two! Lucy, do you have any objections to that?</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy2.jpg"><b><l1> No Mistress Beth. We talked about this possibility. We can train them.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun is talking to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I know you are full of questions right now. Please save it for later. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Meanwhile, Lucy takes a more comfortable position. Trix continues to speak to your mind.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>You can come here on Saturdays. I know about your trials, Ame. I have no objections. And I will not interfere in this matter. You can roam around in this dungeon however you want. There isn't much place for a Succubus that hasn't crossed the second barrier though. Heh!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She said that in a sarcastic tone. She seems to be talking to you this time.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>I am aware of how precious and special your powers are. Be aware as well. Do not underestimate your potential. You can go a lot higher than me. Maybe even higher than... nevermind.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Everyone understood what that "nevermind" meant but you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Oh! Lucy necklace please!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy looks towards the door, and Mel enters in. You see in her hand a necklace made of green stones. In the centre of these green stones there is a sun with its eyes closed.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>You can enter here through this necklace. Of course, you should also wear the cape you are wearing right now.</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> About that cape, Mistress...</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>We will speak later. $name has had enough. You will only be escorted out of this place. Afterwards, you can reach your room by following the yellow lights. Do not follow any other colored lights! Oh, you probably can't anyway. Only that path is out of range of the barriers.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[You Leave The White Room|dungeonExit]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mel greets you in a much more respectful way and starts to lead the way. After a few minutes of walking, you find yourself outside. You speak in a complaining tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What? Then why did we walk for several minutes to the white room? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mel bows her head slightly in apology.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>Mel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mel1.jpg"><b><b1> We intimidate anyone we're not sure about. I was only following Mistress Lucy's orders. But this uncertainty is no longer present. You're a special guest. From now on, you will be treated accordingly.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You just want to go back to your warm bed and go back to sleep. These things make you irritable when you're sleep deprived. You start walking back the way you came.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Is she someone we can trust?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun stays silent for a while. She knows you're talking about Lucy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Yes... I still have a lot of questions. But yes, we can trust her. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take peaceful steps towards your room in the calm and breezy forest. It's a good time to ask some things on your mind.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <<if $question5 === 0>>\
[[So They Can Control Latex?|latex]]
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[[Why Was Her Sign Different?|sunVarieties]]
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[[I Have A Spirit Animal, Right?|myAnimal]]
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<b><n3> [[🚪Return To Your Room|dungeonsleep]] </n3></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Technically yes. I don't know the details and limits, but Mistress Trix was one of the strongest of my era. I don't know if there are specific requirements for controlling Latex.
In my time, the only Succubus who could do that was Mistress Trix. We can assume that Lucy is also innately predisposed to it. We'll learn more as time goes on. There are many things I'm also curious about.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> You know your sign changes while I'm active.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You look at the sign on your arm. Dot within a circle. It doesn't even look like a sun.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> All primitive Succubuses have a sun sign. But they are all unique to them. It consists of three stages. I know that Mistress Trix has reached its final stage. But this must have been reset when she and Lucy connected. Because the sign she showed was not the third stage.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So we have two more phases ahead? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It could be more or maybe even less. We'll see over time.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> It was too much for one night. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I know. It really was... </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Why didn't you tell me something beforehand? Couldn't even open my mouth there. I knew nothing. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Because of my selfishness. Things I never wanted to talk about. But since I saw Mistress Trix, I'm feeling different. Everything feels more real. Keeping things inside me doesn't prevent them from existing.
There are many things I don't know either. Most of what I tell you about the current period is from the minds of others. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You didn't think a small reproach would elicit such an answer.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Yes.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> A Phoenix? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>No... It's mine. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Then why couldn't I reveal my own animal? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Because I'm suppressing it. If both of our spirit animals are released, a fusion of these will occur. You can't handle that yet.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't think you'll be satisfied with any answer to that question. Either way, it feels troublesome.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel exhausted. Before you can think about what happened, you're tucked up in your warm bed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Before leaving the classroom, Milena draws everyone's attention.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Girls, can I have your attention for a moment please? I am starting to give private lessons. Exclusive to non-Jupiters. You girls need more education on Art of Bust. It will be very helpful for you and it's not going to be theoretical. Please participate to it.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she leaves the classroom with her usual serious and swift steps. You hear a few Jupiters muttering. They seem to think it is unfair that they are not allowed to participate in these lessons.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> This is an excellent opportunity! It will both accelerate your development and increase our influence on Milena!</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>This private lesson will be under our control. We will point the way and hope Milena will follow. Don't expect a control like in Hitomi. We'll just get her off the road. But without realizing it, she will become sensitive to our powers. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> First silent sobs, then a gradually increasing weeping. Someone is crying! One by one, those who notice the noise turn their heads and start looking for the one crying. But then someone suddenly stands up. It is a little difficult to understand what she says because of her crying, but still you can understand her. It's a Succubus with a tall, slender body.</n3></b>
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<b><lexi1>I can't do it Mistress... I just can't... </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Milena speaks in a calm voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Take it easy... What's wrong?</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The slender Succubus grabs her almost non-existent breasts and struggles not to burst into tears again. </n3></b>
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<b><lexi1> These! I attend all of these lessons. And there hasn't been the slightest change. I can't take any more. I don't want to participate any longer, Mistress.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She held back her crying as much as possible and spoke respectfully. But as soon as she finished, she starts to cry again. You can feel the embarrassment of crying in front of everyone that she feels. Still, she couldn't hold it in any longer. Milena approaches calmly and speaks in a tone that shows her that there is no pity in her voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Stop being so hard on yourself. You're just a newcomer... And you're not even a Jupiter. What's your sign?</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The slender Succubus sniffs and answers with tears in her eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><lexi1> I-I'm a moon. And I'm Lexi... I keep trying, Mistress... Not just in these lessons. I'm always trying, but there's no change.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Milena gently takes Lexi by the shoulders and straightens her. As Lexi looks at her, she speaks again in a solemn tone.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> First of all, know that you don't have to enlarge your breasts. But if that's what you want, I'm not gonna stand in your way. On the contrary, I'll help you!</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As Lexi nods her head gratefully, her eyes drift to Milena's huge tits. Immediately afterwards, her face crumples again and she bursts into tears. For the first time, Milena loses her confident expression for a moment. She looks around for a short while with an expression of helplessness.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Looks like Milena won't be able to help her directly. She gets behind Lexi and speaks to the class.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Who'd like to assist Lexi? I'll do my best in my lessons. And I want someone to support her out of here. Preferably someone Moon.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your sign's on fire. Your hand raises on its own without Sun having to say anything.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lexi's hopeless expression disappears with your raised hand. She still has tears in her eyes and her eyes are puffy. But a smile appears on her face. What makes her happy now must be that someone is willing to help her. After all, Milena requested this help more as mental support. With a satisfied smile, Milena taps her high heels lightly on the floor.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Excellent! Let's end this lesson here. All of you remember that these lessons are an extra. Your breast size doesn't determine your worth. Still, it's not shameful to want big breasts. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As the class begins to disperse, Milena holds Lexi's shoulders reassuringly and says something briefly. Then she leaves the classroom. Lexi approaches you with a shy smile. You can see that she has several tattoos on her body. A red butterfly tattoo on her upper chest stands out the most.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> If she keeps on trying and gets absolutely no results, we might find something interesting.</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Hello... I'm Lexi. You probably already know. I've done a fantastic job of introducing myself to everyone. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're both giggling. You didn't think she was recovered enough to make a joke about what just happened. But Sun would've warned you if she was faking her behaviour. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Hi, I'm $name. I think you expressed yourself pretty good. I'd have locked up and run away before I could say anything. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You giggle again. With Lexi, you start walking out of the classroom. When you get next to her, you realise that she's actually not that much taller than you. But her slender body makes her look much taller than she is. And her face is mesmerising. She looks differently beautiful in each of her expressions.
Her voice is soft and her laugh is adorable. It doesn't take long to realise that you are quite charmed by her during your short walk. While chatting, you decide to head to the dining hall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After getting something to snack on, you sit at a table. Her energy doesn't feel strong. In fact, it's quite weak, as expected from a newcomer. She looks at you with a slightly sorrowful smile. Even the way her eyebrows curl looks cute.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Thank you for raising your hand without hesitation. I didn't even realise I was so loaded up about it. During the lesson I suddenly felt extremely overwhelmed and I couldn't hold it together. Sure, it was something I was bothered about, but I didn't expect to burst in the middle of the lesson.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You were expecting her personality to be different. It really must have been a sudden outburst of emotion. You smile and continue the conversation. She does most of the talking because you can't think of anything to talk about while looking at her.
Your gaze repeatedly shifted to her lips. The moment you realised this, you forced yourself to lift your eyes up. Suddenly her butterfly tattoo catches your eye. Since your mind feels blank, this thought immediately spills out of your mouth.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Your tattoos are beautiful. Does the butterfly mean anything? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's only after you finish that you realise how personal your question might be. Lexi's smile turns faintly gloomy again. After gently caressing her tattoo, she takes a sip of her coffee.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>It represents my faith in myself. My belief in my potential... </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Indeed, that's a very personal question. Just as you're about to apologise, Lexi suddenly raises her gaze to you. You can see the determination in her eyes.</n3></b>
[[Continue|lexiCry5]]
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<b><n3> She takes another big sip of her coffee.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> You raised your hand for me without a second thought. Maybe it'll make me feel better to share it.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She moves her hand on the table and holds out her index finger slightly. A whiteness is forming on her finger... Is that a caterpillar? A white caterpillar half the size of her index finger crawls slowly.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Here's my spirit animal...</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's lying on one arm. The little white caterpillar crawls slowly on her finger.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> I revealed her at a very young age. At an age when you wouldn't normally expect to awaken your spirit animal. I was so excited. I was dreaming that this caterpillar would turn into a marvellous butterfly.
And I wanted to mark my future butterfly on my body beforehand. In fact, I have two butterfly tattoos. But nothing happened... Neither this turned into a butterfly, nor new caterpillars appeared. A white caterpillar, smaller than my finger... She's all I got.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Slowly she turns her gaze towards you. There's a sorrowful jealousy in her eyes.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> I remember you from the first day, and your majestic phoenix. I was so jealous, you know? Not just you, I've been jealous of almost everyone. But you've stayed in the back of my mind.
When I saw that it was you who raised your hand for me, I felt so many emotions at the same time. But the most overwhelming one was happiness. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she giggles. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> A happiness that will make me forget the embarrassment I just experienced. So thank you... I promise I won't thank you about this anymore. I just wanted to share. Besides, I don't want to have another breakdown because of this.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As the white caterpillar disappears, Lexi straightens up in her seat.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Yeah. That's how it goes.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> There wasn't even a word of lie in it. And she may not be as interesting as I expected. She could just be a polite Succubus with very little potential.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't know how to respond to Lexi. She opened up to you about a very personal issue. And at the moment she has a growing concern about whether she made things awkward or not.</n3></b>
[[Take Her Hand And Say You'll Help Her]]
[[Smile and Comfort Her]]
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<b><n3> You take her hand in both of yours and look into her beautiful blue eyes.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> We are still young. Nothing's over, and I'll help you. As long as you don't give up, there's always hope. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi looks at you with a puzzled expression for a few seconds, then her shoulders relax and drop slightly. She has a peaceful smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Thank you. But maybe I should just accept it. What if I'm exhausting myself for nothing. Maybe I need to focus on what I can achieve something... If there is such a thing.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She puts her other hand over yours. As you exchange glances, you ask to Sun in your mind. Maybe Sun has something different to say after touching her. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>What do you think? Did you feel anything more? Anything different?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Honestly, there's not much. But to find out if she's really a hopeless case, I have to examine her at her most vulnerable... During an orgasm.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You squeeze Lexi's hand reassuringly and separate your hands.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Like I said, it's too early for that. Don't lose hope, I'll help you as much as I can! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Normally, in a conversation between two newcomers, what you say is not that reassuring. What's the most you can do? But you're saying this with Sun's confidence. And you really want to help her.
After this moment, Lexi's attitude towards you becomes even softer and you continue to chat about more mundane things.
In between, she asked you a few times about your phoenix. You can notice that she intersperses these questions in order not to make things awkward. Thanks to your senses sharpened by Sun, you are able to notice much more than normal. You chatted with her for about an hour.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Take Her Hand And Say You'll Help Her2]]
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<b><n3> You smile and speak in a gentle voice. But at the same time, you don't want to give her the feeling that you pity her.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> We are still young. We have plenty of time and energy to achieve what we want. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi smiles, too. You notice that her gaze briefly wanders over your body. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Thank you. Not that I'm gonna stop trying... But it would be nice to see some results, even if they're small.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She doesn't seem to want to talk about it any further. And you don't want to drag it out. You continue to chat about more mundane matters. It's pleasant to chat with her. As you talk with her, you become sure that your attraction to her is not because of her energy or any technique. You just feel attracted to her in a natural way. Her laugh is truly beautiful.
In between, she asked you a few times about your phoenix. You can notice that she intersperses these questions in order not to make things awkward. Thanks to your senses sharpened by Sun, you are able to notice much more than normal. You chatted with her for about an hour.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Take Her Hand And Say You'll Help Her2]]
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<b><n3>You leave the dining hall and start walking in the dormitory. Suddenly Lexi stops in front of a door.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> This is my room. I'd better get some rest. I often feel tired after lessons. I couldn't even last this long if I didn't drink coffee.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can tell she's intentionally showing you where her room is. She approaches and grabs your fingers.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Thank you one last time, my special after-class support. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She kisses you on the cheek while you both giggle. Then she turns to enter her room. Before she leaves, you grab her hand and pull her towards you. She doesn't resist, as if she's been waiting for it. You press your lips to hers and plant a kiss. It wasn't a wet or passionate kiss. You want to see how she reacts.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You're welcome, Lexi. Anything you need, don't hesitate. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi's cheeks are turning red. She walks to her room with a shy smile and quickly enters her room without looking at you. It puts a smile on your face. Her reaction was so cute. You forgot to give her your room number, but that's okay. You're in the same class with her.</n3></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|Take Her Hand And Say You'll Help Her3]]
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<b><n3> You've almost reached your room. Suddenly you feel a burning sensation on your lips. This sensation grows and starts to affect your body. You feel warmer. Your vision fogs up and as suddenly you lose your balance, you feel the burning on your arm and hear Sun's voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Something's going on! Your energy is being absorbed! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your face! Whatever is happening, it feels like it's happening on your face. You put your hand to your face. Sun yells.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I've found it! On your lips! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun helps you focus your energy in your eyes and something takes shape in front of your eyes. </n3></b>
[[Thin Threads]]
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<b><n3> You're beginning to see the very fine threads coming out of your lips. The moment you see it, you grab it with your hand and try to tear it off, but with that force you pull your own head forward. The threads are still there. Now, the energy it absorbs from you is much more palpable. And this burning sensation gradually transforms into pleasure.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're about to panic, but Sun's calm voice soothes you. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>It's fine. There's no need to be scared. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The crimson wave of Lust emanating from your sign burns the threads and instantly breaks the bond with you. Since you emitted a wave of Lust in the middle of the corridor for no apparent reason, you see a few Succubus staring at you, trying to figure out what you're doing. You're walking up to your room with big steps.</n3></b>
[[Get In Your Room|Thin Threads2]]
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<b><n3> You enter into your room. You're feeling much better now, but if you couldn't get rid of those threads, something serious might have happened.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> That was Lexi. Those threads are definitely hers. But she didn't lie to you today. And it was you who kissed her on the lips. I don't think she set you up in some sneaky trap. There's definitely something going on with her, and she probably doesn't even know it.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun sounds more excited than worried. She must be thrilled that something turned up with Lexi. And not knowing what it is yet adds to her excitement.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So because she never kissed anyone, she couldn't discover her powers?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It is possible. Maybe the Succubus she kisses has to meet certain requirements. We can figure it out by asking her some things. She could provide a major breakthrough in your development!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's genuinely excited. And you're a little disappointed. You were hoping to develop a more normal relationship with her. If Sun interferes again, your relationship with Lexi might become as twisted as with Hitomi.</n3></b>
<b><n3> <b><n1>💋 Lust: +30</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -30</e1></b></n3></b>
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[[Continue|DormRoom]]
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<<set $energy -= 30>>\
<<set $fitness += 1>>\
<<if $lust gte 0 and $lust lte 70 >>\
<<set $lust += 30>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 70>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $lexiCry to 1>>\
<<set $lexiRoom to 1>>\
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<b><n3> When she sees you leaving, she shouts in panic.</n3></b>
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<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> W-wait! I mean please... </ale1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Please!? </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I'm almost out of dust. Can you... Ummm can you give me some of your Lust? You smell amazing. I have never come across such a rich and aromatic energy. You can only smell such a scent in a room full of mighty succbises. But don't get cocky! If I wanted to, I could take your life in one move. I'm Alette by the way. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The threats she presses in between with her high-pitched voice only adds to her sweetness.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, do you mind? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I don't interfere. Give your own energy if you want it so bad. I don't want to help them.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes, you can have some, Alette. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Alette claps her hands and approaches your arm. </n3></b>
[[Continue|exchange]]
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</div></center>\<<set $reveal to random(3)>>\
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> I know that breast enhancing is very popular. As a Jupiter, I can help you with that. First, you need to gather your lust energy in your breasts. Then you need to release this energy slowly into it. But the majority skips one of the most important step. Visualization! This step is essential for a big, full and rounded result. That's why I'm going to show you my magnificent breasts. Make sure you pay attention to all the details.</mi1></b></div>\
<<if $reveal === 0>>\
<img src="gif/milena/reveal/reveal1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<b><n3> You are watching Milena's breasts with great attention. As Milena walks between you with her huge boobs, she also gives useful information about The Art of Attraction with Bust.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $reveal === 1>>\
<img src="gif/milena/reveal/reveal2.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<b><n3> You are watching Milena's breasts with great attention. As Milena walks between you with her huge boobs, she also gives useful information about The Art of Attraction with Bust.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $reveal === 2>>\
<img src="gif/milena/reveal/comparison1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
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<b><n3>A student approaches her with tits big enough to rival Milena's. But there seems to be a problem.</n3></b>
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<b><chanel>"Mistress Milena, I tried it but my belly grew too."</chanel></b></div>\
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<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>An excellent result! You need to work on your control but your reserve of Lust Energy is amazing. And you can maintain that size for almost 30 seconds. That's brilliant!</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $reveal === 3>>\
<img src="gif/milena/reveal/comparison2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
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<b><n3>A student approaches her with tits big enough to rival Milena's. But there seems to be a problem.</n3></b>
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<b><chanel>"Mistress Milena, I tried it but my belly grew too."</chanel></b></div>\
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<div class="MilenaRight"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>An excellent result! You need to work on your control but your reserve of Lust Energy is amazing. And you can maintain that size for almost 30 seconds. That's brilliant!</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <c1>⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</c1>
While listening to Milena, you try to focus your lust energy on your breasts. You can manage to do that, but it's very difficult to keep it at a certain size. </n3></b>
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<img src="gif/tits/grow1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
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<b><n3>(You still fail to maintain enough control. Maybe you could talk to Hitomi about it. Her advice might help you.)</n3></b>
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<<set $hitomiHelp1 to 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $controlMilena gte 3>>\
<center>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(m)]]</center>
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<<if $tits === 4 >>\
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<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
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<<if $tits === 7 >>\
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<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 10 >>\
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<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -20 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<if $Mprivate lte 3>>\
<<set $Mprivate += 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy -= 20>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
<<set $lust += 10>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 90>>
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlMilena += 1>>\
<<set $tits += 1>>\<<set $bounce to random(4)>>\
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Yes, you have seen my excellent huge breast. But that's not enough! You should also learn how this tits responds in different situations. The breast has a soft but heavy structure. Today you will learn how a breast responds to bouncing. Notice how it vibrates, don't miss any detail My dear students! Learn from me!</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Milena gets in the middle of the students and jiggles her tits in different positions and angles. You can definitely feel the soft and heavy structure she's talking about. They look soft enough to use as a pillow, heavy enough to crush your head.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $bounce === 0>>\
<img src="gif/milena/bounce/bounce1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bounce === 1>>\
<img src="gif/milena/bounce/bounce2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bounce === 2>>\
<img src="gif/milena/bounce/bounce3.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bounce === 3>>\
<img src="gif/milena/bounce/bounce4.gif" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $bounce === 4>>\
<img src="gif/milena/bounce/bounce5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> ⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</n3></b>
<<if $controlMilena gte 3>>\
<center>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(m)]]</center>
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 4 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 7 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 10 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -25 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<if $Mprivate lte 7>>\
<<set $Mprivate += 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy -= 25>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
<<set $lust += 10>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 90>>
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>
<<set $controlMilena += 1>>\
<<set $tits += 1>>\<<set $grope to random(4)>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Now you know how a breast responds to movement. But its all external Information! You should experience this more closely. Touch me! Touch my big magnificent breasts and internalise what a breast should feel like! During this experiment, enlarge your breasts as much as possible.</mi1></b></div>\
<<if $grope === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Two students fondle and squeeze Milena's huge hanging tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/grope/grope1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Yes, take a close look at my tits both of you. Do not be afraid.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $grope === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student is squeezing Milena's huge tits from behind.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/grope/grope2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> Good technique Amy! Reach around groping is maybe my favorite way to explore. Make sure you don't forget how my tits felt.</mi1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $grope === 2>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>A student plays with Milena's tits. How small her hands look against those huge tits turns you on even more. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/grope/grope3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $grope === 3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> The two students cannot hide their amazement at Milena's breasts. They gently stroke, poke and squeeze. At the same time they ask Milena questions and compliment her. Milena seems quite pleased with her situation.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/grope/grope4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="48%">
<</if>>\
<<if $grope === 4>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>A student repeatedly lifts and releases Milena's breasts. You can clearly see how heavy her tits are. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/grope/grope5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> ⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</n3></b>
<<if $controlMilena gte 3>>\
<center>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(m)]]</center>
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 4 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 7 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 10 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -25 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<if $Mprivate lte 11>>\
<<set $Mprivate += 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy -= 25>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
<<set $lust += 10>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 90>>
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlMilena += 1>>\
<<set $tits += 1>>\<<set $selfmilk to random(4)>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> We are now stepping into a phase that may challenge you a little more. Do not be upset if you do not see results. This can be a very demanding phase even for Jupiters. And that's producing milk. You have already learned to accumulate your lust energy in your breasts. Now you must learn to transform it. Imagine that your breasts are filled with milk. Don't just imagine it, feel it. And when you squeeze your nipples, the result should be like this.</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Milena squeezes her nipples and squirts milk. It's obvious that she can do it with ease.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<if $selfmilk === 0>>\
<img src="gif/milena/selfmilk/selfmilk1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $selfmilk === 1>>\
<img src="gif/milena/selfmilk/selfmilk2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $selfmilk === 2>>\
<img src="gif/milena/selfmilk/selfmilk3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
<</if>>\
<<if $selfmilk === 3>>\
<img src="gif/milena/selfmilk/selfmilk4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $selfmilk === 4>>\
<img src="gif/milena/selfmilk/selfmilk5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> This process will give you a lot of pleasure as well. You can start to try. Never be discouraged if you don't make it on your first try... Or in your other attempts... I trust you all!</mi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> While Milena smilingly squirts milk all around, the whole class, including you, tries to do the same with straining faces. It seems that no one can get results except a few. And they can't do it anytime they want to.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> ⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</n3></b>
<<if $controlMilena gte 3>>\
<center>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(m)]]</center>
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 4 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 7 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 10 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -25 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<if $Mprivate lte 14>>\
<<set $Mprivate += 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy -= 25>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
<<set $lust += 10>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 90>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlMilena += 1>>\
<<set $tits += 1>>\<<set $milk to random(10)>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1> It's time to check your progress. As I said, don't get upset if there isn't any milk. The normal thing is that you can't produce at will. We're just trying to get your body used to it. I'll try to assist with my energy. If there's any sudden pain or a sensation that shouldn't be there, let me know immediately.</mi1></b></div>\
<<if $milk === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student with quite big breasts steps forward as if to let Milena know she is ready. As she continues to squeeze her nipples with shy moans, she suddenly starts to squirt milk in Milena's face.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>A student stands out with her breasts that look like they are filled with milk. You can see the white drops oozing from the nipple, even though she is not touching them. Milena clings to her tit and passionately sucks it. Milena, who normally tries to explain everything she does, drinks her milk recklessly. Even though student tries to hold back, watching how much she enjoys it turns you on too.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 2>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student asks Milena to help her. Although her breasts seem to be full of milk, she doesn't seem to know how to squeeze her nipples properly. Milena hugs her from behind, grasps both nipples and milks her while she lectures the whole class about the tips and tricks.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk3.webp" class=center width="55%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student asks Milena for a more detailed explanation. She seems upset that she couldn't produce any milk yet. Milena calls her over and puts her mouth on her huge tit. With one hand she milks her idle tit while feeding the student with the other. In the meantime, she does not forget to make more detailed explanations.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 4>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student asks Milena to help her. Although her breasts seem to be full of milk, she doesn't seem to know how to squeeze her nipples properly. Milena hugs her from behind, grasps both nipples and milks her while she lectures the whole class about the tips and tricks.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 5>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student with quite big breasts steps forward as if to let Milena know she is ready. As she continues to squeeze her nipples with shy moans, she suddenly starts to squirt milk in Milena's face.
</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 6>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student stands out with her breasts that look like they are filled with milk. You can see the white drops oozing from the nipple, even though she is not touching them. Milena clings to her tit and passionately sucks it. Milena, who normally tries to explain everything she does, drinks her milk recklessly. Even though student tries to hold back, watching how much she enjoys it turns you on too.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 7>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student stands out with her breasts that look like they are filled with milk. You can see the white drops oozing from the nipple, even though she is not touching them. Milena clings to her tit and passionately sucks it. Milena, who normally tries to explain everything she does, drinks her milk recklessly. Even though student tries to hold back, watching how much she enjoys it turns you on too.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk8.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 8>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student says she wants to squirt milk on Milena's huge tits. Milena cheerfully uncovers her breasts and approaches the student. As she proudly watches the milk squirting onto her breast, other students suck the milk flowing from Milena's breast.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk9.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 9>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student stands out with her breasts that look like they are filled with milk. You can see the white drops oozing from the nipple, even though she is not touching them. Milena approaches and starts milking her with her skilful hands. In a short time, milk drips all over Milena's face. You'd like to lick all the milk off her face.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk10.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $milk === 10>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student stands out with her breasts that look like they are filled with milk. You can see the white drops oozing from the nipple, even though she is not touching them. Milena clings to her tit and passionately sucks it. Milena, who normally tries to explain everything she does, drinks her milk recklessly. Even though student tries to hold back, watching how much she enjoys it turns you on too.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/milk/milk11.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Everyone is eager to show their efforts to Milena. But few can actually produce enough milk to squirt. You try too, but you can't produce more than a few drops.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> ⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</n3></b>
<<if $controlMilena gte 3>>\
<center>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(m)]]</center>
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 4 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 7 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $tits === 10 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -25 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +15</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $milenaCorruption += 1>>\
<<if $Mprivate lte 18>>\
<<set $Mprivate += 1>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $energy -= 25>>\
<<if $lust lte 85>>\
<<set $lust += 15>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 85>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlMilena += 1>>\
<<set $tits += 1>>\<<set $sucking to random(14)>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Milena looks at the class with a proud expression on her face.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena2.jpg"><b><mi1> I've shown you everything I can at the fundamental level. From now on, your practice and efforts will shape your progress. Take your time! It's your first year here and you haven't even settled in your own dormitories yet.
You don't have to have a big breast! You don't have to produce litres of milk! But you have to be proud of yourself! From now on these lessons will be much more flexible. It would only be nonsense to confine you to demanding standards from your first year. Enlarge your breasts as much as you can, share your progress with each other, come and explore my tits as you like! Focus on having fun and enjoying yourself. It will help your growth tremendously!</mi1></b></div>\
<<if $sucking === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena seems a little surprised by the two Succubus, who are frantically squeezing and sucking her tits. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/sucking/sucking1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $sucking === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena seems to be enjoying the situation with her head thrown back with slight moans.There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/sucking/sucking2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $sucking === 2>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena seems to be enjoying the situation with playing with her hair. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/sucking/sucking3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $sucking === 3>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena grabs them both by the head and presses them even harder against her huge tits. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/sucking/sucking4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%">
<</if>>\
<<if $sucking === 4>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Milena tells the two students to crouch down. Then she starts to play with them, gently smacking her huge tits in their faces. Both students seem eager to get a taste of her nipples. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/milena/sucking/sucking5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<</if>>\
<<if $sucking === 5>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> A student ecstatically rubs her face against Milena's huge breast. One breast alone is bigger than the student's head. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Milena bends over two students lying on the ground. Her enormous breasts are large enough to completely cover the faces of both students. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena seems to be enjoying the situation. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Milena is almost attacking a student with her tits. The poor student is stunned by the boobs hitting her head left and right. You wish you were her. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Milena tells the two students to crouch down. Then she starts to play with them, gently smacking her huge tits in their faces. Both students seem eager to get a taste of her nipples. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While Milena's tit is being licked by a student, she plays with her tit and tells her what she can improve. You don't think the student hears her. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A student ecstatically rubs her face against Milena's huge breast. One breast alone is bigger than the student's head. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Two students passionately sucking Milena's tits. Milena seems to be enjoying the situation. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A student gets behind Milena and lifts one of her breasts while another student squirts milk on her breasts. Milena seems content. There is chaos in the classroom, and everyone is having a good time with each other's tits. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> ⛓️ Milena's Corruption Increased</n3></b>
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<b><n3> 🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>🎯 Your capacity to enlarge your breasts has increased. You can check the changes in the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -25 </e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +15</n1></b>
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<b><n3>What you do during class is not in vain. You feel more in control of your power. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You pay attention to the lesson and listen to Milena. </n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>Firstly, your Lust Energy isn't limitless. Especially a young Succubus like you can reach that limit very quickly. It is also easy to recognise when you reach this limit.
So what happens if you try to use more energy when you have almost none left? The first and most likely outcome is to faint. A second possible outcome is that you somehow produce the energy you need and then pass out. However, uncontrollably trying to exceed your limits will do you more harm than good.
Well, let's say you're in an emergency. Let's say it's a life-or-death situation. If your exhausted body cannot produce that energy, you will die. How should you proceed in this case? Your circumstances and emotions at the time will determine what course of action you will take. If you are in a state of terror but in a fight or flight dilemma you choose to fight or are forced to fight, you will only go as far as your survival instinct will allow you to go.
When you are in this special zone, which you don't want to be in, your brain removes all your limitations. All precautions to protect you from harm will be removed. Since one of these precautions is loss of consciousness, you are less likely to faint until the danger disappears. You feel no pain, your body is filled with power. Perhaps you will be able to produce more Lust Energy than you produced that day within a few minutes.
Even in the scenario in which you overcome this danger by this way, the risk you are in will still be there. Because after this limited period of feeling invincible, you will feel absolutely awful. You will probably fall into a very long sleep and your whole body will writhe in aches and pains for days. If you couldn't get to safety in that short period of time, you will die anyway. This special and narrow zone cannot be accessed at will. So don't ever think of it as a wild card. It's a tragic situation that I hope none of you will ever have to experience. If you are caught in a life or death situation, you must always choose to run! Especially a young Succubus, who has not yet developed the techniques she can rely on, must use all the energy she can gain to escape. And if you freeze, we can assume you're already dead...
So what can you do if you need to produce Lust when you are not in that serious situation? The most effective thing you can do is to arouse your body. Stimulating your most sensitive part, with as much energy as you can muster in your hand, will make it easier for you to produce Lust. However, if you use this method without any practice, you may not get as effective a result as you expect. It can be quite difficult to feel pleasure when you are experiencing various emotions. While masturbating, think about how much pleasure you feel can decrease even with a momentary distraction of your mind. Respect the limits of your body unless absolutely necessary. In some cases, these limits can be pushed in a controlled manner, but you need to be aware of what you are doing. Or supervised by someone who knows what they are doing.
Trying to supply your own energy to a Succubus that has used up all its energy will not work either. On the contrary, you will probably put her body under even greater stress. The ability to transfer your own energy to another Succubus flawlessly is a rare gift in itself.
In our lives, where we face fewer and fewer serious risks, there is only one thing you need to do. Resting your body and giving it the opportunity to recover. If you have already reached the limit of not being able to produce any more energy, this is the point where you should stop. While you are resting, you are actually evolving into a much more powerful Succubus than you were before. Just not at a rate you can realise in the short term. So be conscious and careful. These matters are not a joke.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You pay attention to the lesson and listen to Milena. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>As you all know, your signs show which part of your body is more dominant. Gathering Lust Energy in these areas and using it in various ways feels more comfortable and natural. So what do you need to do if you want to improve in an area that your body is not inclined to? To put it very simply, what you need to do is to practice and acclimatise your body.
But you can all guess that already. Is there a shortcut? Well, there is, although I wouldn't recommend it. Not because it is a method that will harm your body, but because it will accustom your body to an incorrect approach. Let's say you're not a Jupiter and you want to enlarge your breasts. In fact, almost all of you can make your tits as big as I can. But how long can you hold that for? A few seconds? Half a minute? Even the best of you won't last more than a few minutes. And by the end, you'll be out of breath, all drained.
How can you achieve this result, even if it is a temporary and unreliable method? By gathering as much Lust Energy as you can in your predisposed part, and transferring it to your target point. At first, you may think, ‘What's the harm in this method, I can achieve the desired result in this way too’. Let me explain why this method should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
Firstly, as you transfer the energy you have gathered from one part of your body to another, you will waste energy in between. You will not be able to carry all the energy you could gather. Secondly, it may not be counted as a disadvantage in every scenario, but it will take considerably longer. The last and most important reason is that you will put a strain on your body and you will make very little progress. I mentioned that it won't do any harm to your body. It won't do any serious harm, but that doesn't change the fact that you will be more tired than you are supposed to be. And it will hardly improve you at all.
When does it make sense to use this method? It is an excellent method to use in an emergency, perhaps when you do not have enough strength in your arms or legs. Even the most powerful Succubuses resort to this method from time to time. After all, the body part indicated by your sign always feels more comfortable and natural.
For example, I can maintain my breasts at this size without any effort. However, in an emergency, I can enlarge my breasts as much as I can and suddenly transfer this energy to my arms for a temporary boost of strength. Most Succubus do this at much lower scales without even realising it. But if you want your breasts to be bigger continuously, you have to learn to concentrate the energy itself in your breasts. This requires long-term practice. So unless there is an emergency, you need to train yourself to be able to gather Lust Energy in the area you want to develop, rather than transfer your energy. I hope I was able to tell the difference.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi greets you with a shy smile. She seems excited to see you. And you're glad to see her. She doesn't seem to know about the threads that appeared on your lips on the way back to your room.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Hello $name. I'm glad you're here. Do you have anything on your mind? We could take a walk around campus if you want. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> If you couldn't sense her thoughts through Sun, you'd think she was uncomfortable with you being in her room. It's a bit weird that she offered to get out the moment you arrived. But you can sense that she's actually too excited to be in her room with you, so she wants to step out.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Sure. I didn't have anything in mind. I just wanted to see you. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She giggles shyly. Then she takes your hand and you walk out together. Sun's just as excited as you two. She's intrigued by the possibility that Lexi has a technique she doesn't even know about.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The height difference between you and Lexi is magnified by the heels she's wearing. You walk slowly out of the dormitory with her. It's nice and sunny outside. You want to talk to her about the threads that appeared on your lip. But you don't know how to get to the point. With the warmth on your sign, you hear Sun's voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>These threads definitely appeared after you kissed her, and Lexi was the source. But she seems unaware of it.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're trying to start a conversation on a somewhat mundane topic.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I hope you're doing better. You look beautiful by the way... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You couldn't quite decide what to say and you feel like your compliment sounded awkward. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Thank you... You look beautiful, too. Yeah, I'm doing better. That day was a bit extra anyway. I'm feeling much better. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can feel that she has the same concerns as you. Why is it so hard to find a conversation topic! Maybe you should just get straight to the point.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You speak calmly. Since you don't know how she will react, you don't want to create an unnecessary expectation on her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Since you cannot predict her reaction, it would be better to explain it slowly. Still, you can see you've created an expectation on Lexi. She looks at you intently with her blue eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Sure, I'm listening. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Something happened after we left that day. I think you might have done something to me without realising it. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi tilts her head slightly. The smile she's trying to hide is much wider now.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Yeah, I like you, too, actually. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You suddenly stop and look at Lexi in surprise. When Lexi noticed your reaction, she stops too. With her eyes open and her neck tense, she lets out a high-pitched scream and puts her hands in front of her face.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> You were going to say something else! </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's really embarrassed right now. And you can feel her considering running away.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You gently hold her arm. She looks at your face, wondering what you're going to say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I like you too.</n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>You do? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can feel the stiffness of her arm lessening. You hold her hand.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Of course I do. That's why I wanted to visit you. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She averts her eyes from yours. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she speaks in a hesitant voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>I mean, we rarely feel things like affection or love. Often our relationships are shaped by desire and lust. So maybe what you're feeling is closer to that.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> An accurate Succubus generalisation and a reasonable deduction. You put your hands to her cheeks and gently make her look at you. Her cheeks are on fire, revealing the emotions burning inside her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't think so. Ever since you approached me in class that day, something's different. You are right. I don't think I've ever felt love. Maybe things won't come to that between us too. But when you look at me, I can't figure out what to say. I'm babbling and I don't feel the way I normally do. I desire your body too, but it's not that simple. I want to get to know you more. I want to have a hand in your happiness...</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi puts her hand on yours and you both stare for a while without saying anything. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I don't mean to interrupt, but it might be nice to tell her what you were going to say in the first place. You already got her to do whatever you want without needing me right now.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Thanks to Sun's romantic comments, you're returning to reality much sooner than Lexi.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lexi slightly paces back and forth, not knowing what to do. She is dying of embarrassment. You're either gonna try to comfort her, or Lexi's probably gonna run away. Sun comments in a calm voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It's strange that she's so embarrassed about these things. She really likes you, and it's definitely for our benefit. There's a good chance you were her first kiss. I can sense that you like her, too. That's rare thing for a Succubus. Don't let her leave. She is only embarrassed.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You gently hold her arm. She looks at your face, wondering what you're going to say.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>There's no need to be embarrassed. I feel good around you too. I want to get to know you more. That's why I visited you today. And I have some news that might be very exciting for you. It's exactly the kind of thing you want to hear. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's clearly still feeling embarrassed, but your words certainly comforted her. You lead her to a nearby gazebo. Lexi seems much calmer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sit in a chair over there. Lexi prefers to stay standing. She's looking even taller right now. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> All right, I'm listening.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>So, after we left that day, there was a burning sensation on my lips and countless threads suddenly appeared. I couldn't fully test the effects because I plucked it right away, but I'm sure of one thing. Those threads were yours! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi's looking at you with an unreadable expression. She slowly places her fingers on her chest.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> I didn't do anything to you. Did you get hurt? I would never try to hurt you! I can't do such a thing anyway...</lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She thinks you're accusing her of something. Her expression right now is adorable. You can't help but smile.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, I mean, something happened when we kissed. Something about your technique, or, I don't know, something different from normal. Did you notice anything different about yourself? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lexi finally realised what you are talking about. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> No, I didn't feel a difference. Threads? Are you sure, $name? </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>With the reassurance that Sun gave you, you nod with a smile. Lexi sits next to you and looks into your eyes. You can see that her eyes are teary. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Are you really sure $name? Please don't give me any false hope. I can't handle it. Please... </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> These words sound familiar, but you don't know where. Your eyes get teary too and you nod your head again. Lexi covers her face and cries silently.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Yeah, I Was Going To Talk About Something Else3]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>A little while later, Lexi lifts her head. She sniffles and talks. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> You think it happened because we kissed. But it wasn't my first kiss.</lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You ask in confusion. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It was not? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She's shaking her head negatively. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>No. I told you that I tried a lot of things to help my caterpillar develop. I've had close interactions with different Succubuses many times. I've made them try many things without telling them the real reason. But nothing happened. I kept asking them over time, but they never mentioned anything strange or different.</lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She's not lying! A doubt creeps in. Did you really give her false hope? Sun interrupts your thoughts with a firm tone.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Ask her if she had any feelings for them. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> And did you have any feelings for any of these Succubuses? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lexi's shaking her head negatively again. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> No... I'm not proud of it, but it was all about me and my caterpillar. </lexi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'm sure the threads were Lexi's. Maybe it happened because you were the first Succubus she felt something for. It could be something we don't know yet. We should probably begin the experimentation phase.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You're holding Lexi's hands. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Maybe the kiss was not a cause but a consequence. Maybe it happened for no reason but it doesn't matter! I believe you! Are you with me? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Lexi giggles and speaks in an excited voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Are you kidding? Of course I'm with you. And you're trying to do what's best for me. I want to go all the way with you, even if it leads nowhere. Thank you!</lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She hugs you. You don't know how to feel. She thinks you're trying to help her for nothing in return. You're actually trying to help yourself, just like she was trying to help her caterpillar. </n3></b>
[[Continue|Yeah, I Was Going To Talk About Something Else4]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> As your hug ends, Lexi speaks, unable to look you in the eye.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>I know it sounds selfish, but... Can we start this another day? And in one of our rooms. Kissing in public is a bit... I know we're in a Succubus academy, but it's a bit... And I need to prepare. </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You won't have to force her. Besides, it's in your favour too. You wouldn't have a problem with it being today, but you can wait.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Of course it's okay. However you want... </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>I certainly owe Mistress Milena a huge thank you... </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Although she is taller, her head is on your shoulder, you sit for a while. You hope you didn't somehow give Lexi false hope. You kept talking sure, but your only reassurance was Sun. You're curious to see where this goes from here.</n3></b>
[[🚪Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You hold Lexi's hand and lead her to a nearby gazebo. You sit in a chair over there. Lexi prefers to stay standing. She's looking even taller right now.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/lexi/talk1/5.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> All right, I'm listening.</lexi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>So, after we left that day, there was a burning sensation on my lips and countless threads suddenly appeared. I couldn't fully test the effects because I plucked it right away, but I'm sure of one thing. Those threads were yours! </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lexi's looking at you with an unreadable expression. She slowly places her fingers on her chest.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> I didn't do anything to you. Did you get hurt? I would never try to hurt you! I can't do such a thing anyway...</lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She thinks you're accusing her of something. Her expression right now is adorable. You can't help but smile.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, I mean, something happened when we kissed. Something about your technique, or, I don't know, something different from normal. Did you notice anything different about yourself? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lexi finally realised what you are talking about. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> No, I didn't feel a difference. Threads? Are you sure, $name? </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>With the reassurance that Sun gave you, you nod with a smile. Lexi sits next to you and looks into your eyes. You can see that her eyes are teary. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Are you really sure $name? Please don't give me any false hope. I can't handle it. Please... </lexi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> These words sound familiar, but you don't know where. Your eyes get teary too and you nod your head again. Lexi covers her face and cries silently.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Yeah, I Was Going To Talk About Something Else3]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomiroom3.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
<<set $photos to random(9) >>\
<center><<if $photos === 0 and $photo13 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="hitomi4"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 3 and $photo14 ===0 >>\<a data-passage="brittany6"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a><</if>>\
<<if $photos === 5 and $photo15 ===0 >>\[<a data-passage="milena4"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a>
<</if>></center>\
<<if $hasrated === 0>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Hitomi Greets You|roomRating]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiHelp1 === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> [[Take Hitomi's Advice|HitomiAdvice]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<set $strip to random(9)>>\
<<if $strip === 0 and $hitomiBra === 1>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> After class, you see Hitomi takes off her bra. She must be preparing for you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/braoff.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $strip === 1 and $hitomiBra === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You enter the room. Hitomi carefully stares at her breasts in front of the mirror and plays with them. She didn't notice you yet. How cute! </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/mirror1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $strip === 3 and $hitomiBra === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You hear voices from inside and take a little peek before enter. Hitomi is changing. No bra, just like you said. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/shirt1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%">
<</if>>\
<<if $strip === 5 and $hitomiBra === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You hear voices from inside and take a little peek before enter. Hitomi is changing. No bra, just like you said. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/strip1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
<</if>>\
<<if $strip === 7 and $hitomiBra === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>After class, you see Hitomi takes off her bra. She must be preparing for you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/hitomistripping.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
<</if>>\
<<if $strip === 9 and $hitomiBra === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You see Hitomi trying to zip up her dress. But her breasts seem to have another plan. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/zipper1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<</if>>\
<<if $hasrated === 1>>\
<a data-passage="hitomiCorrupt"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/spend1.jpg" width="450px" height="150px" class="rounded-image center"></a>
<</if>>\
<center><b><hi1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</hi1></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/hitomipics/hitomipic4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%" >
<center><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo13 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/brittanypics/brittanypic6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="25%">
<center><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo14 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/milenapics/milenapic4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="25%" >
<center><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo15 to 1>>\
<<set $photoRemain -= 1 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You're looking at a dazzlingly bright room. Almost all the furniture is furry or has something furry on it.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>Oh! Hello $name! Welcome to my room! You are always welcomed. What do you think about my room? </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Well, it is very... Fancy. </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Hitomi claps her hands happily.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> I'm so glad you liked it! If there's anything you dislike, please let me know. I'll be more than happy to improve it.</hi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Your eyes slowly adjust to the radiance of the room. Sun speaks to your mind in a calm voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>She has a nature that needs external validation. Or maybe she acquired this later in life. She's going to seek this approval anyway. It wouldn't be that bad to mutually help each other out. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> What Sun said doesn't sound so unreasonable. Perhaps she's twisting the facts a little to manipulate you, but still her words really reassure you.</n3></b>
[[Spend Time With Hitomi|hitomiCorrupt]]
</div>\
</div></center>\<<if $hitomiBra === 0>>\
<img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomiRoom1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiBra === 1>>\
<img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomiRoom2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<</if>>\
<center><<if $hitomiCorruption gte 4 and $hitomiBra === 0 >>\
<a data-passage="noBra"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomiorder1.jpg" width="450px" height="150px" class="rounded-image center"></a>
<</if>>\
<<if $hasrated === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="questions"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomicontrol1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $energy gte 35>>\
<<if $hitomiCorruption gte 1 and $hasrated === 1 >>\
<center><a data-passage="control"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/hitomicontrol1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiBra === 1 >>\
<center><a data-passage="grope"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/makehergrope1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $oil === 1>>\
<center><a data-passage="oilgroping"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/oilygrope1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiCorruption gte 8 >>\
<center><a data-passage="groping"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/gropeher1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<<if $hitomiCorruption gte 12 >>\
<center><a data-passage="breastfeed1"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/feedher1.jpg" width="350px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $energy lt 35 >>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><h2><n3> You Don't Have Enough Energy!</n3></h2></b></div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>></center>
<<if $hasrated === 1>>
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/return2.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/returnhitomi1.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a></n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<set $dialogue1 to 1>>\<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>We will proceed step by step and here goes the first step. Tell her not to wear a bra after class. She's in some kind of state of trance right now.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Hey Hitomi! We are friends aren't we? Can I ask you for something? </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Hitomi's staring at you with empty eyes. Her lips curl slightly and her eyebrows contract sorrowfully.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>Do you really think of me as a friend? Please tell me! Whatever you want! </hi1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>When we spend time together, I don't want you to wear a bra. And if possible, wear something see-through. </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Hitomi smiles, maintaining her blank stare. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1> Of course, my friend! </hi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Without hesitation, she takes off her bra. Then she looks at you with a shy smile on her face.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/hitomi/strip/hitomistripping.webp" class=center width="45%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>Is it better? </hi1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You can't take your eyes off her huge tits.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Yeah, much better. Thank you, my friend. </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It's interesting that a newcomer can keep her breasts this big. Even for a Jupiter, that's not an easy thing to achieve.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You continue chatting with Hitomi's breasts exposed through her see-through blouse. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<center><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/return2.jpg" width="340px" height="120px" class="rounded-image "></a></center>
<<set $hitomiBra to 1>>\
<<if $lust lte 65>>\
<<set $lust += 35>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 65>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> While chatting with Hitomi you hear Sun's voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> While you talk, I'll deal with her. Actually, she's a lot stronger than I first thought. But she trusts you and doesn't realize her potential. We must not let this potential go waste.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> You were able to get Brittany under your control. How difficult can she be? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It's more complicated than that and remember how tired you were. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Still, I'm not sure about all this. My mood is changing very fast recently. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Like I said, your mind and body are trying to get used to me and my powers. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Because of that I'm not sure. Do I want these things too or is it just you? Do I have a spirit animal of my own? Are you an invader or what? What are you, exactly? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I understand your feelings. I literally do. I'm feeling it right now. Let's talk about that later. You will learn the details over time and you will understand why it should be that way. You can just leave. We'll continue when you feel better. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b></div></div></center>\
<<set $monologue2 to 1>>\
<<set $hasrated to 1>>\<<if $notToday1 ===0>>\
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<b><n3>You don't want to continue today. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/return2.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/returnhitomi1.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a></n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<if $notToday1 ===1>>\
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<b><n3>You are chatting with Hitomi. You feel your sign warming up as you speak. </n3></b>
<b><c1>⛓️ Hitomi's Corruption Increased</c1></b>
<center><b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -35 </e1></b></center>
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<<set $hitomiCorruption += 1>>\
<<set $energy -= 35>>\
<<if $controlcounter === 2 and $newContent === 0>>\
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<b><n3>You're overwhelmed with a very strange sensation. You get shivers down your spine and for a brief moment your ears ring. </n3></b>
<center><a data-passage="watched1"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/angelaspy1.jpg" width="450px" height="140px" class="rounded-image "></a></center></div>\
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<</if>>\
<<if $controlHitomi gte 3>>\
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<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(h)]] </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlcounter += 1>>
<<set $controlHitomi += 1>><<set $oilygrope to random(2) >>\
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<b><n3> You pour the massage oil on Hitomi's huge breasts. Her breasts look amazing under her red swimsuit. Hitomi spreads the oil nicely. As you keep adding the oil, you tell Hitomi to lift her tits up. On her first few attempts she is able to hold her tits up for a few seconds, but as you add more oil, it gets more difficult.</n3></b></div>\
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<<if $oilygrope === 0 >><img src="gif/hitomi/oil/hitomioil1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%" >
<</if>>\
<<if $oilygrope === 1 >><img src="gif/hitomi/oil/hitomioil2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="65%" >
<</if>>\
<<if $oilygrope === 2 >><img src="gif/hitomi/oil/hitomioil3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="42%" >
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<b><n3>Each time her tit slips from her hand, the impact of the fall of her heavy tit jolts Hitomi. She keeps trying, even though she knows that her small hands won't be enough. Each time she tries, her huge tits slip out of her hands. Within a short time, these falls are starting to create a pleasure wave. Each time her tit slips from her hand, Hitomi's body contracts violently and a sharp cry of pleasure escapes her mouth. Hitomi doesn't even try to keep her tits up anymore. She lifts them up as high as she can and drops them roughly. With the oil bottle in your hand, leaning back, you enjoy the pleasure you're experiencing. It creates a much more full-body sensation of pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><c1>⛓️ Hitomi's Corruption Increased</c1></b>
<center><b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -35 </e1></b></center></n3></b></div>\
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<<if $controlcounter gt 4 and $caught === 0 and $newContent === 0>>\
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<b><n3> Same strange sensation! Someone is definitely watching you!</n3></b>
<center><a data-passage="dashtodoor1"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/angelaspy2.jpg" width="450px" height="140px" class="rounded-image "></a></center></div>\
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<</if>>\
<<if $controlHitomi gte 3>>\
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<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(h)]] </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<set $hitomiCorruption += 1>>\
<<set $energy -= 35>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
<<set $lust += 10>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 90>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\<<set $grope to random(3) >>\
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<b><n3>You're getting close to Hitomi. You give her a moment to see her reaction. Her breath deepens and she unconsciously pushes her chest forward. </n3></b>
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<<if $grope === 0 >><img src="gif/hitomi/groping/hitomigroping1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 1 >><img src="gif/hitomi/groping/hitomigroping2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 2 >><img src="gif/hitomi/groping/hitomigroping3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 3 >><img src="gif/hitomi/groping/hitomigroping4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
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<b><n3>You slowly move your hands closer to her tits. When you touch it, you get a wonderful warm sensation. You've been waiting a long time for this. They're softer than you imagined, but they're still so heavy. You want to bury your head and stay there for hours. Your fingers are starting to stir. First you squeeze her tits roughly. Hitomi throws her head back and lets out a small shriek.
You play with her tits, watching her cute reactions. You gently caress her nipples for a while, then you squeeze and pull them sharply. Her body openly communicates everything you make her feel. Every contraction, every moan, sticks in your skin like little needles. The bond between you is much stronger than in the beginning. Every move you make has a more palpable effect on your body. She's completely surrendered to your hands. Her trust in you is growing...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><c1>⛓️ Hitomi's Corruption Increased</c1></b>
<center><b><n1>💋 Lust: +15</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -35 </e1></b></center></n3></b></div>\
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<<if $controlHitomi gte 3>>\
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<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(h)]] </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<set $energy -= 35>>\
<<if $lust lte 85>>\
<<set $lust += 15>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 85>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlHitomi += 1>>
<<set $hitomiCorruption += 1>>\<<set $milk to random(6) >>\
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<b><n3>You both want to do more. You grab Hitomi's tit and bring your lips closer. Hitomi gently smooths your hair and presses her tits to your face. You start sucking her tits with increasing passion. You suck her nipples, you kiss her tits. They're so soft, you can't get enough of her and them. You feel a moisture in your mouth. Her tits can't resist any longer and start squirting their milk into your mouth.
Her milk is still leaking and you're drinking it. There's a strange feeling rising in your chest. It tingles and burns. You pull your lips away from Hitomi's milk-filled tits and realise that your breasts are growing uncontrollably. It's not you! Hitomi's milk not only turns you on, it makes your tits grow. It's a much more intense sensation than when you enlarged them in class. As your body convulses with moans of pleasure, you feel a cooling sensation on your burning breasts as they continue to grow.
</n3></b>
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<<if $milk === 0 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"> <</if>>\
<<if $milk === 1 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="60%"><</if>>\
<<if $milk === 2 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%"><</if>>\
<<if $milk === 3 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="32%"><</if>>\
<<if $milk === 4 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
<<if $milk === 5 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk6.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%"><</if>>\
<<if $milk === 6 >><img src="gif/hitomi/feed/hitomimilk7.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="50%"><</if>>\
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<b><n3>Hitomi's naughty lips begin to suck fiercely on your nipples. Before that, your body remained untouched. You always had to settle for the pleasure you felt through Hitomi. Your body, already at the edge, surrenders to Hitomi's lips. After a short time a strange and different feeling again! Hitomi's drinking something. The milk oozing from your tits! You feel like a Jupiter. You can cum solely through your tits and it feels like it could be enough for the rest of your life.
As you get used to the intensity of the pleasure you feel, you move your lips to Hitomi's tits too. You both play with each other's enlarged breasts. Since her breasts are also growing slowly, your enlarged breasts still looks small compared to hers. Encouraged by Sun's non-interference, you spend a long time with Hitomi. You both cum a few times, but both of your milk immediately resurrects your arousal. In the end, you're both soaking wet and happy. You didn't even remember your pussy. Both your tits were enough for everything. When you're resting on her bed, you cuddle and kiss softly for a while.</n3></b>
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<<if $hitomiEnd === 0>>\
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<b><cap><h3> End of the content for Beginning of the Corruption of Hitomi! There are more scenes of her, but spending time with her in her room is not the way to access them.</h3></cap></b></div>\
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3> <b><c1>⛓️ Hitomi's Corruption Increased</c1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -35 </e1></b></n3></b></div>\
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<<if $controlHitomi gte 3>>\
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<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(h)]] </n3></b>
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<</if>>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $energy -= 35>>\
<<if $lust lte 80>>\
<<set $lust += 20>>\
<<elseif $lust gt 80>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
<</if>>\
<<set $controlHitomi += 1>>
<<set $hitomiCorruption += 1>>\
<<set $hitomiEnd to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You sit on your bed with your head full of thoughts. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>I'm not sure if I want to continue this. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Listen to me! I saw your essence. You are capable of it. You can adapt to my powers and even develop it.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> But Hitomi sees me as her friend. Although I recieve pleasure, it means I'll be using Hitomi and others in the future.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun speaks in perhaps the most emotive tone since you've met. You can also sense that she's scared. Scared that you might actually give up.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Have you lost your mind? I guess I didn't explain enough. I wasn't trying to manipulate you when I said its a win-win scenario.
When a Succubus is under my influence, she produce more Lust Energy than usual. And this cannot reach a dangerous level unless I force them. Which means with you, they will taste pleasures they've never tasted before. And this controlled process will improve them greatly too.
Everyone has a side they don't show to the outside world. You will not harm them. You'll reward them. You will enable them to discover themselves and express themselves more freely. For some, pain is pleasure and you are the one who will give them what they want deep inside... What they need! Don't feel guilty. We're not doing anything wrong.
By the way, I got some news...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You notice that her mood has suddenly changed.</n3></b>
[[What is it?|spy]]
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<<set $monologue3 to 1>><div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Do you remember the Succubus in a latex suit that took you to your room on the first day? Lucy. You saw the big tits Succubus roaming the hall. I sensed Lucy's energy on her.</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So I wasn't being paranoid... </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> No, you weren't. She's observing you.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You bury your head in your pillow. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> We are already being watched. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There's nothing to worry about. At the moment, her only assignment is to report your movements. They're wondering if you're doing anything suspicious. Even if something happens, she won't be able to report it properly. She's a strong one, but her focus is weak.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You press your head into your pillow a little more. Hugging your pillow tightly, soothes you.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Who knows what else you are hiding from me. And even this is too much for me. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I told you everything about the current situation. We will be fine. Do you feel any better?</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Yeah I guess... I don't know. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It is normal to have ups and downs in the beginning. We have a lot of things to do. Don't worry, I'm here.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You lie in bed for a while. Being angry or worried about the situation won't change anything.</n3></b>
[[Return|DormRoom]]
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<<set $spy to 1>><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>Practicing with Hitomi is showing its effect. You feel more in control of your power. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><c1>⛓️ Control: +1</c1></b> </n3></b>
[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]
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<<set $control += 1>>\
<<set $controlHitomi -= 3>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You feel two eyes on you and look towards the door... No one in sight. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, what was that!?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I don't know. I couldn't distinguish who it was. She must have hidden her presence. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The sensation was absolutely unmistakable. You were definitely being watched. Sun must have noticed the uneasiness on you.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'll be more careful. You don't have to worry. If something's going on, we'll know soon. Anyway, let's move on, Hitomi is getting distracted.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You continue to talk to Hitomi with doubts in your mind. </n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/return2.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/returnhitomi1.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a></n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<set $watched to 1>>\<<set $grope to random(4) >>\
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<b><n3> You're undressing Hitomi slowly. With her huge tits hanging down, you have to hold yourself back from touching them. You start guiding her with your words. Hitomi starts to touch her breasts with a slight blush on her cheeks. First she rubs her nipples with her fingertips. It's like you feel that touch on your own body. Both of your nipples are getting hard.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<<if $grope === 0 >><img src="gif/hitomi/grope/hitomigrope1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 1 >><img src="gif/hitomi/grope/hitomigrope2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"> ><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 2 >><img src="gif/hitomi/grope/hitomigrope3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 3 >><img src="gif/hitomi/grope/hitomigrope4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"><</if>>\
<<if $grope === 4 >><img src="gif/hitomi/grope/hitomigrope5.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%"><</if>>\
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<b><n3>Her hands, which seem to be dwarfed by the size of her breasts, are getting bolder and bolder. Her shy little moans are getting louder and louder. Sometimes she looks at you furtively, but overall she seems too shy to make eye contact with you. Her every touch has an effect on your body. Not exactly on your breasts, but it's definitely very pleasurable and soothing.
As the heat on your sign increases, Hitomi's control over the size of her breasts becomes unstable. Suddenly her growing tit buries her hand completely. With Hitomi's sudden cry of pleasure, it returns to its original size and she gives you a furtive look. You are careful not to touch yourself at all, as Sun had advised you. All the pleasure you feel comes from the bond between you and Hitomi.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><c1>⛓️ Hitomi's Corruption Increased</c1></b>
<center><b><n1>💋 Lust: +10</n1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -35 </e1></b></center></n3></b></div>\
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<<if $gropeOil === 1 and $oil === 0>>\
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<b><n3>📌 You might wanna check your bathroom. </n3></b>
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<<if $controlcounter gt 4 and $caught === 0 and $newContent === 0>>\
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<b><n3> Same strange sensation! Someone is definitely watching you!</n3></b>
<center><a data-passage="dashtodoor1"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/angelaspy2.jpg" width="450px" height="140px" class="rounded-image "></a></center></div>\
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<b><n3>[[✊ Increase Your Control|IncreaseControl(h)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Return|hitomiCorrupt]]
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
[[🎀 Return To Hitomi's Room|hitomiroom]]</n3></b>
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<<set $hitomiCorruption += 1>>\
<<set $energy -= 35>>\
<<if $lust lte 90>>\
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<<elseif $lust gt 90>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
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<b><n3>Your body's lunging for the door like a wild animal. You're not gonna let it get away this time! You reach the door and standing in front of you is the Succubus in the hallway, her body covered in a Latex Suit. Despite being right in front of you, you can vaguely feel her presence. She starts shouting in a reproachful voice. To hear what she's saying, you have to give it your full concentration.</n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> Here you go! I will get punished because of you. Why would you sprint to the door?! Oh My GOD! You would get summoned soon anyway. Mistress Lucy said that no one would notice me if I wear this. How did you fucking notice me?</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes a step to the right and does an imitation, changing her voice, as if she were speaking to herself. It is a rather firm voice with a calm tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaRight"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1><i>"I'm counting on you this time, Angela. Don't mess it up like the previous ones."</i></ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She returns back to her first location and speaks with disappointment. </n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> She was counting on me. Not again... Even with the special suit she gave me, I couldn't pull it off...</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even while listening to Angela, you lost focus 3-4 times. You can't sense her as easily as at the beginning. Maybe it's all possible because of Sun. By the way, where is she? The heat in your sign is completely gone. You frown and start shouting back at her.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What do you think you're doing huh? You're the one spying on me! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You stop for a second and making sure you are still looking at her. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>And you're yelling at me because I caught you? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> Yes, that's why I'm yelling! There's no way you could sense my... Wait a second!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A triumphant smile spreads across her face as if she has realised something. </n3></b>
[[Continue|dashtodoor2]]
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<b><n3> She brings her hands to her hips and continues to speak with her chest stretched out.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/angela/angelalatex2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="38%">
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>You weren't supposed to notice me. So this confirms Mistress Lucy's suspicions. Something is off with you. Heh... Maybe I'm not a failure after all. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She extends her hand towards you and a white snake appears. </n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>Smell it well, Milkie. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The snake's tongue sticks out and swings back and forth then goes back in. After doing this a few more times, it fades to disappear. </n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>This should be enough. See you soon. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns and walks away while muttering herself. </n3></b>
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<div class="AngelaLeft"><b>Angela</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> Hehe! Of course I'm not a failure, she can trust me. No problem. Noo problem at all!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You froze when you realize what you did. You ran to the door without a second thought. And Sun left you alone. You made that lunge counting on her. As your stress levels rise steadily, the warmth comes back to your sign.</n3></b>
[[Continue|dashtodoor3]]
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<b><n3>While trying to calm down, you go back inside. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly. Lucy is much more prepared than I expected.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Although you feel relieved that Sun is back, your panic still remains. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Where were you? I've fucked it up everything. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It was an inevitable encounter. But running towards her was somewhat unexpected and I say this as someone who can read your mind.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So it's not that bad? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Could have been better but we can manage... I hope... Just know that my hiding gave us a big trump card. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While talking to Sun in your mind, you suddenly startle with the voice you hear. Hitomi asks you with a highly concerned expression and tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>$name are you okay? </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You forgot all about Hitomi for a moment. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yeah I'm okay. I had a little argument. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Hitomi continues in a much more worried tone. </n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi1.jpg"><b><hi1>With... Who? </hi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Right, no one perceived her. So I just shouted into empty space. I hope no one saw it. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Don't bother I got this, She won't remember what just happenned.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/return2.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a><a data-passage="hitomiroom"><img src="img/rooms/hitomiRoom/returnhitomi1.jpg" width="350px" height="110px" class="rounded-image "></a></n3></b>
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<b><n3>You tell Hitomi that you want to talk to her about something and she sits on her bed and stares at you with interest. She looks so cute. </n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>What did you want to talk about? </hi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Umm... You know Mistress Milena's private lessons, right? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She slowly nods in the affirmative. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> We're working on breast enlargement, but it's a bit difficult to control. Since you're Jupiter, I thought you could give me some advice and... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Hitomi is lying on her bed listening attentively, she suddenly interrupts you with excitement. </n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi8.jpg"><b><hi1>And you want my help? </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She claps her hands happily and slowly stands up from her bed. </n3></b>
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1> I'd be happy to help! I knew my elite breast control would come in handy one day!</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|HitomiAdvice2]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After putting on the cloak and necklace, you start following the yellow lights. It is harder to spot them in daylight. Still, you can follow it without much difficulty.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The weather is beautiful and it's pleasant to walk in the forest. However, the fact that you have no idea what to expect prevents you from enjoying all this potential serenity.</n3></b>
[[Continue|latexdungeonpreparation(1.5)]]
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<b><n3> After a fifteen to twenty minute walk, the yellow lights disappear. There is a huge temple in front of you. Two figures stand on the entrance consisting of two huge columns. Some places are covered with ivy. Huge stones close its door. Getting in and out seems impossible. You have to lift your head completely to see top of it. You feel tiny in front of this sight.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You put your hands on your waist and look at the temple entrance where it seems impossible to enter.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Okay, it was dark, but I'm pretty sure we didn't enter from here. What will we do now? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun doesn't seem to be sure either. She speaks in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> They said you needed the necklace to enter. Try to hold it in your hand. Maybe you feel a pull in a direction.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The moment you touch the necklace, another string of light appears in front of your eyes. This one is made of green spots and seems to be heading towards the rear of the temple. </n3></b>
[[Follow The Lights|latexdungeon(1)]]
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<b><n3> Green light leads you to a door. The whole place is covered with moss and ivy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are approaching the door. A symbol on the door gets brighter as you get closer.
<img src="img/lucy/sunRune.png" class=center width="30%">
When you touch the doorknob, you hear the sound you heard on your previous visit. It's like a dozen stone locks are unlocking one by one. It feels like getting in here was a lot easier than you expected. Anyone with this cloak and necklace can get in. Having both of these things, you wonder whether you have become a target for someone. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There are a lot of check marks before that stage. So no, you will not be a target because of that. But you will be for some other reasons. Just from what Mel said, we can understand that the break-ins don't intimidate them. Lucy can't be the only thing that gives them that confidence. At least that's what I think.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You push the door open and walk in.</n3></b>
[[Continue|latexdungeon(1.5)]]
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<b><n3>No one seems to be around. And you hear flutters and struggles from a passage. Well, you were told you can enter anywhere as long as you are able to.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Lucy Is Waiting For You|summerDebut]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start walking to Lexi's room. You're a bit excited. You wish you could hide this from Sun. Although Sun is kind of excited too. For a different reason than you, though. She is more interested in the contribution she can bring to your development.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> What exactly are we going to do today?</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>First of all, we aim for her to be able to recreate those threads. Then, instead of tearing them off, we will let them absorb energy from you in a controlled way. I will observe the effects of this process on you and her. The more you can immerse yourself in the moment, the better I can analyze it. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your cheeks are getting slightly red.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>I see... </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You arrive at Lexi's doorstep.</n3></b>
[[Knock On The Door|lexikiss2]]
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<b><n3>The door opens and Lexi greets you with an excited smile. You didn't get a chance to examine her room the last time. It is a very elegant room, with black walls and large rose prints on the ceiling. Because of the color choices, the room feels smaller than it is, but at the same time it feels much more comfortable. Combined with the elegance of black, you get a much more cozy feeling than you expected.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lexi gestures that you can sit wherever you want and you sit on her bed. She locks the door and walks in front of you with slow, skipping steps.</n3></b>
[[Continue|lexikiss3]]
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<b><n3>Holding the end of her long skirt, she waves it around sweetly. You both know more or less what's going to happen. But everything is progressing much more coquettishly than usual.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Welcome $name... How are you today? What's on your mind? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[💞 Give a Flirty Answer]]
[[💋 Give a More Result-Orientated Answer]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> </n3></b>
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MC:
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> </a1></b></div>\
LEXI1:
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> </lexi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lexi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> </lexi1></b></div>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You're lying on her bed with a smile on your face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't know, didn't have any plans. Maybe we could take a walk outside, what do you say? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi sits gently on the edge of the bed. She seems to get the vibe from your tone. She answers back in a flirty tone.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Hmm... Maybe another time. What else you got? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You clasp your hands behind your head.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Maybe we could get something to eat. The dining hall wouldn't be crowded at this hour. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi lies next to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Maybe we can think of something we can stay in the room for a while?</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can feel her body approaching you. Your lips slowly meet. She is much more hesitant and soon you are the one leading the kiss.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She's wearing a cherry lip balm. Hair hair smells wonderful. Clean and soothing. Both your hands are roaming each other's bodies. You caress her long legs through her long skirt. You let yourself be in the moment and act how you want to act.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sit up in bed and start undressing each other. Those few seconds you can't kiss her, you're scorching inside. Soon you find your pace and things get much slower and more passionate. Your sign feels warm. Sun is probably taking care of the rest.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You realize that you wanted this from the first moment you saw her. Lexi asks between kisses that interrupt her words.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>You mentioned... Threads... Any change with your... Lips? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You talk in the same way, with kisses intervening.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Do you want me to... Stop and... Check? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi answers without hesitation.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>No! If something's... gonna happen... It'll happen. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> At some moments you make eye contact and giggle and continue. Looks like you're not just going to kiss today.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your kisses begin to slide from her lips to her neck. Slowly you make your way down. Lexi contentedly stretches her neck and relaxes her body. Having made a short pass from her neck to her shoulders, you suddenly pull your head back with a stinging sensation.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You focus your eyes on your lips. Threads! And this time there seem to be a lot more of them.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> They're trying to absorb Lust Energy from you. I was able to suppress it this time as I knew what was going to happen. Now we will follow the situation in a controlled manner. If you're ready, I'll stop suppressing the threads.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi's waiting for an answer. You explain the situation to her briefly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> The threads appeared again. Right now they're suppressed and they can't do anything. I'm gonna release them and see what happens, okay? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi gets serious and straightens her posture. Then she nods at you. She must be the most anxious and excited one here. Then you give Sun your approval. You can tell it's started by the slight burning and numbness on your lips.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are both sitting on the bed looking at each other. The burning sensation on your lips has increased a little, but nothing else changed. You felt much more effect the last time. You're examining Lexi at the same time. Nothing seems to have changed with her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Something is different. Ask her what she did after she went into her room that day. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What did you do after you went into your room that day? Did anything happen different from usual? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When Lexi momentarily glances down, Sun suddenly speaks excitedly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>She masturbated! She masturbated after she went into her room! For the threads to be activated, she must be experiencing pleasure!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start crawling toward Lexi. A small smile forms on your face. You ask her in a soft tone.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Were you doing something naughty? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi's shy smile answers your question. Which you didn't need an answer anyway. You take her gently by the shoulders and lay her on the bed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take off her skirt. No panties underneath. She's recently shaved. Maybe this morning. Her flawless and puffy pussy looks incredible. You rub a finger on her wet pussy. Her lower body twitches and she averts her gaze. You move closer to her and rub your finger over her lips.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You didn't tell me that when I asked for details about that day. That's a very important detail. Why did you hide it? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi answers in a quiet voice, not making eye contact. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> I was embarrassed $name... I'm sorry.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The sensation on your lips begins to spread to your face. It feels strange to feel something like a burning and numbing pleasure on your face. You gently kiss her lips, which you cover with her own pussy juice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>That's okay. Let's start testing now. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You continue to rub your finger on her pussy lips. Sun still hasn't made a comment. And you feel like the sensation on her lips hasn't increased for a while. Lexi's not as relaxed as she was when you were kissing. She is curious and probably a little worried about what will happen.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>How's it going? Any change for you? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's probably best if you shift her focus away from this. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Just focus on what you're feeling right now. Take a deep breath in and out. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As Lexi exhales, you insert two fingers into her pussy. Lexi lets out a little cry of surprise and then giggles. She lies fully on her back on the bed and takes a few more deep breaths.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're very curious about what's going to happen too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your vision dimmed a few times, but you're still conscious. You need to make Lexi cum as soon as possible. Otherwise, you don't know how long you're gonna last on your own. And you feel like Sun isn't helping you much to observe everything. You move your head closer and slowly lick her wet pussy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lexi's legs tremble with this sudden change of pace. She seems to have closed her eyes, able to focus only on what she is feeling. For the first time you lost consciousness for a second. You need to speed up! You press your mouth to her pussy and eat her with all the strength you can find.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can still recognize that you are still in motion, but your senses feel very numb. It seems like Lexi is saying something but you can't even understand it. After a short while you feel a pull. Lexi puts her hand on the back of your head and presses down hard as she continues to squirm. You don't recognize it, but she's cumming. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Something's going on. Probably you fainted, but you're not sure. Something is being taken from you with a ripple in the deepest part of your soul. But it's not a forced ripping away. It's like an embraced detachment from the slow lapping of the waves of the sea.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Only the colors are before your eyes and it feels like you are starting to ascend again from the deepest depths. The colors change one by one as the feeling of rising rapidly in an elevator intensifies. Pink, purple, red, blue, black, gray and white...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Someone is shaking your body. You open your eyes in sweat. Lexi's panicked and tear-stained face greets you. When you open your eyes, she hugs you with great relief. Her voice is muffled but you can understand what she is saying.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>$name! I was so scared! I thought something happened to you. You didn't wake up even when I shook you! Are you okay?</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It seems you were unconscious for a while. You try to focus on how you're feeling. It feels... weird, apart from the fatigue. You try to put on a convincing smile and talk.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm fine, Lexi. I'm only tired, but I'm fine, don't worry. How are you? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lexi briefly focuses on her body, opens and closes her hands and looks at you with surprised eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>I... I feel amazing! I have a lot of energy and a clear mind! It's like waking up from a perfect night's sleep, a perfect breakfast and then a coffee. Even then I don't feel this good. </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her astonishment continues to grow. She stands up and takes a few steps, swings her arms and jumps in place. She turns to you with even more astonished eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>I feel... perfect! I feel so alive for the first time in my life. Do you all feel like this all the time? The threads! The threads you mentioned did this? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You slowly sit up in bed. After the warmth on your sign, you start listening to Sun. She doesn't sound excited or happy at all.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>All my predictions were wrong. She is not a big stepping stone in your progress. On the contrary, she needs someone else's progress for her own evolution. Those threads took a lot more than your energy. You have to stop seeing her...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b></n3></b>
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<b><n3>You have mixed feelings. You raise your gaze. Lexi's trying to do a cartwheel. When she fails, she laughs to herself and quickly gets up and tries again. At least she's happy. You stand up with effort and head for the door. Lexi immediately takes your arm and tries to help you. You could use some help...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With Lexi's help, you start walking to your room. She is aware that not only your energy but also your mood is low. She also knows you're the reason she's feeling great right now. You can feel her shame about it too. In a short time you arrive in front of your room.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Thank you for believing in me, $name. Please get a good rest. We'll... We'll talk later, okay? You can visit my room anytime you want... I'm sorry... </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Looking at the floor, she rushes away. You're still not sure how to feel. Besides your low energy, you feel vulnerable. Much weaker... You don't know, it's weird. Better give it some time.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open the door and there's someone you haven't seen for a while. Lexi with her mesmerizing beauty. He's obviously very excited, but tries to hide it as much as possible. She speaks in a tone that doesn't quite know what to say. She's still as cute as you remember.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Hello $name... How have you been?</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> When you see Lexi's timid demeanor, it makes your heart ache. Why do you need to distance yourself from her? Your whole reaction was based on what Sun said. Is it really what you want, to stop seeing her because she took some of your power away from you? She didn't do it on purpose. She knew even less than you. When you realize that you have been lost in your thoughts and waited too long to respond, you startle and answer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lexi's gaze shifts to the floor and she stops for a moment, holding her arm. She seems as lost in thought as you are. You're making an active effort not to feel what she's thinking. You don't want to know right now. She must have forgotten about your question as she looks up and speaks.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Well... I wanted to show you something... Do you have a moment? </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You answer without waiting.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Sure, I've got time. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You notice that Lexi moves very slightly towards you with a smile on her face, but instantly pulls back. She wanted to take you by the hand and run with you. She's really excited right now.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> Then can you follow me, please? We'll go somewhere you already know.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You close the door to the room and start following Lexi. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You didn't talk on the way. As you expected, she brought you to her room. When you get inside, you look at Lexi. You don't quite understand what she's gonna show you. Lexi points with her finger with a slight smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You look in the direction she points and at first you can't see anything. Then a whiteness catches your eye. It's a cocoon! A small white cocoon held by four thin silk threads hovering over the edge of her study desk.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your head back to Lexi in shock. Lexi nods, trying hard not to cry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a step towards her and hug her tightly. Lexi hugs you back and can't hold back her tears anymore.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>Finally something happened $name. And only thanks to you... </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi continues to cry. These are no longer tears of joy. She has something else to say. Slowly you break your embrace and continue to hold her by the arms in a reassuring way.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> But there is one more thing. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lexi suddenly lets out a small laugh with her tears in her eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>You always know what's going on one step ahead. And I cry in front of you all the time. Ask anyone who knew me before I came to the academy, they've probably never seen me cry even once... Yes, there is one more thing.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel where her words are going. But you listen to the end without interrupting.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1>A few days ago I woke up and found my caterpillar in this state. You can imagine how happy I was. At the time I wanted to show it to you right away, but then I thought it would be better to wait for it to come out of the cocoon. And I would have given you more time.
But since yesterday I'm sure of one thing. She needs something more. I don't know if she's evolving or dying in that cocoon right now. I don't even know if a spirit animal can die. What am I supposed to do $name? I think I need more of your energy. But I saw what happened last time. It's agonizing for you. Is there anything else that can be done? You're the only one I can talk to about this right now, $name. Please show me a way out.</lexi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There is no other way. She has to feed her caterpillar with your progress, and you don't have that luxury. You've lost enough. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun spoke in a non-negotiable tone, but you want to push a little harder. At least you want to know more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You ask Sun with some hesitation. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>If it's in a cocoon, it shouldn't need too much, right? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It doesn't matter how much it needs. It's not something that we can give even an ounce of. From your deepest depths, you're losing your control of Lust.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're a bit annoyed that Sun has already made this decision for you.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So when I lose this control, I can't regain it afterwards? Do I lose it permanently? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> No, of course you don't lose for good. But you're noticeably regressing. You're taking steps backwards in a skill you've worked so hard to acquire. And you're going to have to take those strides again. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So, this is something in my decision. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun replies in confusion.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There is nothing to decide here. She has a spirit animal that grows by eating your progress. And although we don't know what the circumstances are, she can't seem to do this to anyone but you at the moment. So what's it gonna be? You helped this caterpillar to evolve, then another caterpillar appeared. Are you going to feed it with yourself until it evolves too?
We took a gamble and the outcome was not in our favor. We need to put an end to this course of action before we lose any more. I can't control whether you continue to see her or not. But feeding her caterpillar with your most essential ability is preposterous. Besides, you can't know how much more it needs. We're only talking on the assumption that it's not much more.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You put your hand on your forehead and gently massage it. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> I need to think about it.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><h3><n3> This decision will fundamentally affect your relationship with Lexi. Please choose accordingly.</n3></h3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
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<img src="img/profiles/lexi1.jpg"><b><lexi1> </lexi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you get closer, the sound begins to sound like moaning. Some cells are sheltered by doors and some of them by bars. But bar cells are mostly empty. You see a ajar door, this is where the sound comes from. Inside you see a writhing succubus in a latex vacuum bed. She has a perforated rod in her mouth to breathe. But she spends this breath to moan.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you are watching, the Succubus on the floor puts her hand to her crotch and starts masturbating. Her moaning is becoming louder and louder. She seems to have noticed you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a sudden flinch through your body. It's... pleasure! Slowly building up inside. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> You can connect with a Succubus filled with Lust. But you have to be in control like this.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Pleasure you feel suddenly doubles up. You lose your balance like you've been hit by a shock wave. Your legs tremble and you let out little moans. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I tried to break the connection, but she took over. She won't let me go! What's wrong with the slaves in this dungeon! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're on your knees in ecstasy and starting to feel dizzy. Sun speaks in a worried voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Either we need to make her cum or we need to distance ourselves from her! There's a vibrator across the room. Make your choice, but quick!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[💋 Try To Make Her Cum |darkPassage2]]
[[🚪 Try To Leave The Room |darkPassage2.5]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy's looking at you from afar. Her gaze is piercing. She is dressed in a hooded cape and her usual full body Latex suit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Welcome back $name and Sun. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You greet her with your head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> We'll take it from the very basics. I will take care of you for a while. Please follow me. There's no reason not to get started.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You start following her. When you come to the head of a passage, someone comes out. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This is a busty Succubus wearing a cream-colored Latex dress. She talks in a sassy way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer1.jpg"><b><summer1>I The Great Summer! Managed to escape again. Let's see what adventures I will encounter.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy sighs. An exasperated sigh. Summer turns her head towards you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer1.jpg"><b><summer1>Oh! Come on! You're not supposed to be here at this hour. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy raises her hand and a slime-like Latex comes out of small gaps in the floor and they're heading for Summer at full speed. Summer also raises her hands, but there is no change in the speed of the Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're trying to crawl across the room but your whole body is shaking. You're only halfway there. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun! Can't you do something? I can't even move.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Okay, I'll try to talk to her. But she's holding us to it by sheer force. I'm not sure she'll hear us.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You hear an unknown voice in your mind. It's too loud and distracts you even more. </n3></b>
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<b><cr><h2> "Make me cum! Make me cum! Make me cum! Make me cum! Make me cum! Make me cum!Make me cum! Make me cum!Make me cum! Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM! JUST MAKE ME CUMMMM!" </h2></cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun is trying to make her voice heard.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>We will! Let us move! Slow Down! WE WILL MAKE YOU CUM!!! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You turn your head with some relief. She really slowed down. At least you can move now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[💋 Reach To Vibrator|darkPassage3]]
[[❓ Try To Break The Connection Again|darkPassage3.5]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're trying with all your strength to get out of the room. Even though you left the room, bond didn't break. You ask with difficulty.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> How much longer... Do... I...</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You keep on crawling away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>A little more ... I'm trying, but she must've realized you're getting away... Almost there! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> With sudden relief, you realize that, bond is broken. You are out of breath. You can finally use your brain again.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I didn't think I would stumble so easily, I'm sorry. I'm still acting on the assumption that I can use my powers at my own level. In a situation like that, I wouldn't even feel whatever she was trying to do. This was completely on my side. I'll be more careful. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You get up from the floor, even though you can't catch your breath yet. Floor is too dirty for you to lie down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You pick up the vibrator and make your way to vacuum bed. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Are you sure it'll work? We'll just increase her power. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It doesn't matter much. We just need to distract her. She' s holding us hostage.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So, what if she uses this Lust against us again? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It doesn't work that way. Imagine I'm handing her a rope and she's holding it tightly. Once we can pull the rope, we are free because only we can create a rope. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You reach the bed while listening to Sun's parables. You turn on the vibrator and press it against the struggling Succubus's pussy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Pleasure is unbearable and you feel like fainting. In the middle of an intense orgasm the connection between you and her breaks. After that you lie on the floor gasping for air.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>That was intense and... unexpected. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Even though she tries to hide it, there is a clear disappointment in her voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I didn't think I would stumble so easily, I'm sorry. I'm still acting on the assumption that I can use my powers at my own level. In a situation like that, I wouldn't even feel whatever she was trying to do. This was completely on my side. I'll be more careful. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie there for a few minutes without answering her, while the Succubus next to you is still moaning loudly, fluttering like crazy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sun suddenly speaks in an excited voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's trying to break the bond between you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a pressure in your head and then a relief. You can finally use your brain again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I didn't think I would stumble so easily, I'm sorry. I'm still acting on the assumption that I can use my powers at my own level. In a situation like that, I wouldn't even feel whatever she was trying to do. This was completely on my side. I'll be more careful.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie there for a few minutes without answering her, while the Succubus next to you is still moaning loudly, fluttering like crazy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Latex immediately sticks to Summer and starts to solidify. In about 30 seconds she's covered in a garment that only allows her to breathe. She gets down on her knees and stays still. With her open hands facing out, It's like the dictionary definition of submission. All the while, Lucy's expression didn't change a bit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Please forgive me. Sometimes such things happen. Let's move on. Someone else can take care of this. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You could'nt understand what was that. Lucy starts walking with big steps towards a passage, not paying any attention to Summer's pinned body. And you follow her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter a bright room. Lucy comes to the front of the bed and looks at you. She's holding a red dildo with a tassel on the back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> You'll get used to producing Lust without Sun's help. And no any other outside help. For example, we could force it with my Latex, but it wouldn't improve you. But just because there's no outside help doesn't mean I'm going to try to make it harder for you.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her hood merges with her mask. Then she puts one leg on the bed and stares at you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Sun, I have a favor to ask you. Don't help to $name. She'll produce as much as she can on her own. And don't repress her too. Let's begin!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She starts stroking herself and slowly rubs the dildo against her crotch.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Focus only on what you feel. Fan the fire that burns inside you. You don't need to close your eyes, but do it without touching yourself. Control your breathing and imagine that each time you exhale you burn more. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You sit in a chair that looks comfortable and try to relax. Lucy's movements are gentle but arousing.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Imagine it. Imagine that the hands running over my body right now are yours. Try to feel how my body would feel under this tight Latex. I don't think you're brave enough to fully explore your tastes yet. Let's take a crack at it.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|firstlesson3]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She taps her high heels on the floor and draws your attention to her legs. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Focus on my long legs. Would you like to touch them? Caress them, maybe even lick them? If you knew how many Succubus there are in this dungeon who would sacrifice anything to be squirming between these legs, you'd realize how lucky you are.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your breathing has definitely quickened. Lucy looks a lot more majestic right now. You really want to touch her. You want to do everything she says. A few times your hand moved to your pussy, but you stopped it. Every time you exhale, you feel warmer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She lifts one foot and puts it on the edge of the bed. Your attention shifts to her high heels.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>And the ones who crave the feeling of being crushed underneath me. Those who yearn to feel these feet, these heels on their faces. How do you feel? Would you like to be crushed underneath me? I can give you a more condescending look if you like. All my expressions will turn you on enough when you're right beneath me anyway.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Leaning fully against the chair, you are panting. You hold the legs of the chair tightly in both hands. Otherwise you'll touch her or yourself uncontrollably. And you don't remember exactly what you're supposed to do. You don't remember anything except that you shouldn't touch yourself. Lucy slowly turns her head towards you. Her gaze melts you.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Would you like that, $name? Would you like to give it a try?</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're out of breath. You even can't answer her. You start shaking your head positively. Is this really going to happen? You get so excited. Your whole body trembles. Lucy is slowly approaching you. The sound of her high heels echoes in the room. She leans slowly and you feel something being ripped out of your back, but there is no pain.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Well done! It was a pretty decent start.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The overwhelming feeling that envelops your body begins to subside.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel exhausted. You were full of energy just now. You turn your head to Lucy. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I said there would be no outside help than me, but that wasn't true. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You see a black shiny ball in her hand. Stimulating Latex. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>You adapted a lot faster than I thought you would. Maybe help wasn't necessary. Also, your powers put you on a dominant role even if you don't want to. I wanted you to experience a little bit of the other side.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands up to leave.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>That's enough for today. I absorbed the excess Lust but have a good rest. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>And she leaves. You hear the sound of her heels for a while. She has a very confident aura. You feel warmth on your sign.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> When did she stick that ball to me? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>She did it while disarming that weird Succubus... Summer. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel exhausted. You know that you're only able to stand up easily right now thanks to Sun.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b></n3></b>
[[🚪 Return to your room|DormRoom]]
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<b><n3>After putting on the cloak and necklace, you start following the yellow lights. As you pass through the campus, you notice something to your right. Something is looking at you. </n3></b>
[[Succumb To Your Curiosity And Have A Peek|latexnun1]]
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<b><n3> A Succubus, completely covered in Latex, stares at you, completely locked on you. There is a cross symbol on her upper chest.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You keep walking but you can still feel the eyes on you. These eyes are not threatening. More like curious. Still, it's disturbing. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Sun, who is this? Should I be worried? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>It's nothing to worry about. Must be a Succubus from the dungeon. They can move around without being seen by the students.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You pick up the pace and walk away.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>So is there another world that is unseen here? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Why are you surprised? We already know they can be invisible.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>That's true actually. Still, it feels strange.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A little disturbed, you make your way to the dungeon.</n3></b>
[[Go inside|latexdungeon(2)]]
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<b><n3>[[Lucy Is Waiting For You|passage(2)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start walking through the same passage as last week. Maybe you can ask something on the way.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Can I ask something, Mistress? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She replies in her usual serious and calm tone. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Of course you can ask.</l1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Who was the Succubus who tried to escape last week? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Hmm... She is Summer. My former right-hand. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You waiting for more, but it looks like she's finished. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Did she do something bad? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>No, not really. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's not trying to hide something. She simply thinks that the information has given is sufficient.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Umm... I see. Thank you! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Maybe you can try again next week. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You come into the same bright room. She lies down on the bed and crosses her legs.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I want something different from you today. Try not to produce Lust. Reject all my offers! Suppress it as much as you can. And don't avert your eyes! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You see a shiny Latex ball in her hand. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>This time it won't be so easy. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The shiny Latex ball floats up and sticks to your back. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Hmm, where should I choose today? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It is impossible not to be mesmerized by her juicy pink lips in this pose. Your body temperature has started to rise already. Stimulant Latex is doing its job.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her Latex jacket opens sideways on its own, revealing her big tits. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>How about my tits? I am a Jupiter after all. You'd like that, wouldn't you? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your gaze is fixed only on her big, perfect tits. You exhale deeply and try to focus. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>No answer, huh? You must be trying to concentrate. Maybe a closer look will help. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy's closing in on you. She sits on your lap with her legs on either side. All you can see is her tits. Her hands, wearing latex gloves, look tiny next to her breasts. Just feeling her body weight on your legs is arousing right now.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/lucy/secondlesson/lucytits2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="70%">
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Would you like to taste it, $name? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your head is leaning as far back as possible, but your gaze is still on her breasts. You answer briefly, trying to control your breathing.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> N-No Mistress! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy's eyebrows rise and she brings her tits a little closer. When you notice your lips slightly parted, you avert your eyes. A grip on your chin turns your head forward sharply.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> You're not allowed to look away!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As you exhale, you let out a moan before you realize it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It's scary to disobey what she says right now, but it's all too much. You close your eyes in fear. But unexpectedly you feel her lips on yours. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a brief and tender kiss, she moves closer to your ear. Her breath makes your whole body tingle.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I thought I told you to continue looking at me. It's okay. I'll give you another chance.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her voice is so sensual. Her breath tickles you when you feel it in your ear. But it feels good. For a moment you felt like crying. Everything feels so intense. You open your eyes and look at Lucy. She's covering one breast.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Let's try again. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She comes closer again, grasps her nipple and speaks. Compared to a moment ago, her voice is very cold. But this tone has its own seductiveness.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>You're on the edge enough. Just one question. Do you want to suck my nipple? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can't even think straight. All you want to do is let yourself go but there's only one step left, rejecting the offer.</n3></b>
[[Yes, Mistress! I Want To Taste Your Nipple!|lucyUpset]]
[[N-No Mistress!|lucyPleased]]
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<b><n3> She suddenly zips up her Latex jacket. Her tone returns to its usual seriousness.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Excellent! An admirable willpower! It's astonishing that you can accomplish that under the influence of the Stimulant Latex.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can't believe the angel who just whispered in your ear is actually this stone-cold Lucy. It feels like two different Succubus. You're amazed how well she can act but your horniness hasn't gone away. And you feel tired of repressing yourself.
Lucy reaches out her hand towards you and the ball on your back hits her hand. You start to relax and loosen up but... A wetness on your cheeks? You are crying! A familiar voice rises in your mind.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Lucy, you were too hard on her. </trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Maybe a little bit, Mistress. But I only did it because I believed in her.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The dynamic between them is a bit strange.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1> Concentrate on breathing darling. You've done very well.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's way kinder than you expect. You wait for a while to calm down. This is not a sob-filled cry. As your body relaxes, the tears flow by themselves. After a short while you clear your throat and speak.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm sorry! I must've pushed myself too hard. I feel better now. </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1> Ame, you can come out.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Familiar warmth appears on your sign.</n3></b>
[[Continue|secondlesson(5)]]
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<b><n3>Her tone returns to its usual seriousness. There's some disappointment in it. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>You were so close! You just had to endure a little longer. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The sudden shift in her voice brings you back to the present. You got too carried away.
Lucy reaches out her hand towards you and the ball on your back hits her hand. You start to relax and loosen up but... A wetness on your cheeks. You are crying.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Lucy, you've pushed her hard enough! Don't go any further!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy turns her gaze to the floor.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I pushed her because I thought she was capable of it. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The dynamic between them is a bit strange. </n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Concentrate on breathing darling. You've done very well.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's way kinder than you expect. You wait for a while to calm down. This is not a sob-filled cry. As your body relaxes, the tears flow by themselves. After a short while you clear your throat and speak.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm so sorry. I had to reject all offers. I couldn't do it even though I knew that.</n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lucy's jacket zips up on its own and hides her tits. There is no pity or consolation in her voice. She is only expressing her thoughts. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>It would be a miracle if you could do it while under influence of Stimulating Latex. I still hoped you could do it though. No big deal. You have enough experience. </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Ame, you can come out.</trix1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Familiar warmth appears on your sign.</n3></b>
[[Continue|secondlesson(5)]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $lucyUpset to 1>>\<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>I think we can try it. Your body seems ready enough. </trix1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You are asking, not really understanding what she is talking about. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> To what? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>To unleash your own spirit animal.</trix1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lucy backs it up in a calm tone. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>We wanted to prepare your body a bit with these sessions. </l1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Sun speaks, trying to hide the doubt in her voice.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Are we sure she's gonna be okay? </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>No, we are not. But she'll survive. </l1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lucy's honesty makes you feel better. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Why is it so risky? Isn't that my own spirit animal? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>When you both release your animals, their power will combine. And their appearance will blend. It's important that you can withstand this sudden surge of energy.</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You turn your gaze to the floor and mutter with an excited smile. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm very curious about my animal... </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Actually, we know what is your animal and the result of the combination for a long time.</trix1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You raise your gaze, looking confused. Why don't they tell you then?</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>How can you know that? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>From a prophecy... But it's too early for that. Please don't think about it too much and focus only on the one step ahead of you. I'm expecting you the same day next week. Please get a good rest now.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b></n3></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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</div></center>\
<<set $control += 1>>\
<<set $energy to 0 >>\
<<set $dungeoncounter += 1>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $corridorPeek2 to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> After putting on the cloak and necklace, you start following the yellow lights. You look around as you walk, looking for mysteries you wouldn't normally see. But you don't notice anything. There is a special excitement in walking with this cape.
It allows you to break away from the world you live in and enter a completely different one. Maybe you could go for a walk in a cape on a weekday. You reach the dungeon faster than you expected. Guess you're getting used to this route.</n3></b>
[[Go Inside|latexdungeon(3)]]
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</div></center>\<img src="img/places/latexdungeon.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="90%">
<<if $photo35 === 0>>\
<center><a data-passage="summer1"><img src="img/intro/photo1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<</if>>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <<if $latexdollcheck === 0>>\
[[❓ Explore Passages|latexdoll1]]
<<else>>\
[[⛓ Lucy Is Waiting For You|passage(3)1]]
<</if>></n3></b>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/pics/summerpics/summerpic1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%" >
<center><a data-passage="latexdungeon(3)"><img src="img/intro/return1.jpg" width="20%" class="rounded-image"></a></center>
<<set $photo35 to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>This time you head for a different passage than usual. This area looks different from the rest of the dungeon. It still looks old, but it has an aura of its own. It's not rundown like the previous passages you visited. There is a loud noise coming from a room. It sounds like someone speaking to a crowd. </n3></b>
[[Take A Look|latexdoll2]]
[[Return to Main Area|latexdungeon(3)]]
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<<set $latexdollcheck to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You walk through the usual passage. This time you want to know more about Summer. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Umm... Mistress. </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Lucy speaks briefly over the sound of her heels echoing. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Yes? </l1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Can you explain more about Mistress Summer? </n1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Is there anything to explain? </l1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Bellatrix interjects, her voice full of frustration</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>For crying out loud Lucy! Girl saw Summer for thirty seconds and then you turned her into a Latex statue. Of course she's curious about her.</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Finally! Someone made it clear. You didn't think you could handle it on your own. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Don't worry. I'll explain it to you. And not only in words. Link to my mind.</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Continue|SummerOrigin]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Inside, you see Succubus covered in Latex giving a speech to a few Succubus covered in Latex. Just what you'd expect. Talking succubus suddenly stops and turns to you. This succubus has a spiky mask and exaggerated movements. She moves her arms and body a lot when she talks.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/latexdoll/latexmaniac1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> Ahh! My passionate speech seems to have attracted another valuable follower. Please feel free to participate!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>When you step inside, the door closes by itself. Sun speaks in a confused tone.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There's something wrong here. I can't get into anyone's mind, except the one in the middle. </a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You take a few steps back. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> Where are you going? Please sit down! Listen! Learn!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>One of the seated one turns her head to you in a robotic way. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/latexdoll/latexdoll1.webp" class="rounded-image center" ı width="38%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Greetings! I'm Amara! Girls! What do you think about our new member?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You reach for the door but immediately pull it back. The door is completely covered in Latex and some of it just got on your hand. It's a much stickier and more viscous looking kind of Latex than normal. Your panic is rising.</n3></b>
[[Continue|latexdoll3]]
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $latexdoll to 1>>\<<set $mindcontrol to random(1)>>\
<<set $door to random(2)>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>There's no way out of here, darling! </cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> One by one, sitting ones are getting up. One of them stands at such an angle that you can't tell if her arms are tied behind her back or she doesn't have arms.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/latex/latexdoll/latexdoll3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You notice the pattern. Except for the one with the spiky mask, none of them have even a breathing hole in their masks!</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> Are you wondering who is your new owner? </cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She bows to you in an exaggerated manner.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Assistant Headmistress of the Saturn Dormitory of Yukitumos Academy. I came to see Lucy, but she said she had to train a newbie and took me here to wait. Also she told me not to capture anyone but she must be busy right now. By the time she's done, I'll be done with you too.</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>The temperature on your mark is rising, almost to the point of hurting. Then Sun's voice echoes in your brain. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Keep her distracted for a while. If I can get into her head, we can get out of here.</a1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Amara claps her hands. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> All right, girls! Our new member doesn't look sticky enough.</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You start talking, raising your hands for them to stop. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Wait a second Mistress! I'm the newbie that Mistress Lucy's gonna train. </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> All movement in the room stops.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Hold on! Is this the truth?</cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Yes! Yes it is! </n1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She trembles like she hit her head on something. </n3></b>
</div>\
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Then how come you're trying to get inside my head? Newbie my ass! You'll be my most precious piece!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> All the Latex-dolls are moving towards you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, that's all the time I could get. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'm trying! She can't protect her mind while handling all those latex-dolls. That's why she attacks in haste. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><<if $mindcontrol === 0>>\
[[🧠 Enter Her Mind And Escape [50%]|(fail-mind)]]
<</if>>\
<<if $mindcontrol === 1>>\
[[🧠 Enter Her Mind And Escape [50%]|(mind)]]
<</if>>\
<<if $door === 0>>\
[[🚪 Try To Open The Door Again [33%]|(fail-door)]]
<</if>>\
<<if $door === 1>>\
[[🚪 Try To Open The Door Again [33%]|(fail-door)]]
<</if>>\
<<if $door === 2>>\
[[🚪 Try To Open The Door Again [33%]|(door)]]
<</if>>\
[[💋 Just Surrender|(surrender)]] </n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Sun is trying to get into Amara's mind.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>It's almost there. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly two of the Latex-dolls coming towards you collapses to the ground. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> Don't underestimate me! If you're trying to get into my mind, I just need to increase my focus.</cr></b></div>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Fuck! She realized and released control of the two Latex-dolls. She got us! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Latex-Dolls covered in black shiny Latex grabs you. From where they touch, a sticky Latex quickly begins to coat your body. You try to struggle but as the Latex spreads, you can't feel your body.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> I appreciate your effort! Like I said, you'll be my most precious piece. I've always had great respect for Succubus who can unleash such valuable talents. Based on your abilities, I think it is safe to assume that you are an... </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You fade into darkness before you hear the end. </n3></b>
[[Open your eyes|latexdoll4]]
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<b><n3> Your arm feels like it's on fire. Suddenly you feel a power inside you. Latex-Dolls stop moving.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> We're in control, but I don't know how long I can hold it. I'll get the door open. Just get out immediately! Don't even look back! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The layer of Latex covering the door is starting to dissolve. When the door handle is exposed, you open the door and walk away with quick steps. When you get a little bit away from there, the connection is broken and you exhale deeply. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> If she wasn't busy with Latex-dolls, everything would have been much more difficult. She immediately realized that I was trying to get into her mind. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your heart is still pounding. As you try to calm down, you return to the main area. </n3></b>
[[⛓ Return|latexdungeon(3)]]
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>With a rush, you turn around again and grab the doorknobs. You pull with all your strength and while you do, you're covered up to your elbows in Latex. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> A pathetic attempt. Girls! Get her!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You pull with all your strength but you feel hands on your back and arms. Shortly after, your whole body starts to get covered in Latex. The more you're covered, the more you realize you're losing control.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> Show her the true peace. A life spent with me is very blessed. </cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She turns to a Latex-Doll next to her. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Right? You must realize how lucky you are. I provide everything you need.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are completely covered with Latex from the neck down and you can't feel your body. Latex climbs up your neck and you black out. Last thing you remember is the laughter of Amara. </n3></b>
[[Open Your Eyes|latexdoll4]]
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<b><n3>With a rush, you turn around again and grab the doorknobs. You pull with all your strength and while you do, you're covered up to your elbows in Latex. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Ahh! C'moon! Open! Opeeenn! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you're hanging on with all your might, door suddenly opens. You almost fall to the ground but you managed to regain your balance. Eventually you manage to leave the room</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Nice move! I wasn't sure if I could get into her mind. </a1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> This place is full of crazy! </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> And we're the crazies who wander around here. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>No one's coming after you. As you get farther away from that room, latex on your arm detaches from you. </n3></b>
[[⛓ Return|latexdungeon(3)]]
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You accept that there is no escape and stay where you are. Latex-dolls are grabbing you by the arms. Latex spreads all over your body and causes you to start lose consciousness. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> I love visiting here, it never disappoints me.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns to a Latex-Doll next to her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> You understand me, right? One day Lucy and I are gonna take over all the... </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Everything goes black. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your eyes are so heavy. You have no energy and you just want to sleep. There is two hands on your legs, like they're massaging you. Slowly you open your eyes and the first thing you see is a neon pink color. Looks like the walls are completely made of metal. The gray shiny walls catch your eye. Suddenly you remember what was happening and try to move but you are completely fixed in your seat. The voice you hear wakes you up completely.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Ohh! You're finally awake. I left the dungeon in a hurry after I caught you. I'll see Lucy later. More important things got in the way. I need to know about you, don't I? Without knowing your limits, I don't know where to place you.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her voice harshens as she gives an order. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Start preparing her! First, loosen her throat.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Neon pink Latex-Doll moves her hand to your lips in robotic movements. Then she puts her fingers down your throat. Without a warning! Her movements are not gentle at all. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun! Where are you? Where are we? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>No response. A silence as if Sun had never existed. As the desperation you feel grows, you understand why your throat was relaxed. Your mouth is gagged by a device. It takes all your strength to stay awake. Was thinking always that exhausting?</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Move to next stage!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The neon pink Latex-Doll takes a white vibrator and approaches you. Without hesitation, she presses the vibrator into your pussy. You squirm as if you feel pleasure, but you can't feel anything. No matter how much you produce Lust, it's all for nothing! </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>How do you like my special Latex formula? Lucy is a completely incredible brain! But not creative enough. When she completes one thing, she moves on to the next. But there's so much more to explore. It never finishes!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Latex-Doll puts her hand on your chest and presses the vibrator even harder against your crotch. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>You barely have the energy to move. And look at the brainless doll in front of you. She is eager to follow my orders. A brain under control only needs energy and command. You'll be like her, only a higher rank.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Neon pink Latex-doll gets in front of you and starts massaging you with her hand while she presses the vibrator. With this sudden increase of Lust, you feel the Sun for the first time since you were kidnapped. You can hardly hear her words.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1><font size="4"> Listen carefully! Right now, almost all of our Lust is being absorbed. It will end when she thinks you're ready. When that happens, I can return, but you need to be able to maintain yourself.</font> </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> I'll try it!</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1><font size="4">Good! I'll help you. When the crazy one leaves, I'll try to take over this pink one. Worst case scenario, I'll try to drain Lust from her. </font></a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[A Dull Voice|latexdoll6]] </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>Okay, slave! We can't wait for days, can we? Skip to the last stage, we've warmed her up enough.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The neon pink Latex-Doll fixes the vibrator and rests it against your pussy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr> I've seen your potential. I hope you didn't think I'd leave you with a doll. I can sense that you're conscious and still thinking. You should already be in a trance and losing your self. </cr></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Amara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/amara1.jpg"><b><cr>You'll be here for days. You'll produce Lust all the time but I won't let you feel it. Your body will think you've lost the ability to feel pleasure and you'll dissolve along with your hope.
What do you think will happen if you find someone who can make you feel pleasure again?... Bingo! You'll worship her! Let's go slave! We have things to do.
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<b><n3> You try to make a sound but your mouth is gagged. You try to struggle but you have no energy. You can't feel Sun. You're all alone again.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know how long you've been here. You can't feel anything. Over and over again you felt you had an orgasm but there was no pleasure. Everything now is just frustrating. When was the last time you ate or drank? When are you going to feed again? Your body trembles like you're still enjoying it, but actually it's the other way around. You'll do anything to get out of it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Time continues to pass by, with your lost sense of time. You fell asleep again, but this time when you woke up, it is pitch black. Then bright, blue things start to appear in this darkness. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> These are blue butterflies. They are getting more and more, and as these butterflies multiply, you feel safer. The pressure starts to lift and you feel something you haven't felt for a long time. Pleasure! You hear Sun's voice of shock.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> What how? How is that even possible?</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Writhing in pleasure, you can't focus on what Sun is saying. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>So she was here, at the Yukitumos Academy. I can't believe it. I have to remember that. No! Nooo! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly all the butterflies spread their wings and stand still. Then they quickly flap their wings and turn to dust. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>No! $name don't forget, only you can remember. When you do, don't ignore it! She's in Yukitumos, just tell me that, SHE IS IN YUKITUM... </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With a rush, you turn around again and grab the doorknobs. You pull with all your strength and while you do, you're covered up to your elbows in Latex. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Ahh! C'moon! Open! Opeeenn! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you're hanging on with all your might, door suddenly opens. You almost fall to the ground but you managed to regain your balance. Eventually you manage to leave the room</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Nice move! I wasn't sure if I could get into her mind. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> This place is full of crazy! </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> And we're the crazies who wander around here. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Some images flashes in your head. Blue wings in the darkness? There was something you shouldn't forget? Probably not something important anyway. With the relief of escaping from that maniac, you return back with quick steps.</n3></b>
[[⛓ Return|latexdungeon(3)]]
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Summer was a very talented and favored Succubus.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Images appear in your mind. Trix must be showing them directly into your mind. </n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Very dominant, very determined and intelligent. You know that she is Lucy's former right hand. Just like Lucy, she had a talent for Latex Arts too. Also she's a Jupiter.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember she put her hands up when Lucy attacked her with Latex.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>She was in charge of punishments. And she was very good at it.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>More images of Summer continue to flow through your brain. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Continue|SummerOrigin2]] </n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>But one day someone escaped from the dungeon. Someone who should never have escaped and someone Summer herself was in charge of. Summer was very impatient when we talked about it. She kept saying, <i>“ Just give me my punishment and shut up."</i>
We weren't planning to punish her, but she pushed Lucy in particular to such a limit that some things happened.</trix1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>In the beginning she was very quiet. As we continued, her body language began to change. She was looking at the ground, showing her surrender. Although we hadn't yet activated the Stimulating Latex, small moans began to escape from her mouth.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|SummerOrigin3]] </n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Tying her tits off was the final touch. Her tits grew uncontrollably, her body swaying with ecstasy.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The images flashing through your mind start to arouse you increasingly.</n3></b>
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>But suddenly she started shouting like crazy. She tried to provoke Lucy to go harder. After a while it turned into just insults. She was doing it because she wanted more. And we can say that her strategy worked.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy briefly intervenes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>That day, she gone too far. I was deeply heartbroken.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>We don't know how many times she came. But it was clear that she wasn't our old Summer.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The images end suddenly and Bellatrix remains silent.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>What happened afterwards? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Nothing happened. We talked after she calmed down. She didn't want her old role anymore so we found another role for her. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>So she's just trying to escape? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>No. She pretends like she ran away, until she's caught. She can escape easily if she wants to though. She is a major part of our security.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can't quite make sense of it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>So what's the purpose of this? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaRight"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1> She enjoys escaping and being chased. But she gets the most pleasure from being captured. Especially since only a few names in the dungeon can easily take her down, she can play around as she pleases. Her Lust production is very high right after she's captured. On both sides, she's been incredibly useful to us.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy adds with a hint of sorrow and disappointment in her voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Still, it was a big loss. I prefer the old version of her. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy suddenly stops in front of a wall and raises her hand. The wall in front of her becomes increasingly transparent and looks like a wall made of glass. There's someone familiar inside...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's obvious that she can't see you. She struggles, bound with chains and leather belts. She can't stop shaking her hips.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>So this is the case... Anyway, follow me! We have things to do. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Trix suddenly speaks with joy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix0.jpg"><b><trix1>Oh! Oh! You still don't know what I look like, do you? Connect to my mind again.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With the heat on your sign, Sun links back to the Trix. In your mind's eye, an imposing Succubus with a huge Latex cape appears. You can see how prideful she is by the way she stands and stares. Her body is much more majestic than her voice suggests. Although sometimes she gets into a mood to match this majesty.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1>Maybe one day I can see you from my own eyes.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As the wall slowly returns to its original state, Lucy turns seriously and starts walking. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter the bright room. Lucy's steps echo in the room. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>You know what we're gonna do today. Actually, I could've used a little aggressive Lust on you. But it would be so boring, right? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After glancing you lustfully, she starts playing with her breasts. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I need to reduce potential risks. If you get horny, you'll experience less blowback. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Do you think my body's good enough for that? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You answer without thinking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes Mistress! It's perfect! </n1></b></div>
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<b><n3>She slowly sits on the white sofa. Her movements are very sensual. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>In honor of this day, I'll show you more, but you'll just watch. Feel free to touch yourself. Just before the procedure, I will tell you to stop and you will stop! </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Yes Mistress! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes off her Latex jacket. Her huge tits are in front of you. She looks gorgeous.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She starts playing with her tits right away. She seems to have prepared herself for today. Maybe she hasn't touched herself for a while.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Don't worry! I'm just getting started. You must have noticed the dildo behind me. It's a Stimulating Latex one. You wanna see what it looks like between my tits? </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Please Mistress! I want to see it. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your body's starting to warm up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After rubbing the dildo against her tits, she takes it between them. You can only see the tip of the dildo. The rest disappears between Lucy's big tits. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>This Latex is killing me. Wonderful! I want to wrap you in Latex and control your body completely. I wanna make you BEG! But it doesn't matter what I want. I'm here to help you today.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy seems to have a hard time hiding her true nature. She's clearly not acting. Your breathing is getting erratic. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't wait any longer. When you touch your pussy, you feel little ecstatic spasms in your body. The Lust waves from Lucy are affecting you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy moves her dildo to her crotch with a faint smile on her face. She starts to rapidly rub the dildo against her pussy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Don't you dare to cum! If you're close, edge it! Prepare your body!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She bends down and accelerates the speed. Your view is perfect!</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Oh! I reached the edge much faster than I expected. Close your eyes and pick up the pace, $name!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You close your eyes and speed up, like she said. Lucy's energy continues to fill the whole room and it arouses you even more. You reach the edge much sooner than you expected too. As you approach the point of no return, you wonder if you will have to beg Lucy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a surge of energy. You feel cold but still warm. While you can't make sense of what's going on, you feel that energy flowing out of your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes gasping for breath. It's all black! A black wolf with white eyes growls in front of you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy speaks in a commanding voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Sun! Now!!!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Starting from your arm, a heat begins to spread through your body. In a second, this heat turns into intense pleasure. You're cumming! Harder than ever! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You almost lost consciousness. It took a few minutes just to be able to think again. You try to sit up with the support of your arms. You open your eyes but your vision is still a bit blurry. You notice that you have a headache because of the intense pressure.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's still a black wolf. But her eyes are red, and every time she exhales, flames burst from her mouth. It's a frightening sight but it doesn't bother you as you would expect. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1>Congratulations! You managed it perfectly. Wonderful! A black wolf indeed!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Wolf gradually fades and disappears. You look at your arm. Your sign is different. The central point is enlarged and divided into 8 branches. There are little appendages between each branch. Now it looks like a sun. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Now that the merger is complete, your real training can start.</l1></b></div>\
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<div class="BellaLeft"><b>Bellatrix</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1>You must have used up all your energy. Get some rest here and go back to your room. You've done really well, my dear. Just focus on your rest.</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Someone is dancing naked, jumping up and down. You look behind the window and realize it's Brittany. The view is a bit blurry because glass is dirty. Yet you can easily recognize those huge tits of hers. As Brittany dances, a crowd gathers around her and starts to watch her. You too go out and join the growing crowd. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She seems quite pleased with the crowd gathered around her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany1.jpg"><b><b1> Haahh! Hahaha! Isn't it a great day? It's a little cloudy, but maybe if we all dance enough, sun might shine to us!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A festive atmosphere is beginning to develop in the whole yard. Jupiters take off their clothes and start dancing, joining Brittany and jumping like crazy. As this festive mood continues, a high voice is heard from the left side.</n3></b>
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<b><lucie>Disgrace! An unacceptable disappointment! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> This sudden insult was heard by everyone and attracted immediate attention. One by one, everyone turns their heads in the direction of the voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You turn your head and see a Succubus in a sexy dress. She looks pleased to be getting all the attention. She smiles in a sly and slightly disturbing way.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> The Headmistress of the great Jupiter cannot behave like this! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It gets quiet and all eyes are on Brittany. She calmly puts on some clothes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brittany approaches her and starts talking with confidence. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>What do you mean, Lucie? </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's the first time you've seen her this serious. Lucie responds with fake sincerity. She doesn't look like one of the students. And the fact that Brittany knows her makes you think she's a member of the Jupiter Dormitory.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie>Please don't get me wrong my Mistress. I am only expressing my ideas for the present and future of the great Jupiter. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brittany tilts her head slightly and speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> Let's hear your ideas then.</b1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> As you know Jupiter is the most popular dormitory but we've been stuck in a rut for a while. At first I didn't want to accept it, but... I believe that under your leadership we cannot reach our full potential... My Mistress. There is a limit to which your reputation can carry us. Beyond a certain point, it requires sheer determination and consistency. It requires commitment! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brittany nods calmly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>I see. What's your solution then? You would be a better headmistress than me? </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie extends her arms in front of her in an exaggerated way.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> Oh, no, no, no, no! I don't mean anything like that under any circumstances. I just want you to relieve yourself of this burdensome position and enjoy yourself as much as you want.
And you don't have to worry about the new Headmistress for long. With her determination and intelligence, it's clear who can carry this position out gracefully. The Jupiter Dormitory Assistant Headmistress, Mistress Lucy!</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You notice that one by one the crowd is looking towards somewhere behind you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy, with a large Latex cape in her hand, watches the scene from a distance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's voice becomes serious and she looks Brittany in the eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> I had high hopes when I came here. I kept hearing about the mighty Headmistress Brittany. Some say the most powerful Succubus of our age... But I never found what I hoped for. I didn't want to believe it at first, that this couldn't be the Mistress Brittany that everyone talked about... But I've witnessed enough.
Apparently that former legend no longer exists. Maybe you need challenging situations for the real you to emerge. Maybe you are not ambitious enough to manage peacetime. But something needs to change. We should not keep dancing and jumping around while all the Dormitories are trying to climb with all their strength.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a deep breath and gathers herself. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> I can't see anything more than a Succubus with big tits who likes to dance. I challenge you to a <i>Lust Duel</i>. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Everyone in the crowd is in shock, questioning whether what they are watching is really happening. Brittany smiles. She doesn't seem to take her very seriously.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Just because you don't like my style doesn't mean I'm not qualified to be here. Don't embarrass yourself any more, withdraw your challenge. I don't expect an apology. You are free to express your opinion as you wish.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Lucie Smiles Back|BritsDuel4]] </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> The Great Mistress Brittany is afraid of a duel? Maybe I should run for the position, if just having big tits is enough... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She puts her hands to her breasts. With her hands on her chest, she looks very defiant. It is clear that she is trying to provoke Brittany. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> I'm qualified too. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brittany's expression remains unchanged. </n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Define your reward. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie flinches. The small change in her expression can be interpreted in two ways. Either she is very excited or she is scared. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie>I think your attitude is not suited to the position of Headmistress. What I really want is your resignation, but... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brittany interrupts firmly before she finishes her sentence.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>I accept. </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> But... I don't have anything equivalent to offer. </lucie></b></div>\
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<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> Doesn't matter. I don't demand anything.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brittany seems to be dominating the mental warfare. You're watching with a mixture of excitement and astonishment. What the fuck is going on right now? A sincere smile covers her face and speaks.</n3></b>
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<div class="BrittanyRight"><b>Brittany</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> Putting those in need in their place is one of my responsibilities. Take your place and let's begin! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|BritsDuel5]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie comes forward and slowly takes off her bra. As she takes off her bra, the Lust emanating from her increases significantly. Even in the crowd, you can feel it very easily. This seems to be really happening.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Lucie's current level is very close to ours. She will use her power differently because she is a Jupiter, but we will get a better idea of Brittany's power level. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Jupiter is the most brute force based sign. We can also include Venus and Earth in this, but Jupiter stands out a bit more. They have a huge amount of Lust reserve but they usually squander it. So in the duel of the two Jupiters, it is usually clear from the beginning which side will win.
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<b><n3> Putting on her strange smile again, Lucie announces that she is ready. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A Succubus steps out of the crowd and quickly crosses between Lucie and Brittany. This is a tall, dark-skinned, fit succubus. Her body language is stern but respectful. You're guessing she' s not a Jupiter. </n3></b>
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<b><aj1>I'm Jess! I will be the referee of this Lust Duel. Once the duel starts, no one can interfere except me or the Headmistresses of the other dormitories. If anyone has any objection to that, speak now. Further interventions will result in your punishment. </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Jess waits for a moment to see if there is any objection and continues. </n3></b>
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<b><aj1>All right, then! The duel will end when one of the two sides ejaculates or loses consciousness. With both participants sworn in, I will start the duel. Also... watch this duel at your own risk. </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie and Brittany starts talking at the same time. Both take their vows according to the new rules. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>As a member of Umesatraa Academy, I accept this Lust Duel. I swear to accept the outcome and not violate the rules. I am responsible for what I put forward and what I demand... </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> As a member of Umesatraa Academy, I accept this Lust Duel. I swear to accept the outcome and not violate the rules. I am responsible for what I put forward and what I demand... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You get distracted by two students talking to each other in the crowd. They complain about how long it takes them to swear and talk about how impatient they are. You get extremely irritated with both of them. Soon after, you realize that you are not the source of these feelings, as your sign is burning you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>...The moment the duel ends, Succubus in front of me will continue to be free. I swear to follow these rules! </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie>...The moment the duel ends, Succubus in front of me will continue to be free. I swear to follow these rules! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Jess nods her head in satisfaction and takes two steps forward. </n3></b>
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<b><aj1> Then we can get started!</aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She closes her eyes and starts to focus.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Three tortoise appears in front of Jess. They are arranged from small to large and they are on top of each other. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A yellow barrier grows from tortoises, trapping Brittany and Lucie inside. When the barrier is complete, Jess comes out and puts her hands on her hips. Brittany and Lucie looking at each other, Lucie makes the first move. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She puts her hands in front of her and starts to focus. With the appearance of her spirit animal, you can feel its Lust energy even from outside the barrier. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She pauses, realizing that Brittany hasn't moved yet. Then, with a war cry, she focuses all her energy on Brittany. She will really try to defeat her with brute force. Brittany stands completely still. The only difference is that her smile has disappeared. Lucie stops her attack and starts talking out of breath.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie1.jpg"><b><lucie> You're not elegant enough. Beauty is not about being flashy. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You hear Jess talking to herself quietly. Her tone and expression reveals her concern.</n3></b>
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<b><aj1>Please don't lose your control, Brit. We'd need the entire academy to stop you. </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brittany exhales deeply and a figure begins to form in front of her. This figure grows and grows and finally takes form. A giant peacock with an imposing tail!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The ambience suddenly changes. You can't even feel Lucie's Lust anymore. Brittany raises both arms and prepares for her attack. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany suddenly releases her accumulated energy and even though there is a barrier, the shockwave affects everyone there. This intense energy lasts only for a moment. But you could feel how mighty this energy was. Lucie is standing in a defensive position with her arms outstretched. Just when everyone thinks she handled the attack, she collapses like a block of ice. Brittany slowly starts walking towards Lucie.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The giant peacock Brittany left behind begins to glow brighter. Its green color is much more intense and glaring. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A sudden burst of power makes you realize that the first one was a warning shot. As the barrier instantly shatters, Jess gets in front of everyone and creates another one. But the new barrier is also destroyed after a very short time, unable to withstand this continuous wave of Lust.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start to feel dizzy and your vision starts to fade. It happened so suddenly that you couldn't react, but you're not sure if it would have made any difference if you had. You see the students next to you collapsing one by one. Jess is trying to make her voice heard to Brittany, but you can tell she's not succeeding.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brittany raises her hands and just as she is about to attack, she exhales a deep breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The giant peacock begins to change color. Its tail starts to redden, the energy it radiates starts to change. The ambience becomes much more sensual. Even from outside the barrier, you can feel it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's breathing is getting faster. She bites her lip hard to maintain her focus.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brittany interrupts her with a ruthless expression.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> I believe I gave you your first order. Feel that naughty tits! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The whole crowd gets goosebumps when the red peacock glows for a moment. Even though you are on the other side of the barrier, the whole crowd gets aroused instantly. Lucie can't stand it any longer.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> I hope you had enough fun. You're not allowed to touch your tits anymore! Move to your pussy! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie puts her hand to her pussy and starts rubbing it. But she unintentionally continues to play with her tits. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Easy, now! And who said you could touch your tits! Just the pussy! Slowly! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie slows down as instructed. You can tell she's barely holding herself back. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't maintain your consciousness. Suddenly all your senses shut down and you are plunged into darkness...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know how long it's been. But after a while you open your eyes. You turn your head and see Jess staring at you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You exhale deeply and nod your head like yes. Jess smiles and puts her hand on your shoulder.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she gets up in a hurry and helps the other unconscious students. When you look around, you don't see Brittany A Succubus helps Lucie, who still hasn't regained consciousness. Lucy's not around either. You take slow steps to your room to rest. As you walk, you wonder who could have planned this.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Somehow you manage not to faint. If the wave of energy lasted a few more seconds, there was no way to resist. You were the only one of the students who managed to stay on your feet.
After the energy wave stops, Jess starts running towards Brittany. She creates another barrier in front of the students, but she knows that it will be almost useless if Brittany loses control again. Brittany yells under her breath as she sees Jess getting closer.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Stop, Jess! Stay back! I could barely stop myself. Don't come any closer! Help the fainted! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Grabbing you by both shoulders, she gently shakes you, looking impressed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she starts taking care of the fainted students in a little panic. In the distance you see Brittany trying to get away from the scene. She probably doesn't want to cause any more trouble.
As she walks away, you notice a blackness on her back. Is it the reason she could stop? Or is it the reason she's out of control. Lucy certainly seems to have been involved, either at the beginning or the end. When you look around, you can't see her anywhere.
You take slow steps to your room to rest. As you walk, you wonder who could have planned this.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly, there's a sound coming from the trees to your right. It's as if something has been hit in the branches. There is nothing in sight, but there is no wind either, so you wonder what is the source of the sound. Slowly you turn to Lucy and see that she too is looking at the trees that just made noise. Then she calmly makes eye contact with you and continues to watch the duel.
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<b><n3> It seems already clear who will win the duel. Still, for it to be officially over, Lucie has to cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Lucie does Brittany's orders with both the dildo and her hand, you feel a movement in the back. Lucy leaves in a hurry. As she walks through a densely wooded area, she suddenly disappears behind a tree.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There must be something going on that we can't see. You don't have the cape, do you? </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Get on your knees and keep going! Don't even think about speeding up! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie does as she's told without hesitation. At first she struggles a bit, but gradually she gets used to it. You figured Brittany wasn't always dancing around with a wide smile on her face. But you didn't expect her attitude to be so stern.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You didn't notice it at first because you weren't paying much attention, but you see that most of the crowd watching is in a kind of trance. Some are touching themselves, some are watching mesmerized. Two succubus are kissing, trying not to be noticed.
You shift your attention to the barrier. Guess it's not doing its job that well because you're actually feeling much hotter and you're sweating. Brittany's words tickle your insides and sometimes you wish she would look at you. Sun makes a comment.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wipe the sweat from your forehead and continue to watch.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You go back to your room with quick steps. As soon as you throw your scopophobic cloak over your shoulder, you head back to the Jupiter Dormitory.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you return to the duel field, you look around curiously. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy is in her old place. She's wearing an ankle-length Latex jacket. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I'd expect nothing less. You've immediately sensed that something's going on.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What's going on, Mistress? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's the first time you've seen Lucy so worried. She's much, much calmer than a normal succubus, but by Lucy standards, she looks pretty worried. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>They started taking action. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Who? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>The Center! This duello was a sign that something had started.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I heard some noises, and with your disappearance I got curious and went to get my cloak. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Their main intention was to drive Brittany out of control. Lucie drew attention to me because they knew I would stop it. Clever but irritating!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even Lucy's anger is analytical. You find it a little funny. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>How were they going to get Headmistress Brittany out of control? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> They have almost all the types of Latex we use. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This surprises you considerably. It is clear that you are waiting for some explanation. Bellatrix adds briefly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1>Let's say they once had the best. </trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|cloak3]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy looks at you with her usual seriousness. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I have some things to do. Things I need to ensure! I will reach you soon. Some days I'll lock the Dungeon completely. Don't worry if you can't get in. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's someone behind you. It's a Succubus who looks like she's wearing only the top part of a dress, with a whip in her hand. She has a harsh temperament. </n3></b>
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<b><k1>"Mistress, everything is ready."</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy nods slightly and starts walking towards the dungeon. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> There's nothing to worry about. Just continue as you normally would. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Before she get too far, you hear Lucy mumbling something. She's probably talking to Trix. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Yes! It's on! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After Lucy leaves, you remember the duel but it's already over. You go back to your room with questions on your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brittany orders in a bored but serious tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1>Take any position you want! Time to end this boring duel! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brittany spreads her arms to the side again. As the gigantic peacock turns bright red, Brittany gives her final command. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> CUM! Speed up as fast as you want. Touch where you want. You got 30 seconds. If you haven't cum when the time is up, I'll knock you out so hard you'll be lying on this grass for days! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie speeds up with some haste. With the dildo in her ass, she rapidly rubs her pussy. Almost immediately her moans intensify and she starts to cum. It's not surprising that she came as soon as she got the permission.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Jess enters through the barrier with quick steps. The moment she walks in, she stops as if she's hit a wall. Then she exits the barrier with heavy breaths. Jess walks back in and steps between Brittany and Lucie.
The red peacock in all its glory fades away. Brittany stretches out a hand and tries to absorb her Lust. She realizes that if the barrier is released in this state, it might cause some trouble.</n3></b>
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<b><aj1>The duel is over. And the winner is Headmistress Brittany! Since the winner doesn't demand anythi... </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brittany touches Jess on the shoulder and interrupts her. Then she turns to the crowd. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brittany2.jpg"><b><b1> Any further dueling demands will come at a price. You can consider this as a warning. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel as if this warning was not meant for the crowd. After her warning, she starts walking calmly back to Jupiter Dormitory. Jess releases the barrier and a wave of Lust spreads around. It warms you up like a heat wave and turns you on like it does everyone else around. The crowd disperses while Lucie still tries to regulate her breathing.
<b><n1>💋 Lust: +100</n1></b></n3></b>
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<b><n3> After putting on the cloak and necklace, you start following the yellow lights. Lucy said you could visit on Sundays too but you probably won't see her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Lucy's probably not in the dungeon. She must think we're ready. Well, At least for the parts we can access. If something goes wrong, there will be no one to save us.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Good to know, such a big relief. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I wonder what we can do now. I couldn't use most of my powers and the ones I could use were very limited. It feels like trying to box with your arms tied. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> You mean you still have abilities that haven't been revealed yet? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun chuckles. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Everything I have done is very simple things. My techniques go much deeper than that, obviously. But you may not have them all. It's not something we can know yet. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Then what are my techniques? Or what will they be? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Mistress Trix told me not to tell. If you know what it is, you may stress yourself out and never unleash your powers. But you're doing very well so far. So there's nothing to worry about.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun easily senses that you want to keep asking questions and learn more. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I don't know exactly what your techniques will be. Nobody knows. We can only guess that you will be one of the most powerful and profound of this era. Whatever I say, I'd be setting you up for a false expectation. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her honesty gives you peace of mind... As peaceful as one can be in such uncertainty and mystery. After a short while you reach the dungeon.</n3></b>
[[Go Inside|latexdungeonSunday(1)]]
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<b><n3>You walk into the main area and start looking around. You're not quite sure what you should do. Should you just pick a random passage and walk down it?</n3></b>
[[The Heat on Your Sign is Increasing|latexdungeonSunday(2)]]
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>There's no point in wandering aimlessly. We need to set a goal, something to consolidate our powers. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Hmm... Such as? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Such as... We can trace a Lust energy. Someone hard to find... Yes! Summer! </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Even if we trace her Lust, we have seen that she is held in secret cells. How do we activate the entrance? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Applying some Lust would be enough. It's pretty easy to get into those rooms from the outside. But getting out is a very different story. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You think for a while and ask with a little frown. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> So you're saying we're going to find a Succubus, in a room that extremely difficult to escape, by following a Lust trail? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Yes, those cells are not Lust-Proof. Quite the opposite, in fact. Now close your eyes and focus. Try to feel all the currents of Lust. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Like Sun said, you close your eyes and focus. With each breath, you feel more and more strands of Lust. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Very good! I'm joining in now. It'll increase our precision and range. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After discarding the weak ones, you are left with three strong traces of Lust. Feeling this much in complete control is not something you're used to. You open your eyes and see a black wolf standing in front of you, breathing flames. Probably that's the reason you could trace Lust so well.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> We have three solid candidates. More than I expected. There are two other rooms besides Summer's. And that's assuming she's in one of those three rooms.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> I don't think three is too many. We're in a huge dungeon. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> We individually analyzed the Lust spread , which means that there are two more Summer-level Succubus within our range. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Hmm... I see. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|latexdungeonSunday(3)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a strong Lust energy coming from your right. You can easily notice that it's much more intense than the other two. It's like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold day. A very gentle and accepting aura. You can't limit it to one color. Maybe light blue, a little pink? Maybe more like white... </n3></b>
[[➜ Follow The Lust On Your Right ➜|Unknown1]]
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<b><n3> You feel a strong Lust energy coming from your behind. It's much more aggressive than the energy coming from your left. Focusing on this energy makes you feel uncomfortable. If you were to assign a color, it would be dark purple.</n3></b>
[[⬇ Follow The Lust On Your Behind ⬇|madalyn1]]
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<b><n3>You feel a strong Lust energy coming from your left side. Although it feels very powerful, it is not aggressive or vicious. You could say it's neat and neutral. If you were to assign a color, it would be light pink. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start to follow the calming but dominant energy. It's very easy to follow. You can almost see it right in front of you. As you get closer, other colors lose their dominance and you realise that it is all white. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This energy is familiar, but you don't know from where. It shouldn't really mean anything to you, but for some reason you are very affected by it. As you're speeding up your steps, you suddenly bump into something. You headbutted a Lust barrier without realizing it. You put your hands on the barrier. There's no way you can get through on your own.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Sun, please help me! I want to cross this barrier and see this energy's source!</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun is not responding. You take a few steps away from the barrier. Were you not supposed to touch it? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Sun? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I'm here, $name. It's probably better if you stay away from the barrier for now. I don't know what she's doing here, but it's better you don't meet her yet. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>These words only increase your curiosity and desire to follow the energy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>She hates me. Meeting with her right now could be a danger to you, too. And there's no way we can stop her. She probably hasn't been told of your existence yet. Otherwise, there's no way she wouldn't have found you already. She'll get on well with you in the future. But not right now.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look at the barrier in disappointment. You were intrigued by this energy, but what Sun said sounds serious. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You follow the intense Lust to its source. In this section, the doors are barred and it's dead silent. You look at the door, while questioning your choice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Approach The Door|madalyn2]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're starting to follow the lust energy coming from your left. If one of the three is Summer, it must be this energy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>If you continue, you won't be able to return back. If you haven't looked in other directions, this is your last chance. </n3></b>
[[Continue|SummerCaptive2]]
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<b><n3>By following the Lust energy, you arrive at what you think is its source. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>If you continue, you won't be able to return back. If you haven't looked in other directions, this is your last chance. </n3></b>
[[Continue|SummerCaptive2]]
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<b><n3> As you approach the door, you try to see how to open it. There doesn't seem to be a handle. As you get closer, a mechanical sound gets louder and louder and you realise it's coming from your front. The door has opened all the way upwards and you can enter. </n3></b>
[[Step Inside|madalyn3]]
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<b><n3>It's dark and gloomy inside. There are numerous torture devices inside, but they don't seem to be in use for a long time.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you look around, you suddenly get a headache. Then you feel like your body is trapped. Some pleasure and some pain... Your headache is getting worse. You can't even open your eyes. You're squirming where you are. You're trying to get free of something you don't even know what it is.</n3></b>
[[Open Your Eyes|madalyn4]]
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<b><n3>You open your eyes with a relief. But you get confused. You just walked through this door. And now you're standing in front of it again.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Sun, what's going on? Didn't we just go in? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun replies calmly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Looks like it's started. You used my technique without realizing it. You've shown small signs before, but this is the first time you've made it this far. It's not easy at first to keep the bond stable. You must have experienced it for a few seconds.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You think for a moment. How come you can use her technique? </n3>Sun goes on without you having to ask. She must have realized your curiosity.</b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It will make more sense in the future. We are not sure anyway. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities to master yourself. By the way, it's safe for us inside.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Inside, it's just like what you saw in your mind journey. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start looking around. You wonder whose mind you connected with.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see a slave chained in the air and completely covered in Latex. That doesn't seem to be it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see one pinned to a torture bed and passed out with pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She's more probable, but what you felt at the time doesn't seem to match her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see a Succubus in a red latex dress tied to a bar. You can't understand what she's trying to say because of the gag in her mouth. Thats her! You definitely connected with her mind!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you take two steps towards the tied succubus, someone calls out to you from the dark side of the room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You realize you'll meet the Succubus whose Lust energy you're tracking. A tall succubus in black Latex emerges from the shadows. She's looking at you with dull eyes with a whip in her hand. The mere sight of her confidently standing there seems pretty intimidating. Normally you would shy away from such a sight, but you feel a strange feeling inside. You straighten your posture and throw your shoulders back. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Greetings! </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Madalyn</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>What are you here for? </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Just exploring. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You both look at each other, maintaining eye contact. Then you see a little smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1> That's the one! Your Lust didn't even flinch. I didn't expect Mistress Lucy to pick a loser anyway. I'm Madalyn. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You understand that she already knows you and she was releasing aggressive Lust to test you. Your shoulders relax. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Madalyn sits down and looks at you again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1> So what are you really doing here?</mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Like I said, I was just exploring. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>So you found me by accident? Out of all the corridors and cells. </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I was actually trying to trace a Lust, and this room was one of the possibilities. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>Who were you tracking? </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Umm... A Succubus named Summer. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can see the change in her face. You definitely got her attention. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1> So what's your purpose?</mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>To be able to track down a Succubus I've only encountered once, in a giant dungeon. I don't really know her. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She starts playing with her hair. You can tell she's getting anxious. Her gaze falls to the floor and speaks in a dull voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>Then I'm glad I'm one of the possibilities. </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Why is that? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>Because I intend to fill Mistress Summer's gap and be the new right hand. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Madalyn hangs her head back from her chair. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>But I don't know exactly how to do that. Her absence was really unforeseeable. She's here, but... It's not the same. Look at me, I couldn't even intimidate you... No offense. </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> None taken... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>Mistress Lucy only said that she trusts me and that I must trust myself. But what exactly am I supposed to do? </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Probably to focus on your own capabilities and not compare yourself to the former right hand? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She sinks deeper into her chair.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>It's easy to say... She was single-handedly multiplying the security of this place by many times. It would take three or four specialized Succubus to match what she does casually.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your eagerness to meet Summer is growing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In the left rear, one of the slaves moans growing louder.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Her initial stern demeanor faded of its own accord. Not because of who you are, but because of the direction the conversation has taken.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The moaning in the cell is getting louder. One slave in particular is moaning harder and louder. Madalyn stares at her for a moment with an irritated expression.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Before she can finish her sentence, with an extremely annoyed expression, she closes her eyes and presses her lips together.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Madalyn suddenly jumps to her feet and with it a huge wave of Lust bursts through the cell. You black out for a moment, but you can maintain your consciousness. Madalyn storms over to the slave who has been moaning loudly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>Who told you you can moan without my permission! Shut the fuck up!</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You notice a silhouette behind Madalyn's chair. It's a bit in the shadows so you can't see the whole thing, but it's still clear what it is. It's a pretty big tiger. With full attention, its eyes roam the cell. It must be Madalyn's spirit animal. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Madalyn sits back in her chair. She seems unpleased to have shown you this sudden and brief burst of anger.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/madalyn1.jpg"><b><mi1>I won't keep you any longer, $name. I hope to see more of you in the future. Good luck finding Mistress Summer.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After she politely dismisses you, you leave. There is nothing else for you to do here since finding Summer was your goal in the first place.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There doesn't appear to be a door or a room, but you've seen the kind of rooms Summer was kept in before. Summer should be in the secret room on your left. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You raise your hand towards the wall, trying to gather some Lust energy. Wall reacts immediately and begins to turn transparent.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Inside, you see Summer tied up real tight. Her tits are tightened with a belt and there are two candles burning on her nipples. She calmly looks at the candles and seems to be trying to blow them out. But because her mouth is fully closed, she cannot make any progress. Yet you don't sense any excitement or panic.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Lucy said she could get out of this dungeon whenever she want... So I don't think she needs our help. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>How can she get herself out of this situation? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>We heard that she can manipulate latex but I don't know exactly. By the way, I don't see any door. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Why would we go in? Didn't we test if we could track her Lust energy? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>We've come this far, we can go a bit further. I will take a look at her brain for a way in but she'll probably sense me. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The sign on your arm heats up and some scenes flash in your mind. Looks like you're gonna find out about Summer's adventure that led to this end. ou see Summer, naked and tied up, surrounded by four Succubus. They look mean and ready some action. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Look, girls! The famous Mistress Summer! The most ruthless Succubus of our era. The famous Mistress Summer!!! I haven't forgotten what you did to me because I didn't call you Mistress once, you bitch! "</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>One of them shouts in a commanding voice. Then they force Summer to turn.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>" Let's start slow, shall we? You remember this Latex paddle, right?"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even though she lightly strikes, Summer screams in pain. The tall Succubus laughs in delight. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> They turn Summer on her back and start beating her tits, then her pussy. She continues to writhe in pain but doesn't try to stop them. When she lunges forward in pain, blonde succubus grabs Summer by the throat and restrains her.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"You're not going anywhere! The more you struggle, harder your punishment will be! Leave it to me! I hate her tits!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While the other two Succubus hold Summer in place, blonde succubus in the red bandana starts beating Summer's tits. Fuck you! Fuck your big tits! How many of us have you tortured with these tits? I'm gonna make it all pay, you Jupiter cow! </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Take it! Take it! Take it!!!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Each stroke is harder than the last.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Ohh! Such audacity! Your big mouth is still struggling to say something!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><ella>"It's my turn! We have to prepare her well before a good fuck. "</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As you wait for the rest, scene begins to fade.</n3></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly you snap out of it and the room Summer is in starts to fill with a gray mist. You notice bright blue lines in this fog. This blue light is getting faster and faster and the shade of the fog is getting lighter. As you try to figure out what it is, a shadow passes in front of you.
It must be a creature, but it was so fast you couldn't distinguish it. A few more times you try to follow it with your eyes and you realize what it is. A black cat with blue glowing eyes! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Eventually fog starts to disappear and you look inside.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Inside, you see Summer sitting calmly. After she' s completely free, she turns her gaze to you. Then she points with her eyes to the door on your right. That's when you realize that a door has appeared.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She clearly wants you to come in.
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<b><n3>You walk in and Summer starts talking in a serious voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> I remember you. I saw you with Mistress Lucy a few weeks ago. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes, I've seen... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're interrupted before you can finish. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>What were you doing in my head? </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Well... Actually... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer interrupts again, sounding a little more annoyed. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> I'm not talking to you, newbie! What were you doing in my head, you smart-ass? </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Without waiting for an answer, she starts muttering to herself. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> <i><summer1> You want me to show her? Are you sure?... Look, don't bitch about it afterwards... Okay, then.</summer1></i> </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After she finishes speaking, she extends her left arm towards you. There's a sun sign with pointy edges in the center of her hand. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> She has it too. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I didn't expect this. I can't feel the other Succubus' energy at all. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|SummerCaptive7]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a while she closes her hand and pulls it back. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Whatever, I'll let it slide this time. Don't you dare invade my mind again! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She starts talking to herself again. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1><i>What do you mean, be respectful to her?!... I don't give a damn who she is!... Whatever! </i></summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sun intervenes in the end. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I apologize for intruding into your mind. I would like to talk to the other Succubus. I can't feel her presence. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> Yes, but she' s a bit shy... and weird. </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>So I can talk to her? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After a short silence; </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>She doesn't want to. She says she's changed her mind... <i>Then why did you tell me you have to talk to her immediately?</i> </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You just stand there while things get more and more awkward. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>She just wants to thank you. </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>What for? </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>You don't need to know... at least for now, she says. </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I see... Then can I ask you a few questions. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She looks at you for a few seconds and shrugs.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> Sure.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|SummerCaptive8]] </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>You don't need to know!... <i>What do you mean, it's okay? </i></summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She tosses her head back and takes a deep breath.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>With this know-it-all, what we produce is not an ordinary Lust... She calls it <i>Anti-Lust.</i> Like, get in my head right now. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your arm is warming up, but there's no result. You try until a silhouette of a wolf appears next to you, but to no avail. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>See? Try as many times as you want. As long as I can produce Anti-Lust, I'm immune to your techniques. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She picks up one of the ropes on the ground. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>And every object used here has a little bit of Lust energy in it. Especially the object touched by another Succubus is filled with Lust energy. Of course, the majority don't even realize it. I'm speaking for my own senses... Tie my hands. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's handing you the rope and you tie her hands like she said. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>You knot like a child. You could have tied a little stronger knot... Whatever... </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see that the knot unties itself and the rope falls back to the ground. She tilts her head slightly.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Of course, this is between you and me. Don't underestimate my connections. If you squeal somewhere, I'll know sooner or later. </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes, of course! </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> Good! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|SummerCaptive8]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She looks at you with glazed eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>No, and I want to keep it that way. </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I understand! </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Good! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|SummerCaptive8]] </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> Why do you want to know that?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A shadow forms on Summer's shoulder. It's the black cat you saw earlier. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>We both have a cat as our spirit animal. But her cat is a bit different. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sitting calmly on Summer's shoulder, half of the cat's face fades at first. Then it overflows from her face and becomes a shadow moves like a flame. Its eyes and mouth glow a light blue and become a bit eerie. Then it completely disappears. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/summer/sign/blackcat2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%"><b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>You learned this and what changed in your life? </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She looks a little bored.
[[Return|SummerCaptive8]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer starts playing with her hair and sits down. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>I don't know when. I've almost completely lost my perception of time. I don't know what you know about me, so listen to me without interrupting. I used to have an important role here. Everyone was afraid of me and that's what I wanted. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After a pause for a breath; </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> One day, after my classic torture routine, I realized, I didn't enjoy it as much as I used to. Of course I ignored it. This gradually developed into a curiosity. I wonder how they felt.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She leaves some gaps, as if she is leaving out some details in between. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>I wanted to try, but I didn't know how. I realized that only way was to get punished by someone above me. And I let someone escape. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A black cat appears on her shoulder. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Thanks to this little one, I could check almost all the cellars, regardless of where I was. That means, no one could escape from here under my watch.
So no one believed the news. Especially Mistress Lucy. She understood something was wrong, but I made excuses and said it was my fault. I insisted that I had to be punished.
But she didn't want to punish me. She didn't think I deserved it. So I had to provoke her a little bit.
</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she stands up. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Why am I telling you all this? She's been with me since the beginning of these events, but she was hiding from me too. She was afraid if I would accept these feelings. That's all! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her harsh nature and manner seem to be unaffected by this.
[[Return|SummerCaptive8]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3><<if $summerquestion1 === 0>>\
[[❓ How Did You Get Out Of Those Binds?|Squestion1]]
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<<if $summerquestion2 === 0>>\
[[❓ Does Mistress Lucy Know About Her?|Squestion2]]
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<<if $summerquestion3 === 0>>\
[[❓ One Of Your Spirit Animals Is A Cat. What's The Other One?|Squestion3]]
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<<if $summerquestion4 === 0>>\
[[❓ When Did You Meet Her?|Squestion4]]
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<b><n3> [[That's All My Questions|SummerCaptive9]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sun knows you feel a little uncomfortable staying here. Summer's not in a very hospitable mood. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I see. Well then, thank you for your time. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer shouts at you as you start to make your way towards the exit. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Hey, rookie! You think I'm gonna let you walk away like nothing happened? I untied myself because of you!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You turn your head and see Summer holding onto a rope hanging from the ceiling while looking at you with lustful eyes. She's already tied her tits up. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Give me a hand so I can have some more fun.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She picks up a long, sturdy bamboo stick from the corner of the room and walks towards you. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1> Tie me to that!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns around and extends her arms towards you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You tie Summer tightly to the stick by her wrists and upper arm. After being tied up, she tries to untie the bindings by contracting her arms. Then she looks at you with mild surprise. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Not bad! Not bad at all. Now hang me!</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Hang you? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She walks to the rope hanging from the ceiling and points to the hook at the end. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Yeah, attach this hook between my breasts. Then pull me up!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She tilts her head, smiles slightly and mutters something in a low voice. You can't hear what she's saying. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1><font size="2"><i>I know, Mathilda! I'm excited too. Sshh! I'm trying to hide it.</i> </font></summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Do I need to repeat myself? Get moving, chop chop!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Do What She Says|SummerCaptive10]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After some effort, you raise Summer high enough and secure the rope with a knot.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer2.jpg"><b><summer1>Good job! I might let you do something to me in the future. You're too naive yet. Now leave me alone! </summer1></b><b><summer1> <font size="2"><i>Hahaha! We'll stay like this for hours.... No, don't worry! We'll run away before our punishment time and get caught by someone else.</i> </font> </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Leave the Dungeon|nunEncounter1]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You walk to your room, exhausted.</n3></b>
[[Enter Your Room|nunEncounter2]]
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<b><n3> When you enter your room, you see a huge shadow that shouldn't be there. Neither you nor Sun could feel her. As soon as you enter, this huge figure politely greets you by lifting the front of her skirt. You're instantly taking a battle stance.</n3></b>
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<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><wil> Greetings to you. Please do not be afraid. We just wanted to officially meet with you. </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She speaks very politely and she has a sincere smile on her face. By keeping the gentleness in her voice; </n3></b>
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<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><wil>If you cause trouble for no reason, we have to act accordingly. </wil></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>She has no aggressive intentions. Just listen her. If something goes wrong, just RUN!</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><wil>We apologize for invading your personal domain but we had no choice. We are here to tell you that you are on the wrong side. We don't know what you were told , but we can assume that it was full of lies. </wil></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Why do you speak in the plural? Who are "we"? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><wil> So they didn't even bother to inform you. What a pity! We are the right path! It does not matter who we are as individuals. We all follow in the footsteps of our founder and we are all one self. </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your arm feels like it's on fire. An anger builds up inside you. Sun must be trying to restrain herself because she knows you have no chance of winning right now, but even what is leaking out of her is affecting you a lot. You breathe deeply and try to calm down. </n3></b>
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<div class="WilhelminaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><wil>We do not expect you to make a choice... Yet! Please seek to learn what you have not been told. Then we would like to invite you and introduce ourselves. You don't seem to be able to reach the center of this academy yet. We'll figure it out somehow.
We also request that this visit remains between us. We want you to know that we do not attribute your lack of aggression to a lack of power. We wish you a good day... and to your inner remnant.</wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After she finishes, gigantic nun bows her head and walks swiftly out of the room.</n3></b>
[[Continue|nunEncounter3]]
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<b><n3> You sit on your bed, trying to comprehend what happened. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>What just happened? What was she talking about? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Honestly there are many things I haven't told you yet. Most of them are things I'm not sure about or don't know. So I really don't know what she's talking about. Either way, we need to see Lucy.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her answer was so casual and calm that you don't think she is lying but you have reaffirmed that there are many things you were not told. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Of course she will say that. They want the opposite. This is their way of intimidating others. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>How could we not sense her? My senses were supposed to be much sharper now. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>You're tired, that's normal. Now let's get a good rest and talk to Lucy as soon as possible. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can tell that she is nervous too, and that she is avoiding your question but you feel less terrified than you thought. Perhaps you're getting used to it. You don't know whether to be glad or sad. Still, you agree that you need to rest. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You change and lie on your bed. You don't even have the energy to go over what happened. You fall asleep pretty fast. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Everything is in crimson. You're in a suffocating atmosphere. Your breath feels hot and dusty and it's not very comfortable. But there's a white silhouette in that sultry red. You squint a little and focus on the whiteness.
It's a white wolf. Looking up with full focus to a glow flying above. It catches your attention too and this time you focus on that glow. Gently swaying left and right, the glow is getting closer and closer to the white wolf. It's a feather!
You have no sense of time. You don't know how much time has passed, but you follow the movement of the feather with great interest. It takes its last swing over the white wolf's nose. The moment the wolf and the feather touch, a blinding white light appears. Starting from the white wolf's nose, it fills with this white light and finally glows completely white.
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<b><n3> How beautiful! You want it too. You want to be beautiful, to be admired and envied. How long will it take for you to be that beautiful? How long? How long? HOW LONG?</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't see anything. Where's the white wolf ? Maybe it was you. Of course it was you. Is there any other possibility?</n3></b>
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<b><n3> There's a black wolf in front of you. It's looking at you curiously with its pitch-black saliva. Fire and smoke oozes from its eyes and mouth. It's not beautiful nor elegant! But at the same time, it's not scary too. It seems sad and a little curious.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It has a familiar aura. As you keep looking, you suddenly freeze. You know why she looks sad. You know why she's curious. You know why she looks familiar.
But if so, it doesn't matter how much time you have. You're not destined to be beautiful. Maybe you can be strong. Maybe you can even be envied. But your beauty will <b><a1><i>NEVER</i></a1></b> be the cause of it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wake up screaming. Your eyes are teary and you feel restless. At the same time, there is a loud noise coming from your bookshelf. As if something slammed into it. You're not alone! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before you can do anything, you realize that the hand on your shoulder has dropped a cloak over you. Then a silhouette appears in front of you. That's the Succubus that led you to Lucy's dungeon! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You lie down until you feel a little more awake. As you calm down, you realize how hot your arm got. You were having a dream? When you find the strength to stand up, you get up, go to your bookshelf and slowly start picking up the books that have fallen.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1>Please don't bother. We'll take care of it. I've been sent by Mistress Lucy to deliver a message. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She walks slowly towards you and takes the books from your hand and puts it aside. Then she takes out a Latex marble and hands it to you. While your hand is still open, she brings her hand over yours and applies a bit of lust. You hear Lucy's voice in your head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she takes the Latex marble from your hand and slowly leans forward. It's strange to take such precautions when you're already covered with Scopophobic Latex. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/audrey1.jpg"><b><b1> That was a one-time use marble, so no one knows what you heard, including me. Please continue with your sleep. I'll take care of your bookshelf while you slee... It might be better if I do it when you're not in the room. I don't want to disturb your sleep again.</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes the cloak from your shoulder in a very gentle way and disappears in front of your eyes. Then you feel a little heat in your arm. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> So we'll walk straight into the fire. Both Lucy and Mistress Trix are very intelligent. So I don't think it's a haphazard plan, but what are they aiming for?</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Are you okay, by the way? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Why indeed? It's like you had a terrible nightmare, but you don't remember it. Why did you feel so awful? You're feeling much better now. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Well... I must have had a nightmare, but I don't remember. I wondered if you... </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun shrugs it off nonchalantly. Apparently she doesn't even know about it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> No, must be a nightmare, like you said... Well, if there's action to be taken, there's no urgency to talk with Lucy. We will wait for Sunday and see what happens.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You put on your cloak and make your way to the dungeon. You are not sure why you are included in this visit, but you are curious what's gonna happen.
When you reach the dungeon, you go inside and see a familiar face in the center of the dungeon. This is the Succubus who guided you to Lucy on the first day. Unfortunately you don't remember her name.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You nod softly and start to follow her. You're feeling a bit nervous. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter a corridor of the dungeon in a much better condition and soon you are standing in front of a door. Mell knocks and steps aside for you to enter. After hearing Lucy's approval from inside, you open the door and walk in.
Lucy seems very alert and tense. When you enter, she adjusts the chair she was leaning on and takes a few steps towards the middle of the room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you would expect from her, she is results-oriented and practical. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1>First of all, since you have been invited on this mission, I would like you to refer to me as Mistress only when necessary. You don't need to use it in every sentence.
And as for the ones who visit you. They call themselves "The Center" and I was a member of it but I left there a long time ago for some reasons. Some Succubuses chose to follow me and we settled here. Then we started to build our own thing.
There' s no need to hide it, I was the head of the Research Department there and that's where I made most of my discoveries about Latex Arts. That's why some of the talented Succubuses there also know about these things.
Our purpose for today is to try to reach a compromise with them. A truce, you might say. There' ll be three of us, counting you... Any questions?
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> What? What kind of explanation was that? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> No questions come to your mind when you are asked like that. Actually right now, she might reveal things that she wouldn't normally reveal. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Um... Well, the nun who came to visit me said that there is something that I was not told and that I should seek out what it is. Do you know what it is? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She approaches you with a great seriousness. You might learn something you didn't expect again. You widen your eyes and hold your breath without realizing it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After getting a little closer, she continues to look into your eyes with her usual piercing gaze. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You slump your shoulders with an exasperated sigh. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I see... And who's the third one? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You turn your head and see Summer sitting in the sofa behind you with a smiling face. Was she really there all along? Sometimes you seriously question your ability to sense Lust.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1>There is no need to make a big deal out of it, we will see a few familiar faces and return. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1>You know it's not gonna be that easy, Summer... Summer is a precious former Center member who chose to follow me too.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> Given the circumstances, she was the best candidate to accompany us. And she didn't reject my request. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1>Well, since the new right-hand has not been officially chosen, we can say that this is my duty. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy smiles vaguely in satisfaction and nods her head in agreement.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer lifts one leg and starts playing with her hair. You think how much it would fit her if she was chewing gum right now. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1>So are we ready to scare some brainwashed weaklings? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> They have recently lost a few very important members. Also, on Sundays, they are strictly forbidden to do anything violent or aggressive in their territory. They are aware of our strength and we need to intimidate them.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She frowns and slightly shifts her gaze downwards. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1>But they also recruited a very powerful succubus. But their main base is currently in Yukitumos. I don't think they would want any trouble here, but they acted faster and more assertively than I expected. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's a little strange to witness Lucy's thought process. You realize that she's not a hundred percent sure about what she's doing and that increases your concern a little bit. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Lucy continues muttering to herself, you see a silhouette on your shoulder. At first you can make out something white, but soon you realize that it is an owl.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She probably didn't realize that she released her spirit animal while lost in thought. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After listing the possibilities in a diminished voice that you won't hear after a while, she raises her head decisively. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy1.jpg"><b><l1> We're leaving! Summer, get changed! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer stands up with joy and takes off her dress and throws it away. Then she spreads her arms out to the sides and a viscous mass of latex wraps around her body from both sides. After a few seconds you realize that it has taken the form of a dress. She turns to you with a satisfied face as she ties the front of her dress. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer3.jpg"><b><summer1>Not bad, huh? Get changed. What are you waiting for?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Get changed? But you don't know how to control Latex. You can't hide the surprise on your face for a moment and you look around to see if there is a dress around for you. Summer puts her arms around her waist. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1> Wait a second, you mean you aren't familiar with the Latex Arts? How do you plan to protect yourself where we're going? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Well... Misstress Lucy said that violence and aggression are forbidden on Sunda... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer crosses her arms in front of her and interrupts you with a pretty annoyed face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>Yes, in their domain! What if they just immobilize you? what if they drag you into a common area? What if they're in alliance with the succubuses from outside?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy breaks the silence while you don't know what to say. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer's expression softens and she leans towards you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She shifts into a confident pose. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1>Nobody can do anything to you with us by your side! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer takes a deep breath. She is very confident and very different from the Summer you used to see. She's not harsh whatsoever, she's very playful and relaxed, but at the same time she's dominant and she's ready to fight back with everything she's got, no matter who's in her way.
You turn to Lucy and you see that she's also covered in latex. Even though her body is completely covered in Latex, she's also wearing a long Latex cape. This is what she was wearing during the duel too.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You realize that Sun is still not activated. Since she is the link between you and Mistress Trix, you couldn't talk to her either. You start the mission still not knowing exactly what is going to happen and why you have been invited. </n3>
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<b><n3>You get out of the dungeon, which is already in the forest, and start moving forward through the forest. You have a few questions on your mind. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> The nun who came told me that I cannot pass through The Center's barrier yet. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> She is right! Each barrier varies according to the characteristics of the area it protects. The barrier of each sign is easier for Succubus with that sign to cross. There are also special objects for those who can't easily pass the barrier of their own sign. These are a bit rare as they are usually given individually.
Milena should be taking care of the newcomers right now. That's why you were able to adapt to the barrier of the Jupiter Dormitory. Of course, all barriers are meaningless against raw power.
The Center has a lot of barriers and a huge territory. The more you go inside, the more difficult the barriers become. You don't have to worry about barriers with us.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer joins in with a small giggle. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer5.jpg"><b><summer1> If Mistress Lucy is dressed like that, you have nothing to fear. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You smile, but it is clear that you don't fully understand. Summer continues with a slightly more serious tone.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1>Latex obeys the stronger. The more Latex you carry, the more risk you take. You're like a rabbit in a trap for a Succubus stronger than you. Right now Mistress Lucy is challenging everyone there just by dressing like that. <i>"If you're confident enough, I'm completely covered in Latex. Come and get me!"</i>... But that's not really relevant because there is only one Latex user there. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod your head, quite impressed by what you have just heard, and look at Lucy walking next to you, unable to hide your admiration. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy nods slowly while walking , looking at the same spot. She seems to be going over her thoughts once more. Then she comes back into the conversation. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>They will never expect you to come. They made a move on us very recently. So, they must expect us to be afraid, to hide you from any threat. We won't give them what they want. By the way, I told Summer everything, so she knows. Whatever happens, I still have complete trust in her.
If my guesses are right, they're interested in you, aren't they, $name? How did they treat Sun? And where is she? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel the familiar heat on your arm and hear Sun's voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I'm a little nervous. Are you sure you want to bring her here already? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hear Bellatrix's voice in your mind in all its majesty.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1>This is the most logical and promising option we have. We talked about this, Ame! Never lose your control! Don't activate unless you have to!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>For a moment you think they must be talking a lot without you knowing. Lucy straightens her posture and speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> This is the shortest way to the Central Chapel. Soon we'll come out of these woods and you'll see where we're going. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Oh a chapel? You did some research when you talked to Sun about this. If there is a chapel, it shouldn't be too big. Maybe you're not going somewhere as creepy as you think. Despite what you have heard so far, you imagine a well-lit, cozy little chapel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> And then you come to the barrier gate Lucy said. The lush and peaceful forested area you have passed through so far turns into a foggy air. The trees are mostly leafless and their trunks are unusually dark. Stunned by this sudden change, you look at the road you came from, but you can barely see it through the fog.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Actually, we have been in the Center's territory for a while. But this is the center of The Center. What they want is to establish a threatening atmosphere right from the entrance. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She puts her hand on your shoulder. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer opens the barriers for you, as she has done so far, and you pass through.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>From the moment you walk through the door, you are enveloped by a feeling that you realize you will feel for as long as you are here. It's like a mixture of loneliness and despair, it's not intense but constant! Even though it is in the mist, after only a few steps you realize that you are looking at a gigantic structure. The closer you get, the more astonished you become. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are standing in front of a huge structure, the details of which you cannot make out because of the fog. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Umm... Mistress, I thought chapels were a little smaller than this. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy replies in a tone that says what she has to say is not a joke. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>That's nothing compared to the Yukitumos Academy's Church. But I agree it's spooky at first. The other one is more.... Majestic! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The surroundings of this huge structure are also in somber tones. If this is a small part of The Center, you can't help but wonder how big their total area is. As you make your way to the grand entrance, you see someone for the first time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This is a nun who is almost completely naked with some tattoos. As soon as you sensed this Succubus, the heat in your arm came back and you went into a much more focused state. You're standing more upright now and even your breathing is different. Lucy notices this change out of the corner of her eye and smiles. The nun interrupts in an exasperated tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>What the fuck are you talking about? We didn't request such a thing! Let's get this over with. Don't waste our time!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The nun tilts her head to the right. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer quickly moves up to the nun and comes nose to nose with her. There is too much of a height difference. Nun has to lift her head all the way up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>Say it again! Who would care if I took you from here? If you think I'm acting like this because it's Sunday, say it again and remember to lock your doors tomorrow!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see an expression on the nun's face for the first time. She takes a step back and shakes her head rapidly and blinks quickly a few times. She does this in small gestures, but you can tell that something has occurred to her and she is trying to recover from it. At the same time, Summer is looking at the nun with a small black cat over her right shoulder. There might be an opportunity here.</n3></b>
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You manage to get into the mind of the dazed nun. You realize that she is remembering something that happened in the past and trying to recover from it. She' s not fully immersed in this. She' ll recover faster than you expect, but you' ll try to see as much as you can.
This is a memory with Summer. You feel fear, humiliation, submission! Just when something is about to happen, she tries to forget it and succeeds. You see in flashes. Summer's in front of you and she looks ready to dominate you. Her outfit is as sensual as ever. Her Lust Energy is thorny hot. You can feel that sweet prickle on your skin.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You want to beg for mercy from her, but you are well aware that it won't work. And you're not sure you want mercy. </n3></b>
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You try to get into the mind of the dazed nun, but you fail. She recovers much faster than you expected. She takes a deep breath and carefully scratches her right eye. After clearing her throat, she is ready to speak again.
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<b><n3> She turns her eyes to you and doesn't look at you with disgust, as you would expect. She admires you worshipfully. Her voice trembles for a moment.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/nun1.jpg"><b><b1>She-... Umm She'll come with us. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy gets involved in a very sharp tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The nun lowers her head slightly and looks at you one last time. Then puts her hands in front of her and starts walking. And you follow her. You look up one last time before you go in. The carved figures there alone are a couple times your size. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The inside is in the same dark tones. Everything is huge and there's a lot of empty space. If you ignore the situation, it looks pretty aesthetic.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Who's the highest-ranking Succubus here right now? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The naked nun responds immediately. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy frowns with confusion. Before Lucy can continue, you start to hear the sound of high heels in the long corridor to your left. She walks towards you at a fast but confident pace. The naked nun quickly walks away. Sunlight coming in through the windows is increasing. You notice a Succubus appearing at the beginning of the corridor. As she continues to walk towards you, she starts talking in a cheerful way.</n3></b>
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<b><felicia1>Get rid of these clouds! Are we trying to scare the Succubus who came up with these tricks? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The incoming Succubus's Lust is very intense, but she doesn't radiate it at all. Lucy squints her eyes at the incoming Succubus. Succubus continues to speak from afar. She lets out a laugh that feels fake.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>What are you wearing Lucy? Are you here to declare a war? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Finally, she reaches to you. In a place this big, things like this can take a long time. You're observing the Succubus, who you're guessing is Felicia. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The scene suddenly changes. Summer ruthlessly shoves her strap-on down to your throat. Periodically, she lifts you up and make you gasp between her breasts, or kisses you brutally for minutes at a time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It's all about the pace! You lose track of time. You can't count how many times you've had an orgasm. Gradually you don't even dare to make a sound. The scene changes again. You are on your knees. It's like your whole body is possessed by Summer's Lust. Whatever you feel, you know she's in control. Do they really call it punishment?
You don't have to think about anything. You can hand everything over to the stronger one. There are plenty of Succubus who will gladly make decisions for you. That's all you can think about when you are being violently pounded back and forth by the big rubber strap-on. Now Summer's insults sound like compliments to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Everything goes black. Even though you watched everything that just happened from the outside, you felt exactly what the nun felt. You hear another familiar voice. It's Sun! </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Now you can enter a memory without my help. But you seem to have gotten carried away again. You need to practice when to let yourself out.
What has just happened, happened in the past and it is over. None of this was done to you, and that nun's thoughts are not your thoughts... I know they make sense at the moment. But you're not weak like her. Time to wake up! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You wake up with a little jolt. Even if you have a little dilemma, like when you have a very realistic dream and you don't know which one is real, you get over it in a short time. Sun really makes these things go smoothly. There's a lot to be careful about.
Probably because you entered her mind, the naked nun experienced these memories much more intensely and was affected by them. When you look, you see the nun on one knee. Then she stands back up and leans forward slightly, looking at Summer's heels. With a little tremor in her voice;</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She has turned 180 degrees. Summer puts her hand on the nun's shoulder in delight. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1>That's much better, dear! As long as you know your place, you have nothing to fear from me. Now lead the way.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The naked nun puts her hands in front of her and starts walking. And you follow her. You look up one last time before you go in. The carved figures there alone are a couple times your size. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As it gets brighter and brighter, sunlight falls through the window onto the harsh-looking Succubus. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>No, Felicia. I'm here for the opposite. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> Ooh, the traitors are here for peace! </felicia1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>IT'S NOT THAT EASY! You still don't understand. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The moment the door closes, Felicia's attitude changes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> What are you doing here? I rescheduled your appointment. Didn't you realize you shouldn't have come? And you really brought her!? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Felicia opens her chest. Two metal chains from the metal collar around her neck end at her nipples.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Felicia puts her hand on the floor and the walls of the room are completely covered with Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy takes off her cape and tucks it under her arm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Felicia frowns. It's like something happened that she doesn't want to say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> They may have found a way. They're hiding the details even from me, but I think they found a way this time.</felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she turns to you and starts introducing herself in earnest.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> Felicia is my name. I've been in charge of Punishment for a long time. I don't know how much you've been told, I don't really care. Lucy was head of another department here. Summer was the Succubus below me in the Punishment.</felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy slowly approaches and hugs her and Felicia hugs her back. After they leave, Lucy intervenes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> We couldn't take everyone with us. There had to be some of us at the Center. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>Please don't tell me you don't realize that this is clearly a declaration of war. So, what, she's ready? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Felicia doesn't seem happy with the answer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> NOT ENOUGH! So what, she's mastered the Latex Arts? She can enter the Mars Dormitory without help? She can challenge my limited form in brute strength? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> This shout is followed by an expected silence. But your lips move on their own. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Felicia releases one of the nipple clamps. As you watch the chain swinging, she suddenly disappears and you feel a hand on your throat then you are on the ground. Latex on the ground starts to cover you.
Even if you don't understand what's happening, instinctively you're already in fight mode. There's a black aura around you. Your spirit animal must be materializing.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>But something's wrong. It's a black wolf, but its eyes glow dark blue and it's facing you. You are the prey! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel extremely powerless and helpless. There's nothing you can do but wallow in the sticky Latex.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> The bottom line is this! You are weak! You are incompetent! Killing you right now would only benefit us. We need more time! And perhaps the worst part is that none of this is your fault!</felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Black wolf disappears and Felicia stumbles. Summer rushes in and grabs her. Then she puts the nipple clamp back on. Lucy watches with sorrow. Felicia sits down and catches her breath. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>I apologize... I let my emotions take over. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy calmly lifts you up and cleans all the Latex off you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Felicia takes a deep breath and begins to explain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>This place wasn't like this before. Over time, we felt small little changes, but we were minding our own business. One day I was summoned by the Higher-Ups. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She points to the wall and a Latex layer peels away from around a painting. The painting is in black and white and shows a Succubus with a very pure beauty. With black overlays on her nipples and a black veil on her head, she is adorably beautiful. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> They told me I was a special, chosen Succubus, I was the reincarnation of the Founding Mother Superior who had vanished long ago. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her eyes tear up and her voice trembles slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>They said I didn't meet all the requirements. First of all, I wasn't a Moon but... but I could achieve the other ones with enough work. My spirit animal was a perfect match. A black wolf!
But I was never a Succubus who stood out for my technique. I've always been driven by raw power. Brittany and I used to compete to see who was the strongest, but over time, we completely grew apart.</felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> From the heat in your arm, you can feel that Sun is listening too... With deep sadness. Felicia looks up at you with teary eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>From that moment on, I just tried to get stronger without even knowing what it was for. But over time I realized I wasn't cut out for it. I needed to understand the nature of Lust. To be able to replicate it, to share it, to change its structure, to adapt it.
I didn't say a word because I was scared. As Lucy guessed, they were looking for a husk. And thanks to her, I have progressed much further in Latex Arts... Probably my success in Latex has kept their hopes high. There were some details they did not know.
But I was trying to move in a direction I had no talent for. They kept pushing me because I was the only option they had at that moment. One day I was called and informed that the transfer was going to be done.
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<b><n3> She falls silent for a moment and exhales deeply.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She spreads her arms, looking at her body. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> I am as you see me now, my body so weak that without this collar I wouldn't even be able to handle my own strength. Lucy asked me to come with her when she was leaving, but I'd be nothing but a burden now.They still haven't removed my position. I really don't know why, but one day I'll be replaced. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She wipes her tears and looks at you again. Serious and with eyes that accept you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>Training you is a double-edged sword. If you had released a black wolf on the first day, you would have been in big trouble. Brittany would choose to eliminate you herself. She hates this place. She started this spirit animal ceremony in the first place. So she could easily check all the incoming Succubus.
One of the most severe punishments at the Center is to offer Brittany a Lust Duel. There was a recent one. Every time they try to get Brittany out of control. The crackpot in charge of the Research keeps finding new shit... Lucy's former assistant. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just as Felicia was about to continue her speech, you hear a knocking. It gets gets louder and louder. Someone is knocking on the door with all their might. If there wasn't a layer of Latex, the door would have been broken down long ago. </n3></b>
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<b><wil>Mistress Felicia, are you available? May we come in? </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> That voice? It's muffled, but it sounds familiar. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Felicia clears her throat in a panic. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>Not now, Wilhelmina! I have guests. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Wilhelmina? Is that a name? </n3></b>
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<b><wil>Please, Mistress! We are responsible for your protection. We can't let anything happen to you. </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Felicia narrows her eyes and whispers in a low voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> <font size="4">This is the Succubus they gave me to spy on me. They use my state of health as an excuse.</font> All right, I'll open the door. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Latex coating the room fills the cracks in the wall and disappears. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When the door opens, you see the tall nun you saw in your room that day. She's as huge as you remember. She can' t hide her shock when she sees you. Trying to hide her surprise, she walks next to Felicia. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil>Mistress, please do not leave our custody. If anything happens now, you'll be the first target. You know today we can't defend ourselves. </wil></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> I appreciate it, but I made a request about speaking in the plural. Can you speak normally, please? </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel Wilhelmina's hesitant to look at Lucy. Summer playfully joins in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Wilhelmina stands in front of Summer with her huge body. She's like a mountain. Summer lifts her head all the way up, and she still barely makes it to her belly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She speaks, looking at Summer with ice-cold eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer smiles slightly and licks her lip. You can tell this turns her on a little. Just when things were about to get heated, Felicia's word changes all that. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Wilhelmina takes a limping step backwards, and she looks at Summer with embarrassed eyes. You can't tell if she's acting or not. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> Please forgive me, Mistress! I'm new, I didn't know.</wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It seems to bother Felicia that someone is always watching over her. Ever since Wilhelmina arrived, her tone has become exasperated. She explains calmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1>There is a new class called the Watchers. Although Wilhelmina is one of our newest members, she was selected for this elite group. They have the authority to use their power if they deem it necessary, regardless of the day. </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Wilhelmina is trying to avert her eyes from you. Now that you know your role, you don't find these glances strange, but Sun doesn't think so. You can feel her trying to calculate how many seconds it'll take you to disarm her. Felicia stands up slamming her hands on the table. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/felicia1.jpg"><b><felicia1> Okay! I'll pass on your requests to the Higher-Ups. Thank you for your time! </felicia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy nods and turns to you. Then she starts walking outside. Just as you are about to head for the door, you realize that your hands are being held and you are turning in the opposite direction. Wilhelmina kneels down while holding your hands and brings them over her head. After a few seconds she realizes what she has done and gets up in a hurry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> Umm... We had to check something for safety reasons. Please continue, you're fine. </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are burning up! If you hadn't restrained yourself at the last moment, you would have attacked her without caring a bit about what would happen to you.
Summer immediately notices and grabs you by the shoulders. The moment she touches you, your stiff body relaxes. Must be an Anti-Lust effect. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After passing the barrier, you enter back into the woods. Summer exhales deeply.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>It didn't turn out the way I expected. I was prepared to sacrifice... Whatever...
Summer! You don't have to go back to your former position but I'd like to see you by my side more. I would like you to spend a little less time on your own pleasures.
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<b><n3> Summer solemnly approves. Lucy doesn't seem to be finished. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>$name! Although I'm satisfied with the speed of your progress, it doesn't seem to be enough. Either I'll have to get you to the main Dormitory earlier than others or I have to add extra training for the newcomers. Hmm... maybe you can to try to adapt to some things that are almost impossible for normal Succubuses.
I'll let you know when it's decided. I expect you in the dungeon next Saturday We have enough time. Don't worry! By the way, Don't come here on your own and if you run into a Succubus in all black... I want to say run, but I don't know if you can. If her face is hidden, then it's something really serious. That may not happen, but keep it in mind. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You keep walking while listening to Lucy. You don't know when you are out of the Center's territory because you are in the woods. Although it feels good to know more, the restlessness growing inside you has not diminished.
You're tired of feeling like everyone but you is in control and knows what you're doing. But at least you are moving forward. It's better than nothing. After a visit to the dungeon, you return to your room. It's been an exhausting mission in every way. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A black crow on the branch of a tree you pass under. You don't even notice it. No one noticed that its sharp eyes followed this mission from start to finish. After turning its head aimlessly left and right a few more times, the crow takes off. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you walk in, you see Lucy in a red to pink Latex dress. It's a sight you didn't expect. She looks very cute, but you're determined not to make any comments yet you can't hide your stare. Lucy must have noticed it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She frowns slightly and looks into your eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> I like vivid colors too. Anyway, follow me please! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start following her. You're very curious about what's going to happen.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy's talking to you on the way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> You've met a lot of Succubus who have mastered the Latex Arts so far. So you might be thinking that this is a relatively common thing. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Umm... if I recall correctly, I only met four... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember you never told Lucy the fourth one. She was a Succubus from Yukitumos Academy and she was a lunatic. Luckily, you escaped unharmed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> She was not. She was wearing a spiky mask and she was a bit... Excited. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>You didn't tell me you met her. Did she try to do anything to you? I specifically warned her not to. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy doesn't seem happy that she's just finding this out, but she doesn't push it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>All right! From now on, keep me informed about such things. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After saying that, you feel a sudden chill. It wears off quickly and you ignore it. You enter another room.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Umm... if I recall correctly, I only met three... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Yeah, that's more than half. So I want you to realize how rare this is. So it' s hard to predict the outcome of this attempt. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You enter a dark and empty room. You can't clearly see the walls, but it seems to be full of cracks and has a strange structure. Lucy turns to you with seriousness. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> You are probably coming to the end of your union with Sun. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You know it's pointless to respond. You keep listening to Lucy in a concerned way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> I know she talks like she'll always be with you, but you're advancing too fast. She must not be able to suppress it anymore. Has there been a change in her activation frequency lately? </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It's much rarer than it used to be. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Actually, you will always carry a part of her consciousness inside you. But it won't be the same. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You try to feel the warmth in your arm while listening to Lucy. You feel your eyes fill slightly as you can't feel the heat you're used to. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Mistress Trix thinks it's a wasted effort. But I think it's worth a try. You will probably contact Sun even more rarely after this. Don't worry, she'll always be watching over you. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy walks into the darkness and comes out with a box. When she opens the box, you see a helmet that you guess is made of Latex. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Your entrance exam to Latex Arts. Once you get that in your head, basically Latex will try to take you over. But the more Latex, the more powerful it is. The more access it has to the mind, the harder it is to control. This room is completely isolated from the outside and by keeping the Latex here, I was able to get a much weaker form of Latex.
But don't let the fact that it's weaker put you at ease. It's hungry for action, it craves growth. The current you can't be taken over by this Latex. At least that's what I think. But I'll be here if things go wrong. And it's not a method that can turn any Succubus into a Latex controller. I just want to test something.
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<b><n3> You're regulating your breathing. You're still focused for a flicker of heat on your arm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Normally you'd hear Sun's comforting comments before you embark on something like this. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What am I supposed to do? I haven't tried it before, but I don't think I can control Latex. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy smiles slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> Moon and Saturn. These are the controllers. Instinctively you know how to control everything that your Lust energy can reach. The outcome doesn't matter. I'll be there beside you. We're testing something else here anyway. You don't need to feel nervous.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod slowly in agreement. So you instinctively know what to do? Let's give it a try.
Lucy slowly takes the helmet and puts it on your head. It's pitch black inside and you feel a sudden movement. Little sticky threads are sticking to your face one by one and you start to lose consciousness.
There's one last thing you feel before you lose consciousness. The faint heat around your sign.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>It feels sticky. You are covered with a dense and viscous layer. You have a headache and you hardly have the strength to open your eyes. Or are your eyes open? You are not sure. Where were you? What were you supposed to do? Maybe if you get some sleep, it will be okay.
NO! That's not what you're here for. You try to reach out your hand. The sticky Latex tries to prevent it, but you can do it, albeit slowly. You notice a difference in the movement of the Latex touching your palm. It's like they're listening to you. They wonder what they should do.
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<b><n3>Once you touch it, you realize you're in a Latex orb. Powerless screams are all around you, trying to intimidate you, trying to take you over. These attempts are getting on your nerves. Why don't the weak know their place? You snort like a bull. How dare they touch you! The more you focus, the more you can feel. A pile of sludge in need of guidance. You're going to tear this orb apart. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Each attempt is more powerful and controlled than the last. A little more and you're free. Finally a glimmer of light. No one can hold you now. You're getting out of the Latex cell you've been imprisoned in.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are out... But where are you? Your anger is subsiding. Latex, who was trying to suppress you just now, is now listening to your orders. There's something behind you! It's just a gut feeling, but it must be something.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's like an figure burning with flames from the shadows. You notice two very faint white dots. Are those her eyes? She came to talk, you know that. But she has some demands? You don't hear an outside voice. It's like she' s speaking directly to your brain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Congratulations!</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Who are you? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Show... What?</n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Your potential... For ten seconds you'll hand over control to me and I'll show you what you can do with a fraction of yourself. You need to experience it.</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What are you going to do? Why do you... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are interrupted.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Excellent! First, let me correct a misconception. You're not a copycat. You are the one who can adapt to any power that exists and transform it into your own power... And this is only the first phase. Now I'll show you a small example. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel like you're regaining consciousness but you can't move. You can only watch. The helmet is still on your head but you can see out. Lucy is watching you carefully in her vivid body suit. You turn your head and look at her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your hand towards the wall and a black sticky liquid starts oozing out through the cracks of the wall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Without waiting, you direct your hands towards Lucy and Latex shoots at her with great speed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1>Wait! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy must be pinned to the wall. You approach her, walking calmly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see Lucy. She's completely covered in black Latex and she's struggling to move. You come closer and raise your hands. You are also covered in sticky Latex and you start playing with Lucy's tits. After a few seconds, a word comes out of your mouth.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then you regain control and stagger to the ground, completely out of breath. You're completely covered in Latex, but you can't control it. The latex slowly starts to leak out of your hand. Meanwhile, Lucy manages to break free from her bindings. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She pulls a huge Latex dildo out of her throat as she almost faints. She is coughing and trying to regulate her breathing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy has managed to regain control. She gathers the Latex on you and on the floor in her hands. You hear a very deep voice inside your head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I can't suppress her anymore. I will continue to be here, but as long as she lets me... Trust in yourself $name...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're supposed to feel bad. You're tired, out of breath but... you feel... <b><i><inner>good</inner></i></b>. After the initial shock wore off, you realized that you had taken down one of the most experienced Latex user in the world... But it all happened so fast, maybe the involvement of Mistress Trix could have changed things. This curiosity is nagging your brain with a strange excitement. Would you have stood a chance against both of them? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After you have calmed down a bit, you are in another room, resting. Lucy quickly runs from book to book, looking at her notes and making some new ones. You told her everything that just happened and everything you felt. Except when you wonder if you stand a chance against them both.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> If I didn't put all my focus on trying to calm Mistress Trix down, terrible things could have happened... So she said ten seconds and she really kept to it. Hmm... I wish we could have seen your sign. I wonder what it looked like at that moment.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's a little discouraging to hear that. So, you haven't exactly beat Lucy. But Lucy is very excited and it's like she's been waiting for something like this. Probably with the tension of not knowing what would happen, she was eagerly awaiting such an outcome.
Lucy comes and goes, she puts a Latex object next to you and tells you to make it move, she wraps it around your arm and tells you to get rid of it, and she does all sorts of experiments, big and small. She stops after examining you for almost two hours.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> I see! This could be it. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's getting closer to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> I have an offer. It's up to you whether you choose it or not, but it will certainly help you move forward.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Mars Dormitory. Only a Succubus with Mars signs can get in here. The Academy's most isolated dormitory from other signs. Do you know why that is? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You shake your head negatively. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Continue|accept4]] </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> Each sign has its own characteristics. Mars may be the most unusual of them all. They can have two kinds of sexual organs, at will. Not two at the same time! One of the two. Almost all of them, however, prefers the penis. Normally the only way to have a penis is to be a Mars... But in your case, there may be another option.
If you can sufficiently replicate the Lust Energy of a Mars and make it your own, we can say that there is practically no obstacle in front of it... But I leave that to your choice. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[I Want Try It! (Activate Futa/Trans Content)|accept5]]
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1> I respect that! There are countless ways to progress. You just need to move forward in other ways.
I told you I was going to make a decision about your situation. Making a change directly to your studies would attract too much attention. We won't have a choice in the future, but right now it's better to keep as low profile as possible.
You can focus on your Latex control for now. Angela was supposed to be your next trainer, but she is no longer with us.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You tilt your head slightly to the right. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>She just left here... Still alive. She is not a Latex user but she has an incredible Lust sensitivity. Especially the variety of Spirit animals and the control she has over them is admirable... But she wanted to leave. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> While you listen to her, you twirl little Latex particles around your hands and play with it. It's a very strange feeling. It's like you have a magnetic field and Latex is reacting to it. When you focus, you can control what happens much faster and stronger, but in its normal state it oscillates according to your movements with small delays. It's very relaxing.
Lucy approaches and holds out her arm towards you. In a slightly impatient tone;</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Try to connect with my mind. You should be able to do it on your own. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You hold Lucy's hand and when you close your eyes and focus for a moment, a voice appears in your mind shouting angrily. You seem to hear her in the middle of her speech. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1> Who the fuck does she think she is? This is a total humiliation. I'm going to show her!... Oh! $name, hello, sweetie!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Bellatrix must have been complaining all this time. You admire Lucy's patience. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Very good! I'm waiting for you tomorrow to take the first steps on this matter. I told you I was going to make a decision about your situation. Making a change directly to your studies would attract too much attention. We won't have a choice in the future, but right now it's better to keep as low profile as possible.
You can focus on your Latex control for now. Angela was supposed to be your next trainer, but she is no longer with us.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You tilt your head slightly to the right. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>She just left here... Still alive. She is not a Latex user but she has an incredible Lust sensitivity. Especially the variety of Spirit animals and the control she has over them is admirable... But she wanted to leave. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> While you listen to her, you twirl little Latex particles around your hands and play with it. It's a very strange feeling. It's like you have a magnetic field and Latex is reacting to it. When you focus, you can control what happens much faster and stronger, but in its normal state it oscillates according to your movements with small delays. It's very relaxing.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy approaches and holds out her arm towards you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>Try to connect with my mind. You should be able to do it on your own. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hold Lucy's hand and when you close your eyes and focus for a moment, a voice appears in your mind shouting angrily. You seem to hear her in the middle of her speech.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bellatrix1.jpg"><b><trix1> Who the fuck does she think she is? This is a total humiliation. I'm going to show her!... Oh! $name, hello, sweetie!</trix1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Bellatrix must have been complaining all this time. You admire Lucy's patience. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy goes back to her notes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy5.jpg"><b><l1>I'll expect you back next Saturday. Please get a good rest. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod and leave the room. You see a Succubus waiting to escort you out. You go to your room, continuing to play with the Latex particles. </n3>
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<b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
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<b><n3> After you pick up your necklace, you extend your hand towards your cloak, which is a few meters away. The Latex cloak slowly starts to move and slowly floats and takes its place on your shoulders. You go out and make your way to the dungeon.
You don't really know what's going to happen today. The uneasiness you had been feeling for a few days had subsided. It felt like the Sun and the other thing inside you were always bickering or fighting with each other and you couldn't do anything about it. It felt like a headache, but it's gone.
You reach the dungeon with only your own thoughts in your mind.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After you pick up your necklace, you extend your hand towards your cloak, which is a few meters away. The Latex cloak slowly starts to move and slowly floats and takes its place on your shoulders. You go out and make your way to the dungeon. Today you'll meet with a Mars. You are a little curious about whats going to happen.
When you get to the entrance of the dungeon, you take a deep breath and go inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> When you go in, you see Lucy talking with a few Succubus. After noticing you, they give a bow to Lucy and then to you as they walk away. Lucy starts walking in heels that echo throughout the dungeon as you join her. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Welcome $name! The Succubus I'm going to introduce you to today is a newcomer, just like you. To be honest, she's not very strong, but she is promising.
I usually ask newcomers which department they want to be in and I put them there without any question. They reveal their true colors over time anyway. She wanted to be in Punishment. She doesn't know, but she is in the testing phase.
Her attitude may annoy you at first, so I'm asking you to stay calm.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You realize how hope-filled her voice is as she talks about this Mars. You nod to indicate that you understand and continue to follow her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy stands in front of a wall and holds out her hand. The wall becomes transparent and you can see through it. It is dimly lit by a blue light. A cage, chains and a myriad of whips and paddles hanging at the back. Also two Succubus in the middle of the room.
One has a gag in her mouth and her hands are tied to the ceiling. The other, in a Latex body suit, runs her hands over the body of the tied Succubus. What catches your attention is between her legs. A fully erect penis!
After a short while, she twists the tied Succubus around and shifts her focus to her ass. She caresses first and then spanks it. You can't hear what they say. And they seem to be unable to see you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She continues to spank her. Then slowly she starts to play with her pussy. Lust energy coming from her is... A bit weird. You feel like, this is not her true nature, but she seems to act like it... It's like an animal trying to puff itself up to look bigger. However it's just a momentary feeling. In general, her Lust Energy is aggressive and assertive. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Something is bothering you. You don't like this feeling very much. Your posture stiffened and your breathing became more controlled. Lucy notices it immediately.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Is something wrong? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With Lucy's question, you realize how tight your body has become. You relax your shoulders and exhale deeply </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, it's nothing. I guess I reacted to her Lust Energy unintentionally. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy nods in understanding and continues to watch inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> When you look at Lucy, you see that she is watching inside with great attention. She even gives little reactions as if she can hear inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can tell by the energy emitted. They are ready. Now they can begin. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly Lucy knocks on the glass and enters without waiting, you follow her right away.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Okay, Ella, take a little break. I'll introduce you to the Succubus I told you about. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Succubus, whose name you learn is Ella, bows her head, looks a bit startled. She hurriedly unties the tied Succubus from the ceiling and starts pushing her into the cage.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella>C'mon... Ugh! Quickk... </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>In fact, if Ella didn't keep pushing her, she could get to the cage much faster, but she constantly loses her balance. At one point her ankle turns and she collapses. Ella lets out an irritated little scream and continues to push her on the ground. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella> Come on, move! You're making me look bad!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> For almost five minutes you watch the Succubus being pushed into her cage. Every time she stands up, she collapses down again because of Ella and everything starts all over again. The sad thing is, Ella's not doing this to torment her. She's genuinely trying to put her in the cage. When you look at Lucy, you see that she is still watching with great attention.
Finally, the Succubus enters the cage. You've watched this whole process in astonishment.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella straightens up, panting, and fixes her hair. Then she suddenly turns back to Lucy and puts on a serious expression, as if nothing happened a moment ago. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella>Yes Mistress! Sorry to keep you waiting. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy continues like nothing has happened. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>This is the Succubus I told you about. She will try to imitate your Mars qualities. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella turns to you in an overdramatic way and puts her hands on her waist. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> First you give a small greeting with your head and smile vaguely. After a while, she turns back to Lucy.</n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella1.jpg"><b><ella> I don't think she can do it, Mistress!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The smile on your face grows. Who the hell is this? You don't know how to feel. Lucy calmly continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>There's only one way to find out. She's in the same dormitory as you. I don't want any more comments about it. Like I said, we'll try and see! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella fixes her hair again and nods in agreement with Lucy's words.
You realize it better when you're more closely exposed to her energy. There are definitely something she's trying to hide. Something fundamental about her. She probably doesn't even have a bad motive. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy turns her head to you. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>You can leave, $name. Actually, there was something else I wanted to show you, but we'll save it for next time. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After Ella gave you directions to her room, you walk out of the room as Lucy explains to Ella why what just happened is not ideal. She is being more patient and attentive to her than you would expect. You're finding it strange that she's bothering with something like this when she has something to show you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you walk in, you see a familiar face. Summer is leaning back against a pillar with her eyes closed and arms crossed. She appears to be resting or meditating.
As you walk towards her, Summer slowly opens her eyes and looks at you. Then she greets you while stretching softly. She's dressed like the day you visited the Center.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> Hi, gorgeous! Today you're with me. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She seems to be in a good mood today. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> Mistress Lucy's a little busy. I heard you've stepped into the Latex Arts. Well, congratulations! It's a bit unexpected but... I don't think we can say that about you. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She speaks like a friend. It was completely different the first time you spoke. You smile sincerely and say a few words. Suddenly a voice in your head;</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Her personality is weakening. She loses sight of who she is. There is an opportunity here. </inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> She's on our side. Quit talking nonsense! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's Sun! Arguing with the other... One? You immediately try to connect with them. Sun is talking to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>I had to deal with some things for a while, but I was finally able to prove that I'm not easily repressed. So we've come to a temporary agreement. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It feels good to hear the Sun's voice with its old liveliness. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you're done talking in your head, you turn your attention back to Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> Today I have been tasked with helping you to see your limits in the Latex Arts and to assist you to see where you can go further. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She leans gently into your ear.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> <font size="4"> And thank you for not telling Mistress Lucy anything. </font></summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer's gaze and posture changes a little. By looking at you with desire; </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1> Don't worry, today will be easy. We'll just outline a road map!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You get goosebumps. This sudden transition made you a little uncomfortable. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1> Follow me, please.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start walking with Summer. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1>Just to be clear, how should I address you? </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There is laughter in your brain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>She introduced herself to you as Sun. I could be called Moon, right? </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun doesn't seem to like this sarcasm. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Shut up! I don't want to bother with you anymore. </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Maintain respect for your elders! I am your Mistress. </inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>You are not my shit! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You envisioned a more epic clash between the two of them. Have they been arguing like this for a while? They must have known each other. While walking, Summer starts talking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer5.jpg"><b><summer1> It would not be wise to use your Latex abilities against a high-level Succubus right now. Also if this was a common power, we would first teach you how to build a defense. But because it is a rare talent, we can ignore many of the disadvantages. Still, this is a path that you need to focus on and put a lot of effort into.
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<b><n3> She stops in front of a door and enters in after you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's a clean room in white and gray tones. You see a latex-covered Succubus chained to a huge white bed. The bed is confined with metal rods and the chained Succubus is quite calm. You can almost feel no Lust energy from her... Is she sleeping? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This bed is on the left side of the room. On the right side there is a clump of Latex that has oozed through the wall and looks pretty solid. But it seems to be intentionally condensed. You can feel that it's going to be a bit difficult to make it move. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer walks joyfully to the center of the room. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1>So, this place will reveal some things about your style. You'll also be able to test how reliable your Latex skills are. I'll unchain her in a moment and she'll try to get out of this room. What I want you to do is limit her movements using only Latex. You can't hold her, you can't get into her brain or any of that and only what you can do yourself, without any help.
Her movements must be restricted through Latex. She just needs to touch the door, no need to step outside. You also need to make her cum. You are allowed to choose the way you do that... And please don't hurt her. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are startled by sudden noises. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus, which had been lying calmly, slowly starts to move, and then begins to struggle. This sudden change excites you. Summer, well aware of your excitement, approaches the struggling Succubus and begins to unchain her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As soon as the Succubus is free of the chains, she straightens up and turns her head first towards you and then the door. You are between her and the door, but you cannot make physical contact. If you fail, she might even walk right past you. You have to decide what to do right now. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wait until gets to her feet, but she's cautious. She is not running straight for the door. After taking a few slow steps, you extend your hand a bit instinctively. You can use the Latex on her. You make Latex strips to delimit her arms and legs and make her kneel. But that didn't even come close to stopping her. She's still moving on her knees. Slowly, but she can reach the door if you don't do anything.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>If this is not enough, you can tighten it a little more. You close your eyes, focusing on the belt-like stripes you have created. Slowly closing your palm, you imagine those stripes tightening. It's working! She's completely on her knees and elbows, she shouldn't be able to move anymore. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Once the Succubus is unchained, she starts to move more slowly than you expected. You feel a little helpless for a moment as you look at her with a mixture of excitement and concern. If she tried to run away quickly, you might act instinctively, but when you saw her calm, you got tangled up.
You have one thing in mind. You don't even let her touch the floor! She starts to move, slowly crawls to the edge of the bed. She's going to stand up! Quick! Do something!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You completely forgot that you're supposed to use Latex... Stop it! Do not move! Just as she is about to take her first step, only one thing crosses your mind with the heat in your sign. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She suddenly stops where she is. After seeing that, you suddenly snap back. You raise your trembling hands and make strips with the Latex on her. After restricting her movement with these, you pull her to the center of the bed. She doesn't move at all. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>What the hell! The Succubus, which should be helpless on the ground, continues to crawl forward. You're thinking about what you can do. You need to pin her to the ground. But the Latex on her won't be enough. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your head to the right. Maybe you could use that Latex that appears in solid form. You immediately turn your focus there and try to feel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Yes, there it is. A sphere image appears in front of your eyes. You can tell just by looking at it how firm it is. You're trying, not knowing what to do, but nothing happens. It doesn't listen to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just when you're running out of hope, you realize something. You don't know it, but there's someone in this room who can do it. You open your eyes in a fury. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't know it, but your eyes are glowing all white. Summer is the target of your eyes. You're gonna learn how to move this Latex pile from her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't know how you do it, but a feeling sprouts inside you. You know how you can revitalize that motionless sphere. You have to give it your own energy. To make it obey your commands, you must first sacrifice a little of your Lust Energy. The strange thing is that you also know how to make it happen. You close your eyes again. The crawling Succubus is getting very close to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start injecting your energy into the solid sphere. Your breath control is in place and you can do this. The sphere begins to move. It evolves into a liquid form, though still dense. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not enough! You need more control. You want as much control as you had when you immobilized Lucy. That was a great feeling! You transfer even more energy into the sphere. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Now you have a latex that barely retains its spherical form and listens to you. It's ready now!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You raise both arms. The Latex reacts to your movements and starts to rise. It feels very dense and heavy. Some pieces from the rising part fall to the ground, and when enough accumulates at the bottom, they take off again. Slowly but steadily you move this towards the Succubus, who is crawling towards the door. When she realizes there is a pile of Latex coming at her, she tries to speed up, but fails miserably.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you raise your arms, you notice your sign on the inside of your arm. On the outside of the crescent, the curves of the sun are formed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>To avoid being distracted by this, you focus back on the Latex you are controlling. You're almost reached the Succubus on the ground. Finally you drop your arms and the Latex pile meets the Succubus. The heavy Latex pile collapses on top of the Succubus and you suddenly remember Summer telling you not to hurt her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You immediately try to reduce the damage by spreading your hands to the sides. Excess Latex flies across the room. You see the Succubus in front of you, wallowing in a thick bed of Latex. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The next step is to making her cum! But wait... Everything goes blurry. You start to sway, and feel yourself losing consciousness. Just as you are about to fall to the ground, there is someone grabbing you around the waist. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>All right, that's enough! You've done more than enough. It's over! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's always relaxing to be touched by Summer. You realize how tight your body is and you let yourself go. From the Latex spread all over the room, a piece of it lifts up, grabs you and gently leads you towards the bed. You absorb your own energy back from the Latex that carries you and feel a little better. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As the huge lump of Latex is about to pile up on the Succubus on the ground, it suddenly hits an invisible barrier and spills all around the crawling Succubus.
Your eyes darken and you start to lose your balance. You snap out of it and see that Summer has both hands outstretched towards the crawling Succubus. You notice the sun sign on the inside of her hand.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This is different from the sign you saw before. It must be the next stage. So she made a barrier with Anti-Lust to protect her. You're getting worse again and this time you feel like you're going to collapse. Suddenly you feel an arm around your waist. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1> All right! We may have asked a little too much from you. It's over! Don't worry!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's always relaxing to be touched by Summer. You realize how tight your body is and you let yourself go. From the Latex spread all around the Succubus, a piece of it lifts up, grabs you and gently leads you towards the bed.
You try to absorb some energy from this Latex, but you can't feel your own energy in it. When it comes in contact with Anti-Lust, your energy probably cleansed off.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After carrying you to bed, Summer approaches the Succubus struggling on the floor and frees her. The Succubus hurriedly opens the mouthpiece and starts coughing. After catching her breath, she lies down and continues to rest. Summer turns to her. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>So, how was it Harley? </summer1></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1>Intense! I don't even need to say it. She's brimming with potential. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lift your head from the bed and look with confused eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Harley is a valuable member of our Research Department. She can't see but with her spirit animal, she can feel everything that happens in every detail. And she turns that into incredibly detailed reports. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer then points with her finger to a figure on the ceiling. There is a shadow on the ceiling on the far side of the room from you. You squint a little and notice a bat standing there shyly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After carrying you to bed, Summer approaches the Succubus on the floor. The Succubus opens the mouthpiece and starts coughing. After catching her breath, she lies down and continues to rest. Summer turns to her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> Are you all right, Harley?</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1>I'm fine. Thanks to you, Summer! Shit! I got really scared for a moment. She's brimming with potential, maybe even too much. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You lift your head from the bed and look with confused eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Harley is a valuable member of our Research Department. She can't see but with her spirit animal, she can feel everything that happens in every detail. And she turns that into incredibly detailed reports. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer then points with her finger to a figure on the ceiling. There is a shadow on the ceiling on the far side of the room from you. You squint a little and notice a bat standing there shyly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a little more rest you feel much better and sit up straight. These things don't have as big an impact on you as they used to. Then you remember your sign when you were controlling the Latex pile. It bothers you a bit that there will be a detailed report of everything that happened here. Summer's approaching you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You nod slowly in agreement. Summer sits down next to you and starts stretching calmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I got my old position back. A few succubus left with this news. And there's nothing we can do about it. Mistress Lucy's departure from The Center was accepted under certain conditions.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wouldn't think Summer was that flexible. Sometimes she poses in such a way that it looks like she's trying to show off. But you can tell by the tone of her voice that this is not the case. She must have noticed your gaze.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I stretch when I feel nervous... There were many conditions, but one of them was that the Center would be free to recruit any Succubus who chose to leave Mistress Lucy, and we could not object.
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<b><n3> She says a few names, but Madalyn and Angela catch your attention. Summer seems really worried. Again, you see a side of her you didn't know. You don't quite understand why she shows you such vulnerable sides of herself.
Knowing that she has worries too, and watching her stretch her body, relaxes you too. Summer taps your leg reassuringly and stands up.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1> You did a great job. I saw what you did at the last minute to protect Harley. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She continues with a smile.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer5.jpg"><b><summer1> Except you didn't need to move all that Latex in the first place. Anyway... You can go back to your room. Be safe! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie back down and look around the room. There are pieces of re-solidified Latex everywhere. Harley left the room before Summer. She's probably already working on her report. You take one last deep breath and stand up. You can go back to your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start walking this route that you are now fully accustomed to. Halfway there, you hear a rustling in the trees and see a group of birds fleeing in a flock. You continue on your way, not caring much because you are exhausted. You are very close to the main campus. Since you are already wearing a cloak that prevents you from being seen, you get on the main road and keep walking.
You walk by looking around. You take deep breaths. The forest is so relaxing and smells so good. As you look around, for a moment you feel as if there is a figure in front of you. You look ahead with a little panic and there really is someone in front of you. You didn't sense any presence. You take a few steps back.
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<b><n3>This is a Succubus, much taller than you, wearing a very thin dress that covers her whole body. Black as if covered in coal dust. But her face is a different level of darkness. It's like you're looking into the void.
You remember what Lucy said on the way back from the Center. A Succubus in all black. Especially if her face is hidden, you're in danger... Her clothes are not really black. Even though you can't see her face, could it be that she's not the Succubus Lucy described? Still, there is a much higher chance that you are not safe right now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>In the unlikely event that it happens, you don't have the means to fight right now. You immediately accept the possibility of handing over control to Sun or Moon and frown. Finally, this mysterious Succubus speaks in an unexpectedly gentle and subtle voice. </n3></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>There's no need to be afraid, my child. I'm just a crow who succumbed to her curiosity. And one that's losing a bit of patience.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You keep standing there without saying anything. As you continue to stare at her, you first hear a small chuckle. Then you understand that it is the laughter of the Succubus in front of you, which she is trying to hold back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> Pff... I'm just kidding hahaha! </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her voice has gotten rid of that fake kindness. But it's still not a familiar voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> I mean, I didn't lie but <i>"My Child do not afraid"</i> hahahaha! And you're still looking at me with fear.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You think about what to do while the figure in front of you tilts her neck from side to side and complains of neck and back pain. The fact that her energy puts no pressure on you makes you even more nervous.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>You can call me Crow. I'm a bit of a big shot, if you will. But not as much as you, eh?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her stance straightens and her tone gets more serious.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I know you're tired. I mean no harm. If I did, you wouldn't even see me. </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just as she is about to continue, she pauses as if something has come to her mind.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> Do you like to draw?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> While raising one arm cheerfully, she nods her head in satisfaction. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I knew it! Who doesn't? It's amazing, isn't it, how things in your mind turn into reality? It's really fascinating!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She gets a little serious again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I came to talk to Lucy, but she wasn't in the dungeon. When I noticed you, I didn't want to leave without meeting you.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She leans towards you. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>She might exaggerate a bit about me. Don't be intimidated. I'm on your side!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She brings her index fingers to her face. Even though you can't see it, you can tell she's touching her cheeks. Then she tilts her head in a cute way. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> By the way, I was smiling, in case you couldn't tell. I'm not threatening you. I prefer short introductions. I'll see you late... Ohh!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Before finishing her words, with an unexpected excitement, she points to a spot behind you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>What the hell is that?!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Look Where Crow Is Pointing|pointing1]]
[[Keep Looking At Crow|staring1]]</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<<set $crowDraw to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>Her shoulders drop a little and then she puts her hand to her chin in a thoughtful way. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I cannot believe it! Oh, it's because you've never tried it before, isn't it? There's no way you tried it and didn't like it, right?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You know you have a very powerful Succubus in front of you. So far she hasn't made any aggressive moves, but you don't know what might happen if you give her an answer she doesn't want to hear. </n3></b>
[[Yes, I Haven't Tried It Before|notboring1]]
[[I Tried, But It's Not Really My Thing|boring2]]
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You look at your rear cross and there's nothing, just the forest... You turn around and there is nothing in front of you too. Crow is gone. You blink in confusion. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/places/forest4.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
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<b><n3>You don't know how to feel. According to your instincts, she might be the most powerful Succubus you've ever met. But she didn't act like it at all... And neither Sun nor Moon even bothered to help. You take a deep breath and continue walking to your room. </n3></b>
[[Go To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<b><n3>She waits excitedly waiting for you to look where she is pointing, but you keep looking at her. She points again with exaggerated gestures. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>Oh no! What the hell is that over there?!!!!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Look Where Crow Is Pointing|pointing1]]
[[Still Look At Crow|staring2]]</n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You're still looking at Crow. She starts looking around. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/higher-ups/crow/crow2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> And I thought you were fun. Well, I'm gonna go, then.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You don't know how to feel. According to your instincts, she might be the most powerful Succubus you've ever met. But she didn't act like it at all... And neither Sun nor Moon even bothered to help. Anyway... Lucy will probably reach out to you if there's any trouble. You take a deep breath and continue walking to your room. </n3></b>
[[Go To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<b><n3>Her posture relaxes and she lets out a reassuring laugh. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? I was worried we had a very boring heir. I'll teach you and you'll learn from the best. There are few things more enjoyable than seeing what's on your mind come to reality. It's really fascinating!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>She gets a little serious again. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I came to talk to Lucy, but she wasn't in the dungeon. When I noticed you, I didn't want to leave without meeting you.</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She leans towards you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>She might exaggerate a bit about me. Don't be intimidated. I'm on your side!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She brings her index fingers to her face. Even though you can't see it, you can tell she's touching her cheeks. Then she tilts her head in a cute way. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> By the way, I was smiling, in case you couldn't tell. I'm not threatening you. I prefer short introductions. I'll see you late... Ohh!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Before finishing her words, with an unexpected excitement, she points to a spot behind you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>What the hell is that?!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Look Where Crow Is Pointing|pointing1]]
[[Keep Looking At Crow|staring1]]</n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She seems unstable. You're a little worried if her personality will suddenly turn upside down. Crow exhales deeply with disappointment.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I see. So you don't like it either. Actually, for some, it becomes enjoyable over time. Maybe you'll try again in the future. I can help you.</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She straightens her posture again. You're glad you didn't get her angry. She gets a little serious again. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>I came to talk to Lucy, but she wasn't in the dungeon. When I noticed you, I didn't want to leave without meeting you.</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She leans towards you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>She might exaggerate a bit about me. Don't be intimidated. I'm on your side!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She brings her index fingers to her face. Even though you can't see it, you can tell she's touching her cheeks. Then she tilts her head in a cute way. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> By the way, I was smiling, in case you couldn't tell. I'm not threatening you. I prefer short introductions. I'll see you late... Ohh!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> Before finishing her words, with an unexpected excitement, she points to a spot behind you. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>What the hell is that?!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Look Where Crow Is Pointing|pointing1]]
[[Keep Looking At Crow|boringstaring1]]</n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She waits excitedly waiting for you to look where she is pointing, but you keep looking at her. She points again with exaggerated gestures.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr>Oh no! What the hell is that over there?!!!!</cr></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3><center>[[Look Where Crow is Pointing|pointing1]]
[[Still Look At Crow|boringstaring2]]</center> </n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You're still looking at Crow. She starts looking around.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/higher-ups/crow/crow2.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow1.jpg"><b><cr> You're really boring. Well, I'm gonna go, then.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You don't know how to feel. According to your instincts, she might be the most powerful Succubus you've ever met... But she didn't act like it at all... And neither Sun nor Moon even bothered to help. Anyway, Lucy will probably reach out to you if there's any trouble. You take a deep breath and continue walking to your room. </n3></b>
[[Go To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<b><n3>Now you have to make her cum. You move with quick steps towards her. She stands like a statue. When you reach her, you push her gently from behind and bring her to her knees. Without wasting time, you gather the Latex around her crotch in your hand and start playing with her pussy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/latex/trial/2/1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
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<b><n3> After a short while, she starts to wake up and starts to respond to your movements with little moans. You notice a vibrator right next to the pillow and pick it up.</n3></b>
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<center><<linkreplace " Continue With The Vibrator"t8n </center> >>\
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<b><n3>You turn on the vibrator and press it against her pussy. Her body starts to spasm, she can't hold back her moans. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wait a minute, why are you even bothering? You can hold her in place with Latex right now. You can make her cum over and over again without any effort if you put the vibrator at a good angle... A familiar voice joins in; </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MoonLeft"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Or you can do more than that. The bed is surrounded by iron bars. You could use that. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look around the bed and notice the chains you can hang her on. But you have already done enough. Do you need to go any further? </n3></b>
[[💋 Immobilize Her with Latex and Let the Vibrator Finish the Work|trial2(3)]]
[[⛓️ Hang Her Between the Iron Bars with Chains|trial2(3)1]]
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<b><n3>You decide to properly complete the task you have been given. You create almost a dozen Latex strips, completely restricting the movement of the Succubus, who is in pleasure but hasn't cum yet. Finally, you place the vibrator and step away from the bed with confident steps. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/trial/2/3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="55%">
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<b><n3>Soon she cums loudly. As she is having her second orgasm, Summer calmly approaches the bed, takes the vibrator and turns it off. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1> There were a few bumps at first, but still, excellent job! </summer1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|trial2(4)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You try to lift the Succubus slowly into the air, but you can't. She's too heavy for that. Or you're too weak for her. The more you try, the more you fail. The more you fail, the more frustrated you get. You clench your fists in anger and close your eyes.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="MoonLeft"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>I will help you!</inner></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You start to feel more and more powerful. </n3></b>
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<center><<linkreplace "Open Your Eyes! "t8n </center> >>\
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<b><n3>You open your eyes as you feel the growing power inside you. You don't realize it, but they are glowing white. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/lore/white1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="32%">
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<b><n3>You raise one hand and the Succubus takes off without a delay. As you raise your arm, you notice your sign on the inside of your arm. On the outside of the crescent, the curves of the sun are formed. To avoid being distracted by this, you focus back on her. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/McSign/moon1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="28%">
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<b><n3> In ten seconds you hang her between the bars. You can start now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Continue|trial2(3)2]] </n3></b>
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<<set $Moon to 1>>\
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<b><n3>Summer places her hand on the immobilized Succubus and the Latex straps you created unfolds one by one. She hurriedly opens the mouthpiece and starts coughing. After catching her breath, she lies down and continues to rest. Summer turns to her. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/trial/overview1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>So, how was it Harley? </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1>Intense! I don't even need to say it. She's brimming with potential. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lift your head from the bed and look with confused eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Harley is a valuable member of our Research Department. She can't see but with her spirit animal, she can feel everything that happens in every detail. And she turns that into incredibly detailed reports. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer then points with her finger to a figure on the ceiling. There is a shadow on the ceiling on the far side of the room from you. You squint a little and notice a bat standing there shyly. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/trial/bat1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<b><n3> [[Continue|trial2(5)]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Harley leaves and you sit on the bed. You don't feel very tired. Back in the day, you'd be unconscious by now. It bothers you a bit that there will be a detailed report of everything that happened here. Summer's approaching you.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1> Feeling better?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod slowly in agreement. Summer sits down next to you and starts stretching calmly. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I got my old position back. A few succubus left with this news. And there's nothing we can do about it. Mistress Lucy's departure from The Center was accepted under certain conditions.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wouldn't think Summer was that flexible. Sometimes she poses in such a way that it looks like she's trying to show off. But you can tell by the tone of her voice that this is not the case. She must have noticed your gaze.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I stretch when I feel nervous... There were many conditions, but one of them was that the Center would be free to recruit any Succubus who chose to leave Mistress Lucy, and we could not object.
</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She says a few names, but Madalyn and Angela catch your attention. Summer seems really worried. Again, you see a side of her you didn't know. You don't quite understand why she shows you such vulnerable sides of herself.
Knowing that she has worries too, and watching her stretch her body, relaxes you too. Summer taps your leg reassuringly and stands up.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> It was perfect, except you didn't restrict her without using Latex at first. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She continues with a smile. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer5.jpg"><b><summer1>But since you did it completely of your own will, I didn't feel it necessary to stop you. Anyway... You can go back to your room. Be safe! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie back down and look around the room and notice the solid lump of Latex on the other side of the room. You wonder if you could control it... Harley probably already working on her report. You take one last deep breath and stand up. You can go back to your room.
<b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
[[Go Back to Your Room|trialEnd]]</n3></b>
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<<set $control += 1>>\
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<b><n3> You feel a hand on your wrist while your arm is still up. When you look, you realize it's Summer. As she holds you, the excess power that has accumulated inside you is flowing out. You start to feel tired. Summer starts to speak in a slightly angry voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>I thought I made the rules clear! You were supposed to continue without any help! There is nothing wrong with using their power of your own will... But that was different! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her anger grew throughout her speech. Her Lust sense is simply unbelievable. She lets go of your wrist and exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1> We can stop here. Still, you did pretty well. You were in sufficient control. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She raises one hand towards the hanging Succubus and gently carries her back to the bed. </n3></b>
[[Continue|trial2(3)3]]
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<b><n3>After carrying her to the bed, the Succubus hurriedly opens the mouthpiece and starts coughing. After catching her breath, she lies down and continues to rest. Summer turns to her. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/trial/overview1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>So, how was it Harley? </summer1></b></div>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="SummerRight"><b>Harley</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/harley1.jpg"><b><b1>Intense! I don't even need to say it. She's brimming with potential. It was a little scary, in fact.</b1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You lift your head from the bed and look with confused eyes. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Harley is a valuable member of our Research Department. She can't see but with her spirit animal, she can feel everything that happens in every detail. And she turns that into incredibly detailed reports. </summer1></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>Summer then points with her finger to a figure on the ceiling. There is a shadow on the ceiling on the far side of the room from you. You squint a little and notice a bat standing there shyly. </n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="img/latex/trial/bat1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<b><n3>Harley leaves and you sit on the bed. You don't feel very tired. Back in the day, you'd be unconscious by now. It bothers you a bit that there will be a detailed report of everything that happened here. Summer's approaching you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You nod slowly in agreement. Summer sits down next to you and starts stretching calmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I got my old position back. A few succubus left with this news. And there's nothing we can do about it. Mistress Lucy's departure from The Center was accepted under certain conditions.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wouldn't think Summer was that flexible. Sometimes she poses in such a way that it looks like she's trying to show off. But you can tell by the tone of her voice that this is not the case. She must have noticed your gaze.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I stretch when I feel nervous... There were many conditions, but one of them was that the Center would be free to recruit any Succubus who chose to leave Mistress Lucy, and we could not object.
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<b><n3> She says a few names, but Madalyn and Angela catch your attention. Summer seems really worried. Again, you see a side of her you didn't know. You don't quite understand why she shows you such vulnerable sides of herself.
Knowing that she has worries too, and watching her stretch her body, relaxes you too. Summer taps your leg reassuringly and stands up.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer6.jpg"><b><summer1> Except for that last moment when you let yourself go, you were doing fine. I couldn't risk Harley getting hurt. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She continues with a smile. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You lie back down and look around the room and notice the solid lump of latex on the other side of the room. You wonder if you could control it... Harley probably already working on her report. You take one last deep breath and stand up. You can go back to your room.
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<b><n3>After you pick up your necklace, you extend your hand towards your cloak, which is a few meters away. The Latex cloak slowly starts to move and slowly floats and takes its place on your shoulders. You go out and make your way to the dungeon. You reach the dungeon with only your own thoughts in your mind.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Things are hectic inside. A lot of Succubus you see walking from here to there at a fast pace. When you observe a little, you realize that this route has something in common. Almost every Succubus stops at a corner on the far side from you. From a great height they would look like a swarm of ants. As you walk to that corner, you see Lucy there, as you guessed.
Lucy notices you and gives some instructions to a Succubus waiting right behind her. Then she starts walking towards you, while the attention of the Succubus around her turns to the one Lucy instructed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You nod your head in agreement and start to follow her. When it occurs to you that you've walked all this way for nothing, you feel a little exasperated. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start walking the way you came. It's obvious Lucy wants to talk to you about something. After a few seconds, lowering her voice a little; </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She continues without waiting for you to answer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She drops her shoulders a little. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Yeah, she asked me the same question when we first met. Without waiting for my answer, she brushed it off, saying she couldn't teach me. At that time I was in my early days at the Center and I did not know the real meaning of this question. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You reply by slowing your pace. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After hearing this, her pace slows down and for a while she says nothing, then she starts talking to herself and walking while looking at the ground. After a few minutes, she turns back to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>If she really means that... Ugh... I'm not sure. I've never been able to figure her out.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy raises her right hand slightly and forms a Latex ball that fits perfectly in the palm of her hand. Then she starts squeezing the ball with a certain rhythm. Within such a short time, you can see how relaxed she gets.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy answers with a slow nod. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Yes, she told me that too, especially on your side.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> In your head, a crow appears with its wings outstretched. A crow that will pollute its destination with its own darkness. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I've known her for a very long time, but I've never gotten to know her for real. So all my detailed information about her comes from Summer. She's one of the Higher-Ups and her spirit animal is a crow. We don't know what her limits but she uses this crow to observe. Probably the whole academy is within her range.
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<b><n3>She looks at the branches of a few trees, while forming a Latex ball in her right hand that fits perfectly. Then she starts squeezing the ball with a certain rhythm. By glancing at you out of the corner of her eye; </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As the Latex ball in her hand fuses back into her suit, she starts to explain to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> She's one of the Higher-Ups and each one is a keeper of an ancient artifact. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A pen appears in your head. At first it looks like a huge black feather. Then you notice the pale stone in the middle of the thin metal rods. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Crow's artifact is a pen... But my knowledge about this is very limited. She told me she is on our side, especially yours... I've known her since my early days at the Center. And I never felt I could trust her words... Yet someone I trust greatly has been saying for a long time that she is trustworthy... I'm not sure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Another image flashes in your mind. A figure covered in black haze, wearing a big hat and a pretty dress.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> She calls herself Crow, but she is called by many names. Witch, Messenger, Spy... Cleaner... Her nicknames alone undermine my credibility with her. She is the factor that breaks the silence before the storm.
The most confidential matters of the Center are always outsourced to her. You rarely see her in Church. I don't want to trust this Succubus with a reputation for espionage but it would be a huge relief to have a Higher-Up on our side.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy smiles nervously.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy stops and raises her arms. Then she starts to stretch her body, very rigidly... After about fifteen seconds with frustrated resignation, she forms a ball in her hand again and starts squeezing it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Summer said stretching might help, but it's not helping me clear my head. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You've almost arrived at the Newcomers' Dormitory. Lucy sits on a fallen log. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You lean back against a nearby tree and look around. Lucy seems calm, but the uncertainty must be overwhelming her. After a few minutes she stands up and with her usual seriousness.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you approach the Newcomers' Dormitory, you see Lucy becoming more and more serious. When her face becomes expressionless, she enters in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She goes straight to the Dining Hall. As you know, this is the entrance to a secret area. As you walk, you notice that she looks the same as she did when you first met her. Even the aura she radiates screams I'm the superior one here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wasting no time, she enters and you are again confronted with the white corridors you haven't seen for a while. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>It's not your first time here. I don't have much to check here. Everyone's just doing their own thing. We'll start with the busiest room. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Another image flashes in your mind. A figure covered in black haze, wearing a big hat and a pretty dress. As the Latex ball in her hand fuses back into her suit, Lucy continues to explain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>She calls herself Crow, but she is called by many names. Witch, Messenger, Spy... Cleaner... Her nicknames alone undermine my credibility with her. She is the factor that breaks the silence before the storm.
The most confidential matters of the Center are always outsourced to her. You rarely see her in Church. I don't want to trust this Succubus with a reputation for espionage but it would be a huge relief to have a Higher-Up on our side. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>If it's not safe to talk about it, you don't understand why she talks about her worries out in the outside. Suddenly you hear a few sounds behind you, one after the other. When you look behind, you see that there are a three crows have fallen on the path you are walking on. Lucy calmly wraps it all in a thin string of Latex. Then she drops the crows and keeps walking.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Inside, it's not as crowded as the day you were there, but it's still pretty crowded. The Succubuses noticing Lucy, quiets down and start to look in your direction.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ignoring the stares, Lucy walks up to the Succubus serving drinks and gets herself a drink. Then she grabs the Succubus by the chin, kisses her sensually and raises the glass in the air.
This is followed by a loud and enthusiastic shout from the crowd, with some raising their glasses in the air and others continuing making out. After deflating the attention, Lucy finishes her drink in one go and starts walking towards the back of the room. With a small hand gesture, you understand that she wants you to come along.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see the Succubus who was teasing you when you first came here. You don't remember her name but she still looks at you with the same horniness. The typical dominant type who thinks too highly of herself. She owns the world until she encounters someone stronger than her. You continue to stare without breaking eye contact. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>No lust in your eyes, you're giving her a ice-cold stares. It's a bit amusing but you don't show it on the outside. Probably it looks very odd to be staring at her locked on as you walk. Even as your body moves forward, you turn your head and keep looking at the same spot.
A Succubus rushes over to her and hits her on the shoulder. Then points out to Lucy, says a quick few words and walks away with the same rush. Because you kept eye contact, you were able to see the changes of emotion on her face moment by moment. First confusion, then fear with embarrassment. She looks away with deep breaths and acts like she is talking to someone. She must have a terrible sense of Lust.
A Succubus rushes over to her and hits her on the shoulder. Then points out to Lucy, says a quick few words and walks away with the same rush. Because you kept eye contact, you were able to see the changes of emotion on her face moment by moment. First confusion, then fear with embarrassment. She looks away with deep breaths and acts like she is talking to someone. She must have a terrible sense of Lust.
You got a little excited because you thought she was challenging you, fully aware of everything but it's discouraging to see that she maintains her previous cowardice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy calmly intervenes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kaya glances up from her laptop and looks at Lucy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy's turning to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then Lucy starts walking towards the back of this place. Kaya continues her work on the laptop without looking at you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kaya gives you a short explanation in a frustrated voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's a large space in front of you. On the left side you see shelves and cabinets full of sex toys and weird suits. In the center of the room there is an empty stage, surrounded by elegant chairs. Succubuses covered in Latex are on display all around, like a museum. In a corner far away from you, a few Succubus are doing something. You can't really see from where you are. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You move to another place at the back of the room, separated by a curtain. It's much calmer here and there are fewer Succubus around. There's a stage in the center of the venue and it's surrounded on all four sides by huge crimson curtains.
At the entrance of the room you see a Succubus sitting bored in front of a laptop and another Succubus pinned to the table by the neck. If you couldn't sense the Lust energies, there would be times when you couldn't able to recognize Lucy in a crowd. It's also the first time you've encountered human technology in a place like this.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When she sees Lucy, she takes a deep breath, as if preparing to speak, but then exhales. She looks pretty tired.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then suddenly tilts her head all the way back. With an even more exasperated voice, she yells out to someone. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Speed up! Mistress Lucy is here! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You hear voices from the direction where the bored Succubus just yelled. </n3></b>
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<center><<linkreplace "Lean to The Right and Check What's Going On "t8n </center> >>\
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<b><n3> You see a Succubus, covered in Latex and immobilized, trying to clean the floor with a sponge in her mouth and the source of the sound is grumbling at the Succubus trying to clean the floor. She quickly moves to the Succubus on the ground and "<i>helps</i>" her.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/latex/inspection/latexmaid3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
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<b><b1>"How many hours ago I told you to pick up the pace. Mistress Lucy's here! You want us to continue in the dungeon, you asshole?!" </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Maybe that's not the fastest way to clean the floor... But you don't make a comment. </n3></b>
[[Continue|inspection3]]
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<</linkreplace>>\<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Can I ask you a few things?</n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Go ahead. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><<if $kayaquestion1 === 0>>\
[[❓ Umm... There's Someone At Your Desk, Tied By The Neck... |kayaQ1]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaquestion2 === 0>>\
[[❓ Are You Selling... Succubus Here?|kayaQ2]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaquestion3 === 0>>\
[[❓ How Long Do You Know Mistress Lucy?|kayaQ3]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaAnger lte 2 >>\
[[👀 Just Look At Her|kayaanger1]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaAnger gte 3 and $kayaAnger lte 4>>\
[[👀 Just Look At Her|kayaanger2]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaAnger gte 5 and $kayaAnger lte 6>>\
[[👀 Just Look At Her|kayaanger3]]
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaAnger gt 6 >>\
[[👀 Just Look At Her|kayaanger4]]
<</if>></n3></b>\
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<b><n3> [[Return|auction1]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you approach the stage, a Latex-covered servant appears in front of you and welcomes you to a chair with robotic movements. You didn't even see where it came from. You tell her you're just looking around, not sure if she'll understand. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She nods elegantly and squats behind the chair. When you look, you see dozens of latex servants waiting in the fetal position behind all the chairs. It's a creepy sight. You decide not to move towards the stage and start looking around at the surrounding stalls.</n3></b>
[[Look Around|stage2]]
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<b><n3>As you walk along looking around, someone interrupts. This is a serious looking Succubus wearing a Latex suit. She starts to speak in a respectful and polite voice. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/inspection/training/monica1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Monica</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>Mistress $name. I'm Monica. You don't know me but I was in charge of your safety from day one, until it was no longer necessary. I'm so happy to finally talk to you. Please allow me to show you around the training area. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She gently leads the way with her hand. </n3></b>
[[Continue|trainingplace2]]
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<b><n3>When you return, you don't see Kaya. Lucy is chatting with the Succubus, who is locked at the table. It's an unexpected sight. When she sees you, she straightens up and joins you. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>We'll be here tomorrow. Meet me at the Dining Hall. We'll discuss the details tomorrow. I have a lot more to do. I appreciate the company. </l1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> We'll be here tomorrow. Meet me at the Dining Hall. We'll discuss the details tomorrow. I have a lot more to do. I appreciate the company. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After touching your shoulder reassuringly, she starts to walk rapidly. Just as she disappears from your sight, she turns around. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Make sure you're well rested! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1>
<e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></n3></b>
[[Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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</div></center>\
<<set $centerVisit to 5>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $energy to 0>>\
<<set $control += 1>>\<img src="gif/latex/inspection/kaya1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
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<b><n3>Kaya slowly nods as she continues her work. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Yes. She likes to be ignored. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You have nothing to say about it. </n3></b>
[[Return|kaya1]]
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<<set $kayaquestion1 to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She turns her head towards you but her head falls to the side as if her neck cannot support it. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> It sounds like a lie, but every Succubus you see inside is here by choice. As you may know, there are many kinds of Latex. A combination of paralyzing and pleasure-inducing Latex has been a new path for many Succubus who are overwhelmed by their lives, perhaps on the verge of suicide... Or they simply want to live a life of pleasure. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She rolls her tilted head back. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> If it can be called living, of course... Succubus are lazy creatures. If pleasure is easily accessible, why should they strive for anything else? We offer them the opportunity to be in the same frame with wealthy lives.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She rolls her head back to you and smiles irritatingly. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>You get used to it in time. When you accept that not everyone is as resilient as you, you feel better. Lucy had the same look as you at first. Like I said... you'll get used to it. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Return|kaya1]] </n3></b>
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<<set $kayaquestion2 to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>She answers briefly. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Pretty long. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Maybe you can infer from this answer that she knew her from the Center days.</n3></b>
[[Return|kaya1]]
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<<set $kayaquestion3 to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>Without saying anything, you look at Kaya, who is just sitting and minding her business. </n3></b>
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<img src="gif/latex/inspection/kaya1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
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<b><n3> [[Return|kaya1]]</n3></b>
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<<set $kayaAnger += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> Without saying anything, you look at Kaya, who is just sitting and minding her business. Feeling your gaze on her, Kaya gives a small glance, trying to figure out what's going on.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/latex/inspection/kaya1.webp" class=center width="30%">
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Return|kaya1]] </n3></b>
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<<set $kayaAnger += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> Without saying anything, you look at Kaya, who is just sitting and minding her business. Feeling your gaze on her, Kaya gives a small glance, trying to figure out what's going on.</n3></b>
</div>\
</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/inspection/kaya1.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<<if $kayaAnger === 5>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>If you have something to say, say it. Don't distract me! </ange1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<<if $kayaAnger === 6>>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> If you keep this up any longer, I will not care that you're Lucy's guest. </ange1></b></div>\
<</if>>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Return|kaya1]] </n3></b>
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<<set $kayaAnger += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>Kaya turns her head angrily towards you. This time her head doesn't fall to the side. She extends her left hand to you and suddenly you are surrounded by a pale yellow layer. It looks like the barrier Jess created during the Brittany's Lust duel. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> You can wait outside! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then you are quickly dragged to the other side of the curtain. Once you are outside, this yellow layer expands in front of you and becomes a barrier to prevent you from entering. You pushed her to the limits. You hear a voice in your mind.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="MoonRight"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>You can't let her treat you that way! </inner></b></div>\
<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
<div class="content">\
<b><n3>[[Follow The Voice And Try To Break In|moonAnger1]]
[[Try To Calm Down And Wait For Lucy|kayaanger5]] </n3></b>
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<<set $kayaAnger += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You slowly step towards the barrier. You put both hands on the barrier and stare at Kaya who is watching you from inside. She warns you in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Don't waste your time. It's a Lust absorbing barrier. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she said, from the moment you put your hands on it, your Lust Energy is being sucked up at a great speed. You close your eyes and concentrate on the barrier. It pushes you, absorbs your Lust energy and pushes even stronger. At first you thought you could get through, but your energy is being sucked in so fast.
The best way to break through such a barrier is to break it down with one powerful strike while it is still in the formation phase. After a short while Lucy comes back and calmly looks at you and Kaya. Just as Kaya opens her mouth to explain, Lucy silences her with a firm hand gesture.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> This is the last thing I need right now. Do you realize what I'm struggling with here?! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she starts walking furiously towards the barrier. The barrier disappears immediately and Lucy walks past you. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I'll continue the rest alone. We have important things to do tomorrow. Till then, pull yourself together and be at the dining hall! </l1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> <c1>✊ Control: +1</c1>
<e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1>
<n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></n3></b>
[[Continue|DormRoom]]
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</div></center>\
<<set $centerVisit to 5>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $energy to 0>>\
<<set $lust to 0>>\
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<b><n3>You take a deep breath and try to calm down. Even though you pushed her, she overreacted. You fold your arms in front of you and lean your back against the pale yellow barrier. Kaya warns you with a little concern in her voice. </n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Better not touch the barrier... It's a Lust-Absorbing barrier. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Keep Leaning Against the Barrier|barrier1]]
[[Stop Touching the Barrier|barrier2]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your Lust energy is being absorbed at a ridiculously fast rate. Right afterwards the barrier disappears and you trip a few steps backwards. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> You'll lose consciousness... I can feel your emotions through your energy. So, I've decided there's no need for a barrier right now. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You go back inside. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>I am someone who has trouble concentrating. So I don't like getting distracted for no reason. Especially being stared at for no reason. I overreacted a little bit, but next time I can react even more... </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Before you can answer, Lucy returns. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Yeah, it's ready here!... I mean, everything's fine in here... </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She looks excited.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I'll take care of the rest. Thank you for keeping me company, $name. We have something important tomorrow, meet me at the Dining Hall. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1>
<e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1>
<n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1> </n3></b>
[[Continue|DormRoom]]
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</div></center>\
<<set $centerVisit to 5>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $energy to 0>>\
<<set $lust to 0>>\
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<b><n3> You move your back from the barrier and then the barrier disappears.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> I can feel your emotions through your energy. So, I've decided there's no need for a barrier right now. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You go back inside. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kaya</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>I am someone who has trouble concentrating. So I don't like getting distracted for no reason. Especially being stared at for no reason. I overreacted a little bit, but next time I can react even more... </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Before you can answer, Lucy returns. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Yeah, it's ready here!... I mean, everything's fine in here... </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She looks excited.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucy</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I'll take care of the rest. Thank you for keeping me company, $name. We have something important tomorrow, meet me at the Dining Hall. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1>
<e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1>
<n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1> </n3></b>
[[Continue|DormRoom]]
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</div></center>\
<<set $centerVisit to 5>>\
<<set $dungeonNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $energy to 0>>\
<<set $lust to 0>>\
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<b><n3>Tied Succubus lie motionless, spread randomly around the stage, forming the general scenery. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice a few Succubus checking how these Succubus stand. They turn one of them a little more to the right, walk away and check again. They act as if they are examining a sculpture they are going to buy for their home.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/inspection/stage/tied2.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
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<b><n3>[[Continue Looking|stage3]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice one of the tied Succubus staring at you. When you lock eyes with her, a very strange feeling fills you. You want to look away but you don't want to leave her alone. But in the end you get distracted by a shout.</n3></b>
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</div></center>\
<img src="gif/latex/inspection/stage/tied4.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="35%">
<center><<linkreplace "Someone Is Yelling "t8n </center> >>\
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Busy-Succubus</b></div>
<b><b1>There's a problem here! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look in that direction and one of the tied Succubus is writhing and moaning. </n3></b>
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<img src="gif/latex/inspection/stage/tied3.webp" class="rounded-image center" width="45%">
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Busy-Succubus</b></div>
<b><b1>How many times have I told? Who forgot to use paralyzing Latex again? </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Immediately two Succubus bring a table with wheels and place the moaning Succubus on it. Then they hurriedly take her to somewhere. Everything happened very fast. Everyone is nervous doing the final checks, which made you a bit nervous. You'd better get out of the way. </n3></b>
[[Return|auction1]]
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<b><n3> She begins to explain a little excitedly.</n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Monica</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> As you know, we cannot predict the motives and expectations of our bidders. That's why we aim to ensure that every Succubus gives the best possible performance in every aspect. Like how long they can go without breathing... That's incredibly important.</monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see a Succubus choking in controlled way. A small timer on the side measures the time.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She shifts a little bit to the side and continues. </n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Monica</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>Or maybe they need a Succubus that can move easily on all fours. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see a Succubus on a leash walking on her knees on a treadmill at a speed that pretty impressive. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Pain tolerance! Perhaps the first trait they look for. We are very meticulous in this matter. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You see a Succubus being spanked hard with her hands tied behind her back, her nipples clamped with a gagged mouth. All the moaning turns you on a bit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Flexibility! You have no idea how important it is. Flexibility of all kinds... </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A Succubus is being fisted hard. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>Throat flexibility is as important as anal flexibility. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A slave's throat is ruthlessly pounded by a huge dildo. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus in the last area approaches you after removing the dildo from the tied Succubus's throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she is coming towards you, Monica gets in front of you and cuts her off. The other Succubus starts talking after spitting on her dildo. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>" Fresh meat? I'll take her Monica."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica puts her arms on her hips and looks at her with a cocky attitude. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>You have no idea who you're dancing with. She is Mistress Lucy's gue... </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she stops and frowns. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Why am I explaining to you? Get back to work! </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a few steps forward. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Just know that she would FUCK... YOU... UP! </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The other Succubus also takes a step forward. Monica smiles in a creepy way.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>Ooohhh! Someone wants to play. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Succubus' smile disappears and she takes a few steps back. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>" No, I don't want to! Stop doing that!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Monica dramatically raises her arms and spreads her hands out to the sides with her index fingers outward. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> You should have thought of that before your disrespect... Now answer... How many is that? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica holds out her right hand towards her, with only her index finger raised. The Succubus, who had just looked full of confidence, now stares at Monica, panting. Her voice trembles as she answers. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Monica sarcastically sticks her head forward.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Woah! You've gotten so smart... Don't worry, honey, I'm just asking a question. Next question, then. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica holds out her left hand too. She raises her index and middle finger and puts them next to her right hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>How many is that? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Drenched in sweat, Succubus opens her mouth to answer, but Monica stops her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica>Think it over! </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then Monica starts to move her hands horizontally. When Monica's hands meet again, she seems about to answer, but she can't say anything. Her breathing gets faster and faster. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The tall Succubus begins to stutter and babble something.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Thre... Twelw.... Twenty on... Th... Twe... "</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then her eyes start to close and she loses her balance. In a few seconds she collapses on the floor, muttering something inaudible. Monica lowers her hands with pitying eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> That's what I thought. For you, Its Mistress Monica, by the way. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica turns to you with a lovely smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> I can perform hypnosis and mind control with the help of rhymes and riddles. Obviously, in this case, I don't need to use any Lust Energy nor a riddle. Confusing her is a bit... More than enough... </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You notice Lucy walking towards the entrance. She looks in your direction and calls out.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Monica, you need to stop knocking out everyone who crosses you. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> She didn't cross me, she crossed Mistress $name! </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy smiles slightly. She seems in a good mood. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> If you have time, visit here on a Sunday. Auctions are pretty exciting! </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her eyes shine while talking with you. You don't understand why she's so full of admiration. You thank her for the little tour and show and go back to the entrance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You walk to the entrance with Lucy. She gives Kaya a couple of Latex marbles and keeps walking. Kaya lazily gets up from her seat and starts waddling to the back. Lucy turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After touching your shoulder reassuringly, she starts to walk rapidly. Just as she disappears from your sight, she turns around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You quickly put the Latex cloak on and start walking towards the dining hall. You don't know what's going on yet, but you can imagine that today is going to be eventful.
You arrive at the dining hall not long after. Lucy and Summer seem to be waiting for you. Lucy stands out immediately from distance, a shiny black silhouette, wearing a huge cape over a shiny black body suit. With her back against a pillar, her arms crossed in front of her and her head tilted slightly forward, she is in deep thought.
Summer seems to be having fun with the walking Succubuses who can't sense her. She sticks her head between two Succubus sitting facing each other and makes silly faces. She drops a fork on the ground and when the Succubus bends down to pick it up, she gets behind her and moves her hips back and forth. Summer being this upbeat makes you smile, but at the same time it makes you a little nervous. She was cheerful and playful before the visit to the Center.
Lucy slowly lifts her head and looks at you. Then she slowly looks at Summer and starts walking towards the hidden entrance. She's too calm even for her. You get goosebumps and pick up the pace a little. Then catch up with Summer walking behind Lucy. Summer greets you with a warm smile. Then she looks at Lucy's back and turns her face back to you. Her smile tightens a little and she shakes her head slowly. You are sure that things are serious. Summer answers what's on your mind without you asking. Lucy is incredibly on edge.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> White corridors welcome you. Lucy stands out so much here that the contrast overwhelms you. Lucy takes a turn down a corridor you've never been in before and goes through a door. When she opens the door, a heavy Lust slams all over your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Small moans and some ringing sounds attract your attention. It's not very big inside, but the ceiling is quite high. There are Succubuses chained up all over the place. Some try to sleep in an uncomfortable position, others standing or on a treadmill. Those who are standing have their breasts attached to breast pumps and writhe in half pain and half pleasure. Succubus milk is being produced in here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice a Succubus in the middle of the room. She is naked except for the Latex gloves and boots she is wearing. When she turns to face you, you are greeted by her breasts, which are bigger than any other Succubus in the room. At least as big as Milena. Then she slowly lowers her head and walks with big steps towards the door. As she walks out, Lucy takes off her cape and tucks it under her arm. Then she turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're used to Lucy never mincing words. It is clear that she isn't done talking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> She also said that The Center is now no longer in a wait-and-see phase and is preparing to take swift action. My former assistant at the Center, Laura. According to Crow, she's found a way that even I can't stop. She wanted to try it and her request was immediately granted.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>The interesting thing is that almost none of her requests have been accepted so far. Laura was always trying stuff like this even when she was working under me. There were other... Organizations we were dealing with at that time.
She was at the lowest level of the research department. Her reports were inadequate but filled with passion. I didn't pay much attention to her at first but every day she knocked on my door with multiple requests, projects, ideas. I recruited her to my core research team. Everyone treated her determination with surprising patience. But it was all on paper.
One of the conditions of my departure was to leave all my work records and notes there. But these notes can only be improved by a Latex user. Even if she understands everything I've done, everything I've tried, it's impossible for her to take it to the next level. She can't control Latex... Any Higher-up doesn't have this ability either. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer is playing with the tits of a tied-up Succubus. With her furtive strokes on the nipple, she left the Succubus gasping for breath. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>In practice she cannot take it to the next level but theoretically we can't even imagine what level she can reach. She must have found something really promising. She used to hate me for controlling Latex even though I'm a Jupiter... </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> During her speech, her strokes hardened and her face tightened. Tied-Succubus was already begging in a plaintive voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Since she can't feel any of you, except for the strokes on her tits, she probably thinks she's being punished by the Succubus who just left the room.
Summer reaches out her right hand and pulls a thin strand of Latex from her glove and pulls the milking pumps into her hand. Tied-Succubus, seeing the pump quickly floating from somewhere, realizes that it is not the Succubus who left the room. She shuts up and tries to resist the pain. Summer recklessly attaches the pumps to the breasts of the Tied-Succubus.
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>This auction is known for its security. Only the elite of the elite Succubus are allowed to participate. We manipulate their memories, without them knowing it. They don't remember everything. They buy what they want to buy and move on with their lives.
I have only mentioned this to Kaya and Monica, both of them are trusted comrades from the Center. I believe your help could be extremely valuable. Though I don't consider the Crow an ally, I couldn't ignore such a warning. She repeatedly stated that she is on your side.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer4.jpg"><b><summer1>Won't it raise suspicion that we're all there? Is Mistress Crow ready to throw herself into the fire? This soon?</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>She dodged these questions of mine repeatedly. She only stated that she is not putting herself at any risk...
Since it's Laura, we know for sure that this attempt involves Latex, but even Crow couldn't learn exactly what it is. When it comes to Latex, there is no Succubus above us!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The place where countless Succubus used to drink and party is now empty. You realize that this is the back area of the auction area. This is not the main entrance. You keep walking and enter a dark corridor after Lucy. At the end of the corridor there is a door. A strong red glow seeps through its sides and underneath. Wasn't there only a curtain the last time you were here? You can feel there's a lot of Succubus behind this door. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Forgot to tell. They're planning to attack in the middle of the auction when no one's expecting it. We'll strike first... Ugh! it's unacceptable! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>In her voice, which has so far remained calm, you feel anger for the first time. A deep anger that she is still suppressing. Lucy opens the door and you step into this crimson room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's all black and crimson inside. On your previous visit, there were countless shelves on the left side. All filled to the brim, spoiling the view. And right side was the training area, where the Succubusses were being trained to be exhibited and sold. Now there are only black walls on both sides. In front of these walls, streaks of crimson light reaching up to the ceiling set the theme of the room. It will take some time for your eyes to get used to it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then your attention is drawn to the stage in the center of the room. The auction has not started yet, so the guests are having a drink and chatting amongst themselves. Around them, there are elegant seats and at the head of each is a Succubus covered in Latex. The seated Succubus are all dressed very elegantly and in a way that shows they are upper class. For such a crowded space, it's very quiet. It's as if everyone is talking in whispers. It doesn't feel real that something like this is happening inside the Newcomers' Dormitory. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You thought your eyes would get used to this redness, but you still can't open them properly. You ask in a quiet voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Meanwhile, Summer puts down a black cat on her shoulder and pets her head a few times. While cat slowly merges into the crowd, she stands up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You recognize this atmosphere for a moment but your thoughts are interrupted. All the lights start blinking except the one around the stage. The guests quietly take their seats. The auction begins. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Where you are standing is behind all the guests, in an inconspicuous spot. You're at a distance where you can intervene quickly if something happens. Lucy will probably intervene much faster and more effectively than you. You're just there as a precaution.
When you turn your head, you can't see her at first. She blended completely into the shadows. Her cloak hides all but her eyes, and she stares into the crowd with her full concentration.
Eight Succubus covered in Latex, moves to the edge of the stage and forms an octagon. A familiar face walks among them and takes the stage. This is Monica. A blue smoke starts to appear on her right hand. This smoke condenses and shrinks, taking a shape similar to a microphone. With a smile that you can't be sure whether it's fake or not, she brings the microphone closer to her mouth.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer gently taps your shoulder. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She raises a Latex marble with her left hand. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>What did you hear? You blink in confusion, trying to remember. Monica taps the microphone a few times and repeats. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy leans forward unconsciously and looks even more intently at the crowd. She is watching the hand or hands that are about to rise, like a predator.
Monica is a bit out of her role, turning around in a controlled way. She's trying to check all the guests. As your confusion begins to fade, you realize what happened and what is going to happen.
After almost fifteen seconds of waiting, Monica continues to look around, her face scrunched up with anger or anxiety. Just as everyone is about to lose hope, two trembling hands begin to rise into the air. Both of them, using their other hands, trying to stop their raising hands.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> But these two hands are not from the crowd. It's from two of the eight Succubus around the stage. They stop resisting and both raise their hands. Then they throw something randomly to the crowd, you don't know what it is.
Monica is the first to react. She takes a deep breath and tries to shout something into the microphone. But one of the traitors throws a chunk of Latex in her face. Covering Monica's face completely, the Latex hardens and sticks to her face. Monica falls to the ground from the impact and tries to get rid of the mask with her hands, but it doesn't seem to work.
Other traitor makes a move towards the opposite side of the crowd and hits a wall. Confused, she looks ahead and notices the glowing yellow barrier in front of her. One of the Succubus at the edge of the stage has formed this barrier. She immediately surrounds the traitor and traps her. Then she notices the other one running towards her and manages to get her into another barrier.
After strengthening the barriers a bit, she takes off her mask and you see another familiar face. This is Kaya! The Succubus, who was too lazy to even turn her head, has secured the place in seconds and stares around. The whole thing happened in less than five seconds, and the crowd is silently watching. Everyone leans back in their seats, trying to understand what happened. They didn't even have time to scream.
A small smile appears on your face, very impressed. But suddenly you feel a pain in your chest. A very intense anger. You make an incredible effort to hold yourself back. You realize that once you move, the only choice of your target is death. When you turn your head a little, you understand that these feelings are not yours. You must have unintentionally formed a bond with Lucy. You are the only one who notices this. Lucy is on the edge of snapping.
What you're feeling is very intense and heavy. You have to stop Lucy, don't you? On the contrary, you want to join her. You want with all your might to prove your dominance over those who stand against you, you want to win but you feel too heavy to move. There's a buzzing in your head.
While your thoughts are still unfinished, Lucy disappears from your side like a shadow.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A black shadow flies over the crowd at incredible speed. In an instant, the two barrier cages, glowing with a reassuring yellow light, are torn apart with a thud. Lucy appears in the center of the stage, wearing a black Latex dress that covers her body. Both hands in the air. Each is holding a Succubus by the throat. For the first time the crowd reacts. A sharp scream. Kaya lets out a small squeak too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kaya freezes before she can finish. She takes a few steps back, trembling, her hands shaking with fear. She probably had never seen Lucy like this before. Maybe no one had. Lucy throws both Succubus she's holding into the air. Her Latex cape flies over the crowd, splits in half in mid-air and completely wraps the two airborne Succubus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Two Latex cocoons hanging in the air begin to float to the back of the stage in a high speed and disappear. Then she reaches out her hand to Monica, freeing her from her hardened Latex mask. It's obvious that she is still holding herself back. She speaks in a low voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The furious figure in the center of the stage disappears as quickly as it appeared. Kaya quickly recovers and approaches Monica with slow steps. Meanwhile, most of the sitting Succubus are already looking for the exit in panic. Kaya signals someone with her hand. After picking Monica up, she moves to the side of the stage.
Following Kaya's signal, lights other than around the stage starts blinking, just like at the beginning of the auction. The guests suddenly stops and calmly returns to their seats. Monica clears her throat and adjusts her dress. Then picks up the Latex marble that has fallen to the ground and raises it again.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice a shadow approaching you. This is a black cat the size of a panther. After dropping a dozen glass vials from her mouth to the ground, she returns to her original size. Then quickly jumps on Summer's shoulder and rubs against her neck. Summer carefully wraps the vials on the floor in Latex and turns to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1>There's nothing we can do to Mistress Lucy. She will release her anger in the way she chooses. I've never seen her like this. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer, in her usual careless way, makes a joke of it, but to you, who have felt what Lucy is feeling, this is all very serious. First of all, the whole thing didn't even take a minute.
You feel a little inadequate and impotent. Everyone has their own particular strengths and they hone them. When something sudden happens, they instinctively know what they can do and act. But you've survived so far with Sun's protection. And you think you haven't even faced a serious threat yet.
Summer puts her hands on your shoulders. Your body relaxes and you realize you've been breathing shallowly for a while. Then, while petting the cat on her shoulder, she starts walking towards the corridor you came from. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she is saying this, she gently swings the Latex pouch in her hand. The Latex pouch with the glass vials brought by the black cat. You are alone in the shadows. Still feeling heavy from sharing Lucy's anger. Maybe thanks to you, Lucy was able to maintain her control.
You take a look at the auction. A Succubus fully bonded is on display next to Monica. Monica is excitedly shouting out loud the bids. You're not interested at all... You notice that your eyes are wide open. Since the lights in front of the wall have been turned off, it's much easier on your eyes.
Rubbing your eyes, you enter the black corridor you came from and close the door. The light seeping through the door is not as strong as before. You feel lonely. You have a headache and a twitching eye. Maybe Lucy is doing you a huge favor by not telling you everything that's going on, unlike what you think. You've never felt this mentally exhausted. You just want to sleep.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After taking your cloak and necklace, you start walking to the dungeon. You no longer feel as safe as you used to when you walk this isolated path. All the Succubuses in the Center who could pose a threat to you have the same kind of Latex to hide. Which makes your stealth kinda meaningless. It's no longer about your safety, it's about keeping these secret organizations hidden.
When you walk this path, you always think of Sun. At the beginning, she was always talking to you and always making comments. But now you rarely feel her. In the middle of your thoughts, you feel a small startle. Looking around, but no one in sight. You've already accepted the possibility of being watched all the time. At least manage to remain unnoticed you incompetent spy! You let out a frustrated sigh and continue walking. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You hear a lot of noise before you even reach the central area. Something's wrong? You speed up your steps. When you arrive, you slowly stick your head out and see what's going on.
Summer is training with six Succubus. She's trying to fight them with Latex she pulls from the floor vents. But when she captures one, she pushes it away a little, releases them immediately and focuses on the next one. She's using her flexibility very efficiently and for the few minutes you watch, nobody can even touch her. Finally, with a single motion, she immobilizes everyone in place and raises her hand in the air. You don't know how long they've been going on, but from the way Summer is gasping for breath, you can guess it's not a short time.
You are watching them with your back against a pillar on the far side. As the six Succubus leave, more exhausted than Summer, they see you and do their best to greet you with a bow. As you approach Summer with slow steps, she notices you. She stands up elegantly and greets you with a hand wave. Then a mischievous smile appears.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her smile fades quickly and she scratches her forehead. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're entering the passage you've been in a couple of times before. It's the hallway where Lucy's workspace is.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter a room and find Lucy reading something between dozens of open books. The first thing you notice in the room is a Succubus in a cage. Covered in huge spikes, she's watching what's happening. Sometimes her arms twitch and she approaches the bars, but when she realizes she can't get out, she settles back down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can hear the tiredness in her voice. She must have been up for days. She's dragging aside a few of her books, to show you something. You get a little closer and look what it is.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>These are the glass vials Summer's spirit animal brought back. You couldn't see what was inside then, but now you can see it clearly. Latex threads that move non-stop. You look at Lucy, a little confused. If it's latex, that means it's okay, right? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> I can still control her, but I can't make her change back. She's just acting like a parasite trying to get more Latex and infect herself. Laura has managed to create a virus.
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<b><n3>Lucy focuses one last time on the Succubus in the cage. The spines shrink vaguely, but to no avail. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then turns her head to you, seems really exhausted. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're interested, but you're not sure what your chances are with something Lucy or Summer can't figure out, especially when it comes to Latex. You get a little closer to the cage, close your eyes and extend your hands.
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<b><n3> Lucy nods without question. After a while Monica arrives. She salutes everyone with respect. You start explaining what's on your mind.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> When Lust is applied, its structure changes. And it feels like a distinct Succubus, not like Latex. It's like someone's there... I can't explain it. It's just a momentary sensation. So maybe we can approach it as if we're controlling a Succubus rather than Latex.
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>They don't know any details about the situation. They admitted to being Central's spies. They were ordered to uncork the vials in the middle of the auction and drop them anywhere possible. Of course, they didn't have time to do that. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer picks up four of them and throws them into the air. All four vials fly in random directions. And then a shadow jumps out of Summer's shoulder. It is first split into four and then goes in the same direction as the bottles. As it lands on the ground, it merges back. A black cat, twice the size of a normal cat, approaches you with four glass vials in her mouth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Right, Lucy was on the edge of snapping. And she questioned them in that state? You are extremely curious about how it went. Maybe if you get a chance, you could take a look. Everything must still be fresh in Lucy's mind.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After Monica leaves, she takes you to a room. There are Succubuses being tortured inside. But unlike what you're used to, they're not covered in any Latex. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy really looked weaker than usual. But you put that on her lack of sleep. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Just as you are about to answer, a loud voice interrupts you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's coming from behind you, a Succubus cumming and moaning loudly. You weren't going to say anything important, but the interruption makes you much more irritated than you expected. You feel like she's trying to call out to someone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy rests her head on her desk and appears to be in a deep sleep. You walk in slowly and see your necklace lying on the floor. You take it without making a sound and put it back to your neck.
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<b><n3> With a small movement of your hand, you send both cocoons into a wall at full speed. Almost all of the Latex sticks to the wall on impact. And on the floor are two writhing Succubus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Eight small Latex cuffs float from the wall to the wrists and ankles of two Succubus on the floor. You bring them both in front of you and stretch them as far as you can. You speak but it feels strange for a moment because it's Lucy's voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy is standing right in front of the two hovering Succubus. The moment any of them tries to open their mouths, they get a severe slap in the face. Since it is always on the same cheek, they cry, unable to hold back their loud screams of pain. They haven't been able to say a word yet. Lucy's anger is slightly reduced by the slaps. Finally, she takes two steps back and Succubuses tries to explain something while interrupting each other. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy takes two steps forward and start caressing two reddened cheeks. You wouldn't understand from the outside why the slaps hurt so much. But because you're inside Lucy's mind, you know why. Her glove is made of countless layers of Latex, and each layer inside is made of a different kind of Latex. Lucy used Summer's invention, stinging latex, to deliver these slaps. You can't even imagine the pain of countless slaps, when the mere contact causes a lot of pain. Lucy looks alternately at the two Succubus who are still crying.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy finally lets go of their heads and picks one. When she spreads her ass apart, you can see the end of the butt plug glowing crystal pink. She starts putting pressure on plug and toying with it. As she toys with it, she applies Lust Energy through the plug. Sometimes with small strokes, sometimes in circles, it stimulates the inside of the bound Succubus. Succubus is screaming with fear and pleasure. The other Succubus watches in silence but horror, knowing that the same thing will happen to her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she turns her focus to the Succubus' big ass. Each spank echoes through the room. In between some of the spanks, Lucy switches to the stinging Latex and gives unexpected painful spanks. Both cheeks turned red. Lucy doesn't even give her time to beg. The other Succubus can't even look at what's happening anymore. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While she writhes in pain, Lucy starts messing with the butt plug, who glows with the same color. She applies Lust energy inside and brings the Succubus into a state between pain and pleasure. Then she takes out the plug filled with Lust Energy. As she taste the plug, she feels a pleasant tingling on her tongue, due to the stored Lust energy inside it. It turns her on even more. Now the teasing is over!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Wasting no time, Lucy stands up and sticks the Latex strap-on in the Succubus' mouth. Succubus tries to resist, but the big black dildo goes all the way down her throat. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Bellatrix was the reason Lucy was furious that day. She's trying to be sweet to you, but she's an egomaniac. If you hadn't intervened that day. This memory you're watching probably wouldn't have happened.</inner></b></div>\
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Soon I'll start teaching you how your sign actually works. But before that, Crow needs to make sure you're ready. I can't believe she picked that name. When you're ready, she'll tell you her real name too. </inner></b></div>\
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There is snow everywhere with a thick, white haze. It's probably cold but you don't feel hot or cold. Looking around, you see a Succubus in the distance. She's also looking around curiously. At the same time, she's moving slowly in a straight line.
The white fog starts to dissipate a little bit. You are on a snowy mountain. And the Succubus you see is walking towards the edge of a cliff. You try to yell at her to be careful, but you can't make a sound. She stops before the very end. You hear a loud noise. A sharp cry. When you look around, you can't see anything. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sun responds in a nervous voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You put your Latex cape over your shoulder and leave your room. You just want to walk, but you don't want to be seen. You go out into the yard. There are dozens of Succubus buzzing around. All they care about is how they look. You marvel at how uncaring and ignorant they look, especially the newcomers. They probably think they have the weight of the world on their shoulders, even though they don't have a single serious problem. You smile with slight envy. It's a relief that no one can see you. But the possibility that someone is watching you is always there. Still, you just want a break. When your body is tired, your brain feels much more relaxed.
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<b><n3> You walk with your body swaying, making stupid gestures. Oh! You want to scream! Aimlessly and at the top of your lungs. Yet you don't feel comfortable enough here. You direct your stupid, limp walk into the forest and keep going. The more you walk, less anxious and melancholic you feel. Stupid things you're doing are making you laugh. The swaying of your body has turned into an erratic dance. You stretch your body, close your eyes and just walk.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know how long you've been walking. But you feel far enough away from everyone. You are standing among the trees. You must be quite close to the borders of The Center because the leaves on the trees have turned yellow like it's autumn. The sun is shining through the branches. The air is fresh and a little breezy. Your favorite! You close your eyes and throw your head all the way back. First you take a few deep breaths. You feel much better already, but it's still not complete.
When you take your deepest breath, you clench your hands. Slowly raising your arms, you lean forward slightly. You contract all your muscles, including your face. You spread your arms out to the sides with a face as stiff as a wolf baring its teeth. You expel all the contracted energy from your body. Your eyes are still closed, your hands, arms and legs are wide open and facing outwards. You're screaming with all your might. Until every last breath is gone. As if it were the last moments of your life. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your throat hurts a little. You need to take a few quick, deep breaths. But you feel much better now. In this place where you hope to be alone, you continue to breathe with your arms outstretched... A few more minutes passed. You feel so relieved. Now you can go back to your room. You open your eyes with a peaceful smile.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There is a tall Succubus in front of you, with a huge hood, so you can't see her face. But you immediately recognize who that is. This is Crow! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't really know the answer to these questions asked with curiosity. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Even though you can't see her face, you can feel her smiling. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She sounds absolutely serious. She's asking this question seriously. You just look at her, pretty confused. Crow spreads her arms and stares around. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>You are currently within the boundaries of The Center. Didn't you realize you'd crossed the first barrier?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You slowly nod your head in a negative way. Crow nods slowly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She continues to nod her head slightly. She's talking to Moon right now. She slowly lifts her head and looks at you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>Can I hug you? You don't need to hug back.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't know what to say, but the vulnerability in her voice affects you. For the first time you feel like she's not acting. You nod in the affirmative and Crow starts to approach you. You realize again how much taller she is than you.
Leaning forward a little, slowly she wraps her arms around you. She rests her head on your shoulder as if you are the tall one. Her hug is getting tighter and tighter. But it's not a tightening that hurts. You can't hear them, but she's still talking to Moon. She continues to nod her head vaguely. You feel pretty weird. None of this is even related to you. After about thirty seconds, she pulls her arms. She clears her throat and speaks briefly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She doesn't seem to have cried, but you can tell it was an emotional moment for her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>Before I can teach you anything, I need to make a proper presentation of myself. I don't even remember my real name. I've long been known as Crow. Like all of the Higher-Ups, I am known by my spirit animal.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She moves her head restlessly. She raises her left arm and a cloud of dust starts to rise from her hand.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>This rising dark dust cloud, takes a crow's form and, flapping its wings, lands on a branch of a tree above you. Now, she seems more comfortable talking to you. She continues. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>These words feel like they should reach deep inside you. But you don't feel much. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow continues with the same seriousness. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr> My only weakness is being stared at. When someone is looking at me, I can barely generate any Lust and I can't use any of my techniques... At all!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It amazes you that she reveals these things about herself with zero hesitation. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>So in an emergency, you have to follow what I tell you immediately. You can trust me!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even if you can't see her face, you can feel her piercing gaze. Without even realizing it, you nod your head in approval. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>My main technique is a bit difficult to explain. And the fact that you can't look at me makes it hard to show too. Basically, I can create two points of attraction and I can control these. You can think of it like a magnet. There's a dry branch on the ground behind you. Look at it!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You turn your head and look at the ground. You can't see a dry branch. When you turn your head back, you see Crow holding a dry branch. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You understand the basic principle. Yet she continues without waiting for an answer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>The moment you took your eyes off me, my technique became active. One end is dry branch, the other end is my palm. I had already identified these two points and was actively trying to pull the branch into my hand. But because your eyes were on me, it did not activate.
The moment you took your eyes off me, the branch moved into my hand as if it were being pulled by a stretched string. Because it was light, I was able to pull it to me quickly enough that your eyes couldn't follow it.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You get the idea, but since you are just encountering this concept, you don't have much idea about what its limits might be. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>There are three individuals who made me the Succubus I am today. I am invincible in any scenario where I have the opportunity to prepare. So I specialized myself in observation and information gathering.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She raises her hand gracefully. She points to the crow perched in the tree. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>The crow, for which I am named, gives me the sight advantage. When I focus, with a Lust filter, I can get a much more precise vision, but it reduces my range.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After lowering her hands, she takes out a small notebook and a worn pencil. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>The distraction I choose to let my soul rest a little bit is to draw. Everyone who has crossed a certain line needs such an occupation. Otherwise thoughts gnaw at your brain. I hope you won't need it... But I don't think so. Even your actions today are an indication of that.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Finally, she extends her right hand and a parchment paper starts to form in her hand. Then, with a black quill that emits black smoke, she starts to write something on this parchment. It's a bit strange that she is holding the paper with only the tips of two fingers. The pen strokes last for about 30 seconds. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>You're one of the few who knows these things about me. And I've sealed your lips to prevent you from talking about it. Not because I expect you to speak! It's extra protection for a scenario where you're being forcibly debriefed. I offer these informations as one more reason for you to trust me.
Every single one you meet will tell you how unreliable I am. It's because they don't know ANYTHING about me. I know I didn't tell you everything you need to know, but there's time. I'll help you grow and I'll protect you! </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As the parchment paper fades from her hand, she exhales deeply.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>And finally, if you see someone hiding their face, like me, then you can assume that it's a Higher-Up. We are all obliged to hide our faces until we reach the top. When we feel the warmth of the Sun again, we will uncover ourselves. The return of this Sun has a different meaning for each member. But they all lead to the same point.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She seems to have finished her explanation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow vaguely turns her head back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr> A low-level Watcher is approaching. I'm in charge of these entire forests, so you won't get in trouble. Hide your Lust as much as you can and hide in that bush, please.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod and move to the dense bush Crow pointed to. As you try to remember what a Watcher is, Wilhelmina pops into your head. A special class that can use their powers on Sundays too, without any restrictions. But weren't they assigned to specific individuals? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wait in the bush in an angle where you can see Crow. Soon, you feel someone approaching with careful steps. Crow waits with her back turned for the approaching Watcher. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Watcher scans the area with curiosity, and the moment she notices Crow with her back turned, she lets out a high-pitched scream of terror. Almost falling to the ground, she recovers her balance and bows her head. She speaks with fear hanging in her voice. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Mm-mistress Crow! I didn't expect to see you here my m-mistress! I felt a brief release of Lust. It's a great honor to meet you!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can see the low-level Watcher trembling in excitement and fear. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow starts to speak in a calm tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>That's the reason why I'm also here. Your reaction time is not bad but you were too raw with your approach. If there was a real threat, would you be able to defend yourself?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can feel how nervous the Watcher is. Her voice trembles as she tries to answer but she stutters and can't give a straight answer. She looks like she would cry if touched. This scene affects you a little bit because, when you first encountered Crow, you felt similar. You realize that you get used to her very quickly. Moon must have a lot to do with it. Watcher pulls herself together and speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"I-I didn't mea... I'm so sorry Mistress! You are absolutely correct! I'm new and I've been recruited to the outer borders unit. I never expected to see... I'm so sorry! Please don't punish me!!! Mistress! Please forgive me!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Watcher, completely collapsed on the ground, begins to cry. She is so terrified that she soon gasps for breath and, making noises on the verge of suffocation. You're really curious about the rumors about Crow. Just a question, and she's begging for her life. Crow tries to calm her down with a soothing tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>You're safe. You said it yourself, you were assigned to one of my teams! It's my responsibility to improve you, and correct your mistakes! Cry and relieve yourself!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> All the while, Crow continues to stand where she is. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The Watcher recovers herself after a few minutes and can get back into a kneeling position. She asks with a funny innocence. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"So I won't be punished, Mistress?"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><b1>"Yes Mistress! I'll definitely do better! I apologize again for being so careless!"</b1></b>
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<b><n3>Watcher gets nervous again and waits anxiously to hear what Crow has to say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>I heard that one of the new member of my team is always with pen and paper. She's so immersed in her drawings that it's interfering with her duties. Do you know her?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Watcher freezes solid. Looks like she's the Succubus Crow is talking about. With her mouth shut, she's gasping for breath. Crow continues in a rush, showing emotion for the first time while talking to her. You can feel her momentary worry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>I want to see her sketches. I just want to see her style! Is it you?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After a while, Watcher collapses to the ground like a dead body. Crow rushes to the body on the ground and checks to see if she is breathing. Then she exhales a sigh of relief and throws her head back in frustration. As she drags the poor unconscious body towards a tree, you come out of the bush. Moon laughs like a little child. Crow's incompetence seems to be very funny to her. She speaks to her, in a way you can hear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Are you really torturing those under you? Poor thing was worried for her life during the whole conversation.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Crow looks down, a little embarrassed and a little angry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr> I still haven't gotten rid of the negative reputation! Please teach me, Mistress! No matter how hard I try, I just can't be a Mistress like you or Mistress Crow!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at you and adds. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon was going to keep making fun of her, but after this sincere request for help, she gets serious. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Why do you have this bad reputation? You must have done something to someone on your side.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Crow takes out her small notebook and a worn pencil. With her back to a tree, she begins to speak. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>After Lucy developed the hiding Latex, I became an unstoppable force. And I took over all of Sloth's assassination missions. She was fine with that. Of course, I was handling it without killing any of them.
While I was completing very dangerous missions in very short periods of time with excellent efficiency, the impression of me began to form without me realizing it. I have been labeled with countless nicknames and each one of them has made me look bigger than I am. Then the incident that put the final nail in this perception occurred.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She exhales deeply and rechecks the breathing of the Watcher sitting next to her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>When I returned, the fear and respect towards me was unbelievable. Nobody really trusted me, but at the same time they were trusting me. It's hard to explain. If something happened, Crow is on our side, they looked at it. But there was also a doubt whether Crow would always be on our side.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She clears her throat and continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>The lower and middle ranks of the Center, who knew me only by what was said about me, had coded me in their minds as a killing machine. But I wanted to be an inspirational Mistress. They were not the ones who should be afraid of me.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She raises her head and looks at you. Even though her face is completely covered in a black smoke, you can guess what kind of expression she is looking at you with.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>Like you or Mistress Crow! Still, the perception about me was not that awful. There was also a minority who saw me as their savior. Then that unfortunate incident happened that still haunts me. I saw a nun lost in the woods. At the time, the hiding Latex was given out to everyone at the Center. I approached her with the intention of offering help. Like a reliable Mistress...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at the Watcher sitting unconscious next to her. She gives you the explanations you need to understand what she's telling. She's not just telling it to Moon. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>She's a low-level Watcher, but that's a very elite class. So most likely this unconscious Succubus is a very high potential and beneficial individual. What I was trying to help that day was the lowest level, a poor nun who perhaps had not even discovered her spirit animal.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She starts gently shuffling her little notebook. Then she turns it towards you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She shows you a mysterious figure emitting black fumes. You can see how diligently she drew this picture. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>With my big hat and my simple dress, I had an iconic look. Well.. I didn't really realize how terrifying this sight could be. I appeared behind the lost nun and asked her if she needed help.
She said in a calm voice that she was lost before she saw me. The moment she turned toward me, she went into a state of shock. She couldn't even scream out of fear. She fell to the ground and dragged herself with her hands, as if her legs were paralyzed. She was trying to get away from me, but she knew that what she was trying was not a solution.
Honestly, I was surprised too, because I thought a strong Mistress would be reassuring to her. Without thinking, I reached out to her and tried to tell her that she was safe. After her scream echoed through the forest, she fainted. Apparently her heart was weak. For a while, I looked at the body lying still on the ground. </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She holds her head and tears a page out of her notebook. It is not the page she just showed you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>I never thought she would die instantly. If I had acted immediately, maybe I could have saved her... She had a heart attack. When I took the dead body back to the Center, I still had hope. Maybe Viper could save her... But it was too late.
And it spread very quickly all over The Center. With dozens of variations. I killed her, because I didn't like the way she looked at me, because at the end of her sentence, she didn't call me Mistress, because I wanted to prove to everyone how ruthless I am, or just because I felt like it at the time. I never wore these clothes again.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> At the end of her story, she lifts her head and looks at you. You cannot see her face, but you can feel that she is looking at you with a sad and desperate expression. At that moment, you feel extremely detached from the moment.
She's not excluding you, but she's talking to Moon! Not you! It feels like, you've lost your memory and an old friend is telling you about something that happened to her. Still, not all of her sincerity to you is because of Moon. There must be another reason of her own. Witnessing Crow's true feelings makes you feel vulnerable. You've been through so much, but you've never felt this special so far. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon speaks in a serious tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can tell she's talking about the original Crow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon takes control of your body and places her hand on the unconscious Watcher's forehead. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>For a brief moment, she uses Sun's powers. And then you get up and go back to the bush you were hiding in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Watcher is starting to wake up slowly. Crow, with visible concern, moves a little away from the awakening Watcher and turns her back again. It's pretty funny to watch her fuss. If you didn't know, you would think she is doing these moves to look cool, but she is actually just trying to make the other side feel less intimidated. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After waking up, Watcher looks around briefly, confused, and as soon as she notices Crow, she returns to her position on her knees. She begins to speak with pure respect, her voice now free of the fear that used to be in it. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Yes, Mistress, I know her! She's my sister. I try to keep her in check, but I'm on a different unit from her now. She's working on a unique technique for herself. That's why she got distracted while on a mission. I gave her a good scolding and it won't happen again! I'd love to introduce her to you!"</b1></b> </div>\
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<b><n3>You expect her to thank Moon, but she talks to you as if nothing happened. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>The first barrier is not that challenging and until you reach the real Center, there are perhaps dozens of barriers. But it's still a very good sign that you crossed the first barrier without even noticing. With a short and intensive training, I can initiate your true link with Mistress... Umm... Moon!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ah! You would've loved to hear her blurt out Moon's name. Crow continues seriously. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know what to say when you're suddenly asked. Really, how was the first encounter you had with her? First, you met her when Brittany was unleashing your spirit animal. But that doesn't really count. You need to think for a while. Crow should've figured it out from the look on your face. She's waiting patiently for you to answer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You were in a dark place. A crimson glow was coming from somewhere. You were a little scared of the uncertainty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A giant phoenix! When you realized that she could hear what you were thinking about her, you were really scared for a moment. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> And finally, your encounter with the true form of the incredibly powerful and elegant Succubus, who introduces herself to you as Sun. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You describe it to Crow in as much detail as you can.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>Very good! You have to experience something similar with Mistress Moon too. Your bond must be complete! But it's something that will put a lot of stress on your body. You need to adapt and get used to your natural Lust form. This can be a bit challenging in the beginning.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr> Crow nods. Then takes out the quill she used before, which emits black fumes.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>It's called Dark-Lust. A very special kind that is said to contain all types of Lust. But against its potential, it is an incredibly difficult type to progress and develop.
The main reason for your rapid development is that you are in constant contact with Mistress Moon. You are constantly learning and adapting from her passively. We are very lucky that you don't have to learn and adapt from scratch. Still, I would have expected it to be a much more demanding and exhausting experience for you. You're exceeding expectations.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>This quill can transmute the energy of Lust energy into Dark Lust. And because it requires very little of my Lust, even the amount that I can generate while someone looks at me is enough for most things. So, with this artifact alone, the potential of what I can do is frightening. But...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She puts the quill back and turns her head to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>This quill can only reach its full potential in your hands. It will not work on you as a transmuter, but as a focuser. I've mastered some little things, so it's not completely useless with me. But this quill will eventually be yours again. I will continue to be honored with its protection until you are ready!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She stretches out her arm and the crow, which has been up there for a while, lands on her hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow2.jpg"><b><cr>I don't want to put your body under a huge pressure, and frankly I don't want you to improve too fast. You are still allowed to be free, and that period is directly related to what you are capable to do.
Meet me here tomorrow. I want to show you the outer borders. There's only one Succubus who can evade my sight, and I know how lazy she is. With me here, you're safe... Still, try not to scream.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Crow turns her head somewhere behind you and slightly steps back. She points behind you and gives you a warning in a voice full of terror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you look back in front of you, you don't see Crow there. Did she attack that thing already? As you run, not even knowing where you are running, you stop with Moon's giggle.
Then you remember that's exactly what Crow did to you the first time you encountered her. What an unprofessional way out. If she does that, how do you know if it's something really serious?
A little annoyed, you start walking back to your room. The absurdity of the situation makes you smile and chuckle along the way.
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<b><n3>You put your Latex cape over your shoulder and leave your room. Crow said she'll show you around the outer borders of the Center, but you're still a little worried about how safe it will be.
But it will be a long walk. Last time, you didn't realize how far you had gone because you were dancing along, not looking where you were going. You have just entered the forest area when you hear a noise in the bushes next to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Crow welcomes you with her interesting jacket. There's still quite a way to the meeting place. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She looks in a much more cheerful mood than yesterday. She's more like when you first encountered her. You greet her back and you start walking together. She walks with quite big strides. To keep up with her normal gait, you pick up the pace a bit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>The area that we're going to see today is the outermost borders. So it's an area where you're not in much danger, even if you go in alone. Even though it is forbidden, there are students who come to the forest for a walk and lose their way and enter our borders.
But we can say that this situation is changing, albeit at a slow pace. Too many Succubus have been promoted to Watcher status. The situation of a whole Sunday being a disadvantage is trying to be reversed.
Still, we won't even be close to places that carry risk. This is a huge territory. There are perhaps dozens of areas that vary according to location and have their own internal dynamics. The Center's territory is larger than the area covered by all the Dormitories. But we have a lot of unused forest land, so it can be considered equal.
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<b><n3>Crow suddenly stops. Maybe it wasn't a good decision, but you want to hear about her. You don't know why, but right now it's more intriguing to you than the tour you're about to take. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Well... It's just... I'm a little curious about a Succubus who influenced you enough to carry her name... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>It is quite natural. If I were you, I'd want to hear about her too. But it's not something I can talk about as I like! Mistress?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Although this question to Moon was a simple yes or no, she must be giving a much longer answer. Finally Crow starts talking as continue to walk. Her pace is considerably slower.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>She was the most delicate, elegant and brilliant Succubus I've ever known. I don't really have anything to hide about her but it's still hard to talk about her.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>She had a condition... An incurable one... Something that haunted her since she was born... To produce and use Lust was very demanding for her but I never saw it stopped her for even a second.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you reach the first barrier, Crow stops. Since you asked about her, Crow seems a lot more distracted. She also takes deep breaths regularly. And you notice these gaps in her speech while she's talking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>She was obsessed with techniques and constant evolution. She would use the word <i>"potential"</i> maybe dozens of times a day. Her brain was working completely differently. She always maintained that even an average Succubus could become one of the most potent. All it took was discovery and the right analysis of potential...
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<b><n3>She picks up a small stone from the ground. Then she tosses this stone from one hand to the other a few times. Then she looks at you with her pitch-black face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>When we met, that was the most I could do. To move a stone with the weak attraction I created in my palms. And I could do it if no one was looking at me.
As a young, weak and insecure Succubus, trembling in embarrassment in front of her, I saw her eyes looking at me with amazement. She wasn't pretending, or exaggerating. She could only say one thing...<cr2>"How Deadly!" </cr2>The limits of my ability were already vividly visualized in her mind.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>When she got excited, she couldn't express what was on her mind that well. She would be so excited that she would jump from one thing to another. She would talk about so many possibilities that you could never keep up.
There was no way I could follow what she was saying anyway. With tear-filled eyes, I just wanted to hug her. I never wanted to let go of the pale goddess who was this excited about me.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I don't really know what to tell you about her. Because she couldn't use Lust to form a technique, she was focused on her spirit animal. She was the best spirit animal wielder who ever lived. She had explained it to me a little. Her spirit animal was, fortunately, an independent and self-existing kind. She was controlling them with very small flashes of Lust.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slightly raises her arms to her sides. Two crows are forming from the black smoke, one from each arm, and they start flying in a circle. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>These two are her legacy... She left me her beautiful sight so I could cover my biggest weakness. Of course, her sight was at least a few times larger than mine. And she had dozens of crows, specialized for different tasks. Each of them was perfectly controlled. She had names for each one. You can think of it like this. With these two, I can barely check the whole academy. She could do it without any difficulty with a single crow specialized in vision. And a sight crow is the least of your concerns about her.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She laughs bitterly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Only her one sight crow was countering my whole existence.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|border6]] </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr> She preferred to be called Crow. She started the using spirit animals as names. You can see how a Succubus with a limitless imagination and passion for power concepts would be a good match for Mistress Moon, right? I won't say anything else about this. Just... They were really good friends...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She continues in a slightly more excited voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I think about how Mistress Crow would act in all the obstacles I face, small or big. But! As she said, I'm really different from her and I can't even resemble her, no matter how hard I try... She was a total game changer!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> When Crow looks at you again with a face reaching out into void, this time an image flashes in your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A pale-skinned, black-clad Succubus, with a crow on her shoulder, stares at you assertively. You feel like you can't hide anything from her. She has a calm and intimidating expression, as if she knows things about you that even you don't know. It must be her! </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>She Was A Complete Anomaly!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|border7]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow claps her hand hastily. She turns to the barrier in front of you and speaks.</n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>That's quite enough! Let's move on!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After passing through the first barrier, still in the woods, Crow slowly turns her head. She speaks in a curious and slightly irritated voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I feel vulnerable around you! As if telling you things will solve them. So you may have misunderstood some things. It doesn't bother me that much that I have a dreadful reputation! On the contrary, it also helps me a lot. It's just... I'd rather be able to help Succubus with high potential who haven't found their path yet!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She jumps a few times and stretches her neck. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>This was supposed to be a fun trip. What a heavy thing to ask. Anyway, let's get started!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The density of the forest seems to be decreasing a bit ahead. Crow gets a few steps ahead of you. You are on a different path than yesterday and the scenery in front of you is much greener.</n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>This is the biggest portion of the Center. It's green everywhere! With a density that covers all the history. In this area, the Nuns are mainly located. After my incident, their hiding Latex was replaced with a prototype version. So they can't sense us easily! I can say that my biggest entertainment is messing around with them.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She gestures for you to come and then points a little further ahead. You see that she is pointing to a place full of stone structures. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>You know what? Forget the trip! You see over there, right? Go there! I'll join you!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're a little confused. You turn your head and Crow's not there. You take a deep breath and start walking in the direction Crow pointed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice that the snake, which has moved a little away, slowly slides back onto the stone path. It looks like it's being drawn by a magnet but right now it's moving pretty slowly. Immediately, you start thinking about what you can do. You're not sure which way is the right way. </n3></b></div></div></center>\
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One of the issues here is the snake. Maybe if you get the snake away, you can buy some time. Ugh... But you have to touch the snake. It's a bit dangerous and quite disgusting.
<h3>[[ Pick Up The Snake And Try To Move It Away!|snakeAway]] </h3>
You have no time to lose! Crow should be your only focus. There's no way she's gonna get in your sight! So somehow, you must lock onto her Lust energy!
<h3>[[ Release Your Spirit Animal And Search For Crow!|CrowSearch]] </h3>
You don't know all the details about this attraction. Maybe looking at Crow is not the only way to break it. While you still have time, you can focus on this attraction and try to discover something you didn't know. And maybe you can find out which nun it's moving towards.
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<b><n3> It's all green everywhere on both sides. And because the trees aren't as dense as they used to be, you realize... You're in a huge field. On either side of you is an endless green expanse. After walking for about ten minutes, you see Crow waiting for you up ahead. She raises her left hand and waves it. In the other hand she seems to be holding something. You're picking up the pace a little bit. You can see the nuns walking a little distance away. Crow's cheer seems to have returned.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>They're a bunch of brainwashed and powerless Succubuses. If I can't communicate with them, I'll have fun through them.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She holds out her right hand slightly towards you. You can't understand what she is holding in her hand. Is it a thick rope wrapped around her hand?
No, it's not! It's a snake! You moved your head closer because you couldn't really understand what it was. The sudden hiss from this knot caught you off guard. Crow chuckles when she sees that you're scared. She holds the snake right behind its head. The desperate snake tries to get out of her grip by baring its vicious teeth, but to no avail.
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<b><n3>She turns the snake towards her and looks at its belly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow releases the snake and it tries to escape for its life. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I have marked this snake as one point. It's linked to the other point I've marked. It's one of the nuns. You have to break the bond without killing the snake. And once you break it, it will be over. You know how to break it, right?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You have to look at her! Once you do, the attraction will be broken, albeit temporarily. But according to her, that's enough. Wait, what's this? Is this a test? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>All right, then! Don't let the Nuns detect you. Oh, by the way, you can't kill any nun! No killing!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she points her finger somewhere behind you. To start, you have to take your eyes off her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Keep Looking At Her!|lookHer]]
[[Take Your Eyes Off Her And Start The Test|border10]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Even though Crow gestures for you to look away, you don't take your eyes off her. With a small chuckle, she squats down and grabs some dirt from the ground. Then she brings her hand in front of her mouth and suddenly blows.
You have no choice but to close your eyes. Crow's giggles accompany you as you scrub the dirt from your face, eyes and hair. For some reason, for a moment, you thought that if you didn't look away, she would become helpless. You open your eyes. Of course Crow is not there.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You look at the snake, which is slowly moving in the opposite direction to the way it coils. It looks very tense and aggressive. There's no way to hold it. Even to kick it away seems too risky.
You shouldn't be affected by how such a small creature feels. As you step towards the snake, you focus on it. If it needs calming down, you calm it down!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Until you touch the snake, it shouldn't be able to feel you. And yet, you notice that it's getting much more aggressive since you started walking towards it. That's all right! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You easily calm the snake. You grab it by the back of its head, while it's semi-conscious.
But the snake in your hand starts to get unbelievably heavy. With your fingers in pain, you drop the snake and it lands on the ground as if it has no weight. You're pretty annoyed. You don't even know why you're doing this.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You release your spirit animal. Your Lust sense is pretty sharp so you think you can locate her. And once you can lock on to her, you can look at her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel really good! Your wolf seems quite calm. You close your eyes and focus. You don't care about anything. You're just focused just to feel Crow.
You felt her! But you can't distinguish her location. Whatever she does, the Lust radiating from her body should be more prominent and you should be able to feel where she is. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath and spread your arms wide. You want to understand what's going on. The location of the Lust source is constantly shifting.
One moment you feel next to the trees behind you, the next moment you feel next to the nuns. Suddenly you feel this source standing right in front of you. Startled and letting out a small scream, you open your eyes as fast as you can. There's no one in front of you! Is she teleporting or what? You continue to scan your surroundings, turning around, wondering what to do. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You release your spirit animal. You focus on the snake slowly being pulled along the ground. At least, you hope to be able to understand which nun it is linked to. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel really good! Your wolf seems quite calm. You close your eyes and focus. You don't feel anything yet. Suddenly you freeze. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you are focused on the snake, you feel a Lust source appearing right behind you. You take a sharp breath and freeze. You can't dare to move your body. There is a whisper in your ear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr><font size="3"> I can change the ends of the link at any time I want! Don't worry about who it's connected to! You're running out of time!</font></cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>And she disappears behind you. A few seconds after she disappeared, you could dare to turn your head. Your hands are shaking. All your senses were screaming that your life was in danger. But you froze, realizing that you could do nothing about it.
It bugs you a bit that you couldn't find the courage to turn your head back. But she wouldn't have gotten this close if she wasn't sure about it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> So she doesn't want you to interfere with the snake. Well, then you'll think of something else. As you think, you keep turning around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Crow. You might be better off trying it with your spirit animal. You concentrate and you feel comforted by the wolf next to you, forming out of black smoke. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You will try to sense Crow.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as you're about to focus, you feel a sharp poke on your waist. You get startled and all your focus slips away. Crow really knows how to be annoying. You close your eyes again, feeling a little more annoyed, and focus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's something coming at you like a bullet. Before you know it, it hits you with all its force right where Crow just poked you. It hits you so hard that for a moment you are swept off your feet and you find yourself on the ground. You are on your knees and you can hardly breathe. You turn your head to look at what hit you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your head in anger. The thing that hit you is looking at you with silly eyes. It's a toad! It looks like it took no damage from this impact. The condescending tone in those stupid eyes gets on your nerves. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stand up in a huff. You don't realize it, but a faint black smoke starts to rise from your body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You try to lock onto Crow's Lust but it doesn't feel possible. She is moving very fast, but that's not the main problem. She doesn't move in any pattern. She is constantly shifting, with incredibly sharp maneuvers, on an unpredictable path. You instinctively spread your arms out to the side. If you sacrifice some of the range, you can enhance your senses.
Your wolf starts growling. Your senses are perfectly clear, but even if you feel her, you are still worried about the possibility of your eyes capturing her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you scan around with your shortened range and enhanced senses, you feel a faint Lust shifting. To focus better, you had your eyes closed and your arms outstretched to your sides. When you open your eyes, you see that you are covered with leaves and brushwood. And there is a bird's nest on your head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Right now you probably look like an old scarecrow. You hit the nest on your head in anger and knock it to the ground. She's mocking you straight up. You hate this feeling. Your chest feels a little tight, but you feel much more focused. Your eyes are wide open and your wolf is now drooling and sniffing everywhere, watching for Crow to enter its range. </n3></b>
[[Some Screams!|test2]]
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath. First you need to calm down a little. You just had a real fear of death. Your instincts and feelings were screaming so loudly that they drowned out the feeble voice of your logic without any difficulty. You prepare to take your last deep breath. With the soothing fresh air, you fill your lungs to the fullest. But the most relaxing stage of deep breathing is when you exhale at a controlled pace.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as you are about to exhale, that shadow full of bloodlust appears behind you again, blows softly in your ear for a moment and disappears. You lunge forward in fear and trip and fall to the ground. Because you haven't released that deep breath from your lungs yet, you feel like you are going to suffocate and you cough for almost a minute.
You don't know how to feel. You are angry, but when you feel that shadow near you, all your emotions turn to fear. Knowing that she is doing it on purpose doesn't help in the slightest. You stand up helplessly. You want it to end. </n3></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your waist still hurts. Suddenly you feel a Lust shift behind you. You swing both hands like a claw towards what you feel behind you. Of course you couldn't hit her but you were able to realize that your anger was controlling you. You're supposed to look at her, not strike her! She's pushing you pretty hard. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Thinking you need to calm down, you are confronted with a sight that takes your breath away. A huge beehive is hovering in the air some distance away from you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your heart is beating like crazy. Bees are not something you can stand. Just the sight of maybe hundreds of bees in the hive is enough to send shivers down your spine. You raise your hand in surrender. In anger and fear, you start screaming. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Don't do it! Don't you fucking do it! Pleasee!!! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She'll do it! She'll do it for sure! But your hands feel like ice. You can't even find the strength to move. Hardly, slowly stepping backwards, you begin to move away from the beehive hanging in the air. Your hands are still shaking. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't know what's going on behind you because all your attention is on the beehive. Then your back hits something and that's what lights the fuse.
With a scream of fear and disgust, you attack the thing behind you. With your eyes closed, you swing both hands like claws again. But this time, you really meant to do harm. You didn't care about anything, you just attacked. Your spirit animal couldn't ignore that, and it did the real attack for you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're distracted by high-pitched screams. You were so focused on Crow, you forgot about the snake. It's approaching the Nuns and continues to do so. The snake is already on edge, and with the Nuns running screaming around it, it is even more aggressive.
You don't know what to do, but first you have to get closer. And then you'll find a way to calm the snake down. It won't be too difficult, you think.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're running and suddenly you trip over something. Before you know it, you're on the ground but it didn't hurt. It's like you've fallen on a bed of leaves. That's when you realize Crow tripped you. She must have prepared this leaf pile. Frustrated, you stand up and continue. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're distracted by high-pitched screams. While you were trying to calm down, you forgot about the snake. It's approaching the Nuns and continues to do so. The snake is already on edge, and with the Nuns running screaming around it, it is even more aggressive.
For a moment, the distance between you and the snake seems enormous. By the time you get there, Crow can make a move on you several times and you don't want that. You don't want that at all...
You realize that your wolf is not around. So you're too unstable even to maintain your spirit animal active? Thoughts still flash through your brain. She could have killed you dozens of times if she wanted to. She also said she swore a long time ago that she wouldn't kill anyone. So just feeling her pent-up bloodlust is enough to knock your whole balance off. Your breathing has quickened again. This predator, who could be anywhere, must still be watching you. You want it to end!
You've already forgotten about the snake and what's happening there... </n3></b>
[[Continue|test3]]
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<b><n3>You open your eyes hesitantly. In front of you, there is a tree split in two. Suddenly you remember the bees, then turn back in panic. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn around and you see a big black sheet of smoke in front of you. Behind this sheet, Crow is standing calmly. With the tip of two fingers she gently pushes the sheet towards you and finally gently touches your forehead. After this touch, your vision blurs, and before you lose consciousness, you hear Crow speaking in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I hope this is enough...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The black sheet in front of you is beginning to unravel. Your senses are getting weaker. </n3></b>
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> You feel a connection with this huge cloud of black smoke that forms in front of you. Then your whole body starts to absorb this cloud. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're falling into a peaceful sleep. So peaceful, that you don't even have to wake up again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You try to reach the snake, dodging the Nuns running in fear around you. You will calm the snake and then throw it away. You hope this will buy you some time.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The snake was almost within your reach, but suddenly everything went black. A piece of cloth is tied around your eyes. You pull it out in anger, but there's another one underneath. With your other hand you pull the other one out. You're still blindfolded. Then you realize you don't have the first cloth in your hand. So while you were pulling the other one, the first one tied over your eyes again?
This time, tightly closing the hand holding the cloth, you remove the cloth that is wrapped around your eyes.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You pull the cloth and open your eyes. You can see! You look at the two dark navy blue cloths you are holding in your hand. You can feel them slowly wriggling. The moment you open your hand, they will return around your eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You weren't paying attention to what was happening around you. There are still nuns running around in a panic. The dangerous thing is, they can't see you. As you look at the cloths in your hands, you are knocked down by a blow on the shoulder. Only for a second, you could see that you were hit by a running nun. Because after that, your vision is covered again by the cloths. You can feel your face crumpling in a tearful way. This is too much! </n3></b>
[[Continue|test4]]
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<b><n3>You realize you are clenching your teeth and you relax your jaw. She asked you for something. What was it? For you to survive? You weren't allowed to kill... Your brain's all messed up. You put your hand to your chest, which feels tight. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1>Sun? Moon? Are you there? Won't you save me? </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You seem to be alone.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You hear a sound and scream with fear. You can't sense really anything properly. You have to unleash your wolf again. You put both hands together and take a deep breath. The only thing on your mind is to feel safe.
A Lust Barrier surrounds you with a pink wave emanating from your body. It's a pretty small one, but you didn't know you could do that. Now you can focus on your wolf. You won't give up right away.</n3></b>
[[Continue|test4]]
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<b><n3> You open your eyes. In the black and gray night, the only source of light is the glowing moon. You remember nothing. You stand up, feeling disoriented.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You question nothing. Why are you here? What is this place? Who are you? You are wrapped in the peace of oblivion. Ever since you woke up, you've been looking at the moon shining on you.
Look around you... There's no one... How beautiful! Black has always been your favorite color. In the dark night that covers and embraces all flaws, you don't have to deal with anything. Suddenly you are startled, as if a cold wind is blowing on you. You raise your hand but there is no wind. Nothing! There's nothing!
You move uneasily. First you feel a little scratchy on your neck. Then this itching spreads to your back and then to your whole body. Your peace is starting to fade...</n3></b>
[[Continue|maze2]]
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<b><n3>You're on the ground and blindfolded. You can still hear those weak trash bags screaming in fear. It's just a snake! You want to wipe out all their emotions! The little warmth you feel in your arm spreads throughout your body. You just want to let out this tightness inside you.
The more you push yourself, more you realize you are capable even more. Normally you would already be at your limit. But you have much more space to build up your energy. With your eyes still closed, you feel two hands on both shoulders. Then you feel yourself moving away from there at a speed that doesn't feel real. You try to hold back, but the energy built up inside you is ready to explode at any moment.
You're in a very quiet place. Your senses are very sharp right now and only Crow is near you. With a slow finger stroke on your forehead, your whole body feels like you've been electrocuted. There's no way to hold back anymore. All the energy that had built up inside you has found a way out.</n3></b>
[[Continue|test5]]
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<b><n3>As you are about to continue, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Your feeling of safety, which lasted for about five seconds, is completely shattered. You jump up in fear and throw yourself on the ground. Just imagining yourself in a small space with that monster scared you to death.
You don't realize it, but tears are running down your face. You don't have the courage to open your eyes and you feel no strength in your legs. So you use your arms to try to get away from there. As you try to crawl on the ground, the strength in your arms wears out and you curl into a fetal position and start to cry.
You're terrified, not of dying, exactly. You're afraid of that deep, dark bloodlust. Then you hear her voice. Her voice is full of fear too.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr> It- It's o-over! Calm down! Please!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She raises both hands to her side in surrender. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I didn't realize you were that affected! I was just trying to bring you to the edge!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a few steps towards you. You try to roll away from her in terror. Of course, the sounds you make in the process are quite tragic. You can't see it, but Crow's also in shock. Like you, she's experiencing a trauma. </n3></b>
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[[Continue|test5]]
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<b><n3> Why are you feeling so emotional right now? You don't know, but the pressure you've been under in this short time is not the only reason! You stop holding back completely. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This release, which lasts for about ten seconds and looks like a vortex of flame, reminds you of the scream you let out yesterday. You needed something like this then too, but you didn't realize you were limiting yourself. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you land, you see a big black sheet of smoke in front of you. Behind this sheet, Crow is standing calmly. With the tip of two fingers she gently pushes the sheet towards you and finally gently touches your forehead. After this touch, your vision blurs, and before you lose consciousness, you hear Crow speaking in a ashamed voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I didn't mean that much...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The black sheet in front of you is beginning to unravel. Your senses are getting weaker. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a connection with this huge cloud of black smoke that forms in front of you. Then your whole body starts to absorb this cloud. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're falling into a peaceful sleep. So peaceful, that you don't even have to wake up again.</n3></b>
[[Continue|maze1]]
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<b><n3>You cry for a few minutes. Every time you think about it, your body contracts again and you burst into another crying session. You don't have the courage to check if Crow is anywhere near you. You've never felt this miserable. You want it to end!!! </n3></b>
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<center><<linkreplace "A Weird Calmness "t8n </center> >>\
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<b><n3>Your body, almost sore from the cramping, starts to relax gradually. Your eyes slowly close and a peaceful and safe sleeping sensation spreads its arms open to you. It is such a sudden change that you question whether it is death that welcomes you. Yet it is not something you can resist.
You don't see it, but a big dark sheet, dissolving into a black smoke, is absorbed by your body. Before you lose consciousness, you hear one last thing. Crow's tearful voice apologizing to you...
You only heard her for a split second, but you could feel the regret and sorrow in her voice. You fall asleep before you can form an opinion about it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wait a minute, what are you doing? How long have you been wasting your time here? Your search isn't over yet! You stare at the walls of a huge maze, as if it has always been there. A maze where you don't know how many lifetimes you have to spend. You will try again! And this time you'll find the exit! </n3></b>
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<img src="img/center/border/maze1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="40%">
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<b><n3>You walk in with great confidence! As you walk in, you are greeted by a few dead ends, but you know there is another path you can always take. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel like you've been walking for a couple hours. You are not tired yet, but you have lost your way a few times. Still, you found other ways, even if it took you a while. You're feeling a little bored. If only you had someone with you... Still, you can't lose focus! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You've lost your sense of time, but you must have been walking for a few days. Yet you haven't felt hungry or thirsty. You haven't gotten sleepy or tired. Only the void inside you grew.
You sit down where you are, then check the tips of the maze walls again. Oh, how you wish there were two little eyes watching you where you look. But you ripped those eyes out. You don't deserve a glance anymore...
There's no reason to continue. You're lying on your back. You remember you haven't looked at the moon for a while. Wonder if it's left you too.</n3></b>
[[Look At The Moon|maze3]]
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<b><n3>For a long time, you've been observing that hopeless little shadow. Ever since she started, with every step she took, her color faded a little more. Right now, she's lying on her back looking at you. You want to cheer her up. But if she gives up at this point, your help will not be enough. You check how far she has to go. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The entire sight is obscured by the maze. Even as you look at it, you can see it spreading like cancer cells. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This shadow has actually progressed much further than the other ones. But whenever a shadow lies on her back and looks at you, she soon gives up in despair and fades away. Until another shadow appears.
You're getting angry. What has to happen for her to forgive herself? Doesn't she already know she's forgiven? Doesn't she realize that because of her, those eyes can still see? Stupid little shadow!
</n3></b>
[[Wake Up!|maze4]]
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<b><n3> You open your eyes. You were with Crow. A black sheet and... You can't remember the rest. You look around, It's gray and black and there are wrecks everywhere. It's like you're in the middle of nowhere with giant collapsed walls with countless dark remnants.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>What the hell are these moons? A round one in the center and three crescents on each side. You can't stop looking at it. You feel like there's something you need to discover about that. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Wait a minute, are these moons getting bigger? As you are watching how much bigger they are going to get, you realize something. They're not growing, they're getting closer!
There's nowhere you can escape even if you wanted to. With curiosity and some fear, you continue to look at the moons approaching you.</n3></b>
[[Continue|maze5]]
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<b><n3> Soon your depth perception starts to work on these adjacent moons. You realize that the center circle is more in front than the other crescents. This meaningless row of moons slowly takes shape. Now you can completely see what it is. You are in awe of this thing that has come right up to the tip of your nose.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> A huge head stands in front of you, where the circular moon turns into a nose and the crescents into eyes. The rest of its body is made of dark fumes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It doesn't look like it's gonna keep you long. You see a demand in those eyes that look at you kindly and softly. A single and short request... </n3>
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<b><inner> <h1>"Please Help Her!"</h1></inner></b></div></div></center>\
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<b><n3> Your eyes are closed and you are lying on the ground. From the fresh air you feel, you remember where you are. You don't remember why you fell asleep, or if you saw anything while you were asleep. It felt like a dreamless night's sleep. Only you're not well rested. Someone was with you, who was it?</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You remember it without much difficulty. You were with Crow. She pops into your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wait a minute! This isn't the Crow you know! But this image you saw was as vivid as if it was seen through your eyes. Or is Moon's memories finally starting to seep into yours? Your thoughts are interrupted. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Welcome back! What did you see?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You slowly open your eyes. Everything is green. Crow, sitting on the side of a nearby tree, is drawing something in her small notebook.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't remember a thing. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You slowly straighten up and get into a sitting position. You don't feel much different. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your eyes are closed and you are lying on the ground. From the fresh air you feel, you remember where you are. You don't remember why you fell asleep, or if you saw anything while you were asleep. It felt like a dreamless night's sleep. Only you're not well rested. Someone was with you, who was it? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You remember it without much difficulty. You were with Crow. She pops into your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Wait a minute! This isn't the Crow you know! But this image you saw was as vivid as if it was seen through your eyes. Or is Moon's memories finally starting to seep into yours? Your thoughts are interrupted by a worried voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Are you okay? How are you feeling?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Hmm... How do you feel? You're not sure, but not too bad. Your mind is quite hazy. You slowly sit up. Crow is leaning back against a tree far away from you, scribbling in her little notebook. You see a few torn and crumpled pages on the ground. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Fine... I guess but I don't remember much. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can't understand why Crow is sitting so far away from you. She may not have even heard what you just said. </n3></b>
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>So, can I get closer?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A little confused, you nod with your head. This is when you start to recall your memories from before you fell asleep.</n3></b>
[[Continue|border11.2]]
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<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I'm sorry!</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3>You turn your head towards her, a little confused. She continues. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>When something like this is done, experiencing a feeling in the highest possible way is something that increases your resilience. Almost always, an orgasm is preferred. Right after the outburst is the best moment.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember what happened with Lucy, when she unleashed your true spirit animal. Crow exhales and continues.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="CrowLeft"><b>Crow</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>But right now, I can only communicate with fear, anger, pain and humiliation...</cr></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She doesn't seem to have finished her speech, but she can't continue. You lie on your back again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow suddenly laughs. You didn't plan to say that. It just came out of your mouth.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You didn't hear her last words. From where you're lying, you turn your head towards her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your memories from before you fell asleep are slowly coming back. The more you remember, the more you admire Crow. None of what she said was an exaggeration. And the feelings you experienced feels distant, as if they were not yours. You only feel calm and at peace. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr> It was only you. Your own sense, your own thinking and your own acquired power. That was the main reason why you were helpless against me. <font size="2">The other reason is that I'm invincible in one-on-one...</font></cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands up. Then raises her arm slightly and calls her crow, which is resting on a tree branch. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>You already started your connection with Mistress Moon. And this was the completion of that start. That black smoke was Mistress Moon's Dark Lust. Actually, I was planning this for later, but you seemed ready. Then there was no point in postponing it.
You must have had an interaction while you were asleep. Especially with such Lust materializations, the source's current emotions are also stored. So with that Dark Lust, you also took on an emotional burden. Maybe forgetting is a defense mechanism, I don't know...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she looks up as if she has remembered something. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Oh! I was a little upset that today's tour was canceled at the last minute. I was going to reschedule for next Sunday, but then I remembered something... No one knows you here, and we can use that!
Sundays are also the only day nuns are allowed to experience any pleasure. So, it's the only day you can blend in and enjoy yourself without thinking about anything! I left the necessary clothes in your room. You can put them on and walk around here without drawing any attention to yourself. I don't have that chance, but you can still enjoy yourself around here.
But don't ever show your spirit animal and don't use Lust without thinking! In those clothes, you are a weak and hedonistic nun. Nothing unexpected can happen on the outer border without my knowing anyway. So indirectly you're always under my protection. But you need to rest now. You can give it a try next Sunday. Don't kill anyone, okay?
Also, you can visit here only on Sundays. Other days here it is much more dull and... aggressive.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As she turns and prepares to leave, she stops and turns her head slightly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She throws something small into the air and your eyes follow it. By the time the small piece of stone falls to the ground, Crow has already gone.
You lie a little more in the green and start walking back to your room. You really wish you could move like her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You were feeling very scared and helpless. But it doesn't feel like that's your feelings. You're looking at Crow right now, and there's no fear. Crow doesn't get too close, but still close enough that you can hear each other. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I didn't think it would make that much difference. From the moment I let go of the snake, it was only you. Mistress Moon and Phoenix were completely inactive. Because it was necessary for later.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns her pitch-black face to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>By absorbing Mistress Moon's Dark Lust, you would complete your beginning with her. And before such situations, intense emotional releases are very helpful. Almost always, an orgasm is preferred.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You remember what happened with Lucy, when she unleashed your true spirit animal. Crow exhales and continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>But right now, I can only communicate with fear, anger, pain and humiliation... I'm really sorry!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember exactly what happened now. But your own experiences still feel like something that happened to someone else. What's really sad is the shock and trauma Crow experienced.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>The real you is scared to death of me. And only when I approached you with a little bit of aggressive Lust. But if I tried to do the same to you now, my attempt to scare you would make you annoyed and you would attack me back without ever losing your concentration.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Okay, you are not afraid now, but what you felt then was not a little bit aggressive Lust. It was a fucking monster that wanted to bathe in your blood... Maybe it is "a little bit aggressive" by her standards. Quite frightening... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She picks up the crumpled papers left behind and puts them in her pocket. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>I definitely should have tried to annoy you or humiliate you. If I had continued without showing any aggressive Lust, this wouldn't have happened. Because your brain got used to me, but when instinct kicks in, nothing else matters.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> So you were a bit scared. It's not that big of a deal. You want to change the topic.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Crow laughs looking down. Then she turns her face back to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> That alone seems to have relaxed her considerably. You can see how tense she is, being in a position she never wanted to be in again. But your attitude has affected her quite well. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly she looks up as if she has remembered something. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Oh! I was a little upset that today's tour was canceled at the last minute. I was going to reschedule for next Sunday, but then I remembered something... No one knows you here, and we can use that!
Sundays are also the only day nuns are allowed to experience any pleasure. So, it's the only day you can blend in and enjoy yourself without thinking about anything! I left the necessary clothes in your room. You can put them on and walk around here without drawing any attention to yourself. I don't have that chance, but you can still enjoy yourself around here.
But don't ever show your spirit animal and don't use Lust without thinking! In those clothes, you are a weak and hedonistic nun. Nothing unexpected can happen on the outer border without my knowing anyway. So indirectly you're always under my protection. But you need to rest now. You can give it a try next Sunday. Don't kill anyone, okay?
Also, you can visit here only on Sundays. Other days here it is much more dull and... aggressive.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she turns and prepares to leave, she stops and turns her head slightly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After picking up your cloak and necklace, you start walking to the dungeon. You didn't visit the dungeon for a while after you looked at Lucy's memories. And you didn't talk to anyone about the Ice Phoenix. You continue on your way, hoping the dungeon is open. This path now feels really short. You never thought you would get used to it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you walk in, you see Lucy and Summer having a calm conversation. Around them, about thirty Succubus are all ears. Someone in the crowd notices you and raises her arm in excitement. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It feels a bit strange to be enthusiastically welcomed by a crowd you've never seen before. Before you can talk to Lucy and Summer, this excited crowd gathers around you. Then Summer coughs softly and the crowd immediately backs away. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The crowd falls frightened silent. Meanwhile, you move next to Lucy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Welcome $name! We were talking to some aspiring and potential future Latex users. They plucked up courage and told us they wanted to ask us what was on their minds before the test, and we didn't refuse. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She raises her voice a little and turns her face to the crowd. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>An ecstatic shout comes from the crowd. You even see a few of them crying. They all open their arms as if they want to hug Lucy, but no one has the courage to take a step. Lucy surprises you again. She has recovered considerably since you last saw her, even more cheerful than usual. Still, there is no smile on her face, only softening hope in her voice.
As Lucy turns her face towards you, you meet her eyes. Her gaze is completely distant and hazy. Then she shakes her head very slightly in the negative and turns her gaze back towards the crowd. She nods calmly to the crowd with hopeful eyes. That half-second gesture told you everything. Lucy doesn't believe a word she says to them. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Like I said! Soon, I will test everyone who wants to, and those chosen by Latex will reveal themselves and embark on a whole new path! Every Succubus will be able to participate in this test, from the lowest slaves to the highest ranks! Now go and prepare yourselves! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With Lucy's words, the excited crowd quickly disperses. You can't understand what's on Lucy's mind. Isn't Latex Control a pretty rare thing? When there are only three of you left, Lucy lets out an exasperated breath and turns to Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>You didn't need to tell them that $name can control Latex! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer presses her lips together and drops her gaze to the floor. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> There's nothing I can object to, Mistress! I got carried away...</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy doesn't seem angry. She answers in a nonchalant voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Well, the process I had in mind has been accelerated. I was going to share it with them anyway. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You interrupt with surprise.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A proud smile appears on Lucy's face. With her red Latex jacket and braided hair, she looks stunning. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>I've been working on this for a long time, and finally I got some good results. I can transfer my Latex Control to someone else. A small fraction, of course but that's more than enough. It has already been implemented at the highest ranks. I've also made a few attempts in the past.
My own control decreases and they acquire an independent control. Independent enough to create their own style. Very few will be able to create a style, but even that will be useful. And the real payoff of all this will come <i>much, much later</i>. Five percent of my total control would be enough for the whole dungeon. A sacrifice that will definitely be worth it in the future!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer frowns with disapproval. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>But... Isn't that valuable because it's rare? If everyone has it, it'll lose its meaning. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy replies in an understanding voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Anyone can use Lust Energy too. Does that take away from its value? How much you can develop and make your own makes the difference. There will be at most a few noteworthy figures among them anyway. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer nods reluctantly. Although she agrees with Lucy's point, she seems upset that this rare trait will lose its rarity. Lucy returns to her usual serious tone. By her standards, she was in a cheerful mood for quite a long time. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Not too long ago, Summer put you through a test. A special test where we can get detailed analysis from a very talented Succubus named Harley. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Details flash through your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You remember the solid Latex on one side of the room and the Succubus attached to the bed. You were asked to use Latex to keep her in the room.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>"I read Harley's report and in general she praised your potential, but there were a few things that caught my attention. I'd like to hear from her what's changed since then. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel a small shift. Something small, on the far corner from you. Your eyes can't quite make it out, but you know what it is. It's Harley's shy bat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then a silhouette appears, completely covered in Latex, walking on tiptoes towards you. She walks elegantly up to you and bows. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Harley nods her head gently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>On Harley's Latex mask, which looks completely smooth, a mouth cavity forms. After removing the Latex gag, she's ready to talk. It looks like she can control Latex. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice a small piece of Latex floating towards you. You reach out and start to twirl it slowly around your hand. Lucy asks to Harley. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Harley's taking a few steps towards you. Meanwhile, you notice the bat, which is far away from you, calmly flying here and there. Harley's closing in on you and turning to Lucy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy looks at you first. After you nod slowly, she gives Harley the approval. Harley extends her index finger to you and lightly touches your belly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The moment Harley touches you, all the Latex on her body, except for her mask, shifts at high speed and covers you. Your arms and ankles are also tightly bound, making it difficult to move. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She puts her hand to your throat and runs her hand over your body. Then she approaches your ear and teases it with her tongue. Then, out of the blue, she brings her hand to your pussy but doesn't touch it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Latex surrounding you becomes tighter and your breathing gets a little more difficult. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Harley gets behind you and suddenly you're startled by a smack on the ass. She pinches you and lightly slaps your cheek a few times. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Harley turns towards Lucy and respectfully places her hands behind her back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/harley2.jpg"><b><b1> It feels so much more clear than the last time Mistress! Her connection with Latex feels very different from yours. Latex is... afraid of her! The way she controls Latex is very similar to you, but rather than a mutual bond, it feels like a ruthless chokehold on Latex, ordering it around. </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1> It's really unbelievable! This can mean two things, either your limits on controlling Latex are above all of us, or no matter what you do, you will not be able to rise above the average.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she turns toward Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Umm... I guess not... But my mind is very busy, so maybe I didn't realize if I heard any speaking... I mean, sometimes I hear someone saying my name, but when I look, no one is there... So... Like... Right, Harley?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy slowly surveys the large common space you are in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets down on one knee and puts her right hand on the ground. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is controlled. After a few seconds, you feel a stickiness under your feet. Latex oozes out of the countless holes in the floor at an insane speed.
The whole floor is covered with Latex, and when it gets to the ankle height, you realize that Lucy's breathing continues with a slight growl. As the Latex rises even higher, Lucy slowly stands up and continues to pump more Latex into the room, both hands in the rising Latex. You watch this scene in amazement. Right now, a sea of sticky Latex continues to rise as if preparing to devour all of you. This black slime sea stops when it reaches your waist level. Lucy, elbow-deep in Latex, opens her eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Summer, dip your hands! I'll let go of all control and you'll hold it. The vents are fully open right now, so be careful! You'll be doing most of the work! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer dips her hands up to her elbows. You can easily recognize the moment when she takes control. It looks like she's trying to lift something very heavy. You realize that the sea of Latex that was at your waist level is getting lower and lower, albeit slowly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer is down on one knee, as if being crushed by an invisible weight. Only her head is out and she is trying with all her might to keep this huge sea in the air. Lucy continues to talk with you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Actually, ever since I met Summer, she had her own style but she persistently used this only when her life was in danger or in minor situations, without realizing it. I have been observing the reason for this for some time, I discovered that she was trying to imitate me and my style. She has internally accepted that the way I usually move the high masses, often like a sea, is the only way. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You see Summer's head is completely submerged in this sea of Latex. But she continues to resist, both arms raised in the air like she's carrying a huge boulder. Noticing your gaze, Lucy turns her head and sees only two arms stretching upwards.
She immediately reaches out her arm and pulls Summer up. Then all the Latex suddenly flows back down. You wonder how much more Latex is in the depths of this place. Summer is lying on the floor, gasping for breath. After her cough subsides, she asks.
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<b><n3>After giving this small piece to Summer, she puts her hand on the floor again. Latex seeping through the holes quickly takes shape and four bodies are formed. Either Lucy is really working hard on Latex control, or she has a lot of tricks she hasn't shown you... Probably both. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> These four Latex bodies are placed on the four sides of Summer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Summer gets into position, Lucy intervenes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer does as she's told and closes her eyes. She puts one hand up and one hand down and starts to float this Latex ball between her palms. Lucy takes a few steps back. You can see how focused Summer is. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can see the smooth ball floating between Summer's palms, changing its shape and texture. Its color has become much duller and covered with countless spikes, large and small. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As the Latex bodies lose their form, Lucy calmly applauds Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>That's what I mean by style. Things that you can use when your brain is empty and relaxed, without any extra effort whatsoever. Because you intended to attack, you created sharp spikes. But in general, you have a thread type of style.
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<b><n3>Deformed Latex bodies return to their former form. Lucy walks up to Summer and takes over the Latex ball from her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy directs this ball towards the body directly in front of her, creating a hole in her belly. Immediately afterwards, this ball makes a perfect circle around Lucy, creating perfectly smooth holes in the other three bodies. The whole thing happened in a second. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>When I am in this dungeon, I almost always pull the Latex from the depths to the surface and let it go. When you can start moving huge quantities rapidly, with small quantities like this, you can't even feel it.
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<b><n3>Bodies take their old form again. You walk toward Lucy with doubtful steps. Do you have a Latex style? You have no idea... Do you have any style? Your thing is copying from others. Lucy gives you the liquid ball, then steps back. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wondering how it's going, you open your eyes. You see that the ball in your hand has become so elastic and liquefied that it has almost lost its form. Just as you're about to lose focus, Lucy shouts in an excited, scolding voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You immediately close your eyes. Looks like you're on the right track. After a short while you feel something sticking to your hand. You move your hands a little bit apart to separate them, but this thing, which feels like a giant gum, won't come out of your hand. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>At Lucy's command, you instinctively stretch your arms forward. You move your body a little bit to the right and put the body behind you in your range. Hundreds of small nets shoot out of this sticky web and catch all four of them in the belly. You easily throw this web away and the little webs that are stuck to the body start to be pulled towards the center at a very high speed. The four bodies hit each other at a great speed and completely lose their form. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>You were using this type of Latex when you first controlled Latex and attacked me... I mean, when Moon attacked me. It is a very promising start with incredible potential but... </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1>Mistress Trix and Moon have known each other for a very long time. And according to her, Moon is not a Latex user. Even though she told me otherwise, I didn't listen to her, I put you through a real test and you could control Latex. As another outcome, your connection with Moon began. Can you ask her? What's the real deal? You could be in danger! </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>I'll be honest! I couldn't use Latex back in the day. But that old bitch Bellatrix was an absolute genius at it. And it wasn't a skill I could copy and make my own.
Still, I'm pretty sure that the Latex you're capable of now, comes from me. When we first encountered each other, for ten seconds, when I took control of your body, I knew how to control that Latex, but I didn't know why I knew it. I'm telling all this because Lucy knows so much more than Bellatrix, and she will continue to learn.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With a single hand movement, she picks up all the Latex on the floor in the whole area and returns it back down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A cell? Like Madalyn's? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy6.jpg"><b><l1> It should be ready by next Saturday and I'll give you all the details then. It's an area in which only you have authority. When you're in that cell, everyone else, including me, is beneath you.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She gestures for Summer to follow and starts to walk away. You don't feel bad, but deep down you have a bad feeling. Lucy's expression as she stares off into the distance keeps popping into your mind.
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<b><n3> After picking up your cloak and necklace, you start walking to the dungeon. Your cell must be ready. You are excited and curious to see what will happen. As you're about to enter the dungeon, you realize that there's someone quite close. You hide right away and check who it is.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> When you slowly pull your head out, you see Summer, staring at you with confused eyes, sitting on a worn single sofa, sipping wine.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>It's incredibly packed inside! This test for selection by Latex was announced to... Fucking everyone... Lucy is on her way to becoming an underworld superstar, as if she weren't already... </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She exhales heavily, her face is sour, her shoulders are slumped, she looks completely helpless. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're not so sure that's a bad thing. She clenches her fist angrily and takes another sip of her wine and shakes her fist in the air. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>I hate it! All right?! I can't stand to have hundreds of little fleas crawling around asking me things! Normally this fucking test was supposed to end this week, but it has reached so many fucking useless ticks that it will probably take a much longer time. We couldn't even get started yet! Ughh! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Without saying anything, you sit in the empty seat in front of her. Summer continues, overwhelmed and frustrated. You like that even though she's angry, she doesn't project that anger on you. She seems to want to share her frustrations with you, not take it out on you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>What are we gonna do with all these Latex users, huh? We're already in constant conflict with the Center. Aren't we going to offer them more test subjects? There are definitely Center spies in there. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's interrupted by her own hiccups. The more she talks, the more you realize Summer is past being tipsy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>Lucy takes this thing incredibly seriously. She was gonna postpone your cell, you know? It's so crowded inside... But don't worry! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She raises her fist in the air in triumph, speaks proudly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1> I personally took over the preparation of your cell! Still not perfect, but ready enough for you to start your training.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You slowly get up from your seat and reach for the bottle on the floor. Further drinking may not end well for her, or for those inside. Just as you grab the bottle, Summer hugs you around the neck. You hear quiet sobs.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>Mathilda really loves and respects you! She's achieved so much because of you... She doesn't want me to tell you these things, but I believe she does deep down inside. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You know that Mathilda is the shy soul inside Summer who can use Anti-Lust, but you don't know how Sun or Moon helped her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Okay, that's enough wine...</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer's tightening her arms around you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1> You're really carrying a lot of burden! I'm sorry for dragging you around like a puppet! But you're so precious! I can't remember why right now, but you are! You definitely are!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After staying like this for a while, Summer moves her arms. You realize the bottle is almost finished. As you are about to take the glass from her hand, she drinks the whole glass in one go.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After finishing the glass in her hand, she gesturing for you to move away a little. Then you get a strange feeling inside. Even though you've felt it many times, you can't get used to it. It was Anti-Lust. She looks like she's fully recovered. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer10.jpg"><b><summer1>Okay, it's all me again. I can get blind drunk several times in a day and recover as if nothing had happened. Can't even explain how useful that is. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She stands up elegantly and approaches you. With one hand, she reaches for the bottle in your hand, at the same time, she brings her lips close to your ear. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After gently kisses you on the cheek, she puts the bottle down. Then she starts walking towards the dungeon. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The moment you enter the narrow passage leading to the main area, you feel how packed it is inside. A chaotic wave of Lust is overwhelming right from the entrance. It's also quite noisy in there.
You cross the narrow passage and reach the main area. You've never seen it this crowded before. Everyone is wearing some kind of Latex clothing. Some have it as a small accessory, others are completely covered in Latex. Overall the atmosphere is excited and you don't feel an energy that stands out.
The moment Summer walks in, everyone who notices her falls silent. It's like a wave that starts from the area where you came out, and within five seconds everyone there goes completely silent. Summer raises her right arm and two Latex cocoons pinned to the wall begin to float in front of her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer removes all the Latex from the two cocoons and the two Succubus collapse to the ground. You're a little curious about what happened before you arrived. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer raises her voice. She has a very cold and irritated tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>I'm in charge of your safety and the security of this place. Don't make the mistake of thinking that just because I'm not here, I can't see what's going on!
If I determine that you are a security threat, I can do whatever I want to you! Don't fucking try me, you insects! I forgive these two just this once! I'll never show mercy to anyone again! Any questions?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Nobody even makes a sound. As Summer surveys the crowd with a satisfied expression, you notice a hand raising very slowly. A trembling hand, trying to raise its index finger. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>Yes? I'm listening! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> This shy hand starts to rise up. A figure twice the size of those around her stands up. She must have been waiting, crouched down, to keep a low profile. You know this giant, who looks around shyly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> This giant is none other than Wilhelmina. You don't know what she is doing here or why she raised her hand and drew all the attention to herself.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> If you excuse me, I'd like to take this test and join you Mistress! I am completely cleansed from my past connections. </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Wilhelmina slowly rises into the air and starts to float next to Summer. She tries to cover her skirt as much as possible. You move to an empty and small cell. Latex puts Wilhelmina down but continues to squeeze her body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wilhelmina can't seem to breathe. She is trying to say something with short gasps, but you can't understand her. Summer loosens Latex with a frustrated sigh. Wilhelmina falls to her knees and tries to catch her breath. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil>But she is still on your side. I want to join you! You can look into my mind, you can do anything to ensure. I am bereft of my old ties and hungry for revenge with the anger of having been fooled! </wil></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer clearly doesn't believe her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Wilhelmina's face crumples. She speaks reluctantly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly she stands up and rips off her clothes in one move. Her big tits and curvy body are completely exposed. Then she puts her hand in front of her crotch. Summer slowly approaches this naked giant. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>They both look at each other. Summer stands confidently with both hands on her hips, while Wilhelmina stands shyly with her body slightly tilted forward. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Wilhelmina speaks excitedly, Summer gently touches her belly with her index finger. In a split second, the naked giant is covered in Latex from head to toe. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice the black cat forming like a little shadow on Summer's shoulder. This little cat jumps on Wilhelmina's shoulder. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You leave the small cell with Summer. She exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer9.jpg"><b><summer1>On top of all these things, more and more stuff keeps coming out. I don't know how she got past me... Anyway, let's focus on you!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With a smile on her face, she gets behind you, takes you by the shoulders and walks you inside. Inside, It's much more... ordinary than you imagined. At first glance, you notice lots of chains, sex tools, a huge white bed and a few cauldron-like things. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She leans slightly and answers quietly. You can feel the hesitation in her voice. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"She said she wanted to talk to you, Mistress. I couldn't take her out."</b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/scarlet1.jpg"><b><kendra1>This was meant to be mine, Mistress! I've struggled so much to get here and on the last day, I find out that this place has been taken away from me. It's not fair! It hurts me even more when it comes from you! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Succubus who opened the door takes a few steps back, her lips pressed together. You can see from her face how stressed she is. Summer continues to tie the strings of her dress as if she didn't hear her. She doesn't look angry.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> While Summer continues to calmly tend to her dress, the red-haired Succubus speaks in a slightly more rebellious and tearful voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/scarlet1.jpg"><b><kendra1> Don't you hear me? Please don't ignore me!</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1>I hear you, Scarlet! And I know how hard you're trying but in order of importance, you're not first! You think this is a court of law! Of course it's not fair! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer slowly approaches to her. You can see Scarlet's heart breaking from what she heard. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1>I've told you the stories of how I made my spirit animal into what it is now. How many times do you think I've been treated unfairly? Your kind should always try harder than some! Just like I did back in the day! I'm glad you objected to me but you won't be the first to use this cell! Still, this cell will be yours.
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<b><chanel>"I will, Mistress! I'm..."</chanel></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer5.jpg"><b><summer1><font size="3"> Masochist instructors! They are the best choice for your start. They also explain in detail what you can do better afterwards.</font> </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1>That's pretty good... $name. We can continue. This is how someone who is not a Latex user would use it. But you have many more options! Please cover her with ordinary Latex too. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> First she dips her hand into ordinary Latex and takes it out. You see that her hands are covered like a glove. Then she dips it in the second cauldron and creates a second layer with the Stinging Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's approaching the slave you covered in latex. Then she starts spanking her ass hard. The slave screams and struggles in pain, but amidst the screams, you notice some giggles. When Summer backs away, you realize that the slave can't control her giggles as tears come to her eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summers squints and smiles vaguely. A sadistic expression appears on her face for a brief moment and disappears. It impresses you that she's trying to taunt her even in this situation. After a little pause, Summer speaks again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>Still, you're going to try this with another kind of Latex. This is something that can really get messy and out of control very quickly.
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<b><n3>She moves her hand to the slave's pussy and rubs it slowly. After smiling at the slave writhing in pain, she moves towards the cauldrons. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> This is Pleasure Latex. Each of them has different and more sophisticated names, but I'm not gonna memorize them...
By combining this Latex with Paralyzing Latex, we can harvest the Lust energy we need from Rubber Dolls. It can be used as a surprise factor even in a dangerous situation but we don't usually use it for that. It's also, Mistress Lucy's initial creation. After realizing that she was able to achieve this with Latex, she started to think about other types and moved forward. Now dip your hands in it and cover them with a thin layer.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You dip both hands into the third cauldron and cover your gloves with a second layer. You open and close your hands, but you don't feel much difference. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>As a Jupiter, I can reach an ecstatic orgasm just by stimulating my breasts but the sign that is the furthest away from this concept is the Moon. Because their sensitive spot is their pussy, which is already sensitive in everyone.
Yet, perhaps paradoxically, they have the deepest awareness of Lust. Earths, who can naturally use their entire body as a sexual organ, are the lowest in this awareness. Try touching your pussy... But first take a seat. Your legs might struggle to carry you.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take a seat and start caressing your pussy with one hand. The moment the Pleasure Latex kicks in, your body contracts. Normally, to feel like this, your body and mind need a little time to get into the mood. But this Latex brings the deep pleasure to the surface instantly. It seems you couldn't protect your hand again, but you don't care about that. You lower your second hand down.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You approach the bed and spread the Latex so that the slave's pussy and ass are exposed. It feels complicated to infuse pleasure in her Latex while continuing to protect your hand. You know Summer will object, so you turn your head slowly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You focus on the two layers on your hands. You feel as if the glove in your hand can understand you. It is waiting for your orders. Then you quickly move your hand to the slave's pussy. You deeply felt that Latex won't affect you this time. You wonder how it will go. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put your thumb on her asshole and start to rub her pussy hard with your other fingers. The previous spankings seem to do the trick. Her pussy is soaking wet. As expected, slave soon begins to tremble with moans. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before the slave can finish, she receives a swift slap on the right cheek. The sharp sound of the slap echoed throughout the cell. Summer smiles again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets up on her knees on the bed and lies face down on top of the slave. With her hand, she spreads her fat ass cheeks and starts licking her asshole eagerly. While you play with the slave's pussy, Summer is just above, loosening her asshole with tongue strokes.
You grab Summer by the chin and put your thumb in her mouth. Summer sucks your thumb with a great desire. Meanwhile, you realize that the pussy you put three fingers into is starting to shake. Immediately afterwards, with loud moans, you realize that she is having her first orgasm.
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<b><n3> You stick out your tongue and start grinding it against Summer's tongue. Meanwhile, you start playing with Summer's nipples with both of your hands. You can notice that Summer's body reacts to that immediately.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>This intense kiss, with lots of eye contact and occasional giggles, goes on for a few minutes. Just when you think you're going to stop, Summer's plump lips, her naughty tongue and your mixed drooling prevent you from doing so. Meanwhile, with your gloves covered in Pleasure Latex, you continue to play with Summer's nipples. You notice that Summer's breathing is getting faster and faster and she is getting close to an orgasm. Her moans as you kiss and her hot breaths into your mouth puts you in the mood.
On the verge of cumming, she finds the strength to lift her arm and grabs you by the shoulder but you have no intention of stopping now. You take that hand and quickly press it down on the bed and continue to play wildly with her breasts. You squeeze her nipple, flick it, or play with it delicately. They all have a different effect on her.
Your whole face is covered in saliva, but since Summer is on the bottom, she is even more drenched. Maybe in any other moment it would be a sign to stop, but right now you just want to hear all the sounds she will make as she cums uncontrollably. You also notice a thin thread of milk oozing out of her nipples.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer's whole body begins to shake as you rapidly stroke her nipple between your fingers. Her tits have almost doubled in size from the beginning.
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<b><n3>After a few minutes, you look at each other, both having cleaned your faces. You feel a strange sensation in your hand. You managed to protect your hand during the whole thing. But when your body and mind were out of this intense zone, you let go of control without realizing it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You nod negatively and Summer stands up and heads for the shelves. Then, she comes back with a Latex dildo. First she dips it in Pleasure Latex, then in Regular Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With excitement, she places the dildo on your crotch and locks it in your suit. Then she makes a little wave movement and you feel the dildo extending and penetrating your pussy. It also coats your entire groin area.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wrap both hands around the black dildo and start stroking it. You don't really feel much. Summer smiles. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She grabs the slave lying on the bed by the head and drags her towards you. As she is being dragged, she speaks in a soulful voice. </n3></b>
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<b><chanel>"How beautiful you looked just now, Mistress! I saw the way you looked at each other! You desire one another! Please don't mind me, just go on! I could watch you two for a lifetime! Your climax was absolutely breathtaking!"</chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer, sounding embarrassed, presses the slave against your huge dildo. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You activate the Pleasure Latex in the bottom layer for the external part of the dildo and the pleasure you feel just from the flow suddenly increases by several times. Gradually you get used to the sensation and without caring at all, you shove the dildo down the slave's throat. You just want to cum! Actually, you'd rather be doing this to Summer right now. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't absorb enough Lust through her mouth. You take the dildo out of the panting slave's throat and push her onto the bed. Without warning, you shove your huge cock into the slave's pussy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There is hardly any moaning from the slave, since you are sucking all the Lust she produces. But you moan like a wild animal, without any restraint. The slave soon adapts and starts to match your rhythm. As you thrust your hips forward, she pushes back against you and you are able to fuck her much harder. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're pretty close, but you don't want to cum while standing. You throw yourself on the bed and let the slave finish you off. You just focus on the pleasure you're experiencing. Your eyes closed, your own moans and the warmth of your body, your pleasure-slave bouncing on you and the eyes of Summer watching you... You won't last long. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly all your senses fade away. There is nothing but pleasure! It feels more intense than you can handle. You push the slave who's bouncing on you with a huff. Without realizing it, you also pop out the dildo that's wrapped around your lower body. You can't move, but you're shaking unbelievably, trying to melt down such intense pleasure. You don't even have time to breathe. You feel like you are experiencing several orgasms at the same time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know how long it's been, but your senses are starting to come back. You panic for a moment because you can't see even though your eyes are open, but then you realize that your whole body is covered with Latex. When you find the energy to lift your head, you take a look around. You realize that Summer has been masturbating watching you and probably came once more. She sits there with a silly smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She turns to you and places a kiss on your lips. Then she reluctantly stands up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>That was a really needed break. Thank you! The Succubus I left by the door will take you to a shortcut to the exit. Once you've rested enough, you can return to your dormitory. Come again next Saturday and don't forget to put your clothes on! Take care! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After picking up your cloak and necklace, you start walking to the dungeon. Last week, a lot of things were happening at the same time in the dungeon, and thanks to Summer, you experienced your first proper Latex training. The thought of facing the same crowd again makes you a little uneasy. Summer must have been infuriated many times.
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<b><n3>You enter the dungeon. This time you are not greeted by an intense Lust wave like last week. Last week, you used a cell belonging to a Succubus named Scarlet. You don't know if you'll be there again or if your own cell is ready. When you walk into the main area, you see a familiar face. Mel is approaching you with quick steps. She seems to be in a good mood. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mel opens the door, then holds it open for you to come in. You walk in with a buzz of excitement. First you notice Summer, standing quite close to the door. She's wearing a mesh body suit. The fact that she has no bra or panties underneath makes it even more interesting. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After greeting Summer with a smile, you look across the room. Lucy is wearing a very elegant Latex dress, but something's strange. She's carrying a chair. After carrying the chair a few meters, she puts it down and turns to you. Her voice is full of exhaustion and sleep deprivation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer's energetic tone makes you feel much better. Just listening to Lucy would make you yawn. But her voice is so tired that you can't even get angry about it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer12.jpg"><b><summer1>You probably remember what happened last week. We checked Wilhelmina thoroughly and made sure she was telling the truth. From that moment on, she became part of this process and helped us tirelessly. Especially her help with The Center spies was perhaps the most valuable. They've been given Latex control too, by the way. She couldn't feel comfortable in a Latex dress, so she had to wear one of her own. She has dozens of the same dress...
When she heard about your cell, she wanted to be your assistant and that's why she's here right now... But she couldn't resist any longer and fell asleep... Mistress, you should also rest as well. Along with your dormitory responsibilities, you hardly slept at all. All the remaining ones are those who are already in this dungeon. A few day rest won't do any harm.</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>Summer won't be able to keep you company this week. And I don't have the energy to do it. I want this limited time in your cell to be as educational as possible, but we may not be able to do that this week.
There's no other Succubus who can teach you about Latex. But you can assist Summer with the thing she'll be busy with. After explaining, I'll leave the choice to you. Summer, explain it to her, please. </l1></b></div>\
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Speaking about today, I'd love you to join me. Only the slaves here are left to share Latex. Note that it is not called "sharing" publicly. It is something like, Ceremony And Latex Chosen By... I don't know! I'll do the general checks on that first. And then as the real task of the day...</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer coats herself with Latex that seeps into the room and forms a few threads around her. In a calm, low voice she informs Lucy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>We could hurt Mel. We don't know anything about the intruder. You're in charge of Mel's safety! I'll deal with the intruder personally! Let her come! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The door opens slowly. Mel looks very nervous. The big shadow behind her is the cause of it all. Lucy leans forward slightly, squinting her eyes. Mel and the shadow behind takes a step inside and Lucy straightens up, surprised. The intruder grabbed her by the wrist and near the armpit and locked her in such a way that she cannot bend or move her arm. Mel can't hold it in any longer and starts to cry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she calmly sits back in the chair. Lucy's comfort surprises both you and Summer. Or has she already take care of the intruder? You still can't tell who that is because her face is in shadow, but you can see that she is quite tall. She pushes Mel inside, goes inside and closes the door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't recognize this Succubus, who looks noble and elegant, with her tall height, huge tits and fit body. Mel continues to cry and seems to be in some pain. In a single movement, the intruder replaces Mel's shoulder, and Mel moves her arm in a dazed manner, checking her condition.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You get a strange feeling inside. The name feels familiar, but you know almost nothing about it. With a little relief, Mel starts crying even harder, but you can see the anger in her eyes. She takes off her glove, which was about to come off anyway, and hits Minka's arm with it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy nods and gives Mel permission. Mel hits Minka with her glove one last time and as the glove falls to the floor, she runs out of the cell. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy doesn't seem angry after all. As she stares at Minka, she slowly stands up and starts walking towards her. Then she hugs her tenderly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka replies respectfully as she hugs Lucy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy smiles and puts her head on her shoulder. Since Minka is wearing a flat-sole boot and Lucy is in high heels, they look close in height. Minka is still taller, though. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly you witness something for the first time. A giggling laughter from Lucy. Minka puts one hand on Lucy's head and caresses it gently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Shortly after, this longing hug ends. Lucy speaks as she returns to her chair.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>The one covered in Latex, ready to attack you, is my right hand, Summer. The one standing... $name, a very special member of us and the one in bed... Don't mind her... </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka greets Summer and you with her head and then turns towards you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy switches to her casual serious tone and speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>There must be a situation. And since you're here, it must be something quite serious. What is the reason for your presence? </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka smiles hopefully. She gets to the point straight away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> Yes, Miss Lucy! I have come with some great news. Your mother has chosen you to be the new head of the family.</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy suddenly turns her head towards Minka. Despite the mask on her face, you can see how shocked she is. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>She... Picked me?... I'm not even in the family, technically! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Minka's smile grows. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> You rejected the family, but officially they didn't reject you. So technically you are still considered family. And to show how serious she is about this proposal, your honorable mother has already made you number two.</minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>No... There's definitely something fishy going on here. Minka! You know best what mom thinks of me! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka leans forward slightly and speaks with outstretched arms. She still has a smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka>Yes, I know all about it! But she thinks you've already proven yourself. Please take a look at yourself from the outside. You're Brittany's right-hand at Umesatraa Academy. There's a lot of fancy rumors about you all the time. Even the way you dress is becoming more and more popular and coveted.
And finally, you know it doesn't matter to me, but... You have a serious very dominant presence. Speaking from your mother's point of view, you have everything she expected of you, and much more. Currently, you are in a higher position than all your sisters, in life and in the family. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka purses her lips with a slight worry and turns her gaze to the floor. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> She wants you to return home. While Brittany is there... She doesn't think it's possible for you to become a Headmistress and she wants you to stop wasting your time here.
I don't know what happens if you reject the offer, because she said there's no way she won't accept my terms and sent me on my way. I don't need to explain your mother to you... Your honorable mother...</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Minka speaks, she doesn't seem to notice Summer approaching her. Summer slowly pinches Minka's right arm. With a sudden flinch, Minka grabs Summer's arm and puts her in a lock with her elbow pointing upwards. Summer's flexible body doesn't seem to be too bothered by this. She tosses her head back and turns her exposed throat to Minka with a naughty smile on her face. It's clear she let Minka catch her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka turns to Summer with a condescending look. Lucy slowly leans her head towards you and speaks in a voice that only you can hear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1><font size=3> <l1>Whatever these two are going to confront about, they can't relax until they face each other. I apologize for the chaos. When the thing between these two is resolved, I will take everyone out and link you with your cell.</l1></font> </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer, in her Latex dress that leaves her breasts exposed, puts her hand on her hip with a determined expression. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>Mistress, her muscles are on the limit. They're literally crying out in agony. She may not realize it, but she needs help. I need to ask her a few questions. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy crosses her arms and leans back in the chair. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>Okay, if you say so, I trust you! Minka, please answer her questions. And Summer, please don't exaggerate. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka frowns slightly with a confused expression. Lucy nods reassuringly at her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> Bullshit! I can barely call myself flexible enough... Well, It's not surprising that you feel this way because the Lust energy you pump into your muscles greatly increases their strength and flexibility. So, how do you feel right after you wake up, or during the falling asleep phase?</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> You've turned this into a part of your daily life instead of using it only when you need it. Even worse, you're not giving your muscles the time they need to really rest and repair themselves. You must be continuing this even in your sleep.
If you cut off this heavy flow of Lust all of a sudden, you could be sleeping for days. And when you wake up, your muscles will ache like never before. This can last for weeks. You need to have a supervised healing process, otherwise it is quite possible that this situation can become fatal... Can you give me your arm? I won't pinch this time.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer slowly stretches her hand towards Minka's right arm. Minka, looking a little concerned after what she has just heard, holds out her arm. Summer pulls up her dress, leaving her arm exposed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> I'd like to do a test on a small muscle group and see how things go. I'll start rubbing your triceps slowly, but I will not apply any Lust energy and use very little strength.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer begins to massage gently, with two thumbs. The wrinkled face of Minka, with pain and relief, says a lot. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> What a wasted potential... Have you ever experienced a full body orgasm?</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Minka flinches with Summer's every touch. If she's only got this much stress on one arm, things might be as serious as Summer thinks. She responds to Summer's question with a muffled moan of suppressed relief. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka>Mmmhh... What? </minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> You look like an Earth. Apart from that, your body is very fit and your movements up to now have been practiced enough to become reflexive. So we can assume that you are involved in martial arts. You must be in a routine for a long time.
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<b><n3> Her voice deepens a little and a naughty smile appears on her face. With one thumb, she massages the muscle, firmly pressing from bottom to top. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka pulls her arm wildly with a loud moan. She looks at Summer, breathing heavily, a little confused, a little frightened. Summer laughs warmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>You don't have to look so scared! It's just pleasure! In fact, that's what will cure you... </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Minka rubs her arm, looking confused. Summer turns to Lucy and speaks with conclusion. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> She definitely needs help. And I believe I can take care of it. Also, a large part will be determined by the habits and routines that she changes. I'm just going to help her relieve the accumulated stress and then guide her from there. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1> All right, what I just saw proved what you said already. Minka, I accept the proposal to be head of the family, but I can't leave with you right away. You will stay here and focus on healing while I take care of my stuff.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka>Umm... Yes Mistress! I'm very happy that you're coming home, but I think we can take care of this recovery thing late... </minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>That's my final decision, Minka! In fact, we're starting it right now! Summer, explain what needs to be done. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>After explaining, $name will decide if you can start here or not! Even though she's a newcomer, even though she's struggling with so many things, I've never once heard her whine! Quit acting like a baby! </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> First of all, I have to get her to fill her body with Lust in a way that she is not used to, and then I have to get her to release this energy through physical effort, so that she can make a natural transition to the rest and recovery phase. The massage I will do at that stage will be much more effective than the one I will be doing now.
Because the main goal is to create an opening for her muscles to rest while trying to acclimatize her body to a more natural cycle. It's probably such a strong habit that it will require the same effort as fighting an addiction. And I'm going to approach this with the same mentality. It's not something her body can handle if she suddenly cuts this habit off completely.</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're so used to the casualness and nonchalance of Summer's explanations that this one feels weird. Not even half an hour ago, she said, <i>"Ceremony And Latex chosen by.."</i> to the thing Lucy had spent the whole week working on. This is rather amusing to you, but you try not to smile or giggle. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1> Minka, I've known you since I was little, and if you say that <i>"When I wake up I feel a little sore"</i>, then you may be experiencing aches that prevents you from being able to move for minutes on end.
And instead of telling someone about it, you would wake up half an hour earlier and carry on without letting anyone know. If Summer says there's a problem, especially with something like this, then there is! She's no ordinary pervert.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>All faces suddenly turn to you. You feel that strange pressure on you again even more. Deep down, you still find it strange that Summer talks to you like a friend and Lucy treats you like you're on the equal rank with Summer.
Frankly, you don't see any reason to say no. You didn't have much expectation coming here, and it seems like a pretty good plan to watch what happens, link up with your cell, and then join Summer in her deeds. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>You seem to think that in order to perfect something, you have to sacrifice the rest. Even your breathing is shallow, only good enough to get by. I'm not judging you. Part of the reason I want to help you is because you're a lot like me. My old self, if I must correct...
Also, it is always the hardest to see your own mistakes, and sometimes even if you see them, you ignore them. You know what I see when I look at you? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>I see repression and even worse it's self-repression. I can imagine you're doing an excellent job but you use your own essence as the fuel for it. You'd rather it was just the two of us having this conversation, wouldn't you? You're so tense because there are other faces looking at you. I assume you've already accepted that you can't hide it from me. If you haven't, accept it already! </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>For example, when I touch you like this, why do you hold your breath and get into a defensive mode? Is it to protect yourself from me, or because you're afraid you might like it?
Like, when you are punishing someone, have you ever made them do something that you are ashamed of, but in a harsh tone? If you frown and give her orders, it doesn't matter what she does, right? After all, you are still the dominant and the one on top? Or, have you ever let the other side take control while kissing? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> Mistress, I don't mean to disrespect but I don't think this is about treatment. These personal questions are completely irreleva-...</minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> Then why are you aroused and naturally producing Lust? I've already explained what I'm going to do and I'm doing it!</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> I'm pushing the root cause of this habit. I know best how uncomfortable it is because I was really a lot like you. I wasn't breathing shallowly and torturing my muscles like you, but... </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>To explain it in this way would be an oversimplification. But yes, if we have to put it in one word, we can say that. It's more like the anxiety of appearing weak to the outside world. At least I would say that's the starting point.
I know a little of your household dynamic, Mistress Lucy, and Minka has probably adjusted a little too well to the pressure that's always on her. To the point of breaking herself. It must be an incredibly abrasive experience to be in an environment that does not tolerate a moment of weakness, both physical and mental. So, what are the responsibilities of a Head Maid?</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>It is the closest non-blood relative of the family but in terms of trust, she is the most trusted figure of the head of the family. She is responsible for all the maids under them and must be powerful enough to protect the family members against any threat if necessary. It is an irreplaceable role for our family and Minka has been carrying out this role flawlessly for several years. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy7.jpg"><b><l1>So if another name I trust tells me that you may be in danger, I will make a decision without asking your opinion. Especially since I know how careless you can be about yourself. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>Did this pressure include the fear of being replaced? Fear that if I show a weak moment, I might be abandoned? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka>No! I never had any fear of being replaced! </minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>That wasn't exactly my question. Maybe you didn't really feel this possibility because you were pushing yourself to be perfect so much, but could it be one of the reasons for pushing yours... Or anyway, it's okay. If you say you didn't fear, then you didn't. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Minka seems to have recovered already. Still, she pulls her head back a little, leaving the question unanswered. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1> How well you look... Since you had a nerve response, a quick recovery after a very high reaction is to be expected, but not this fast. Because you haven't recovered, your body has automatically put this damage on the ignore list...
Anyway, let me go first. This actually started as a great fear, it wasn't really a kink. It was also something I was embarrassed about, but mostly I was afraid of it.</summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>Being touched on the throat... You must be understanding this as a fighter. Because if any other limb is grabbed, there's a lot you can do to try to free it. In the worst case scenario, you can even sacrifice it. But... </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>But if someone is strangling you, then you are limited in what you can do and you have to be very fast. And it's not something you can sacrifice in any scenario. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>The skin there is very thin. You feel everything that's happening much more intensely. Hot is scorching... Cold is freezing... And a touch is ecstatic... This is the highest possible point of submission! Right now, as you touch my thin throat, in a sense you own me. You don't have to use any strength or be harsh. I can already feel every little movement of your fingers all over my body just from this. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>The only thing I feared more than that was falling behind and being replaced. Where I was before here, I was the assistant head of my department. And after an unfortunate incident happened to the head, there was talk of me replacing her. Every aspect of this situation scared me to death.
I didn't think I was ready for that position because the strong and unbreakable persona that I projected to the outside was actually not that strong. Everyone saw me much above what I was. And I saw quite clearly that if you slip, there is always someone else ready to take your place. Maybe I wasn't replaced this year, but what about next year? Five years from now? Ten? </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer13.jpg"><b><summer1>It's something I've been working on for a while. You've seen how precise my Lust senses are. I'm improving in feeling my surroundings without my eyes and you, filled with Lust right now, are a good sparring partner for me. </summer1></b></div>\
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Although Minka stands at the ready, she still seems to be unsure of the situation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka then puts her left foot forward and slowly leans her body forward, throwing a few jabs with her left arm only. Summer avoids these punches with very slight swings. With her whole body, she's like swaying in the wind.
Minka, a little surprised by this, challenges her again with left jabs and this time she completes the combo with a left hook, using her whole body. Summer again manages to avoid all the blows with her serene dance. You were expecting her to duck for the last hook, but she avoided it by dashing back in a very sharp motion. Minka chuckles, looking impressed, and holds out her left fist towards Summer. This clearly shows that she is convinced for them to start. And Summer, with a smile on her face, taps this fist with her fist. You're getting very curious about what you're going to watch.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer is standing with her arms up, as if she's going to fight. Unlike Minka, her right foot is in front. Minka starts with left jabs and their dance begins. They have a very controlled and followable pace. Both of them move with gliding steps and don't make very sudden movements. Summer continues to dodge without taking any punches. You can see from good angles how she dodges some of them. She avoids so close that they almost touch her.
You don't know it, but Minka started this fight by putting a few restrictions on herself. No feints and no kicks to her! The punches, which were somewhat casual, gradually start to pick up speed and power. Yet Summer dodges the accelerated punches with the same rhythm as she dodged the first ones. At the last moment...
You watch everything, completely mesmerized. This dance, which has been going on for almost a minute, feels like it has been practiced beforehand, and it keeps speeding up. Minka throws one punch, then pulls back as fast as she can and throws another. Still, she has to reluctantly accept that she cannot hit her with the speed of her arms alone.
After another wasted left jab, she makes a move that breaks the rhythm that has been going on so far. She brings both fists just below her eyes and tugs her upper body inwards, like an armadillo. And then after a slight jump in place, suddenly she appears in front of Summer. Your eyes couldn't follow that movement. It looked to you like she suddenly teleported in front of Summer. She promised herself she wouldn't kick Summer, but that didn't mean she couldn't kick the ground. With an excited gasp, you lean forward a little and open your eyes wide. You don't want to miss what is going to happen.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Until now, Summer has been shifting to the right, to the left and mostly to the back. As Minka stands in front of her, eyes wide open, ready to hit her, Summer suddenly releases her arms, which were in the air. At the same time her whole body becomes loose and she starts to fall forward. Minka throws the fastest one-two so far at Summer, who falls slowly onto her as if she has lost all control of her body. This time, while Minka is sure that her punches will hit, Summer spins like a ballerina at the last moment. Afterwards, she appears in another place, similar to Minka.
You couldn't see if she could hit or not. Summer is moving like a string ballerina puppet with her arms hanging free and in a constant downward spiral. Minka, in shock, turns to face Summer, who is standing on her rear cross. From her expression, you guess she couldn't hit her. With an excited smile on your face, you feel your arm getting increasingly hot. This time, almost like a real armadillo, she pulls her upper body all the way in and dashes at Summer like she's teleporting in lockstep. Even though your eyes cannot follow her leap, this time your eyes are immediately locked on Summer as you know what Minka is aiming.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Summer is already elsewhere, blindfolded, swaying with a strange calmness and continuing her slightly disturbing dance. Her movements became more and more chaotic and nonchalant. She raises her arms, makes an up-and-down rhythm with her leg and tilts her head in the opposite direction of her body. Minka breathlessly turns her face to Summer with a very visible angry expression on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka usually use her long and powerful legs when attacking. So in order not to hurt Summer, she chose to punch her in a symbolic way. And the fact that she dodged her punches was surprising but not really irritating. But what had just happened not only shocked Minka, it made her very angry. Summer just clearly outspeeded her. The speed of her powerful legs was shattered by Summer's ridiculous dance.
Completely forgetting her promises to herself, she began to prepare for her next move. Her only goal was to prove to herself that she could touch her. That's why she wasn't going to strike with a kick but she was going to use a feint. The punches thrown after her rapid dash were wasting her time. So she had to synchronize the moment she reached her destination with the moment she threw her punch. She tucked her upper body in again and dashed towards Summer.
The moment she stood in front of Summer, still in a ready to attack position, she moved as if she was going to hit her. This feint was just a slow movement of her shoulder, and she hoped that would be enough. Because in all except the last time, Summer had dodged her punches at the last moment. If Summer would move after a punch was actually thrown, Minka might lose control of her body, which is still actually full of momentum, and fly off somewhere.
As Minka waits with wide-open eyes for Summer to take the bait, she suddenly realizes that there is nothing in front of her. So there really is an opening, albeit a very short one, that she can use! Her body, which was waiting for this, this time crouches down completely, clenches her fist and locks on to Summer's landing point. And where Summer would appear is entirely determined by her gut feeling and instinct. The final clash of two fighters, both completely in the zone, at the finish line!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka lunges at flying speed, her fist already stretched and ready to be thrown. Then, at the exact point where she planned to strike, Summer suddenly appears. An ecstatic smile appears on her face. She feels like she has already won. Still not having reached her final destination, she starts swinging her right fist with all her might. Eager to strike Summer, who will soon appear in front of her, Minka prepares to land with her left foot. The moment she touches the ground, the swing of her fist will be complete and she will win this challenge! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Minka steps on the ground and looks at Summer with a barbaric expression on her face. But there's one problem! She should have already landed on the ground and stopped moving, but she is still flying very fast. And this is not a flight under her control. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Summer standing behind her diagonally as she flies.
The whole final attack had lasted a little less than two seconds, and Minka had already accepted defeat. Since there was no way to stop the built up momentum in her body for the punch anyway, carelessly, she throws her fist in the air. But at the last moment she realizes something much worse! And there's nothing she can do! </n3></b>
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You try to follow with your eyes to Minka who, after Summer's last escape, angrily lunged at her once more. They appear somewhere again and you turn your eyes there, but almost immediately, Summer disappears again. This time, instead of throwing her punches, Minka crouches completely to the ground and disappears again. Everything happens so instantaneously that you can follow everything as blurry snapshots. This time, Summer appears quite close to you.
You tilt your head a little to the right to avoid missing Minka's arrival. Then, as Minka's silhouette appears, something unexpected happens. Just where Minka is about to land, there is a glove that has just fallen to the ground after being hit on Minka. While Summer has already turned up somewhere else again, Minka, completely lost her balance, flies right at you. Throwing the punch she had already prepared, she flies at you in a spin, completely out of control.
Time slows down for you. This huge body flying towards you is coming right at you! You are frozen by the shock of the situation and even if you could react, you are not sure if you would have enough time. All you can feel is your sign burning fiercely on your arm. This is not a joke. You're really gonna die!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>With a great noise, Lucy wakes up with a jolt. Summer immediately opens her eyes and looks around in confusion. What they see is you lying on the bed looking quite normal, and Minka lying against the wall in a pool of Latex. Minka stands up holding her head and starts walking towards the bed. She's still covered in Latex. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/minka1.jpg"><b><minka> I'm sorry! Ahh! I didn't hit her! Luckily I didn't hit her! She should be fine Mistress! I got careless! I'm sorry! </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she stumbles with the shock of the incident, Summer immediately gets her shoulder. Lucy doesn't fully understand what is happening, but Minka's words give her some comfort. Before scolding them, she reaches down to your body to make sure you are okay. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>First she grabs you by the arm and gently shakes you. Then her eyes widen in shock and she grabs your arm by the wrist and lifts it into the air. When she lets go of your arm, it falls on the bed like a dead body.
Seeing this, Summer runs to the bed in panic. After placing a small black cat on you, she first puts its ear on your chest and makes sure you are still alive. The black cat turns a few circles slowly, looking anxious then it meows a few times. Summer's checking up on you again, as if she doesn't want to believe it. She puts her hand in the middle of your chest and focuses with her eyes closed. Finally sits up with a dazed and sad acceptance. She turns first to Minka and then to Lucy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You suddenly wake up. You are lying on a single bed, panting and a little sweaty. A voice you don't recognize asks quite casually. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The last thing you remember is Minka flying at you, completely out of control. Your sense of time is all jumbled. You're not sure how long you've been unconscious and where you are. You're in a different place. It is well lit and overall there is a peaceful atmosphere. You remember that someone asked you a question. After talking, she continued to mind her own business. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lying down, you turn your head. In front of a mirror sits a busty Succubus, applies lotion and some kind of gels on her face. She's wearing a denim jumpsuit with straps that you normally wear with something underneath. Her face looks familiar, but you can't place it. Noticing your puzzled look at her, she turns to you and laughs lightly. Then she speaks in a calm and friendly voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Is there something on my face? Oh, if it's my outfit, you said it wouldn't be a problem. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You have a bit of a headache and still don't understand what happened, but you must have fainted and were taken to a place to rest. That is the most reasonable explanation. You sit up in bed and ask the Succubus, whose name you don't remember but looks familiar. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Immediately after you ask the question, you are again in shock. That... That wasn't your voice! You hold your throat and clear it. Even your cough sounds different. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Our cell? You're already sharing with someone else before you're even linked to your cell? But it doesn't look like your cell. You're very confused. That must be written all over your face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stand up with some difficulty and walk to the mirror. You let out a sudden and loud scream with the sight you see. That's not you! And the voice you're screaming with isn't yours! Your scream frightens Lucie and she shrieks, startled.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Immediately after you ask the question, you are again in shock. That... That wasn't your voice! You hold your throat and clear it. Even your cough sounds different. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie's watching you, looking confused. The fact that you are examining yourself more confused than she is seems to concern her a little. Meanwhile, you notice what you're wearing. These are not your clothes! A weird uneasiness creeps in. You stand up with some difficulty and walk to the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You stand up with some difficulty and walk to the mirror. You let out a sudden and loud scream with the sight you see. That's not you! And the voice you're screaming with isn't yours! Your scream frightens Lucie and she shrieks, startled. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Immediately after you ask the question, you are again in shock. That... That wasn't your voice! You hold your throat and clear it. Even your cough sounds different. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Mistress Summer? She made an announcement a few hours ago and left. I don't know where she is now. You know she doesn't hang around these parts. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She doesn't hang around these parts? Then where are you exactly? You want to ask a question, but you just stare with your hand in the air, looking confused. There's something else you wondered about first. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She seems surprised by your question. Were you supposed to know her? She answers anyway. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Cellmate? Before you're even linked to your cell, you're sharing it with someone else? But it doesn't look like your cell. That's when you realize what you're wearing. These aren't your clothes! A weird uneasiness creeps in. You stand up with some difficulty and walk to the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You stand up with some difficulty and walk to the mirror. You let out a sudden and loud scream with the sight you see. That's not you! And the voice you're screaming with isn't yours! Your scream frightens Lucie and she shrieks, startled. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Why are you screaming right in my ear! You scared me! What's the matter? Got a pimple? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You quickly move to the door and turn the handle, expecting to get out. But as the door doesn't budge, you hit your body against the door and confusedly you still try to unlock it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Gently squeeze and release. Take deep breaths while doing it. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You squeeze and release her big, soft tits gently. You really notice that you feel more relaxed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Now please answer my question. What is your name? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You have clearly seen that you are not you now. You remain speechless, unable to answer. Lucie hugs your head, with a sad little whimper. Her tits are in your face now. Meanwhile, she carefully examines your head with her fingers. Probably looking for a bump. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>You really have lost your memory! Oh, you too? And this early? I hope you didn't hit your head! I don't think they'd be concerned unless there's something to prevent you from producing Lust. But most likely it's a temporary memory loss. Don't worry, you'll be fine! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her concern and her words seem to indicate that she has encountered something like this before. There's still a lot you don't understand, but Lucie's attitude works for you. You could learn some things from her. After her hug is over, she tenderly caresses your cheek.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I'll help you as much as I can! During the day you're on your own, but in the evenings I can help you until you regain your memory.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> That's when you realize something. You have no idea whether she is telling the truth or not! Normally, by doing basically nothing, you would have an idea of the other side's intentions, and with a little bit of focus, you could get into their mind and get what you need. Your brain is so quiet. You are startled again with a gasp. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stand up out of breath. Right now the walls are closing in on you and you feel like you're going to have a breakdown even though you don't really want to. You need to calm down. You raise your hand slightly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you try to understand what's going on, you move to the bed. You feel a little tired, but otherwise you feel like you. You feel peaceful, though. Your head's pretty... Quiet.
You feel Lucie sitting next to you. Then she takes your hands and places them on her two exposed breasts.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You squeeze and release her big, soft tits gently. You really notice that you feel more relaxed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You have clearly seen that you are not you now. You remain speechless, unable to answer. Lucie hugs your head, with a sad little whimper. Her tits are in your face now. Meanwhile, she carefully examines your head with her fingers. Probably looking for a bump. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>You really have lost your memory! Oh, you too? And this early? I hope you didn't hit your head! I don't think they'd be concerned unless there's something to prevent you from producing Lust. But most likely it's a temporary memory loss. Don't worry, you'll be fine! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her concern and her words seem to indicate that she has encountered something like this before. There's still a lot you don't understand, but Lucie's attitude works for you. You could learn some things from her. After her hug is over, she tenderly caresses your cheek.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I'll help you as much as I can! During the day you're on your own, but in the evenings I can help you until you regain your memory.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> That's when you realize something. You have no idea whether she is telling the truth or not! Normally, by doing basically nothing, you would have an idea of the other side's intentions, and with a little bit of focus, you could get into their mind and get what you need. Your brain is so quiet. You are startled again with a gasp. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stand up out of breath. Right now the walls are closing in on you and you feel like you're going to have a breakdown even though you don't really want to. You need to calm down. You raise your hand slightly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You concentrate and try to summon your spirit animal but your black wolf is not forming. You feel that if you try a little more, it will come out, so you close your eyes and focus again. After a brief struggle, you realize, you did it! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes with a smile on your face but it fades again with the sight you see. On the floor, something like a mouse, but bigger and cuter, is looking at you. You look at your hands in confusion. Lucie intervenes with a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A chinchilla? Now the astonishment starts to wear off and you start to feel angry. Lucie takes you by the hand and leads you back to bed.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>It doesn't matter that you don't remember anything. Don't worry about that right now. I'll explain it to you! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're pretty stressed right now, but Lucie's friendliness is calming you down considerably. Still, when you think about the situation, you feel your throat tightening. You're trying to calm down again. If you're going to panic, you'd rather panic after listening to Lucie. Maybe there's still a rational explanation for all this. You look at Lucie with determination. Seeing this, Lucie seems ready too.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before that, she takes your hands again and places them on her breasts. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Please try to remain calm after hearing what I have to say. First of all, this is a gigantic... Well, dungeon. And you and I are slaves here. I don't know your arrival story, we never talked about it and we have been in the same cell for about a week by now. Our main goal is to produce Lust. That's the most important thing expected of us. Not to break the rules and to produce as much Lust as possible. Don't freak out, okay? You're okay right? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With her hand, she shows the cell you are in. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> And we're both pretty good at it. The better you perform, the better conditions you have here. But during the day, these things don't matter. You and I are just another slave. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Looking at it calmly, it is quite clear that this is a place in Lucy's dungeon. So you replaced a slave in this dungeon? Did you swap minds? You recall the last moment you remember. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Also, you seem to remember Mistress Summer! That's pretty good news! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You were looking at Minka flying at you, convinced you were going to die, while your sign was burning so hot that it was hurting you. Did Sun try to save you at the last moment? Or did you do it by accident? But it seems you couldn't bring your abilities or even your spirit animal with you.
If it was a two-way swap, is the owner of this body is in your body too? Your mind is full of questions, but you are feeling a little better. If you can find any Succubus you know, you can easily prove that you are $name and... Well, you're not sure about the rest.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't sit still. You just want to get out of here. It will be enough if they notice you, even if it means making a bit of a scene.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't sit still. You just want to get out of here. But as you just tried, the door is closed and Lucie says you can't get out. You just need to be noticed! </n3></b>
[[Ask Lucie How You Can Get Out|slaveFirstDay0]]
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<b><n3>Lucie looks at you with some compassion. You still can't remember where you saw her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You let go of Lucie's tits and suddenly stand up. You walk nervously and with some hope to the door and pull the handle with force. While you were expecting the door to open, it doesn't budge and you hit your body against the door. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Today is already over! Tomorrow morning you can go out, but it's not clear where you'll be going. You have to be ready for it and get enough rest! At least let me tell you what's going to happen! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're sitting back across from Lucie. She takes your hands and puts them on her tits again, looking a little annoyed.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Every morning, there is a different schedule for each slave and we are taken to a different cell, not knowing what to do. Maybe, on that day, you are required to produce as much Lust as you can, and thanks to a special Latex, you will be milked from morning till night that day. Or a sadistic Mistress might use you until she's satisfied and that's the end of your day. Maybe you'll end up running errands, get a little tired and go back to your cell.
We don't know about this schedule and we have to provide the best we can as we try to adapt to this chaos. And the more successful you are, the more luxurious a cell you will be in, with fewer slaves. We are among the few slaves who have the best living standards!</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her face wrinkles with worry and sorrow. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Why do you want to get out? If you want to get out of here, unfortunately it's not possible! When you enter here, you give them that right. It's not the same for everyone, but it is for the majority here.
And if you're thinking of being disobedient tomorrow, I don't recommend it at all. You've only been at this level for a week. I don't know how long you've been here before that and how long you've been struggling, but please don't throw it all away! You can go down very quickly and miss these days! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel tears in your eyes as you listen to Lucie. Nothing to do with what she said, but you want to cry. You don't know, you feel very mixed up. You have to panic a lot, but at the same time you feel relieved. You want your body back but... What a peace of mind! Sun and Moon were putting a lot of strain on your brain, even without talking. Maybe because of Sun's powers, you were passively feel too much. You don't know, but... Right now you just don't know.
[[💋 Start Kissing Her!]]
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<b><n3>Without thinking, you start kissing Lucie's lips passionately. Lucie responds with a small cry and immediately responds to your kisses. But you feel her hands gently pushing you away. You just want to lose yourself without thinking about anything. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You continue to squeeze her breast with one hand, while with the other hand you keep a strong grip on her chin. Then you gently lower the hand holding her chin to her crotch. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie, with a very loud moan, throws her whole body back. As she looks at you, panting, you realize that her legs are shaking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I can't Kyra! Today I've already edged myself many times. I always sleep at the edge to be ready for tomorrow! If I cum now, it'll affect my tomorrow's performance! I'm sorry! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With her legs still shaking, she stands up with difficulty. Then she laughs lightly. In the meantime, you learned the name of the Succubus of this body. Or your name... </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Your personality seems to have changed a bit. You were not rude, but you never showed such interest towards me. If you want, we can work together on my end-of-day preparations in the following days. But please forgive me for today.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Taking deep breaths, Lucie walks to the bathroom and washes her face with cold water. She must be really paying special attention to these things. It kind of scares you a little bit. Because if it takes this much effort to get to this level as a slave, you can slip down very quickly.
Suddenly another thought fills your brain more fiercely. Why worry about such things! You will try to return to your own body anyway. Ruining the hard work of one slave is no big deal! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You let go of Lucie's tits and hug her. You don't have anything on your mind. You just hug her because you want to. Your hug becomes tighter and tighter and you realize that you can't control your tears. Lucie hugs you back and caresses your head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Cry and relieve yourself. Don't worry, you'll be all right! If you've gotten this far, you have nothing to worry about! Please try to fit in here! Your instincts will tell you what to do! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After a couple minutes, you draw yourself back. You feel a little better now. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Oh by the way your name is Kyra! Perhaps it would have been better to let you remember such details on your own, but you need your name. Also, you still have a night's sleep to make the most of. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>🤝<b><c1> Lucie's Trust : +1</c1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie shows up a few minutes later, in cute pajamas. Meanwhile, she brushes her teeth and yawns with one arm in the air.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> And you should get ready for sleep. Tomorrow... Well, we don't know how it's going to be. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This view surprises you a bit. It's like you are in a dormitory room and your roommate is getting ready for bed. From day one, you never thought about the way this dungeon functions.
You knew it was huge and that it contained a lot of slaves, but you never thought about the conditions in which these slaves lived and how this whole system operated. You don't know the conditions of lower-level slaves, but Lucy must really have paid attention in every detail. You stand up slowly and walk to the bathroom. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter a bathroom that is well lit, that smells good and looks really nice. Honestly, it's nicer than your dormitory bathroom. Lucie walks in casually and rinses her mouth.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>When you came back to the cell today, you took a shower and went to bed early. So you can just brush your teeth. Tomorrow we have a few routine things to do before we're taken out. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie shows you where your toothbrush is and you... Brush your teeth. You feel pretty awkward. Lucie is quite relaxed, getting ready for bed as if she were at home and everything is normal. She looks at you when you come out of the bathroom. The cell has a huge double bed and two single beds. She stands next to the double bed, which looks very cozy, and talks.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>I've only been here with you for a week, but I've been here alone for much longer. When I asked, you said you'd sleep in the single bed and left me this bed. But, uh... Since you don't have your memories, I wanted to ask again. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks slightly embarrassed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Do you want to sleep in this bed with me, or do you want to continue sleep alone? Well... It both suits me... Whatever you want... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're not sure, but from the way she's acting and the fact that she's asking you again, it sounds like she'd rather you sleep with her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <cap>(If you choose to sleep beside her, you will learn much more about Lucie and many things. So more text...)</cap></n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie raises her shoulders in excitement and smiles brightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Oh, that's great! I changed the sheets today! What a wonderful coincidence! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Excitedly, she runs to the mirrored desk where you first saw her and grabs a freshener and generously sprays it on the bed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> It smells even better now! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You find her excitement a bit strange, but you don't mind it. You are more worried about what will happen tomorrow. There's so much you don't know. Lucie lies on one side of the huge bed and then starts stretching. This sight makes you smile slightly.
You sit calmly on the other side of the bed. You notice she's doing dynamic stretching. Summer explained it to you briefly once. This isn't really appropriate for pre-sleep, but it's better than nothing probably. You lie down on the bed without saying anything. You don't even have to cover yourself up. The cell is at the perfect temperature.
You try to relax on the bed with your eyes closed. Thoughts run through your mind very quickly, but you can't keep track of what you are thinking. A few minutes later, Lucie, panting, puts her head on the pillow. She speaks slowly with a sad voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Please don't do anything crazy tomorrow, Kyra. Please... At least until you regain your memory. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wonder why Lucie is so worried about this. She immediately realized that you lost your memory and it's clear that she don't want you to drop to a lower level. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie smiles slightly, as if trying to hide her disappointment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Okay. Uh... Sleep well, then. Make sure you get a decent rest... And... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She sounds worried and sad again. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> "And please don't do anything crazy tomorrow... At least until you get your memory back. Good Night! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie on your bed, worried. You are constantly distracted by the possibilities and it takes a while to focus on falling asleep. You have to escape from this situation on your own! You toss and turn for a while, but after a while fatigue takes over and you fall asleep. </n3></b>
[[Sleep|slaveDay1]]
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<b><n3> Lying there, you slowly turn your head towards her. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Why are you so worried about this? You said I'd only been here a week. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Because almost everyone who goes up here falls back down in a very short time. They can't stick to this level. Most of them got here because of lucky cell overlaps. But in general, they are not good enough to reach this level. So they fall back after a short time.
Among them, there was one who clearly deserved this level... A friend of mine... She one day, just like you, said she didn't feel well and went to sleep early. On the morning of the next day, she woke up with no memory. But she couldn't take it as calmly as you and freaked out. When I returned to the cell in the evening, she was gone. And I never saw her again. I don't even know what happened to her. I miss her so much...</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hear the quiet sobs she tries to suppress. After slowly wiping away a tear, she continues.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wake up to a loud noise coming from the door. You open your eyes tiredly and turn your head. A wheeled serving tray stands right in front of the door. Remembering that you are not in your own room, you quickly force yourself to get out of bed. Lucie is already awake, sitting in front of the make-up desk where you first saw her. You can tell from her voice that it's been a while since she woke up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You stand up and walk together towards the door. The tray contains one plate, one big bowl, two smaller bowls with covers and a piece of paper. At the top of the paper, you see that it says 246 in a large font. That must be the number of your cell. On the plate, there is a good-looking omelette, some vegetables and slice of whole grain bread, on the big bowl, there is an oatmeal breakfast with fruits. Lucie takes the paper and quickly reads it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Neither of us needs anal douching. No ass-play then. Okay... Okay... The rest is the same. Let's have a breakfast quickly! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She puts the paper down and pushes the wheeled tray towards a table. She places the plate and bowls on the table and goes to the bathroom to wash her hands. From the way she places the plates, it looks like she'll have the omelette and you'll have the oatmeal. You go to the bathroom and wash your hands too.
You approach the table as Lucie fills two huge glasses with water. You're still not sure which breakfast is yours. Lucie notices this and starts talking with a smile.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Oh! All the meals are prepared with a customized program for everyone. It's a system based on personal tastes, allergies and many other criteria that are out of your control. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly moves her hand to her upper chest. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She sits down at the table and looks at you with a smiling face as if she expects you to sit down too. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> This place is like heaven for me. Every morning you wake up with the excitement of not knowing what is going to happen. After doing your very best all day, you come to your cell in the evening and relax. Meanwhile, you try to be better than the others in the dungeon and the better you are, the more you are rewarded. Mystery and surprise, hard work and reward. I don't have burdensome responsibilities. During the day I just focus on the task I've been given. It's mostly things that make me pass out with pleasure. And in the evening I relax in my luxurious cell and prepare for the next day.
But... I don't want to be alone in my cell! This is actually not the highest level! We are second-level slaves. I've been repeatedly informed that I've been promoted to the first level, but I've always refused. Because at the first level, you stay in a private cell just for you. Apparently, there are some who prefer to be alone. But I don't want that!</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns her head and looks at you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Maybe you got up here by luck and would fall even if you hadn't lost your memories. But I think you're capable of sticking around for a long time! Maybe you will even qualify for the highest level and leave me alone for another reason.
When you first arrived, you said you don't mind listening to me, although you're not very talkative. That's more than enough for me right now. Also, it's partly because I'm a bit spoiled. I could drop down to the third level and stop being lonely. But I want to live with these opportunities and with talented Succubuses like you! As if we were roommates in some... Academy! I have always envied such a life... I talked too much again. I got in trouble for this in my former place... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After her final words, suddenly a light bulb turns on in your head. You were sure you had seen Lucie before, but you couldn't remember where she was. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly you remember where you saw Lucie. You saw her in the courtyard at Jupiter Dormitory when she challenged Headmistress Brittany to a Lust duel.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you were witnessing the scene, you thought she was a Jupiter Dormitory member, but later you learned that the final punishment for some expelled members of The Center was to have a Lust duel with Brittany. This allowed them to try new things on Brittany and test different methods they could use against her.
Meanwhile, they didn't care what happened to the ex-member. Felicia said that it was forced on them, so you would expect Lucy to make her one of the regular members, but she has become one of the slaves. Maybe Lucie herself wanted to be a slave here. You have no intention of showing that you know something about this. You are already tired and worried. Without elaborating, you just want to fall asleep.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sit at the table. You don't feel very hungry yet, but the smell of the omelette has tickled your appetite a little. You both start eating your breakfast. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She puts her hand on her belly and caresses it gently. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Digestion and gut health. With an upset stomach, you can't even give half your normal performance. That's why, in this dungeon, it's a very important thing. You don't need to romanticize it. It's nothing more than the attention given to a milk cow. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod slowly and continue with your breakfast. What she is saying makes quite sense to you. And what you're eating is pretty tasty. Suddenly, the bowl with the closed lid on the table catches your attention. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You slowly open the lid and see that it's full of different colored pills. Your astonishment makes Lucie laugh. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Vitamins pills that you need to take daily. These are prepared based on a blood test and the slave's current condition and future needs. But since I've been here, I've only been tested once, so it's not something that happens very often. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>And now you know why Lucie filled that huge glass of water. You don't pay half as much care to yourself in the academy. You finish your breakfast with confused feelings. After finishing her plate, Lucie takes the small bowl, pours half the pills into her mouth and swallows them all with a big sip of water. Then she does the same with the remaining pills and exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a rough few minutes, you swallowed all your pills. Lucie made it look easy, but taking this many pills was much harder than you thought. She looks very happy and energetic. After yawning peacefully, she looks at you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This question brings you back to yourself. Your whole experience so far has been like a vacation in a luxury hotel. You shake your head negatively at Lucie.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>I see... We will be taken within an hour at most. Ready yourself! According to the paper, it probably won't be anything difficult. Let yourself savor the pleasure! Also, a bad performance won't lower you down immediately. An outburst, on the other hand, can immediately demote you. Oh! By the way, we are taken naked. We are usually wrapped in Latex. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The excitement and stress returns. You start nervously waiting to be taken out, naked. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>About half an hour later, there is a knock on the door. Then a Succubus covered in Latex walks in with two of the wheeled platforms with metal pipes.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Before you're both covered in Latex and taken away, Lucie whispers one last thing to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your vision is blocked and you can hardly breathe. But you can still feel the platform moving. Your first day in a slave body has begun. You're being taken to a cell. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a short time, you feel that you are entering another cell. While your hands and feet are still bound with metal, you are taken down to the ground. Your eyes and mouth are still shut, but you can vaguely feel that there is someone else in the cell. She sits on the floor like you. Probably another slave. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then suddenly you feel your eyes and mouth open. Just as you predicted, a slave like you sits before you. There are only two of you in the room. After a short breathing pause, she speaks. </n3></b>
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<b> <ella>"We'll probably compete against each other. Depending on the punishment, I might lose on purpose."</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't think you'll get a chance to talk for long. So you ask something that she might know and that you are wondering about. </n3></b>
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<b><ella>"Uhm... Returning to your cell early and, I suppose, increasing your level rating? There is usually no special reward."</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Succubus who brought you enters the room. Then she reaches out and lifts you both into the air. Now that they've been given Latex control, this kind of thing must be becoming normal.
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<b><n3>She answers your question in a confident tone. </n3></b>
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<b> <ella> "A punishment by any Mistress. If I'm just going to be milked for my Lust for a few hours here alone, I don't need it. But I would sacrifice a lot to be punished by a ruthless Mistress especially." </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hear a quiet chuckle that turns into a laugh. Your question could only make her laugh. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can see that she is a bit hesitant about whether to answer this question or not. Nevertheless, after a short wait, she decides to speak. </n3></b>
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<b> <ella>"I've just made it to level three... So I'm at a point where I can sacrifice some of my score."</ella></b></div>\
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But as you both are in the air, suddenly you fall on your ass. Falling to one knee, gasping for breath, you realize that she doesn't have enough Latex control to lift the two of you. Then she stands up with difficulty and unlocks the metal on both your feet.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She walks you both to the center of the room and ties you to the ceiling so that you are back to back. After your eyes and mouth are covered again, you feel another layer covering you. Before you know it, your whole body starts convulsing. This must be Pleasure Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"It's very simple. Whoever produces the most Lust at the end of the day, returns to her cell. The other one will be our guest here a little longer." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she turns on the vibrator you didn't even realize when it was attached and leaves the room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>With loud moans, the first day's challenge begins. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't think about anything. You feel uncomfortable, but at the same time it's amazing! The vibrator on your pussy ties it all together as your whole body burns with pleasure. You're having your first orgasm. Your legs feel so weak. If you weren't tied by your hands, you'd have collapsed long ago. When you were brought to this cell, you thought you would formulate a plan according to the circumstances and try something, but now you don't even remember your name.</n3></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There is no one who can help you and you don't have the ability to adapt to situations as easily as you used to. You're simply weak! You're having your second or third orgasm. You've already lost count. Maybe it's four. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can remember that another slave is tied up behind you because her thrusting hips keep bumping into you. Just from the sound and the movements you can feel, it seems like she's struggling a bit more. But your brain can only think of her momentarily. You don't know how long you'll be here or how long you've been here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's been hours since you've been tied up. You came dozens of times. Blindfold is soaked with tears and you are drooling on the floor. Your neck and limbs are contracting much more sharply. Your throat hurts from moaning. A small lake has formed underneath you, made up of your various fluids, and sometimes you slip. If someone unties you and says you've been here for three days, you have no choice but to believe them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly, the vibrator stops, a few layers of Latex lifts off and your arms are untied. You fall to the ground like a corpse. Your whole body is still trembling violently. You feel a little queasy, but you don't feel sick. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a kiss on your lips. This kiss itself makes you cum once more. But you crave more. You need it, in fact. After hours of this torment, you need some compassion. With your eyes still closed, your lips wander around searching for more. You desperately kissing the air. Meanwhile, the other slave, pinned to the wall, begins the continuation of her torture. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a short time, you are gently lifted by the arm and fixed to the platform from which you were brought here. You feel a caress on your cheek and push yourself forward with a plaintive moan. You want to be kissed, caressed, hugged! But you only hear a cynical laugh. Then you start to be moved to your own cell.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you get to the door of your cell, you are untied from the platform and pushed into your cell completely naked. You throw yourself on a single bed with your feet on the floor and you just breathe. Lucie probably isn't back yet. A few minutes later, the door opens loudly and Lucie enters. She looks a mess. Her makeup is completely ruined, her hair is disheveled and her body is still trembling.
Looking up at her, you laugh tiredly. Lucie lies down on the floor and starts laughing too. You both laugh for a few minutes, neither of you knowing why. When you got back to your cell, you didn't feel so good. But right now you're feeling very light. You are above the clouds, covered in peace. You want a nice hot shower and some food. Lucie gets up on her knees.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your feet move on their own. You would like that. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You both rinse yourselves off with hot water and start soaping your bodies. You were wondering if something spicy would happen between you, but you are both tired and hungry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You think a little bit. You have cum many times, tied up somewhere, with another slave right behind you. You are a little surprised by this, but you really have only one answer.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>It wasn't that bad... I guess? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie giggles and both of you continue talking about the day. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Finally, you rinse your body thoroughly and end your shower. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After drying off, you put on some clean clothes. Lucie seems to prefer standing in her bathrobe. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> Our food should arrive soon. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After a short while, your meal arrives. As you eat, you replay the day in your head. Is there an opening you can use? You raise your head and talk. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> I need to somehow... I need to speak to someone high-ranking in this dungeon! </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie puts down her spoon and thinks for a moment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> In a few days the ceremony of being chosen by Latex for slaves will start. I mean, I don't know the details, but maybe you can meet Mistress Lucy. Uhh... Mistress Lucy is the highest authority in this dungeon. You might even say she owns here. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your mouth remains open with your eyes shining. Of course! Once Lucy's rested, she'll start sharing the Latex with the slaves here. But after how many days?</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Uh... When will this ceremony start? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are getting quite excited. Because you haven't even managed to get an opening on a day that's supposed to be easy. And you realize that if you act rebellious, there's no chance Lucy or Summer will hear about it. You'll be punished like any slave.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>This relief makes you a little uncomfortable. What guarantee is there that there will be an opening in that ritual? You'll probably be tied up all the way. While you are lost in thought, Lucie asks in a somewhat shy voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> Well, about an hour after I eat, I start my preparations for the next day. I must say your enthusiasm from yesterday has gotten me excited. You'd like to join me, wouldn't you? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Yesterday, after you started kissing her without thinking, she apologized and asked to continue tomorrow. You have to pass the time somehow. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Yes, I'd like to join. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie smiles and walks over to the bed, lies on her back and closes her eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she closes her eyes and, according to her breathing, falls asleep in a few minutes. It is clear that she is living in a routine-oriented manner. Seeing her sleeping peacefully stirs a little jealousy in you. There should be no unnecessary and worrying thoughts in her head.
Being able to fall asleep within a short period of time is something you almost always fail at. If you can fall sleep between fifteen minutes to half an hour, that's pretty decent for you. How can she be this happy and peaceful in this kind of life? She is literally a slave! At these moments you would hear a comment in your brain, but you are alone in your brain.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> I usually prepare in the evening, to get ready for the next day. Umm... By edging myself. You can join me if you like. What will happen is uncertain, but keeping yourself on the edge is often a huge advantage. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You have nothing to do anyway. Even though you're tired from today, you still feel horny. You can give it a try. Lucie smiles and walks over to the bed, lies on her back and closes her eyes.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she closes her eyes and, according to her breathing, falls asleep in a few minutes. It is clear that she is living in a routine-oriented manner. Seeing her sleeping peacefully stirs a little jealousy in you. There should be no unnecessary and worrying thoughts in her head.
Being able to fall asleep within a short period of time is something you almost always fail at. If you can fall sleep between fifteen minutes to half an hour, that's pretty decent for you. How can she be this happy and peaceful in this kind of life? She is literally a slave! At these moments you would hear a comment in your brain, but you are alone in your brain.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With your eyebrows furrowed in thought, you suddenly stand up and lie down on the single bed. You lift your head slightly and look at how she is lying down. She's lying on her back, flat! Her hands clasped over her belly. You always sleep turning to the right or left. You habitually turn in one way or the other. How can she sleep like that!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With your eyebrows furrowed in thought, you suddenly stand up and lie down on next to her. Trying not to disturb her, you turn your head slightly to see how she is lying down. She's lying on her back, flat! Her hands clasped over her belly. You always sleep turning to the right or left. You habitually turn in one way or the other. How can she sleep like that!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Still, you give lying on your back a chance. Maybe you'll get used to it faster than you think. It's enough to feel even a small fragment of her comfort. This absurd thought still feels worth a try. You put your hands on your belly and close your eyes. Summer's scolding voice echoes in your brain.
Thanks to her scolding, you realize that you are breathing shallowly. When you realize this kind of things, you inevitably hear her voice in your brain. You take a deep breath in slowly and out. That's when you realize how stiff your body is. As you continue to breathe deeply, a thought that you have been avoiding since yesterday appears as if it has found a chance to emerge.
What if you can't return to your body for a long time? What if you never can? Is this really the end of the world? Reflexively, you want to say, "Of course it's the end of the world!" but... You just don't know. You feel it's too early to jump to conclusions. And that's the problem. It shouldn't be something you have to think about and decide. Getting back into your body, no matter what, should be the answer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wake up to a gentle hold of your hand. Lucie is standing by your side, looking at you with sleepy eyes. She smiles slightly when she sees you opening your eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You really could fall asleep. You sit up slowly. Lucie is still in her robe. Maybe that's why she's not dressed. You'll join Lucie's next-day prep routine. So you'll probably make out. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She offers her hand and you stand up. She smells quite pleasant. Without letting go of your hand, she unties her robe as she walks you to the double bed. She neatly folds the quilt on the bed and put it aside, leaving plenty space for you two. When she bends over, you stare at her huge tits hanging down. She straightens up with a smile on her face and turns to you after a quick look around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Being careful not to disturb you, she neatly folds the quilt on the bed and put it aside, leaving plenty space for you two. When she bends over, you stare at her huge tits hanging down. She straightens up with a smile on her face and turns to you after a quick look around. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> Everything seems to be okay! Since I do it on my own normally, I have a certain routine, but I don't want to bore you. I don't usually focus on my breasts, both because they are extremely sensitive and also because it involves my technique. I focus mainly on the lower sides. So, please don't focus on my tits except at the beginning.
In fact, repeated orgasms also have an arousing effect. But since the main goal is usually to produce Lust, repeated edge is much more effective. You can cum if you want, but I don't want to. I have a few toys, but usually my imagination is my biggest toy.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can see the cute excitement on her. She is not very sure what to do. Maybe she feels uncomfortable that her regular routine will be disrupted. But it is clear that she is excited. There's no point in thinking too much. You take her hand and sit her down next to you. Then you move your lips closer. You want to move slowly. So you start teasing her lips with little smooches. With soft moans, Lucie presses her lips to yours. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The fact that she doesn't usually work with her tits makes you want to play with them. You put one hand on her thigh first and slowly move it up to her breast. You don't know whether she'll stop you or not, but your hand keeps moving. With your hand you draw a few semicircles around her breast. She seems even more aroused that you didn't touch her right away.
Suddenly she grabs your hand fiercely and presses it to her tits. Now your kissing just got a lot more heated. You both use your tongue and touch each other's body lustfully. Up to now you have been moving in a more teasy way, but now you want to take control gradually. As things stand, you want to push Lucie to her limits...
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<b><n3> You take Lucie by the chin and, after placing a wet kiss on her puckered lips, you push her back slowly. She lies down on the bed without any resistance. You are both panting and you notice that Lucie's body is contracting slightly. She seems much closer to orgasm than you are. You're not gonna let it end this fast.
You spread her legs and expose her immaculate pussy. Gently bring your lips to her clitoris, which protrudes like a nipple, you give a gentle stroke with your tongue. Lucie reacts much more than you expected. With a smile on your face, you vacuum her clit and pull it up. Lucie lets out her first loud moan. She tries to push you away with her hand but you grab her wrist and continue to play with her clit.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> I'm getting closer... Please slow down! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's a bit annoying that she's already telling you to slow down. You want this to last longer, maybe you can allow her a little pause for breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You lie next to Lucie. You can give her some time cool down. You stick out your tongue and give a sensual command. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Clean my tongue! Get a taste of your pussy juice! </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie quickly straightens up with a slight giggle. Then she starts sucking on your tongue up and down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Meanwhile, you reach out and touch her hanging tits and give her nipple a little flick. You love it when these small actions have such a big effect on her. A thought arises in your mind as to whether you are going to finish this day without making her cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After she's calmed down enough, you bring her back to her previous position. If she wants you to be gentle, you'll adjust to it. At least for now. You want to make her beg. You want her to swoon for you to speed up and go harder. You keep caressing her clit with the tip of your tongue. The taste of her soaking pussy arouses you even more.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's moans take on a plaintive tone. You can already feel how close she. There are two paths you can follow here. Either you can encourage her to cum, or you can tell her to deny it. Either way, you're sure that she'll cum in the end and she'll have a hard time. Still, putting a little pressure on her sounds good.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You insert two fingers all the way into her hungry pussy. Without moving your fingers, you begin to speak. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> You want to cum, don't you? Forget about tomorrow and let's turn this into a contest to see how many times you can orgasm. What do you say?</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie thinks for a short while with deep breathing. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> But then I might not be able to produce enough Lust for tomorrow. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You slowly move your fingers in and out. With each stroke, her face contracts a little more. Shortly after, her hip movements synchronize with your movements. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Are you sure? You said you'd get hornier if you cum over and over. Wouldn't that balance things out? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Since you will clearly break her routine, you have chosen a more mild approach. Her answer will not affect you anyway. But as she gets hornier, you can feel her gradually handing over control to you.
You put your fingers all the way in again. You want her first orgasm to be from inside, from her G-spot! Without moving your hand, you slowly start stimulating that tender spot with your fingers.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly you slow down your strokes. Lucie notices this change and lifts her head slightly to glance at you. You sense a slight disappointment in her look. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> You said you shouldn't cum, right? We're entering the edging phase now. No matter what, you will not cum! And I'm gonna help you with that. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You give her a slap on the pussy. She lets out a shrill scream. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>"Still, I have to push you to your limits for it to be effective tomorrow, don't I? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie nods her head in agreement, a little reluctantly. You lean your face closer to hers. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> If ask me for permission to cum, I will spank you anywhere I want! If you like pain, you can use this strategically!</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie nods her head in agreement, a little reluctantly. You lean your face closer to hers. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>If ask me for permission to cum, I will spank you anywhere I want! If you like pain, you can use this strategically! </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your tone and expression gets serious. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>But if you cum! Especially without my permission... </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie shakes her head negatively. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I will not cum! Please don't let me cum! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>he escalation was so rapid that you both forgot that you were actually two slaves living together. And you liked that she didn't resist. As a small reward, you give her a few little kisses on the lips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're accelerating your fingering. As you speed up, her moans get louder. Now you are aware that she is on the verge of her first orgasm. Your fingers getting a little tired. You get on your knees and stop using your finger strength to stimulate her. Keeping your fingers still, you continue using your elbow and shoulder, only move up and down. Lucie reacts immediately to this sudden shift in intensity. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your gaze to Lucie, who is writhing in pleasure. You want to see her orgasm face! You want to witness all her transitions, moment by moment. As you continue to stare at her, Lucie's rapid fluttering suddenly turns into a tense stretch. Without being able to make a sound, without being able to react to your hand, for a few seconds, she lifts her belly and hips higher and higher. It's the moment you've been waiting for!
After this brief moment, she slams her hips violently against the bed and starts to cum, unable to control her voice. Her hips, which a moment ago couldn't even move, are now madly dancing up and down. Her eyes are closed, her face is completely tense and she is moaning with shrill screams. These moans even sound like crying to you.
It's only the first orgasm! While you're wondering how many more times you can make her cum, Lucie suddenly swings her legs back and throws herself to the floor with a clumsy flip. Her lower body is still contracting. And you realize that she is really crying. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She quickly wipes her tears, but her sobs haven't subsided yet. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> I'm really sorry! I can't allow more than that! I'm sorry... I think it's better not to do this together. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands up rather awkwardly and walks to the bathroom. You thought she'd give herself over to pleasure completely. You turn your head to the bed. It's drenched, just like the hand you fingered her with. In the heat of the moment, you didn't realize her squirting. You look at the two fingers that were just inside her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>First, you lick your fingertip slowly. The smell and taste that overwhelms all your senses tells you to stick them all the way in. While you're enjoying Lucie's juices, she comes out of the bathroom. She seems to have recovered after washing her face. After you hear her giggle softly, you turn your head to her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> My crying wasn't about you. Sometimes I can't control my tears in intense moments. And like, since I am used to do this alone, I have always been in control of the tempo. So, this felt a little bit different. I have a different mindset in the daytime and in the evening. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're still pretty horny, but you don't feel you've deserved to cum. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> You said that a bad performance won't drop you right away. Then what are you afraid of? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie wraps herself in her robe on the floor. She seems hesitant to answer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> It's not just about me... Never mind. I'll try to get used to it. Maybe... No, I don't want to sacrifice tomorrow's performance for the night's fun. Ugh! I don't know. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She speaks quite erratically. You have no intention of pushing her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> But that's not too bad. I'm still fairly horny and since I haven't given myself any more, I should be fine tomorrow. Maybe I'll play with myself a little more before I go to bed. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel like she's making an explanation, both to you and to herself. You didn't think she was this obsessive about it. In fact, she had no trouble letting you be in control.
You don't have much to do. After cleaning the bed, you pass some time, get ready for bed and go to sleep. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You slowly get out of bed. Lucie's reaction didn't evoke much in you, positive or negative. Normally in a situation like this, you could use Sun's powers to make things go your way. Shortly afterwards Lucie comes out of the bathroom. She seems to have recovered after washing her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> My crying wasn't about you. Sometimes I can't control my tears in intense moments. And like, since I am used to do this alone, I have always been in control of the tempo. So, this felt a little bit different. I have a different mindset in the daytime and in the evening. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're still pretty horny, but you don't feel you've deserved to cum. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> You said that a bad performance won't drop you right away. Then what are you afraid of? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie wraps herself in her robe on the floor. She seems hesitant to answer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> It's not just about me... Never mind. I'll try to get used to it. Maybe... No, I don't want to sacrifice tomorrow's performance for the night's fun. Ugh! I don't know. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She speaks quite erratically. You have no intention of pushing her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> But that's not too bad. I'm still fairly horny and since I haven't given myself any more, I should be fine tomorrow. Maybe I'll play with myself a little more before I go to bed. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel like she's making an explanation, both to you and to herself. You didn't think she was this obsessive about it. In fact, she had no trouble letting you be in control.
You don't have much to do. After cleaning the bed, you pass some time, get ready for bed and go to sleep. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wake up to the sound of the door. The tray left inside contains your breakfasts, two small bowls and a piece of paper, the same as yesterday. Lucie takes the paper and reads it with a smiling face, but her smile quickly fades. She turns to you with a nervous expression, forgetting even to say good morning. You are still in bed, staring at her, your eyes barely open. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She places the paper on the tray and carries it to the side of the table. Then she nervously walks to the bathroom. You get up and examine the paper. The only difference from yesterday's paper is that it says anal douching is required. A few minutes later, you are both at the breakfast table, ready to eat. You ask without waiting.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Why today might be difficult?</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie takes a sip of water. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>These are often the days when slaves start to fall from the top. Today you have to be very careful and give your best! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she dives into her breakfast. This answer did not satisfy you at all. On the contrary, it made you even more worried. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Okay, but you have to tell me why. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie swallows her food with difficulty. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> You must have looked at the paper. There's a possibility of anal play today. And if it doesn't happen on day duty, it means it'll happen in punishment... You have to do your best to avoid punishment! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After quickly finishing her plate, she swallows her pills even faster than yesterday and gets up. You can see that she has a lot on her mind.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Sorry for worrying you. It's just... It'll be the same again. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After about an hour, you are waiting to be taken out, with all the necessary things done. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You just stick a finger in and slowly start licking her clit. Although you give her time to calm down, she seems to have reached the edge right back. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>What is it? Are you going to cum? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, Lucie answers with difficulty. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> No! Never! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You want to speed up and make her cum in ecstasy, but you resist the urge. Her pussy tastes better and better as you lick it. The Lust she emits gets richer and more stimulating. Even though you've been keeping her on the edge for a while, she's not likely to start begging you to make her cum.
You didn't think it would turn out like this. Still, you haven't given up hope yet. You're not gonna make her come until she begs you to. And you'll do your best to make her beg. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You bring your breasts over hers and start rubbing your nipples against each other. Lucie closes her eyes and writhes slowly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> Please move elsewhere! I'm not used to controlling this! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You notice that her nipples in especially sensitive. And being gentle with them seems to be making it even harder for Lucie. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> You'll get some practice! Control yourself! </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You turn your body around so your tits are in her face and you start sucking on her big tits. Lucie, with her writhing body, moves her lips to your nipple. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A strange sensation begins to form on your lips. It's like they're relaxing and going numb. Are her tits absorbing your Lust? Lucie starts to speak in a somewhat tearful voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> No! Please! Please not my tits! Please! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lift your body off of her. She exhales a deep breath of relief. A little embarrassed, she sits up on the bed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> My breasts are where I practice my technique and it involves ejaculation in the first place. This is not something I can practice. I'm sorry. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly gets out of bed, picks up her robe from the floor and goes to the bathroom. She told you not to play with her tits, but you didn't expect this reaction. She looked like she'd just given you complete control.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You've been keeping her on edge for minutes. You can see she's highly experienced in controlling her orgasm. Even though she's enjoying herself and she's close to an orgasm she is able to restrain herself from that point of no return. And she didn't even mention it once, let alone beg you to make her cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You lift your head. Your lip is almost swollen from her Lust. It didn't happen the way you expected. Lucie sits up in bed and starts kissing you. Your lips are like fire and so sensitive. Your moans quickly escalate and you realize that you're cumming!
You cannot continue the kissing and you collapse on the bed, trembling violently. It was a massive orgasm that lasted almost a minute. As you try to recover, you notice that Lucie is watching you with extremely horny eyes. With deep breaths to calm herself, she gets up gently and walks slowly to the bathroom. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a few minutes, you sit up in bed. Then Lucie comes in, having washed her face and calmed down, sits back on the bed. She laughs softly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> I didn't expect you to be the one who came. I'm sorry. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You smile too. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>It's okay. I don't care nearly as much as you do. And frankly, I didn't expect it either. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She smiles warmly. Lowers her gaze with a slight embarrassment and begins to speak. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> Thank you... For respecting my routine. You were so well balanced that I didn't have to say anything. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Actually, you tried to push her a few times, but she took it quite easily. After a little chat, you clean the bed together and pass the time until bedtime.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a short while she comes out of the bathroom. She's wrapped in her robe, looking embarrassed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie3.jpg"><b><lucie> I think it's better if I continue this on my own. I am in a very different mentality during the day and in the evening. If I am not prepared for the next day the way I want to be, it will affect me negatively. I'm sorry. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There is no space to blame her here, since she warned you specifically about her tits. You nod approvingly and respect her decision. There is not much to do for the rest of the day. You spend some time, then you get ready for bed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are fixed to the platform and start on your way to a cell. Lucie's behavior has got you quite worried. You shouldn't get punished, but you don't know the real reason for it. Maybe you can't escape punishment even if you want to. You don't know anything yet. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are placed in a cell. A much smaller cell than yesterday. And this time it feels like you're alone. The mask is removed from your face and you take a deep breath. The Succubus who brought you is frowning and looking at you with a slightly pitying expression.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then you are left alone in this small cell. You look around as much as you can. It feels like a small medical examination room. There's a bed that looks like a stretcher and a myriad of tools on shelves. The fear of the unknown begins to alternate with the fear of a terrifying prospect. You want to get out of here but with this paralyzing Latex coating you, even moving is impossible. Shortly after, the door opens and someone enters.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A Succubus enters, her face completely covered by a Latex mask. She approaches you slightly and puts her hands on her chin to look at you. Even if you can't see her real expression, her body language seems to show that she finds you... Adorable? This feels you even more like a test subject. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> On her mask, eye, nose and mouth holes form. She slowly removes the gag from her mouth and coughs violently, as if out of breath. Then she laughs in a way that strikes fear into you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your breathing gets faster. You're frightened, but you can't move a muscle. Your vision blocks from the Latex that's covering you completely. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are lying down. Your vision is still blocked and you can barely breathe. But it's not paralyzing Latex. You can move, but... You can't? You can't move because of the pressure. You can only squirm like a worm. And that doesn't make much sense when you can breathe that little. That frightening voice appears. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Focus on my voice! That's the only thing you can hold on to. I expect some things from you in the coming period. I need to test what you're really made of."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You writhe, with screams too tiny to be heard. You don't even have enough air to cry.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The only thing you can breathe through is a small tube in your mouth. And this tube allows very little air in. You sense a movement at the end of this tube and suddenly you feel something that makes your instincts go crazy. You can't breathe! Not even a little bit! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>All you can feel are two hands caressing your face and throat. You want to tear the bed you're in and get out, but you are aware that you can't. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your stamina is diminishing. Both your body and your mind. The hands that caress your head and throat carry an incredible compassion. Inside your mind, you beg these hands. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Relax... Calm down... You're safe. I won't leave you in the arms of the other side. We just need to see your true form."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're at your limit now. Your throat burns, your eyes sting, your whole body trembles. Suddenly you feel air filling your lungs. Those caring hands really didn't abandon you. Finally some air! How soothing! In a half-conscious state, your mind is thanking her. You feel happy... But please not again! </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"How easy it is to breathe, isn't it? But you can breathe at the same level as at the beginning. We will do it again. Prepare yourself!"</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start to squirm like crazy. With plaintive moans, you hope to convince her. Caring hands gently pet you.</n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Shhhh... It's going to happen. Trying to escape will only make things harder."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The end of the tube closes again. This time you wait a little more calmly. Still, your body is straining. It's a disgusting sensation!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Caring hands allow it and you can breathe again. You don't know how many times this has happened. All you know is that you want it to end. You're dizzy as hell. You feel a little nauseous and your thoughts... You can't even feel your thoughts. You are just a primitive consciousness waiting for the breathing space. The only thing you have that's worth living for is that small gap where you can breathe... And the hands that caress you.</n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Now we are going to do something a little different. I'm going to seal the end of the tube almost completely and leave you for a while. For a few hours."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>What you hear shocks you. No breathing spaces? No hands caressing you? You can't endure this! The air you can breathe is decreasing again. But this time it doesn't completely cease. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Hands leave your face and you hear the cell door being opened and closed. You really are alone in this position. You breathe so hardly that your lungs still burn. Not to mention your dizziness and nausea, which have been going on for a long time. You try to fight a few times, but it's no use. There's no way out of here on your own. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A long time passed. You fell asleep and woke up a few times. Your consciousness, the only thing you have left, is slipping away. She said she wouldn't abandon you to die! Suddenly you are jolted awake by the sound of the door. You're flailing around in a frenzy of excitement. Finally, this torture ends! Two hands wander over your face. If you had enough air, you'd be humming with joy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Caring hands unlock the end of the tube. You take that deep breath that brings you back to life. It seems unreal to you that you can hardly breathe at first. But how easily you can breathe now. Also, you can think again.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Thoughts start flooding your brain. You're glad she's back, but angry because she left you. And at the same time a little sad. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel so many things. And you don't know what to do. You are excited but you cannot determine the emotion that accompanies it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't stop feeling happy. Even if you get out of this bed, you want those hands to love you some more! You want compassion!
[[You Feel Happy!]]
With the sorrow that follows relief, you don't know how long you can hold yourself. Between those hands, you want to let it all out without holding back.
[[You Feel Sad!]]
You feel betrayed. You should have spent this difficult period between those hands. Even though she didn't let you die, you're seething inside. In the time she left you, perhaps she was touching other slaves!
[[You Feel Angry!]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're taken out of the Latex bed that's trapped your body. Before you even breathe, the first thing you do is look for those hands. Your eyes still haven't adjusted to the light, but you can sense those hands. You immediately grab them and start rubbing your face with relish. She giggles with delight. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"What a great fit for the first level! So you liked my hands?"</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly withdraws one of her hands and writes something on her little notebook. You're even jealous of the pen she's holding. Your resistance to her hands gets weaker and weaker as time passes.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Slowly she pulls her other hand away too. While you stare admiringly at her hands in the air, she slaps you on both cheeks at the same time with moderate force. You feel like you've woken up from a sleep. Your first reaction is to take as many deep breaths as you can. You've only just realized how starved of oxygen your body is. And it's not a pleasant feeling. You didn't even realize you were under the influence of her hands. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"You definitely deserve an increase in rating! You want attention! You want compassion and love. I could make you experience punishment without losing any points, but I don't know if that would be a favor to you, Kyra! Return to your cell early and get a good rest!"</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She approaches you and kisses you on the cheek. You don't know how to feel. You're downright embarrassed. Maybe it's because you've always prepared yourself to see only harshness and humiliation. Her attitude surprised you. As she prepares to leave the cell, she suddenly turns around. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Let me place you on the platform! Someone else will probably handle it carelessly."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>he reaches out her hand and gently lifts you up. Then with extraordinary delicacy, she secures you to the platform. When she is about to place the mask on your face, stops and leaves your face exposed. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"You've had enough today. Breathe as you wish. "</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She places a sensual kiss on your lips. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"You can't imagine how badly things can end up! If I knew you could withstand my true desires, I would snatch you and be with you for days!"</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she puts her gag into her mouth and covers the holes in her mask. As you watch her walk out the door, you don't even remember that you are not actually a slave here. </n3></b>
[[Return To Your Cell|slaveDay2(8)]]
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<b><n3> You're taken out of the Latex bed that's trapped your body. You lean your face against the hands you have been longing for and tears start to fall. For a few minutes your sobs are the only thing heard in the small cell. The hands that caress your face are truly full of kindness.
As your crying subsides, she puts both hands on your cheek and gives you two very slow slaps at the same time. You feel like you've woken up from a sleep. Your first reaction is to take as many deep breaths as you can. You've only just realized how starved of oxygen your body is. And it's not a pleasant feeling. You didn't even realize you were under the influence of her hands. Unexpectedly, her voice is tearful too. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"I need to take some notes. In the meantime, rest and breathe."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She sniffs and starts writing something in her small notebook. As she puts down the pen, she looks at you through a mask with only a mouth cavity.</n3></b>
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<b><cr>"I'm not sure what I should do. A crying like this one is usually not the outcome. Increasing your score is probably the most useful way to go. You won't get a punishment. I could have let you experience the punishment without losing points but..."</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She covers her face with her hand and tries to hold herself back. You can see that she is on the verge of crying. Suddenly, your wrists and ankles are restrained with Latex cuffs. Then she runs out of the room, unable to suppress her crying. You couldn't even understand why she was so affected by that.
When you are left alone in the cell, you look at the handcuffs. The ones on your ankles are tight, but you can force the one on your wrists off, even if it hurts a little.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're taken out of the Latex bed that's trapped your body. In a tearful rage, you stretch in your seat and jump on her. She raises one hand and freezes you in mid-air. Immediately afterward, the ends of the Latex bed grab you by the wrists. You struggle to break free, but it's not possible. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>You said you wouldn't leave me! I was alone without you! </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> While you started crying in anger, she approaches and gives you two slaps on both cheeks at the same time. You feel like you've woken up from a sleep. Your first reaction is to take as many deep breaths as you can. You've only just realized how starved of oxygen your body is. And it's not a pleasant feeling. You didn't even realize you were under the influence of her hands. She speaks briefly in a serious voice. </n3></b>
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<b><cr>"Go back to your cell and rest. You did well!"</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your wrists and ankles are tied with Latex handcuffs and you are left alone in the cell for a while. You examine the cuffs to see if you can unlock them, but it doesn't seem possible. Your lungs still burning slightly, but you feel much better. You look around. Maybe you can find something sharp and fight. But there's no way you can walk in these cuffs. Even crawling would be a challenge.
Besides the fact that you don't have any technique at all, your body is pretty exhausted right now. So how are you gonna get out of here? Latex sharing ceremony still seems like your best chance... Soon a Succubus arrives and takes you to your cell.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter your cell. Lucie's not here. Which is understandable, since you arrived earlier than usual. Crying really relieved you a lot. First of all, you want to take a shower. You couldn't realize that you were under the influence of her hands. It's absurd to think about it now because it was so obvious. But at that moment, you just wanted to be close to those hands.
Maybe the things you do when you are in your real body make the other side feel this way. You always have two souls by your side, raising your awareness, even protecting you... You exhale deeply. You better take a shower.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter your cell. Lucie's not here. Which is understandable, since you arrived earlier than usual. That last kiss occupies more space in your mind than you expected. The more you think about it, the more horny you feel, along with a strange embarrassment. Anyway, you're gonna take a shower. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter your cell. Lucie's not here. Which is understandable, since you arrived earlier than usual. You acted impulsively and did something that will most likely affect Kyra's future. But since you weren't punished, I guess it can't be that bad. Your instructor didn't act the way you expected. You want to take a shower and just chill out. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You get out of the shower. Lucie's still hasn't returned. But unexpectedly, your food is here. This dungeon really has a well-functioning system. You eat your meal, then lie down and rest for a while. You take deep breaths and fill your lungs with fresh air.
While you're lying in bed, the door opens and Lucie walks in. She looks much better than yesterday. And judging by the time she arrived, you can assume she's not been punished. She's surprised to see you. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Kyra! You're back so early! You've already showered and eaten? What did they make you do today? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can feel the happiness in her voice. </n3></b>
[[I Had To Hold My Breath In A Vacuum Bed]]
[[A Lust Milking Like Yesterday]]
[[I'd Rather Not Talk About It]]
[[I Managed To Escape, But Decided It Wasn't Worth It And Returned To My Cell]]
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<b><n3>Before you can even try to remove the handcuffs, the door opens again. You don't know this Succubus who came in bursting with laughter. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>"Are you the one who made Mistress Eve cry? "</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can hear at least one more Succubus laughing outside too. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>"Seriously, she's the most emotional sadist I've ever seen. She told us to be gentle with you."</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The last thing she said makes the Succubus outside burst into laughter again. You are gently placed on the platform and led to your cell. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She gasps sharply. You realize she gets a little nervous. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> That was quick! </lucie></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> What is?</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucie plays with her hair thoughtfully. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> It's nothing. It's really nothing! There's nothing to worry about. I'm going to take a shower. You just continue your rest. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It started to get quite frustrating not being able to get into the other side's mind at such moments. While Lucie's in the shower, you're thinking about what you're gonna do tomorrow. Not knowing the task is really a big disadvantage. So far you've been very cautious, even a coward. If you can somehow break out of the cell, maybe Summer will come to capture you? After all, when Minka intruded, she was able to detect and take action immediately.
But a slave here is not the same as someone who breaks in from outside. If you can get to the main area, maybe Summer will actually be there. But you probably can't make it there at all. You don't even know exactly where you are. Suddenly you remember what Lucie said just before you were picked up. And this morning, after reading the paper, she panicked and said you shouldn't get punished. Maybe you can push a little and find out what she meant and why she is that worried. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She walks to the bathroom.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Oh okay, I'm going to take a shower. You continue your rest. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Lucie's in the shower, you're thinking about what you're gonna do tomorrow. Not knowing the task is really a big disadvantage. So far you've been very cautious, even a coward. If you can somehow break out of the cell, maybe Summer will come to capture you? After all, when Minka intruded, she was able to detect and take action immediately.
But a slave here is not the same as someone who breaks in from outside. If you can get to the main area, maybe Summer will actually be there. But you probably can't make it there at all. You don't even know exactly where you are. Suddenly you remember what Lucie said just before you were picked up. And this morning, after reading the paper, she panicked and said you shouldn't get punished. Maybe you can push a little and find out what she meant and why she is that worried. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie nods understandingly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> All right. I'm gonna go take a shower. You continue your rest. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Lucie's in the shower, you're thinking about what you're gonna do tomorrow. Not knowing the task is really a big disadvantage. So far you've been very cautious, even a coward. If you can somehow break out of the cell, maybe Summer will come to capture you? After all, when Minka intruded, she was able to detect and take action immediately.
But a slave here is not the same as someone who breaks in from outside. If you can get to the main area, maybe Summer will actually be there. But you probably can't make it there at all. You don't even know exactly where you are. Suddenly you remember what Lucie said just before you were picked up. And this morning, after reading the paper, she panicked and said you shouldn't get punished. Maybe you can push a little and find out what she meant and why she is that worried. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She laughs in a tired way. Even though you said it quite seriously, she didn't even consider the opposite possibility. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>I'm going to take a shower. You continue your rest. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Lucie's in the shower, you're thinking about what you're gonna do tomorrow. Not knowing the task is really a big disadvantage. So far you've been very cautious, even a coward. If you can somehow break out of the cell, maybe Summer will come to capture you? After all, when Minka intruded, she was able to detect and take action immediately.
But a slave here is not the same as someone who breaks in from outside. If you can get to the main area, maybe Summer will actually be there. But you probably can't make it there at all. You don't even know exactly where you are. Suddenly you remember what Lucie said just before you were picked up. And this morning, after reading the paper, she panicked and said you shouldn't get punished. Maybe you can push a little and find out what she meant and why she is that worried. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie takes her routine nap after dinner. Meanwhile, you're thinking about Lucie's worried state this morning. Why is she so afraid of you being punished? You rest while you wait for her to wake up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After about an hour, Lucie wakes up. As she sits on the bed, yawning softly, you jump straight to the point. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Why are you so cautious about punishments? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns to you with sleepy eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> It's in the name, punisment. It's not a good thing. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3><h2><n1>💋 Lucie's Lust Is High Enough. </n1></h2>
She stands up and approaches you with a small smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Can you help me get ready for tomorrow? Maybe I can try the effect of repeated orgasms. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She is clearly trying to change the subject. You would like to make love with her, but only after she answers your questions.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Okay, but let's have a little talk first. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are sitting in a chair by the table. Lucie comes and sits on your lap with her legs on each side. Then she kisses you and you start kissing slowly.
She slowly pulls back and gently brings your head closer to her tits. Your lips grasp her nipple. Then suddenly your mouth fills with a liquid. It's Lucie's milk! </n3>
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[[💋Swallow]]
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<b><n3> After about an hour, Lucie wakes up. As she sits on the bed, yawning softly, you jump straight to the point. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Why are you so cautious about punishments? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She turns to you with sleepy eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> It's in the name, punisment. It's not a good thing. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <h2><c1>🤝 Lucie's Trust Is High Enough. </c1></h2>
You look at her with unconvinced eyes, without saying anything. Lucie rubs her forehead in resignation.</n3></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>Because these punishments are highly addictive for the majority. It's not just the daily tasks that keep slaves from reaching higher levels. Or to stay here... </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can hear the sadness in her voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Most slaves rise to these levels to be able to receive consecutive punishments. When they first arrive, they reach the second level at most, and that's here. Until they receive their first real punishment. After that, their world changes. I'm talking about the intense punishments administered by a ruthless Succubus. From there on, it becomes a strategic swing.
If there is only a punishment like Lust milking, they do their best to earn points and move up as high as they can. If they get the punishment they want, they lose on purpose and enjoy it. Of course, this is a generalization. There are many who are completely absorbed in pleasure and live like a brainless creature at the lowest level. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|slaveDay2(9)(trust(1))]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After about an hour, Lucie wakes up. As she sits on the bed, yawning softly, you jump straight to the point. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Why are you so cautious about punishments? </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She turns to you with sleepy eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> It's in the name, punisment. It's not a good thing. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <h2><cap>Lucie's Trust And Her Lust Are Not Predominant Either.
</cap></h2></n3></b>
[[💋 Let Her Seduce You|slaveDay2(9.1)(seduce)]]
[[🤝Let Her Tell You The Truth|slaveDay2(9.1)(truth)]]
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<b><n3> You swallow her milk. Your breathing gets faster and your body temperature rises. Meanwhile, Lucie sucks on her own breast, building up more milk in her mouth. Then when your lips touch, she pushes this milk into your mouth. You welcome all the milk from her mouth and swallow it all in one big gulp. Your vision's getting a little blurry. You feel Lucie's silky hands caressing your cheek.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> The time for these issues will come. Please trust me. Let's not bring this up again, okay? </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod your head in approval while you drool like a starving dog. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Lucie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Then you can do whatever you want to me! Prepare me for tomorrow! </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're not under any kind of mind control. You're just incredibly horny. Just hearing her say "You can do whatever you want to me!" almost made you cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You spit out her milk. Just keeping a little in your mouth made your mouth tingle. You can also feel your body temperature slowly rising. Your cheeks are already flushed. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Hold on a second. I really think we should talk about this.</kyra></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Why did you refuse my treat? Didn't it taste good enough? Let's try it again. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She presses her lips to her own nipple and sucks vigorously for a few times. You hear a tiny cute moan. After rolling the milk in her mouth a few times, she gently approaches you. As your lips touch, you suddenly feel your mouth filling with the liquid you just spit out. Your mouth is almost full. That's too much!
You want to spit out again, but Lucie holds your cheek with one hand and your throat with the other. She lifts your head slightly and gently strokes your throat. You have no choice here. You start swallowing her milk. But there is too much milk, too much that you can swallow it all in three gulps. Your mouth is tingling. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After you swallowed, you couldn't even close your mouth properly. Your saliva is dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. Your vision is blurred. Your breathing gets faster and faster and you feel extremely hot. Your whole body is on fire. Lucie puts her hand on each cheek to lower your face. When your eyes meet, there's only one thing on your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You nod your head in approval while you drool like a starving dog. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're not under any kind of mind control. You're just incredibly horny. Just hearing her say "You can do whatever you want to me!" almost made you cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You understand Lucie's reason for worry. She's afraid you'll succumb to pleasure like everyone else and leave her alone. She takes a deep breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your eyes widen in surprise. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> This is the second level so there is an upper level. When you reach there, there are three options. The first one is that you continue as a normal slave with no changes, living in your luxurious solitary cell. You are more likely to drop, but if you don't indulge yourself in punishments, you can easily stay there. At least slaves like us can.
To access the other two options, you need to stay at the highest level for a while and prove yourself. After that you're given two options. To become a Mistress in this dungeon, or to be sold away. Of course, you may not want either of these and continue as a slave.</lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She lies on the bed. Without filtering or hiding anything, she seems to want to tell you all the truth. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>This system is the source of Mistress Lucy's incredible ascension. If you can survive in these conditions and maintain the highest level, you can become part of this system. Or you are sold out and move into a completely different reality. Before here, I was in an organization that was a competitor of Lucy's, so I have some background knowledge. Selling slaves is something that has little profit, something that is seen as impotent. But Mistress Lucy changed that in such a way that...
She either acquires the best products of her system or sells them to make a name for herself. So many Succubus started here as slaves and worked their way up. Kendra, Kayla, Eve, Chanel, Veronica, Mel, and so many more. They were the ones we paid a lot of attention to. Not to mention the founding team that separated from our organization. They are the most troublesome ones. Lucy, Summer and many others were high ranking members of my old organization.</lucie></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I know a lot more because I was in the intelligence division of the old organization. There is no point in naming names. We slaves can't even see any of them anymore. And I chose these living conditions. The constant intrigue, the risks and the stress is not worth it. The time I spend here as a slave is, perhaps a little embarrassing, but it is the most peaceful interval of my life. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands up and approaches you with a small smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She is clearly trying to change the subject. You would like to make love with her, but only after she answers your questions. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are sitting in a chair by the table. Lucie comes and sits on your lap with her legs on each side. Then she kisses you and you start kissing slowly.
She slowly pulls back and gently brings your head closer to her tits. Your lips grasp her nipple. Then suddenly your mouth fills with a liquid. It's Lucie's milk! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You look at her with unconvinced eyes, without saying anything. Lucie rubs her forehead in resignation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can hear the sadness in her voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> Most slaves rise to these levels to be able to receive consecutive punishments. When they first arrive, they reach the second level at most, and that's here. Until they receive their first real punishment. After that, their world changes. I'm talking about the intense punishments administered by a ruthless Succubus. From there on, it becomes a strategic swing.
If there is only a punishment like Lust milking, they do their best to earn points and move up as high as they can. If they get the punishment they want, they lose on purpose and enjoy it. Of course, this is a generalization. There are many who are completely absorbed in pleasure and live like a brainless creature at the lowest level. </lucie></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> I'm sorry I hid it from you, but... I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. And I wanted to protect you, since you've remained so calm despite your memory loss. A sudden punishment could throw you off balance and cause you to fall very quickly.
So if you want, you can try to step up a level from here and try to get out of the slave life. When you are sold, you don't stop being a slave, but I don't think you will face as strict a structure as here.
But of course, if you want to become a Mistress here, you have to go through a long process of trial and training. It's not something you can be immediately. And then if you want to rise in that position, there has to be something special about you. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You start thinking about what you have heard. So Mel was once a slave here. If you don't get a chance in any way, maybe you can get to the first level and reach out to someone to make your voice heard. While lost in thought, you notice moaning sounds coming from the bathroom. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You quietly walk towards the bathroom and realize that the door is not fully closed. That must be why the noise is reaching you this loud. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie is masturbating with a dildo with her eyes closed, looking quite focused. You know that she edges herself for a long time in this daily routine. Her jiggling big tits and milky white skin fascinates you. Your hand moves to your pussy and you start rubbing yourself as you watch her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She is so focused that without even opening her eyes, she pins her dildo to the floor and keeps going. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are pretty close to orgasm, but if you do it right in front of the door, you are very likely to be noticed. But she clearly doesn't want to do that with you right now. So, before you lose your arousal, you get on the bed and lie down and continue to masturbate in comfort. Since you're not as strong-willed as Lucie, you ejaculate vigorously. You feel so comfortable that you don't want to get up. Soon you fall asleep, accompanied by Lucie's moans.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wake up to the noise at the door. Today, if you get a chance to escape or be noticed, you are determined to use it. Lucie takes the paper and reads it quickly. What she read doesn't seem to please her at all. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she notices something else and raises her head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You stand up with excitement. Then she notices something else and adds. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It's better than nothing! You sit down and start your breakfast. Days have passed and you haven't shown any sign of returning to your body. You need Lucy to sort this out and you'll cause a scene if you have to! But what if it makes you miss the ceremony? You make your preparations and start waiting to be taken. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start kissing passionately. But it's not enough for you. Your sensations are so intense, you feel like you're going to explode. You start sucking her tongue. Lucie's hornier than usual too, but it's nothing compared to you. Her tongue still has the taste of her delicious milk. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take your shirt off in one move. Then you bring your body closer to hers. You start rubbing your nipples against her nipples, which are still wet. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't control yourself. You're so horny, but cumming doesn't feel like the answer. You want aggression! You want to see excitement and passion! You place your mouth on Lucie's huge, full breasts and suck the nipple with everything you've got. Lucie moans sharply. You forcefully suck the milk out of her naughty tits.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie's worries are in vain. Because you didn't suck this milk to drink it. You grab her hair firmly and press her lips to yours. Then you push the milk into her mouth, just as she did to you. As soon as you feel her struggling with her mouth full, you grab her chin, lift her head and put your other hand on her throat.
She has no choice but to swallow it! After swallowing it all with some difficulty, she bows her head with her tongue out. You eagerly lick the drops from the corner of her mouth. Lucie takes deep breaths in and out. Her eyes are a little teary. For a moment you wonder if she's okay, then you're startled by a sudden movement. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie suddenly grabs you by the throat and lifts you to your feet. You smile slightly. You grab her throat too and start groping each other like two wild animals. A few slaps in between adds more spice to the scene. She throws you on the bed and gets on top of you. She presses her soaking wet pussy against your face and starts riding you mercilessly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>That's what you wanted! You eat her pussy as best as you can. Not long after, you notice that her movements are getting more violent. Her legs are twitching, her moans are rising and she is running her hands over your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Lucie continues to ride your face, you notice that she stops moaning. Her whole body is spasming and she barely moves. Then you feel a wetness. Lucie squirts on you like crazy. Meanwhile, you grab her ass and press it firmly against your face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie lets herself fall on the bed. But you haven't even started. You want to cum too! You sit up and grab Lucie by the hair before she has a chance to rest. You press her against your pussy while her juices are still dripping from your face on you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your hips are helping Lucie by moving back and forth. You're about to cum. You lie on your back. Your whole body spasms and you can't even breathe from the pleasure. But Lucie doesn't stop. You try to push her head away but she easily avoids your weak, trembling arms. You almost beg her to stop but you only hear her teasing laugh. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With a sudden movement she puts you on her lap and starts to rub your pussy rapidly. You are very sensitive as the first orgasm is not even over yet. You try to keep up with her movements with a feeling of discomfort mixed with pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Right afterwards, you have your second orgasm. Even though your body moves as if you want it to stop, deep down you don't want it to stop. She leans into your ear. After a sensual lick, she speaks in a whisper. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she gets up from the bed and heads to a drawer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She licks one side and shoves it in as deep as she can. Then she turns that side to you and you both deepthroat the dildo. Even if you try to meet your lips in the middle, you can't. Maybe your pussies can meet. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You insert the long dildo, lubricated with your saliva, into your pussies. Lucie takes it as deep as she can, very eagerly. Then she grabs you by the arm and starts to adapt you to the same rhythm. You get used to it in a short time. But as you get used to it, Lucie picks up the pace a little more.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> More than an hour passed. You can't even feel anything but pleasure anymore. The sheets are soaked through and you've cum over and over again. Bent over, holding hands, you continue to make yourselves cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Slowly you raise your hand. Your whole body is suddenly covered by Latex. It covers you like a garment. Then your senses go numb and your upper body gets locked up like a straitjacket. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's having second thoughts. She'd never been picked up by asking for a name before. Even this small flaw was quite glaring, as everything went according to the rules in a way that could be called magical. Who is she and what's going on? The door closes violently while everyone is still inside.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After her last duel with Brittany, for the first time she was radiating aggressive Lust. In her mind she was begging not to regret what she is doing later. But in all the time she was here, nothing like this ever happened. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Also, since her last duel, something was different in her. A soul had awakened within her and she realized that, in intense moments, her sign was transforming into a sun-like shape. In this state, she was much stronger, although she got tired more quickly. This soul would sometimes speak with her. With all that, her spirit animal also looks a little different in this state. In front of the door, a flamingo formed by pink fumes is blocking the exit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie3> Please give me an explanation. You're not taking her away for good, are you? Did you notice something about her? </lucie3></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She would never allow such a thing to happen again! Her eyes glowing neon pink, she continued to wait for an answer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You could hear nothing and feel very little of what was happening because of the Latex covering your whole body. And the Succubus who came to take you was sure of one thing. This pink glowing slave was much stronger than she was. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a delay you don't understand why, you resume your steps. It's quite a long walk... Well probably... You can feel very little of your surroundings. You are only aware that you are taking steps. After your steps stop, a layer of Latex lifts off and your senses start to come back. You stand side by side with dozens of slaves. You have not yet figured out where you are. But you notice that the other slaves are in the same state as you.
A colorful shimmering figure appears. She walks in front of all of you and claps her hands to get your attention.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This is a tall Succubus wearing a fairly tight and colorful Latex dress. A few Succubus lined up behind her, staring sternly at the crowd. They are all dressed in shiny black Latex. After adjusting her huge tits in her dress, she starts talking.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna>Right, dungeon remnants. I am Sianna, and today, you are under my authority. And I'm under others, so I don't want any of you to falter! </sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As you look around, you start to recognize where you are. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Before I tell you what to do today, there is something we need to get out of the way. Today will be hectic. And as punishment, we've prepared some intense sessions. But we are aware that some of you see these ruthless session as a reward.
So please be honest and raise your hand if you think being punished by a Mistress who will suck the soul out of you is a reward. Accordingly, I will prevent you from wasting points and give you the chance to end your day as you please.</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>More than half of the slave crowd raises their hands without thinking. You are hesitating, but you have to make up your mind quickly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You decide to raise your hand. Your curiosity plays an important role in this decision. Those who raise their hands are asked to step forward. Sienna then touches the palms of those in front one by one, leaving a glowing mark. This is a small dot that glows between orange and pink.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Thus we have divided you into two groups. Those who carry my mark in their hands will be rewarded with punishment from a ruthless Succubus waiting for you if they perform well today. But if they misbehave, they will be punished with a very boring Lust milking session. This is not an opportunity that comes often. Use it wisely! And don't worry, the glow in your palm is just a temporary and harmless marker.
Those who did not raise their hands will return to their cells in the dungeon following a decent performance. You already know the punishment.</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna claps her hands loudly, drawing the focus on her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> You are not in the dungeon right now. Even though we're under the same rooftop, you're on a different... Branch. You produce Lust, and we make money. All you need to know is that, this Sunday is extremely crucial. Nobody cares about you and don't expect any mercy from any of us, as a loose piece can waste us a lot of time!</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After hearing that, you're completely sure. You are backstage at the auction place right now. You are filled with excitement. Kaya or Monica could be here. If you run into them, you can definitely get noticed.
Also, you're technically in the Newcomers Dormitory. Well, you won't find anyone there to help you, but you know the way to the Latex Dungeon inside out. Maybe you can somehow make yourself noticed by someone who knows you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You think for a while but you choose not to raise your hand. Those who raise their hands are asked to step forward and Sienna touches their palms with her index finger. The palms of those touched glow with a color ranging from orange to pink. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Thus we have divided you into two groups. Those who carry my mark in their hands will be rewarded with punishment from a ruthless Succubus waiting for you if they perform well today. But if they misbehave, they will be punished with a very boring Lust milking session. This is not an opportunity that comes often. Use it wisely! And don't worry, the glow in your palm is just a temporary and harmless marker.
Those who did not raise their hands will return to their cells in the dungeon following a decent performance. You already know the punishment.</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna claps her hands loudly, drawing the focus on her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> You are not in the dungeon right now. Even though we're under the same rooftop, you're on a different... branch. You produce Lust, and we make money. All you need to know is that next Sunday is extremely crucial. Nobody cares about you and don't expect any mercy from any of us, as a loose piece can waste us a lot of time!</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After you hear that, you're completely sure. You are backstage at the auction place right now. You are filled with excitement. Kaya or Monica could be here. If you run into them, you can definitely get noticed.
Also, you're technically in the Newcomers Dormitory. Well, you won't find anyone there to help you, but you know the way to the Latex Dungeon inside out. Maybe you can somehow make yourself noticed by someone who knows you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sienna remains silent for a while with a slightly confused expression. Then she turns to one of her Succubus waiting behind her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A Succubus covered in black Latex, approaches slightly.</n3></b>
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<b> <ale1>"Mistress, you can explain to them what they will do today. You can distribute them and let them help those in need, or you can divide them into groups and give them tasks. And also..."</ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna gently places a kiss on her lips. Her breathing has deepened considerably and she has a fierce horny expression. Without letting her speak, she continues to kiss her. Another Succubus, waiting in the back, steps forward slightly. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Spread out and help your Mistresses. They will tell you what to do. I will not see any of you standing idle! And lastly, don't you dare try to walk out of this place!"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You walk towards the main area. You're wondering how today will go. It could be your last day in this body! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You pass through the huge curtain that separates the main area from the back. This huge space is packed and everyone is doing something. Things are constantly being brought and taken away and there is a constant yelling. You're trying to remember where you entered when you first visited here. There was also a door that led directly from here to the dungeon, but there is no way to find it in this chaos.
If you hadn't seen it before, on a Sunday evening full of guests, you would never guess it is the same place. Just looking at it from a distance, the bustle and chaos permeates you. You keep looking, but everywhere is a mess. You can't see anything from the running figures.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She pushes you by the arm and goes back to the back stage. With hesitant steps, you start walking. Suddenly, a Succubus approaches you, carrying a heavy-looking box. You realize that the difference between slaves and mistresses is the mask. Only slaves are wearing a mask.</n3></b>
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<b><l1>"Take that box to the back. Put it somewhere to the right. You'll see boxes like these anyway. Hurry up!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she drops the heavy box on your arms and rushes away. You start carrying the box.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're passing through the same curtain you just came out of. After walking a little further, hoping that someone won't yell at you out of the blue, you quickly see the place she was talking about. There's an entire area where boxes like this are piled up. You check out through the corner of your eye, on the left, you notice a corridor entrance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You place the box next to the others, being careful not to hurt your back. If you are constantly assigned an occupation, you cannot focus on your own concerns. You just need to see anything about Kaya or Monica.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Since you appear to be doing some work, you hope you won't attract attention. You turn left with the heavy box, hoping to find something useful. You see a slave sitting in the middle of the path. The end of her leash is left on the handle of the door she sits in front of and a dildo is attached to the door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You immediately head back, afraid that she'll draw attention here. You place the box where you are told and go back to the main area. This time you will try to move faster and more determined. You just need to see anything about Kaya or Monica. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This time, you start walking with big steps. There's always someone walking in front of you. So there is no way to walk straight. And it's something that distorts your perception of space dramatically.
You could easily get lost here if you didn't glance back every now and then to check the huge curtain you've just stepped out of. You can't see anything except a few steps in front of you. And Kyra's body is not tall enough to find her way through this crowd. What is planned for this Sunday? What is the reason for such a rush that they need additional labor slaves from the dungeon?
The main stage comes into sight. Boxes, sacks and the slaves who will be sold here are stacked on top of each other, completely filling the grand stage. As you're observing the stage, suddenly something hits you on the shoulder. You fall to the floor with the force of the impact. Holding your shoulder, you look at what hit you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see a Succubus looking down at you. You can't help but stare at her shiny thick thighs. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>So she fucking kicked you? You stand up holding your shoulder. She stands up as well. Her legs look amazing. If it didn't hurt this much, you'd want to have more contact with those thick thighs. As she looks at you, she tilts her head slightly to the side and squints her eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Wait a second, you're from the dungeon. I thought you were slacking off intentionally. If you have a moment of not knowing what to do, go near the stage. There are so many things to be moved there.
And don't wander around like that! Run! Or walk faster! If I see you walking around like a tourist, I won't care if you're working or not, I'll kick you again!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's no emotion in her voice. It is clear that if the conditions are met, she will kick you again without hesitation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stuttered out of fear. Quickly you rush towards the stage. This crowd and chaos is starting to overwhelm you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see two Succubus trying to carry a fully bound Latex slave. But since they're trying to do it with their recently acquired Latex control, they seem to be having a much more difficult time. You couldn't lift a body without Moon's help too. Lucy makes it look so easy, but it's not that easy to do things with Latex. The slave, wobbling in the air, falls violently to the ground. They complain, gasping for breath. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"Fuck this! Two of us can't even carry her fat ass!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> If you keep moving towards the stage, this task will most likely be left to you. But if you're caught ditching work, you could get kicked again, or worse, you could end up on a path that could lead to punishment at the end of the day. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> If you keep moving towards the stage, this task will most likely be left to you. But if you want to earn that punishment you're curious about, you have to play along. If you're detected slacking off, you will be punished with a long Lust milking session. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you approach the stage, the one who just complained notices you. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"You're one of those who came from the dungeon to help, aren't you? Take that slave on the ground and get her away from here!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Succubus next to her joins the conversation fervently. </n3></b>
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<b><hi1>"You're leaving her alone with a slave that the two of us couldn't carry? Don't be ridiculous!"</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><l1>"It's overcrowded here! There's no room to use even wheeled platforms!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A slave suddenly walks a few steps in front of you and starts talking in a confident tone. </n3></b>
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<b><abella> Leave it to us, Mistress! We'll handle it! Where should we put her? </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The two Succubus, bickering with each other, look at this slave. They did not expect this kind of response. She points to a spot somewhere behind her.</n3></b>
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<b><l1>"Over there, you will see where the slaves are lined up. Hand it over to someone there."</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Slave with two cat-like ears on her mask turns to you. She puts one hand on her waist and the other one on the corner of her mouth, clenching it into a fist. Her gaze is very sharp and she has a strange aura about her. Like she can accomplish everything. It annoys you a little bit. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Hey! I'm Kat. I hope I didn't interfere with your business. I saw Sienna's mark in your hand and I thought we could help each other. After we've done our best, letting ourselves fall into the heart of cruelty... It's a perfect day! I don't want you to miss out on that. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she approaches the slave on the ground and puts her hand on the back of her neck. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Actually, I could do it alone, but as I said, fellow dungeon slaves should help each other. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The slave on the floor suddenly gets up and starts walking on heels that seem almost impossible to stand on. Kat's hand is still on her neck. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she says, you get in front of them and start moving forward slowly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> Hey! I'm Kat. I hope I didn't interfere with your business. You looked like you needed help. Fellow dungeon slaves gotta look out for each other, right? </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she approaches the slave on the ground and puts her hand on the back of her neck.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> Actually, I could do it alone, but I'm curious about something... You really don't see the punishment we've been told as a reward?</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You notice the little glow that shines on her hand, alternating between orange to pink. You chose not to raise your hand to Sienna's question. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> I just would rather return to my cell earlier... </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kat slowly nods her head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>"I understand, if we both want to have a good day, we can help each other. After all, their idea of a "good day" is simply not to stick out and not get labeled as "bad". If we do as we're told and don't draw attention to ourselves until the end of the day, we get the reward. It's quite easy! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The slave on the floor suddenly gets up and starts walking on heels that seem almost impossible to stand on. Kat's hand is still on her neck.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she says, you get in front of them and start moving forward slowly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are moving pretty slowly. Slightly scared of getting kicked again, you ask.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Why in such a rush are the slaves still fully bonded? Can't they at least be untied to walk easily? </kyra></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>I mean, you're right, but would you accept that something you were going to buy was unpacked on the excuse that it would be easier to transport? These are the things that increase the value of the slave. An assurance is also being sold here. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't expect her to answer a complaining casual question in this way. She was supposed to be a dungeon slave like you. After several minutes of this slow march, you start to hear whipping sounds. Then you see before you dozens of auction slaves and a handful of Succubus working to prepare them. You remember this place from your first visit. You met Monica here.
Ever since you approached the stage, a thought has been growing inside you. What if you don't get a chance to look for Kaya or Monica? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You approach a Succubus who is recklessly whipping a slave. Without looking at you, she speaks briefly in an uncaring voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kat again bows and speaks in an exaggerated way. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In the huge auction area, you kind of know where this spot is. You think you're close to the entrance. If you want to look for Kaya or Monica, you'll have to leave here unnoticed. Otherwise there's a good chance you won't get a chance today. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With Kat's exaggerated manner, you continue to receive tasks one by one. In just a few hours, you have greatly relieved the mess around the stage. After changing into her usual pose, she suddenly turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>What she said is getting on your nerves a bit. She was the reason you could complete your tasks so well. Still, she always included you in everything she said. Now she's saying "we" again makes you a little irritated. And yet you respond without revealing these feelings. After all, it's much more comfortable to continue with her than to be alone. It's just a little jealousy, a little frustration that you feel deep down. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>And how? We are only slaves. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kat smiles confidently.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> An old friend of mine, now in charge of this place. She is quite lazy and not very dependable in some things. Especially in anything that is outside of her mandate. I'll make up useful little rules, as if they came from her mouth, and I'll check the pulse. As dungeon slaves, it is expected of us to fix this mess!</abella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> And if this is found out? Then you won't get the punishment you want.</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She smiles charmingly, winks and starts walking. You follow her with curiosity. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a few steps back and when you think you've moved far enough, you run quickly. With the place where they train the slaves to your right and the stage in front of you, the entrance should be right behind you. You stop for a second and think. What you should be looking for is Kaya's desk! She was sitting there when you first came here. But you don't know if it is still there.
You notice a small box on the floor, to look busy, you pick it up and run in the direction you hope is the entrance. After a short while, since you can't move in a straight line and the stage disappears from view, you just guess where you are and move on.
You keep walking with patience. Focused only on seeing that desk, you are now in a state of mind that doesn't care at all about what is happening around you. Please let that desk still be there! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You realize something at some distance. A large desk with a slave fixed by the neck! This is Kaya's desk! In excitement, you drop the box on the floor. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You really made it! This is Kaya's desk! But she's nowhere to be seen, but the slave tied to the table by the neck is there. You start talking with impatience. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Hey! Where is Kaya... Do you know where Mistress Kaya is? I was told to find her immediately! It's urgent!</kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The slave is staring at you blankly. You're not sure if she understood what you said. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She continues to look at you with blank eyes. The blood rushes to your brain. You want to get the information you need immediately, while no one has noticed you yet! If someone hits you or scolds you in this state, you will just break down and burst into tears. And probably no one will even care.
You take a few quick breaths. There's no turning back now! You'll leave here and make your way to the Newcomers Dormitory! Then you'll head to the dungeon and make sure Mel, Summer, or someone catches you! Your tears are welling up. You're full of Lust, but that doesn't change what you can do. It's terrible to be weak and unimportant! You gather your wits and get ready to run for the exit! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're running with all your might. You're almost out! And when you do, you still have a bit of a way to go, but you're sure it will be much easier from here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as you were about to step out, you realize you are seeing the ceiling. You banged your head and thrown back as if you had hit a wall. As you fall to the ground, you feel something invisible enveloping you and you fall to the ground as if you were wrapped in a carpet. An invisible carpet!
You feel your strength diminishing. Your energy is being drained at an incredible speed! You couldn't even comprehend what's going on! With the adrenaline of the moment, you don't feel pain but your head is throbbing.
You're getting sleepy. It's only been a few seconds, but you can't endure it. Your energy is being sucked away at an increasing rate. Your consciousness... Your eyes are closing. You failed! You desperately call out to Sun and Moon in your mind. But there's no one to help you... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a short while, Kaya returns to her desk, coffee in hand. Although she hadn't slept since yesterday, her workload still hadn't decreased. On top of that, she had to deal with this terrible chaos. When she gets to her desk, she sees a slave lying unconscious in front of the entrance. She immediately removes her Lust absorbing barrier on her. But she's too tired for the rest.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> <font size= 2> Somebody! Over here! A slave fainted! A slave is... </font>Oh well... </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She called for help as loud as she could, but no one heard her. She did everything she could. She sits down at her desk and exhales deeply. The chaos and noise that had been going on for days was exhausting her even more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she tries to motivate herself to continue her work, she notices Monica walking in. Monica notices the slave lying on the floor and gives Kaya a curious look. Kaya shakes her head in the affirmative, as if that answers anything.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kaya exhales deeply again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Please you keep an eye on this place. Just for this week!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica's checking your unconscious body's pulse. Then she straightens up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> I came here to help you. I can imagine how frustrated you feel. But tomorrow, Latex ceremony for the slaves begins. I'll be accompanying Mistress Lucy again. So I can't be here until Sunday. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kaya grimaces but knows there is nothing that can be done. She throws her neck back all the way and stares at the bustling crowd. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she lifts her head and turns to Monica. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Do you know how to use Xcel? </ange1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Isn't that the app you use? No, I don't. Why? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kaya scratches her head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Yesterday, while I was working, a notice suddenly appeared. It asked me if I would like to update the app. And I clicked yes. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kaya seems to have some difficulty in explaining the rest. She puts both hands on her cheeks and continues in a slightly more embarrassed voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> Apparently, the automatic update was not turned on. And since I haven't updated in a while... The app now looks completely different. The whole UI has changed. Some old settings are renamed. Some are removed and some new ones added. And all of them have been relocated.
My brain can't handle it. I feel like I'm learning it from scratch. These were things I did while listening to music in the background. Now I have to struggle for every little thing.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica rubs her forehead, with a tired expression on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> You did that before this Sunday? Couldn't you wait a little bit? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kaya defensively spread her hands in front of her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>I didn't do it on purpose! It asked, and I wanted to stay on the latest version. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's no point in complaining when everything is this busy. Monica also knows that putting pressure on Kaya will do no good. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> Is there any data loss? </monica></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> No, fortunately not. It's just that my pace decreased drastically as everything changed. </ange1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> How long have you been out of updates? Have they overlapped such big changes? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kaya's face wrinkles with embarrassment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>That's the problem. I thought automatic updates were on, so I never updated it manually, and the app never asked me until yesterday. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica stands there with her mouth hanging open. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> So this is your first update since we left The Center? </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kaya covers her face with her hands. With chuckles, Monica approaches Kaya and hugs her in her seat. If someone else had done this, maybe she would get a little angry, but she doesn't want to feel angry at her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> There's probably someone in the dungeon keeping track of the slaves and uses this app. I'll send her here for a quick demonstration. Don't mention this to anyone. We'll solve it quietly. Everything is already exhausting and noisy enough. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> With her face covered by Monica's body, Kaya removes her hand from her face and hugs her around the waist. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Thank you... </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As the hug ends, Monica looks back at your body lying on the floor. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>I tried to inform them, but nobody heard me. They are already afraid to approach me. Especially with you here too, no one wants to take the initiative. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Monica glances at the running crowd. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> No wonder they didn't hear you with all that noise. The reinforcement slaves from the dungeon are supposed to be under Sienna's supervision, but I don't see her. Let me try, maybe this time they'll hear. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Monica briefly clears her throat, Kaya first covers her ears with her hands, then, thinking that this will not be enough, she crawls under her desk. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After filling her lungs with air, Monica calls out in a way that makes the huge auction hall tremble. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>All the rush stops for a moment. Everyone turned in the direction of the sound, in shock, trying to comprehend what had happened. No one is affected negatively by this order, as she only increased the volume of her voice. If she had directed her energy at the command itself, the results might have been different. After Monica makes a gesture with her hand as if to say, "Don't mind me", the old tempo slowly starts to return.
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna>Yes... Yes Mistress! I'm here! </sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Monica, shows you lying on the floor to her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sienna tries to wipe the lipstick marks off her face with an unsuccessful attempt. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Just as Sienna moves to pick up your body, Kaya stops her and moves her head towards her desk. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kaya approaches the slave you were trying to talk to and brings her ear closer to her. After listening to her carefully, she straightens up in her chair. Sienna is a little surprised by this. She did not know that the slave pinned to the desk could speak. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>She wasn't trying to escape. She was told to find me and she was running around looking for me in an extreme panic. When she couldn't find me, she rushed outside without thinking and hit the barrier. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sienna stares at Monica, unsure of what to do. Monica turns her gaze to Kaya.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/monica1.jpg"><b><monica> If she had no intention of escaping then wake her up and let her continue to work. Even a slave is valuable right now. </monica></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kaya leans back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> I wasn't here when she got caught on my barrier, so she made contact much longer than she should have. Even just waking up will happen after a few hours at the earliest. Forget about her for today. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna gently interjects. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> What if we wrap her in Milking Latex? Wouldn't that wake her up faster? </sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kaya and Monica look at each other briefly. Monica leaves the decision to Kaya. As she will know better the effect of her own barrier. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> That's not a bad idea. But that'll exhaust her tremendously. First all her energy is drained, then she'll be forced to produce. A slave can't handle such a thing.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna's looking at your hand and she can't see her mark. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna>I don't see my mark on her. So her poor performance will be punished mercilessly. She can't handle that punishment either? </sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kaya speaks while gently petting the cheek of the slave tied to her desk. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1> My barrier must have absorbed your mark too if she had it. Uhh... I'm not in charge of these things!</ange1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kaya1.jpg"><b><ange1>Move her to the back stage, cover only a small part of her with Stimulating Latex and let her rest. Depending on how she wakes up, you make the decision. If she doesn't wake up, it looks like she'll be punished. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sienna nods and picks you up. You on her shoulder, she looks at the crowd, which has regained its pace. Kaya, deciding to give her a hand, picks up your body with a pale yellow barrier and carries your body at great speed from a considerable height up to the huge curtains. Sienna thanks Kaya and heads to the back stage. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You slowly open your eyes. You're feeling pretty weary. You look around. You're in a small cell, sitting on a leather cushion. Have you been brought back to the dungeon? Suddenly you sober up with flashes of memory.
You were about to leave the auction place at the end... And you fell down... And you fainted? Although you are tired, your body is filled with Lust. It feels a bit strange. Like drinking a strong coffee when you're dead tired and not feeling tired but also not feeling refreshed.
The cell door opens and someone enters. A latex dress, fishnet stockings, high heels and a stern expression. That's when you realize what's on you. You're wearing a black blouse with denim shorts. And you're wearing high heels! Since you felt like this when you woke up in Kyra's body, you wonder if you've switched bodies again </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her voice, unlike her appearance, is very gentle. You slowly nod in agreement. Looks like you're still in the same body. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"I'll be administering your punishment today, but I have to ask you something. I perform my punishments almost exclusively through extreme anal play. If you don't feel like it, I can switch to another cell. What do you say?"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>At first you can't decide what to say. She's asking a slave who's being punished? A slave who's tried to escape? But the softness of her voice, perhaps because she genuinely cares about such things? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She approaches near the back stage. You see some sacks that need to be carried. There is no way someone can carry that. Kat bows respectfully and makes her classic greeting.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Mistress! At your service! Please inform us how we can help you. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A Succubus and a dungeon slave there are frustratedly trying to load the sacks onto a wheeled platform. Not only are they struggling to load them, but even if they do, there is no space to move the platform. The Succubus there turns her head, looking exhausted and angry. Just as she's about to scold her, Kat interrupts her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> We've been specially sent by Mistress Kaya, Mistress! From this point on, she said, things should be sorted out. She said there's a chance Mistress Lucy might check here today. I couldn't ask for any details out of fear. She was quite angry.</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're surprised when you hear about Kaya. So they're old friends? Maybe you can ask Kat to help you find her. The Succubus forgets all her anger. As she looks around, Kat interrupts again. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>She's not here right now, Mistress. But she explained to me what to do. Please let me help you. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kat moves forward and in a single move, loads three of the sacks onto the platform. She lifted them effortlessly, as if they are empty. And her form was perfect. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> Now I'm going to ask you to show some aggression so that we can clear a path. It will be even easier if you mention Mistress Kaya's name.</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kat moves you to the back of the platform. Looks like you're gonna be the one pushing it. After drawing a path in her mind to the giant curtain that opens into the back stage, Kat starts pushing things aside in front of you. If a slave gets in the way, the Succubus with you yells at her.
As Kat pushes things aside, if she sees a Succubus in charge, she goes over and explains why they're doing this, and that Succubus starts helping you.
In the end, a path is cleared for the platform to pass through. Even though Kat directs everything, she is very good at making it look like she is doing very little. Because she makes those around her feel important and useful, everything runs much faster. The wave that starts from there, spreads to the whole area with Kat's guidance.
After hours and hours of work, you have advanced this wave of tidiness all the way to the stage. Even though initially you may slow down the current operation a little bit, in the long run you speed up the process tremendously as you are clearing another path. There's still a lot of work to be done, but the section between the stage and the backstage is fairly relieved. Also, the constant yelling and screaming has decreased considerably.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Things are going smoother than you expected. Kat is really making it all work, one step at a time. You feel tired, but it's a bittersweet kind. Suddenly you remember. Kat might help you find Kaya!
A tall figure emerges from the other side of the huge curtain, her face covered in lipstick. Expecting to see a messy mayhem, she encounters a fairly well-functioning workflow. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Whoa! Everything's in order! What the hell is going on? Who took care of all of this?</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kat softly stands in front of her. She's quite short compared to Sienna. After she shyly put her hands on her chest, she speaks in a lame voice that is obviously fake. In a different way from the exaggerated expressions of respect she displayed today. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> I've been of some help, Mistress. I hope it has some influence on my reward. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna suddenly starts coughing. She paid no attention to the slaves while leaving her mark. And she certainly didn't notice Kat. Of course she organized things! Clearing her throat she replies, trying not to show her surprise. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Very good work... Well done! Of course, about your reward...</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kat interrupts her. This time her tone is serious and clear about what she wants. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>At first you're unsure if she meant Kaya, but no. She is talking about someone else called Kayla. Sienna stares at the floor. From the outside Kat is the one looks like her Mistress. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> Mistress Kayla still hasn't returned...</sienna></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sienna nods her head. Kat exhales deeply with disappointment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Okay, then send us back. You don't need our help anymore. I've sorted things out enough. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A Succubus there takes a furious step forward towards Kat. This disrespectful attitude towards Sienna seems to have angered her. Sienna raises her arm to gesture her to stop and shakes her head as if to say "Don't!". </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A few Succubus quickly move out to make sure of that. As the slaves begin to gather, you approach Kat. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> Thank you for today. I was tossing from place to place, not knowing what to do. </kyra></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kat turns to you. She has a warm smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> You're welcome! It's not your fault. There is a massive rush and no one is leading it. </abella></b></div>\
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>No, I'm a slave. A slave who can't let go of some old habits. Even if I wanted to devote myself only to my pleasures, I couldn't tolerate this much chaos. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She turns around and looks at the auction place, which is functioning much better now. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>If everyone is busy, someone has to lead things. And Kaya doesn't like to deal with these things. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just as you are about to ask about Kaya, someone calls her and she walks away. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Sorry, I think they need me. Enjoy your reward! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>In a short time all the dungeon slaves are gathered and you are all covered again in the Latex suit you were brought in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can see a slight surprise on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> She's probably extremely busy. I didn't see her today. Even if I did, I don't think she'd have time for me.</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She doesn't seem to take this very seriously. Then someone calls her and she walks away.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella>Sorry, I think they need me. Enjoy your reward! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> In a short time all the dungeon slaves are gathered and you are all covered again in the Latex suit you were brought in.
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KYRA:
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> </kyra></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Kyra</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra> </kyra></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> </inner></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Summer</b></div>
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<div class="WilhelminaRight"><b>Wilhelmina</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/wilhelmina1.jpg"><b><wil> </wil></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Sienna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sienna1.jpg"><b><sienna> </sienna></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
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<div class="SunRight"><b>Kat</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kat1.jpg"><b><abella> </abella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie> </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Latex layer on you is lifting. You're in a cell. The Succubus who brought you speaks in a carefree manner. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She points to the clothes on the leather cushion. You see a pink thong, denim shorts and a black blouse. Next to the cushion there is a pair of high heels. Since you are naked, you prefer to get dressed. When she sees you getting dressed, the Succubus who brought you leaves the cell.
Not long after, the cell door opens and someone enters. A latex dress, fishnet stockings, high heels and a stern expression. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1> "I'll be administering your punishment today, but I have to ask you something. I perform my punishments almost exclusively through extreme anal play. If you don't feel like it, I can switch to another cell. What do you say?"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> At first you can't decide what to say. She's asking a slave who's being punished? But the softness of her voice, perhaps because she genuinely cares about such things? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You go back to your cell. You are quite tired and you notice that Lucie is still not back. You were expecting her to be back by now. Without thinking about it, you head for the bathroom. After a relaxing hot shower, you eat your dinner and lie down on the bed. Lucie's still not back.
You start to replay the day in your mind. Maybe you should have ignored Kat and searched for Kaya yourself. But if something had gone wrong, you would be being punished right now. At that moment a thought strikes you. Could Lucie be getting punished? Because you've been at the auction place all day and you've been back for over an hour and she's still not back. But then you find the thought absurd. She's probably assigned a difficult task. You don't think she'll get punished. While lying in bed, lost in thought, you fall asleep.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are awakened by the sudden opening of the door. You have no idea how long you have been asleep.
A naked body walks in. A body that can't even stand up, with hair and makeup all messed up. After a few steps, Lucie collapses. You jump out of bed in a panic and run to her. The way she collapsed was not a good sign. She collapsed like a dead body.
Her body is still trembling and she can barely breathe. There are a lot of whip marks on her body and some places are almost bleeding. Also some bruises on her body with rope lines on her throat. She slowly narrows her eyes. She reaches out and touches your cheek. She seems to want to caress it, but can't find the strength. Then she speaks with difficulty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not knowing what to do, you repeatedly ask her what happened. She can barely give a short answer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't even pick her up off the floor and she can't get up. She rests face down for a while. Her eyes are all swollen from crying. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Although she's still in a bad condition, she's getting up on her knees, looking better than when she first arrived. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She speaks in a weary voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't understand. How can Lucie, who's obsessively careful about her actions, be punished in such a way. She's clearly not intended to produce Lust. She's punished painfully. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's lips tighten and her face becomes mournful. Yet her eyes do not tear up. The tear glands that worked all day are no longer able to do their job. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She doesn't seem to want to answer. You won't push her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She is so dirty that she needs a shower, even a cursory one, which may not be good for her wounds. With your help, she slowly stands up. You take her arm and you start moving slowly towards the bathroom.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You ate all your dinner without thinking. If there was some left, you could have shared it with her. But how could you know! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're carefully helping her a quick shower. Then you place her on the bed and she falls asleep in a short time. You're really curious about what happened. You want to enter her mind and see what happened, but you can't.
Something catches your attention. Her body, full of scars and bruises when she first arrived, looks much better. This is not possible in just an hour. Then you feel something strange. You look again, gathering your Lust energy in your eyes. Every time she exhales, a faint pink smoke emanates from her body. And her sleep is not peaceful at all. Her face and closed eyes are contracted, her breaths are ragged. You don't know what's going on, but you don't intend to disturb her. You're pretty tired too.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She smiles and approaches you. After grabbing your chin firmly, she speaks briefly. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Correct answer!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slaps you on the cheek, not too hard. Then she closes the door she left ajar and approaches you again.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With one hand she continues to hold tightly to your hair, while with the other she caresses your cheek, the one she just slapped. And her face is pretty close to yours. You can feel your guard dropping against her. Remembering her question, you nod lightly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She raises her eyebrows slightly and nods slowly in affirmation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She turns to the door to leave the cell and just as she is about to leave, she slams the door firmly and walks towards you with big steps. She grabs your hair and pulls your face closer to hers. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You get a strong slap in the face. But it hurts a lot less than you expect it to hurt. On the contrary, it felt a little good? Don't worry! I'm not that mean. In fact, I'm sure you'll be begging for more! You're gonna do what I say, right?
With one hand she continues to hold tightly to your hair, while with the other she caresses your cheek, the one she just slapped. And her face is pretty close to yours. You can feel your guard dropping against her. Remembering her question, you nod lightly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She makes you lie face down and lift your ass in the air. The moment you feel her hands, something stirs inside you. The spots she touches burn with a different sensation. A pleasant sensation...
She gives you a couple slaps, pinches and plays with your ass. You're already reacting to her actions with soft moans.</n3></b>
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<b><missT1>""I love that slutty little ass! How beautiful they look in these shorts. Did you like my pick? But there is one little thing missing... Your ass isn't pink enough!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With both hands, she starts spanking the ass you've lifted. As the sound of the slaps echoes in the small cell, you continue to experience a confusion of sensations. It hurts... But only momentarily? Then it spreads all over your body and it feels good! This sensation is intensifying. Your arm tingles or your leg twitches. Without realizing it, you bite your lip slightly and desire for more!
You hear her laughter. A very satisfied and happy laughter. It tickles your insides even more. Knowing she's happy makes you feel happy too. She lies on top of you and wraps her arm around your throat. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"How quickly you're in the mood! I didn't expect you to be such a slut. Then I should treat you like you deserve!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> With her other hand, she reaches for your crotch and starts caressing your pussy through your shorts. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she continues to caress your pussy, she sticks her fingers in your mouth. You welcome them with great eagerness. She sticks all four fingers in, almost to the knuckle. You feel the tip of her long fingers on your throat.</n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Let's see how you handle my hand. I want to see the limits of all your holes!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lets another beautiful laugh. How nice to hear that she is happy! With her hand, soaked with your saliva, she gives you a few slow slaps on the cheek.</n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Shall we move on to the main course?"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You beg her like a dog, panting and begging with your tongue out. Whatever she wants to do! She gets off you and starts taking off your shorts. Probably her choice of pink thongs remains the only thing covering your pink ass. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She pulls the thong to the side and reveals your asshole. Then she spreads your ass cheeks to the sides, exposing your hole even more. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"This is it! This is what I live for! At the end of the day, you'll be thankful that you got punished!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><missT1>"Get that slutty little ass up! I have to prepare it thoroughly! First of all, your ass isn't pink enough! I need to do something about that!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Immediately you stick your ass up. With a smile on your face, waiting eagerly. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"But I have to get a taste of this!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly, you feel her naughty tongue on your hole. With a sharp moan, you let her hot breath and wet tongue get a taste of you. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Mmmh! What a delicious treat! Now let's make this ass pink as a peach."</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With both hands she starts to spank both cheeks of your ass. Each time she spanks, a little more pleasure builds up within you. She brings your pink panties back over your hole and sticks a finger inside. This unpredictability in her actions is melting you. You're welcome to anything she does. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She keeps on spanking, with increasing intensity. You moan with every smack. More and more pleasure builds up inside you. It's a very strange feeling. Your whole body is trembling in pleasure, but the climax doesn't feel any closer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She stands up with a sigh. After a few minutes of non-stop spanking, she seems to want to see the result. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You shake your ass with great enthusiasm. She sits back and caresses your ass. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Oh! Your skin is so hot right now! Your ass is burning! And how do you like it when I do this? Do you like it?"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She teases you with her nails. Even this gentle scratch feels overwhelming. Your ass burns with pleasure and pain. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She takes off your panties and gives you a few more spanks. </n3></b>
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<b><missT1>"Now let's start preparing you for real!"</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She inserts her index finger sharply, all the way in. Your sudden scream doesn't affect her at all. She sucks her finger with delight and sticks it back in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes slightly. Now you can directly identify this situation. The sound of wheels you hear also makes you sure. Right now you're fixed to a platform and probably being taken to your cell. You briefly review what you have experienced. It's as if your memory is not quite complete. In this punishment, you have experienced more, but you cannot remember all of it. But you don't care.
After a short while, you walk through your cell door, tired but satisfied. Lucie's not back yet, it seems. You barely make it to the shower. After a relaxing shower, you leave the bathroom, dreaming of lying in bed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you come out of the bathroom, you see a body slumped face down on the floor just in front of the door. She could only take a few steps inside. After a scream of shock, you rush to Lucie's side.
Her body is still trembling and she can barely breathe. There are a lot of whip marks on her body and some places are almost bleeding. Also some bruises on her body with rope lines on her throat. She slowly narrows her eyes. She reaches out and touches your cheek. She seems to want to caress it, but can't find the strength. Then she speaks with difficulty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not knowing what to do, you repeatedly ask her what happened. She can barely give a short answer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't even pick her up off the floor and she can't get up. She rests face down for a while. Her eyes are all swollen from crying.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Although she's still in a bad condition, she's getting up on her knees, looking better than when she first arrived. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She speaks in a weary voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't understand. How can Lucie, who's obsessively careful about her actions, be punished in such a way. She's clearly not intended to produce Lust. She's punished painfully. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucie's lips tighten and her face becomes mournful. Yet her eyes do not tear up. The tear glands that worked all day are no longer able to do their job. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She is so dirty that she needs a shower, even a cursory one, which may not be good for her wounds. With your help, she slowly stands up. You take her arm and you start moving slowly towards the bathroom. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Fortunately, your food hasn't arrived yet. If you had come earlier, you probably wouldn't have had a dinner to share with Lucie.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are waking up. This time you didn't wake up to the sound of the door. It's like you've been asleep for a very long time. It feels like taking a short nap in the evening and waking up the next evening. You straighten up. Lucie's asleep. Slowly you approach her, but she is not naked as you left her. She is dressed and she looks quite all right. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel a slight pain in your head. As you blink and hold your head, you realize you have something in your hand. It's a spoon! And you're sitting at the table. You're having breakfast with Lucie. She looks healthy and cheerful. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You stop and think for a moment. You came back from the auction place, Lucie returned to the cell in a very bad shape and then you went to sleep. In the morning of the same day, Lucie told you the details of the Latex ceremony. Your turn would come on the second day. But only one day passed. Apart from that, there is something else that worries you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucie's smile fades a little. She looks a lot more worried. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are trying to remember. But when you think of yesterday, the day you recall seems different from Lucie's. You forgot an entire day? Your breathing gets faster.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><kyra>Yesterday... You came back from punishment. Then we fell asleep. And... </kyra></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucie2.jpg"><b><lucie>And we woke up to yesterday. I tried to prove to you that I'm okay. We talked about the Latex ceremony. Then we were taken and returned in the evening. You weren't talkative. I asked you if something was wrong. You said you were just a little tired. </lucie></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucie scratches her head in anxiety. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets up in a hurry and walks away from you. She seems to be trying to calm down. She mutters something quietly, but you can't hear her. Again, pale pink fumes gently emanate from her body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're in a uncomfortable position. You are fixed to the platform! You struggle a little, but it's useless. So, what, you're gonna be taken to the Latex sharing right now? Weren't you just sitting at the table? You pull yourself together. Even if you don't have time to prepare yourself, you have to do your best. You don't know how your real body is doing. But from the fact that you have not been contacted until now, you are sure that the real Kyra has not transferred into your body.
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<b><n3>Your eyes and mouth are closed, but somehow you have to make Lucy realize you're here. Well, if you're gonna encounter her. You are brought in front of a door. You don't see it, but you can feel that in front of you, there are slaves who are fixed in the same way as you.
When a slave's process is done inside, the Succubus at the door takes the slave in turn, goes inside and takes the inside one out. At least that's what you think. So probably, you will wait like this for a while. Somehow, you have to talk to Lucy. You want to be able to see, but being able to talk is a priority. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> From the sound of the high heels, you know that the Succubus who brought you is walking away. Even though your senses are not very reliable right now, you feel sure that there is no one around you. You focus and summon your spirit animal. You tried to make it as small as possible, but you're not sure since you can't see it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly, you are startled by the sound of wheels coming behind. Chinchilla hasn't finished yet! But you send it back in fear of getting caught. Another slave is brought behind you. While you're waiting for a suitable environment for you to continue, something unexpected happens. The door opens and you can hear the finished one getting out. But as you can hear from the sound of the wheels, more than one slave is being taken out. You assumed it would be individually, but it seems to be happening in batches. With some anger and some anxiety, you wait to see how things will unfold. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a short while, what you didn't wish for happens and you feel your platform being pushed inside. You are startled by a familiar voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's Monica! She's talking to the Succubus who places the slaves. Then you hear another familiar voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In front of each slave, arranged like a semicircle, there is a small bowl. Monica moves softly behind the slave in the center and bends down. Lucy slowly covers her ears. She speaks in a sweet whisper.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your whole body goes limp. You can't even keep your eyelids open. Keeping them open doesn't help anyway... Vaguely, you feel your arm moving. Other slaves there also start to stretch their arms forward. Their hands come right over the bowls underneath. Then, from the small cut on their index finger, blood slowly starts dripping. Lucy is doing all of this in small, careful movements. You hardly felt any of this. You feel very numb but peaceful.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy places a small piece of Latex in each of the blood puddles in the bowl. This latex interacts with the blood and starts to fuse with it. Once there is only a dark burgundy Latex chunk left, she carefully examines it all and straightens up in her seat.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She must be doing this as a safety precaution. You still can't feel what's happening. The Latex, combined with your blood, begins to move towards your hand slowly. Then, through the small cut on your index finger, it starts to seep into your body. You get a slightly uncomfortable feeling. You don't know why, but this feeling is growing.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> While the other slaves calmly welcome the Latex entering their bodies, your body begins to shiver. This is followed by small groans and some twitching on your body. Lucy and Monica notice this immediately.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy immediately stops the Latex entering into your body. But there's nothing she can do about what's already inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy coats you in paralyzing Latex. She hopes you won't accidentally hurt yourself and gain some time to think. But your trembling and spasms don't stop. On the contrary, they become more severe.
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<b><n3>You turn your head. Where you look, there's <b><i>you</i></b>! You want to stand up, but you don't feel in control of your movements. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Monica whispers something in your ear to calm you down, but it has no effect. Lucy makes the other slaves leave the cell. You continue to spasm and shake in the same way.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes. You look around but you're fixed on the desk by the neck. Oh! It's <b><i>you</i></b> again! Next to you, there's Kaya, looking at her laptop, bored, and talking to <b><i>you </i></b>. There <b><i>you </i></b> are! But you can't seem to move. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy unties you from the platform and covers you completely in Latex. You continue your struggle as a black cocoon fluttering in the air. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes. You're in a very uncomfortable position, but there <b><i>you </i></b> are! You can't move again! You can't make yourself realize <b><i>you </i></b>! Now you are starting to get angry! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy first covers her ear with earplugs made of Latex, then presses her ear with her hands. Monica, focused, seems to be waiting for the signal from Lucy to start. Lucy, with her ears completely covered, creates a hearing hole in your cocoon on both sides, turns to Monica and nods confidently. Monica clears her throat one last time. Then, in an almost shouting voice, she starts talking. </n3></b>
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<b><h2><i><monica>"It visits every night, a voyage between life and death. You can't live without it, but you're not alive when it's there. What am I?"</monica></i></h2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you first met Monica, she told you that she uses her technique with rhymes and riddles. But neither at the auction, nor with Laura's virus, you never heard a rhyme or a riddle from her. The Lust energy she added to normal words was more than enough.
Everything in the room trembles, as if hit by a shock wave. Lucy falls to her knees with the tremor. If she hadn't covered her ear with the plug, Monica's riddle would surely have affected her too. Contrary to expectations, this room-shaking riddle fails to lull you to sleep. You are still struggling in the air. Monica frowns at the unaffected black cocoon as she coughs with the pain in her throat. Then she looks at Lucy, looking somewhat desperate, somewhat expectant. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're fixed to the wall, in a very intense state of pleasure. The door opens and shortly after it closes. You couldn't see anyone coming in, but you know it! <b><i>you</i></b> are there! You're trying with all your might to make your voice heard. But even on your best try, you can only moan loudly. The dildo made from Pleasure Latex that touches your tongue makes your job very difficult. Yet you moan without giving up any hope. That's all you can do!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy calmly tells Monica to leave the cell. Once she's alone with you, she moves you to the center of the room. Then she gets right under you and spreads her arms to the sides. Her Latex suit starts to split into thin threads and starts to cover the whole room. With each thread, Lucy's toned body becomes a little more exposed. Meanwhile, with her eyes closed, she speaks briefly to Bellatrix in her mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's only wearing her mask now. Her suit, completely spread out in the room. On her naked back, there is a shifting shadow. The Jupiter symbol slowly begins to change into a sun. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's going to try to extract the Latex embedded in you! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The sun symbol also starts to transform. The curved stripes, extending randomly and in different sizes around the center point, merge and intertwine in harmony. This is the final point she can transform her sun at the moment. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Actually, there is something she could do to the Latex inside you, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for it. Since she has no other choice at the moment, she will try with everything she got!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are fixed to the wall again, but you can't see anything. You feel exhausted and don't know what's going on. You only know that you need <b><i>yourself</i></b> to notice you. You feel much more pleasure than before. And this time you can't even make a sound. Please notice me already! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly you feel an outburst. It spreads all over your body and extends beyond it. You feel like you're drifting, like you're on a slide.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You still don't feel freed from the wall you're stuck to. You still haven't moved at all! This disgusting sleep paralysis-like state continues. But you feel it! You have to push a little harder! Just a little more! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath. Then stretch out your hands in the air. Flying blue wings fill you with peace. You try to touch one that flies right over you, but the wind pushes it further away.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Instead of trying to touch them, you wait with your hands in the air. As you slowly join their dance, you realize that one of them is flapping its wings towards you. It lands on the tip of your index finger and slowly spreads and folds its wings. You've already forgotten the wall you felt stuck to. Maybe it was never there... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wake up with a big jolt. You're in a large double bed. As you look around breathlessly, a familiar voice speaks to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Summer! I've been trying to reach you for days! I couldn't find an opening! Maybe I didn't even want to find it! I don't know! I'm not sure! But I'm so happy to be back! </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>After that incident, we couldn't figure out your condition. I've taken care of my business, and Mistress Lucy has retired to rest. Tomorrow we were going to try to find out what happened to you, but you woke up! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With a small black cat on her shoulder, Lucy bursts in. Summer must have notified her right away. She's wearing regular pajamas, but she's still wearing her Latex mask. It's quite a strange sight. You've never been here at night... At least as $name. She sounds sleepy but more rested than the last time you saw her... you think? You don't remember it very clearly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You think for a moment. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> That's when you remember them. Moon begins to speak in a thoughtful voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> I've tried to check in your mind what you've been through, but all your memories after the first day are almost completely damaged... I can only access a few glimpses and sensations. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You realize that your memories are exactly as they say. The memories of waking up in bed, meeting Lucie and seeing Kyra in the mirror are clear. But from the day after that, your memories are almost non-existent. You seem to vaguely remember a moment when you were out of breath. And you were being forced to swallow pills? You're not sure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy takes your hand in hers and looks at you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>Minka is really upset. She even went a little overboard. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have hurt herself. The next time she sees you, she'll probably give you an exaggerated apology. I wanted to give you a heads up. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer joins in, sounding upset and irritated. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She apologizes to you without even being able to look you in the eye, with her lips pressed together and squeezing the bedsheet in anger. You remember Summer's extraordinarily chaotic dance. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It was a fantastic fight! I couldn't even follow you two with my eyes! Don't worry, I'm okay!</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> All those days as a slave already feel like a bad dream. When you realize this, you feel deeply uncomfortable. This time you won't let this go! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You turn to Lucy suddenly and ask. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Mistress! Do you remember the Succubus who challanged a Lust duel against Brittany in the Jupiter Dormitory? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You pretend for a few seconds as if you don't remember her name. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Um... I think her name was Lucie... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Yes, I remember her.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You exhale a short breath. Suddenly you feel really tense. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Where is she now? Or what is she doing? Do you know anything about it?</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Although she is a little surprised by the randomness of the question, she answers in a casual way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>She is a slave in this dungeon. I offered her a role in a department but she preferred this. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You continue with your breaths deepening. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> And... Do you know which cell she's in, and with whom? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You laugh nervously. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, I just had a dream involving her. I was just curious. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy slowly nods her head. You don't know how convincing you were. But you're sure you don't want to tell what happened, at least not right now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy slowly looks at Summer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Summer's mood looks pretty low. Trying to pull herself together, she picks up her cat and pets it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1> She seems perfectly fine, Mistress. Like I said, I just couldn't feel her. Other than that, she was fine. And now everything appears to be completely fine... Yeah...</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer is slightly disoriented, not sure if she has said the same thing twice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>If you are feeling well, you can return to your room. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Summer jumps in with a voice that sounds determined, even angry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1>I can escort her, Mistress!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy's waiting for your answer. You nod your head in the affirmative and stand up. You don't feel tired at all. And you don't have any trouble walking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Next week, we probably won't be here. Also, I tried to link you to your cell, but I failed. I couldn't reach you. Still, it's your cell. There's no need to rush. I won't insist, but if you know about what happened to you, I'm ready to listen and help.</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You thank Lucy with a smile. Then you all walk out of your cell. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> $name is in your care, Summer. I'm going back to my rest.</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1>Yes Mistress! Have a good rest!</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy, in her cute yellow pajamas, yawns and starts walking down a different corridor from you. Summer stares after her with a slight smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1>She can only sleep in the dungeon on Saturdays. It's comforting just to know that she's here...</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Just started to walk, Summer suddenly stops. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer11.jpg"><b><summer1> Before we leave, I can check the answer to your question you just asked. Lucie's cell and her cellmates... </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Accept it|slaveLastDay(21(check1))]]
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<b><n3> You accept it with excitement and some stress. Then she turns into another corridor and you follow her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>I guess it was never explained to you, but this dungeon's internal system is quite chaotic. Which slave stays with whom is constantly changing. Because this is determined by the level of the slaves. And while each level has its own advantages and disadvantages, over time the slaves have developed a system of their own. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You listen to her, nodding slowly. You seem to remember something about it, but it's all very vague. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>I remember Lucie in particular, both because she turned out to be a former Center member and stubbornly refused to go to the highest level. She seems determined to stay at the second level. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The more Summer talks, the tighter your chest gets. As much as you would like everything you experienced to turn out to be false and be just a bad dream, that doesn't seem to be the case.
You enter a cell. Summer takes a laptop there and types something, muttering quietly. Then she reads a column with her finger. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>This app looks so different. I must not have used it for a long time. Or Kaya is using something different... Anyway... Second level slaves... Hmm, Lets see... Lucie... Cell 246... Her current cellmate... A slave named Kyra, promoted to level two about a week ago. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As she puts the laptop back, she speaks in a careless tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>But as I said, these things are constantly changing. And not too many slaves can stay at high levels for long... Or sometimes they don't stay on purpose... I know how frustrating it can be to have things stuck in your mind from a dream. I hope you're feeling better now. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You smile slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It's fine, thanks! It's not a big deal. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Summer nods understandingly. She probably offered this out of guilt. You can sense that she sees herself as the real reason you ended up in this situation. Oh! Your senses feel much sharper and more accurate.
You stretch out your hand slightly and look at the silhouette rising from the black smoke. Your black wolf stands right in front of you! You kneel down and pet your wolf. It's good to be back!
Suddenly a black cat jumps on your head. You stand up and see Summer waiting for you. As your wolf disappears back into the smoke, you start walking with Summer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You think she's tried to find an answer to your random question because of the guilt she feels. When you leave the cell, you feel strange. You can wander these corridors as you please. In fact, if a Succubus sees you, she will greet you with respect.
Not even an hour ago, you were not allowed to leave your cell. And when you did, you had no control over where you were taken. It hits you to the bone that you're only in this position by chance. Fortunately you're a black wolf. Fortunately, you're a Moon. Without those, you're not capable of standing face to face with Lucy or Summer.
Maybe you'd be in a better place than Kyra. But you certainly wouldn't be here. Your face wrinkles as you remember that Sun and Moon can hear these thoughts. You got used to being the only one in your mind faster than you expected. Otherwise, you wouldn't have realized how much they weighed you down even when they weren't talking. Maybe they do it unintentionally but... They repress <i>you</i>.
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<b><n3> You're wearing the outfit Crow left in your room. The garment looks like it's all fabric but you can feel the Latex embedded in the threads, a rather weak type. There's a strange excitement inside you. </n3></b>
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It's Sunday! You hope not to face any difficulties. Let today be a day ruled only by pleasure! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a long walk, you are at the outer border, a green area that feels endless. You don't know where to go. Maybe you could try the stone structures Crow took you to. It's pretty exposed, so it must be one of the weakest places. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you're thinking about where to go, you hear an excited voice from some distance away. You feel like she wanted to mean something, but in her excitement she could only make a gibberish noise.
When you turn your head, you see a Nun a little away. When she sees that you have noticed her, she smiles and raises her hand and makes sure that you notice her. She wants to say something, but the distance between you is a bit too much for that.
She lifts one side of her skirt with her hand and starts running towards you. This sight is so cute that you find yourself smiling. The moment she's within hearing range of each other, she stops. She doesn't seem to want to scare you. She catches her breath as she adjusts her stockings. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You nod softly. Lena's eyes light up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Ah! I guess you're new! Oh, that's great! First Sunday? </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod again. Lena presses her lips together in delight and takes a few excited steps closer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She brings both hands to the chest and gazes into the distance. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Please excuse my excitement! I just finished my four-week punishment. I'm as lively as I was on my first Sunday. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You want to learn as much as you can about this place. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lena turns her gaze to the ground. She looks a little embarrassed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Well... As you know, we're only allowed to experience pleasure on Sundays. And I may have stretched that rule a bit. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's regaining her excitement. There's a bit of reproach in her voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You want to make her talk more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> That makes her laugh. You must have asked something too obvious.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Everyone here can barely restrain themselves until Sunday. And understandably, they don't want a sinful sister around. They are afraid that I might lead them astray. Because it only takes one sinner to act as a fuse for most of them to become a sinner. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she gets pretty serious. You can feel her Lust at this moment. It feels quite weak and ordinary.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena2.jpg"><b><ange1>Soon, they won't be able to find me even if they wanted to! I could activate my spirit animal! No matter what happens, I will only rise! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can't really take her goals and dreams seriously. It occurs to you that you can control Latex and you realize how special you are. Lucy's inventions, with whom you've become almost friends, are the stuff of someone's long-term dreams.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena2.jpg"><b><ange1> I can teach you some basic things about here. That way, you won't get punished unexpectedly. Some of the punishments are really, really cruel. Though we are treated with relative mercy. The deeper it gets, the higher the punishment. Some of the rumors I hear keeps me awake some nights. You need to be careful!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You realize she's checking out your body. It's a perfect opportunity for you. Not only will you learn something about this place, but you will also fulfill the purpose of the Sunday. You answer with innocent and excited voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'd be very happy, sister! I certainly don't want to be punished! </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Great! Let's take a walk! And you can see the beautiful nature here. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are walking in a slow and calm pace. The view is incredibly beautiful. Lena starts to explain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>I will start from the very fundamentals because newcomers are only told things they should NEVER do. We are The Center! The most powerful formation of our time. Our history goes back a long, long time, but very few know about the details. We are led and protected by a Succubus community, each one powerful enough to rival the gods. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly, completely distracted, she asks excitedly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can see how enthusiastic she is about this. She has a big smile on her face. You'd like to learn a little more about The Center, but you don't want to discourage her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You remember the first day of the academy. Everyone there was able to easily reveal their spirit animal. This place must have been crawling with Succubus weaker than the Newcomers' Dormitory. Lena excitedly gets in front of you and rubs her hands together. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Let's do it! I'm totally used to it by now! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You can feel the weak waves of Lust emanating from her body. She brings both hands together and concentrates. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're looking at what Lena's holding. At first you think it's a big mouse, but no! She's holding a little puppy whose eyes haven't even opened.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lena, with a proud smile on her face, notices your confused look. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your bewildered gaze from the puppy that won't even fill your wolf's mouth to Lena. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Is she gonna mention the Original Crow? You're paying attention to what she's gonna say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>It is said that when she activated her spirit animal for the first time, she also attained a baby spirit animal. If you start with a baby animal, it is said that your potential is destined to the sky. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She releases the little puppy in her hand and exhales deeply. She tries to hide the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>Of course, it is also said that she did that at a very young age and that she was incredibly intelligent. In fact, she would read several books a day and not even get exhausted.
But of course, there are those who say that these are completely made up. I choose to believe it's real, and I don't need to be the strongest anyway. I just need to be strong enough to take on the arrogant ones here! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel her proud eyes on your body again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1>I've spoken a lot about myself. I want to get to know you too, sister! But I'm not too curious about your name or why you're here. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her gaze wanders over your body again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lena slowly lifts her skirt and reveals her white panties. Because of her plump legs, her stockings have slipped down again. She looks pretty seductive.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> I believe that the way to get to know someone is through physical contact! And the best way to start is definitely an introduction spanking.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lifts her skirt all the way up and turns her big ass towards you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> Please spank this fat ass with all your might, sister!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look with delight at the ass pointed at you. You can make her feel stronger than you by spanking her weak on purpose. Or you can teach her to know her place with a little force.
Both options are very tempting but you want to put this weak slut in her place. You want her to know that if you behave in any obedient way, it is by choice, not out of obligation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You decide to apply some strength. With an innocent smile on your face, you approach the ass looking at you. Lena's breathing has already quickened. She is watching you with full attention. You raise your hand slowly and give it a gentle smack. Her ass is very soft and she doesn't protect herself at all. It's obvious that these are just casual spankings. You like to make Lena wait a little bit beforehand.
You still haven't used any Lust but you can hear Lena's soft moans. It's time to give her a shock. Suddenly you pull down her white panties and strip off her top, exposing her big tits.
While there's confusion on Lena's face, you gather some Lust in your hand and with all your physical strength you spank her ass. Lena is momentarily knocked off her feet and lets out a scream full of delight. Your hand landed firmly on one ass cheek and the sound of a sharp smack echoed through the woods with Lena's scream. You'd expect a little more bitterness in her voice, but it seems like you've only turned her on even more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lena wipes a tear from her eye and turns to you with an ecstatic expression. Her voice trembles when she speaks. She is a little tearful, but sadness is not the cause. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> It was the most beautiful spanking I've ever felt in my life. My ass cheek is throbbing from your smack. My legs are a little numb and most importantly, my pussy is dripping wet. You're a gift from God!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She dramatically turns and starts kissing you. Meanwhile, she runs her hands over your body. She acts like she's in a hurry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> I'm so sorry! I lied! Actually, my four-week punishment ends next week. Risking even more punishment, I went out and looked for someone like you in secluded areas. But I want one thing right now! To make love to you after my punishment is really over. Completely free, without worrying about anything. But...</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She covers her face with her hand. She seems to be both trying not to cry and thinking of a way out. She raises her head and holds your shoulder affectionately. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>Don't worry, sister! It's Sunday and being seen with me won't get you in trouble. But I'm not going to put you at risk anyway! It's my naughty mind and my greedy desires that got me into this mess!
I was going to enjoy this day to the fullest and go for a longer punishment, but I'm going to go directly and let a warden catch me! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're a little impressed with her, to be honest. But Crow told you to keep a low profile, so you aren't sure. You'll have to get some more details first. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You grab Lena's cheeks gently and give her a few kisses. Tears continue to fall from her eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lena nods her head in the affirmative. But her desperate expression speaks volumes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> They are not interested in those who come out. But if I try to return back, I'll be caught in an instant. For sinners like me, there are always Latex Wardens on guard. Mistress Medusa's own wardens! There is no hope for me...</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>So the Latex Warden's... You don't know who Medusa is, but things are looking promising, even if just a little. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can definitely make it work but you might attract unnecessary attention to yourself. You want to try this not because you care about Lena. More like you want to test yourself. Worst case scenario, you can change the warden's memory.
Meanwhile Lena is thinking of a way out, even though she told you there is no hope. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> One moment you realize something. You're too much for this place. A situation where a powerless nun despairs should be a piece of cake for you. You'll get Lena to her room and you'll enjoy a Sunday with her next week! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lena explains in a hopeless tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>They are... things that look like Latex outfits and keep the order among us on Sundays. They are only interested in sinners. I don't know if they're alive. I don't know how they see or how they recognize a sinner. They capture you relentlessly and it is impossible to escape them. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can see that it's quite an exaggerated description. But it's normal for her to be terrified of them. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>They won't mind you showing up with me, but if they find out you're helping me in any way, they'll capture you too! You can't take that risk! You can't waste your first Sunday on something like this! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You grab Lena by the waist. Then you passionately bite her lower lip, which is trembling with fear, and slowly suck it. There's no point in lying to yourself, even if you feel a little bad. You couldn't care less about Lena's safety or her future. Right now, you're driven by your curiosity and your competitiveness. And you feel fortunate that this challenge requires keeping Lena safe. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'll try it for you, Sister Lena! Then I'll wait for you until next Sunday. Until then, pleasure is forbidden to both of us! Now please describe this route in detail. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lena explains that there is only one chance that they will encounter only one Latex Warden. But even one is more than enough as she says. You tried to convince her that you could distract the Latex Warden somehow. Yet you can tell she still doesn't think this plan will work. It doesn't really matter what she thinks.
You start walking back on the stone path you were on. Lena seems to know this place really well. After a short while you start moving through the bushes. Lena stops when you see a stone castle in the distance which is not that big. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> This is where they keep sinners like me on Sundays. There's some strange monitoring here. No one checks to see if you're inside. But if you're outside, you're treated accordingly. So there's a challenge, like, "Go outside and enjoy! If you can!" But at the end of the day you have to be inside again!" That was one of the reasons why I got carried away and escaped. Oh! There's the Warden! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're looking where Lena pointed. In the distance, you see a black silhouette walking closer to your side. You can see better what it is the closer it gets. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>At first you thought there was something wrong with your eyes, but you are seeing correctly. It's a walking, empty Latex Suit. You imagined something completely covered in latex with a body inside. The Succubus called Medusa can control Latex? You planned to use Sun's powers to distract it, but it looks like you'll have to control it directly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> After this warden passes, I have to move as the other one approaches. But they can probably see behind them too. I witnessed a capture once. It wasn't fun to watch.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You concentrated on this passing warden, but you felt no control over it and yet you're sure it's made of Latex. Thinking of a way out, you don't notice Lena's self encouraging gasps. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly she gets out of the bush and starts running with full speed. You were startled and snapped out of your thoughts. Lena must have picked a really perfect moment because neither the passing warden nor the approaching warden seems to have noticed Lena. It looks so cute when she tries to run while holding her skirt. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn towards a sound behind you and see a Latex Warden approaching Lena with quick and aggressive steps. Where did that come from? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn your head to Lena in alarm. She's on the ground! And her skirt is covered in dirt! Did she trip on her skirt while running? Panting, she stands up and keeps moving forward. Her ankle must be in pain. Compared to before, she moves much slower and with a limp. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The warden on her way to Lena will pass quite close to you. Meanwhile you are trying with all your focus to at least slow it down, but it seems to be barely effective. With a little more time, maybe you'll be able to get used to it and get a hold on it. But right now you feel like you're trying to hold something that's all oiled up. No matter how much force you apply, you can't feel that grip.
Soon it'll pass you and start moving across the open space towards Lena. Whatever you're going to do, you have to do it while it's still behind the bushes. You still don't feel any control over it. You're feeling really frustrated.
It's very close to you. In a few seconds, it'll pass the bushes! You can't do anything after that! You have to somehow slow it down now! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your initial goal of slowing it down or stopping it by taking it under control has now changed to simply to stopping it. Whatever happens, however it happens, you just want to stop it!
You wave your hand like you're grabbing something in the air and close it. At that moment, the largest black wolf you have ever formed grabs the Latex Warden, biting it on the waist. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Shit! You did everything Crow told you not to do. With panic, you check Lena. She is more than halfway there and moving forward without even looking back. The warden, thrown to the ground by your wolf, stands still. Soon, Lena safely makes it to the castle.
Just before she goes in, she turns around quickly and waves at you. You can tell that she is very tired and excited because the bush she is waving to is not the bush you are in. But you understand her intention. At that moment something catches your attention.
Where is the warden who is walking on the stone path and should be approaching the bush you are in? It should have already arrived and should be getting away by now. You turn your head to the right. The Latex Warden, who should be walking, stands completely frozen. You turn it to the left and the warden, who should be moving away, stays right where it is. The same goes for the warden you just threw to the ground. You need to get out of here!
Your wolf, perhaps twice the size of your normal wolf, comes snarling up to you and you jump on its back without thinking. When you're on the back of your wolf running like the wind, you realize something. You're not even supposed to let this wolf out! Especially when you're wearing prototype hiding Latex... And when you're alone!
Quickly your wolf fades into the black mist and disappears. You thought you slowed down enough, but you haven't. If you hadn't realized it at the last moment, you would have been thrown on the ground, maybe dragged for meters, and you would have hurt yourself. Still, you put too much strain on your knee. Angry with yourself, with the pain in your knee, you make it safely to your room. If Crow scolds you for today, she has every right to. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>In the Center's research department, everyone is working hard. Many experiments going on at the same time, days full of ethical conflicts that perhaps even make the Succubus, dedicated to constant improvement, doubt themselves... Yet progress does not stop. Everyone is minding their own business when one of them startles sharply. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Completely covered in pink latex one, drops all the papers she's holding to the floor. Then, with mischievous giggles, she runs her hands from her neck to her hips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're wearing your nun costume with excitement. Last week you helped Lena get back without getting caught, albeit with some rough edges. Actually, you questioned whether or not to go. After all, you threw a Latex Warden to the ground with your wolf. But if there was trouble, Crow would have sent you a sign. At least that's what you hope for. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You look at yourself in the mirror. It still feels strange to see yourself in this outfit. Realizing that it would feel even stranger to realize that you are used to it, you move on. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It takes much longer to get to the Center than Lucy's dungeon. Everything would be so much easier if you could ride your wolf. Still, you're pretty close to the outer limits of the Center. You're not sure where to find Lena. So you move forward, looking around. You also don't want her to notice that you came from the Academy's direction.
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<b><n3> Lena came into view. She is waiting with her hands folded in front of her. Looks like she hasn't noticed you yet. She's standing still but you can feel how excited she is. There is even a subtle Lust aura surrounding her body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The moment she notices you, she starts running towards you. She takes your hand and you start running together without saying anything. You let her lead you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lena has a big smile on her face. Every once in a while a laugh comes out of her mouth that you could even say is tearful. Her grip has gotten tighter and tighter. Your energy must be affecting her.
You pass by two nuns. One of them has her head on the other's knee and is looking admiringly at the nun who is reading something aloud. You run past them without paying any attention. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you are far enough away from everyone, Lena pulls your body to hers and gently touches your cheek. Your lips almost touch. You can tell that she is much more excited than you are. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your lips meet. She kisses you with great passion. You can already feel her lower body trembling as you caress her legs. You want to make love to her without thinking about anything... </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she runs her hands over your body, she sharply reaches for your legs. Without waiting, she starts lifting your dress and revealing your white panties. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> I didn't get a chance to thank you, sister! I am here today because of you. If you hadn't convinced me to return, I would have turned myself in and would have been punished for weeks...</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> With each kiss, her breathing gets deeper and deeper, accompanied by soft moans. She seems to enjoy it much more than you do. With trembling hands she pulls down your panties.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Holding your legs firmly, she puts her face in your pussy. You can really see that she's been denying herself pleasure for some time. And you're slowly adapting to her heat. She's not bad with her tongue. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>I forbid myself to cum without making you cum first, sister! I'll join in after expressing my thanks to you. What a powerful aura you have! My lips are going numb! I'll stay strong and I won't stop until your pussy soaks me! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's getting faster and faster. Her head movements, her mouth and tongue are so well harmonized that for a moment you feel like losing your balance. You can feel all her horniness in her every motion. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Tightly holding your legs, she eats your pussy like a hungry animal, without moving away from it even for a second. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She's so horny! It's easy to understand that she eats you without really thinking about anything. You're a little jealous of her current state. You put your ass on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Quick tongue strokes, long licks and hands constantly squeezing your ass... Her hot tongue burns your pussy with every stroke. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Besides all that, perhaps what satisfies you the most is the fact that she actually enjoys you this much. It's not because of your energy. It's because she's been fantasizing about you for days. Truly, being desired is a wonderful sensation... </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She slowly rubs your pussy and slowly inserts a finger. While stroking your ass with her other hand, she sticks the second finger in without waiting. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Lust you're radiating should be starting to affect her. But Lena doesn't seem to be affected at all. On the contrary, she's getting hornier, more aggressive. You were worried she couldn't get close to you, like you are a burning furnace. It seems to be going well for now.
The fingers she pulls out of your pussy, she shoves them down her own throat and savors the taste with a deep moan. Then she moves her head closer to between your legs. You sit on her head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She pulls her head back and runs her nails down your leg. You crouch down like her and she gently grabs you by the chin and leans in close. You both enjoy the taste of your pussy. Her lips are completely covered in your pussy juice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She takes off her dress in one move. Watching her big tits swinging turns you on like crazy. Right now her body looks even more perfect than usual. Her hair, which looks even lighter under the sun, gives her an innocent appearance. But you know what a naughty nun she is. She lays down her dress and stares into your eyes as if inviting you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you sit on top of her dress, she grabs you by the cheeks again and kisses you. From the intensity of her breathing and the growl-like moans she makes, it is not hard to tell that her patience is wearing thin. She licks her hand all the way up and puts her hand on your pussy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With her other hand she runs back and forth between your neck and shoulder. She kisses your face occasionally as she pours whispered compliments on you. Her warm breath on your face is a pleasant sensation. She's clearly taken control. Even though it's something you let her do, it's impressive that she's able to manage it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> Oh are you close, sister? Will you be a good nun? You mustn't hold back today. Cum and make me proud!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are very close. She holds you by the neck and pulls you close to her body. Must be trying to make you feel safe. The two fingers fucking your pussy also simultaneously stimulate your clitoris with each thrust. She is clearly experienced at this. Your moans are getting louder. Your eyes are closed and you press your lips together. Now you're too close to hold back.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't help but nod your head and the sharp pleasure spreads through your whole body. She pulls your contracting body even closer to hers. You can feel that the feeling of having all your struggles smothered by her body makes you even more violent. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It was much longer and more intense than usual. The presence of Lena's body makes you feel better as your brain slowly drifts away from the pleasure into clarity. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Seeing her big tits in front of you, you can't resist sucking them and tasting her nipples. Lena seems to be enjoying this. She's looking at you with a mischievous smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>That was my thank you for last week. Now I want to join in this Sunday pleasure! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She gently takes you by the shoulders and lays you on the floor. You can imagine what she wants to do. All you can see is Lena's pussy. What a beautiful sight! You lick her hand and play a little with her pussy first. Your hand gets coated with her sticky pussy juice. It was obvious how horny she was when she was trying to make you cum.
You grab her legs and pull her pussy to your lips. Lena reacts immediately with sweet moans. She puts her hands on your tits and squeezes them firmly. Your tits have gotten pretty big too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a sharp contraction of her lower body. This is followed by a plaintive moan of pleasure. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1> Yes, keep going! I want to cum on your face, sister! Ohh! Your body's magnificent! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly you feel her hand on your pussy. You're still pretty sensitive because you just came. A pleasurable sensation that you can almost call pain burns your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She leans her body back and pushes her crotch forward. Her moans have become more plaintive and her body is highly agitated. She can't decide where to put her arms and hands. She leans down again and plays with your tits. Immediately afterwards she touches her own tits and then wraps one hand around her own throat. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena1.jpg"><b><ange1> This is different... This is very...</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly, she releases a wave of Lust with a loud scream. At that moment she was playing with your nipples and unintentionally squeezed them pretty hard. You let out a cry of pain and your body writhes on the ground. This affects Lena again and she unleashes another wave of Lust. A much more intense one than the last wave. Her whole body is shivering. You haven't stopped licking her pussy and she won't get off. She speaks in a plaintive voice, begging.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lena3.jpg"><b><ange1>Please don't stop! I'm so close, please... </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her words stir you. You want to punish her for the pain she makes you feel with an orgasm that will knock her unconscious. You let go of the energy you're trying to suppress and grip her thighs fiercely to yourself forcefully. Her pussy is completely at your mercy! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can feel her getting closer and closer. Each stroke of your tongue causes her lower body to contract more sharply. The energy she gives off is much more intense than usual and it creates a pleasant sensation on your face. It's also nice to know that you are the reason for Lena's plaintive moans. You gather as much Lust as you can and suddenly you move it into Lena's pussy. A few seconds of your swift strokes are more than enough to make her cum, which was already on the edge. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's cumming! You can't see it, but Lena's eyes shift, she bites her fingers and runs her hands over her body. She rides your face with back and forth motions. If she wants more, then you can't leave this request unanswered! You gather Lust in your hand again and play quickly with her pussy for the second time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> And then you continue to eat her. Lena moans for her life on top of you. She says something, but you can't understand a word. She is crying with pleasure and her consciousness seems to be slipping away. You continue without slowing down. You'll torture her with pleasure as long as she can endure it. You know she loves it! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't know how many times she came, but it must be at least twice. As her whole body spasms, she slowly lets herself go and lies on top of your body. She kisses your inner thigh and slowly draws circles with her hand over your pussy. She talks in a exhausted tone.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>This was among the results you expected. It's admirable that she made it to the end. You gently push her off you and straighten up. Lena lies unconscious next to you with a serene smile. Her expression makes you smile too. She has a really pretty face. It creates a great contrast with the sexiness of her body. You lean over and kiss her perfect lips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When your lips meet, you are struck by a sensation like a weak electric shock. Lena opens her eyes abruptly. She looks around with bewildered eyes, as if she had woken up from a deep sleep. She tries to rise on her arms to sit up, but her trembling arms cannot carry her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> That was the best Sunday of my life, sister Lena. Thank you... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A tiny lie won't hurt. You want to make her feel special. Lena giggles sweetly. You can see that your words embarrassed and flattered her. As she continues to kiss you slowly but passionately, your eyes meet briefly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You both laugh. You don't have to go back to your room yet. And it's really impressive how much she can tolerate your aura. She only lost consciousness for a moment, which is understandable after the many orgasms she's had. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You sit there with her for a couple of hours. Making love a few more times, lots of cuddling and lying down. During the rest times Lena does almost all the talking. You mostly listen, both to avoid blunders and to learn more. She complimented you on everything. You felt good in spite of everything. A compliment feels good, even if it comes from a weak nun.
Fortunately, without you having to say anything, Lena says she has to leave and calls it a day. It is also fortunate that she does not insist on returning with you or seeing where you are staying. It was a really nice Sunday.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lena walks peacefully after perhaps the best Sunday she has ever had. She hums a song and hops along on legs that still haven't quite recovered their strength. Suddenly her vision blurs and everything is spinning. And then she collapses. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lena slowly opens her eyes. She doesn't remember why she is lying on the floor. As she slowly remembers what happened today, she makes sense of why she fainted. She must have been exhausted. And she's still a little dizzy. It would be better to stay on the ground for a while. With a deep breath she inhales the fresh air. She notices the strange high-pitched sound and looks around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her eyes fill with tears and her face tightens up. Last week his eyes weren't even open. It fit in the palm of his hand. Now he's biting and tugging at her skirt to lift her off the floor. She checked on him yesterday. He was still unable to open his eyes. Now he's jumping up and down in front of her. And barking! She takes the little puppy in her hands and embraces it.
She did not lose her faith! She always believed. She always believed he would grow up. It's still tiny. Still in need of protection. But this little puppy means so much to Lena right now. She gently holds him against her chest and hugs him tightly, careful not to hurt him. There is no way she can hold back her tears any longer. She just hugs the little black puppy and cries. That shred of hope she always believed in is now even greater. With great relief, she lies there for minutes, hugging the puppy. She didn't know that having her neck licked would tickle so much. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly all your senses are disoriented and you feel strange. Then you see the colors around you start to fade. As everything in sight gets grayer and grayer, you see a white-haired Succubus walking behind the trees. She seems to notice you but looks around. Then she starts to approach you with a serious expression on her face. This energy, you don't know why, but it is incredibly familiar to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This voice... It's not familiar to you... But still you do recognize it! You can only look at her in shock. Clearly this grayness is caused by her. But it hardly puts any pressure on you. Seeing that her question remains unanswered, she checks her outfit.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> In a very calm and reassuring tone, you hear Moon's voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It is clear that Moon is helping with this action. Your wolf of black smoke dashes towards the white-haired Succubus. She calmly raises her hand and the wolf hangs in the air. Then she leans slightly to the side to look at you. Her eyes and mouth are open, a sad look of shock on her face. Then she starts running at you at full speed and hugs you fiercely. With the impact, you both fall to the ground. She is crying with her head pressed against your neck. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While feeling her energy this closely it suddenly flashes in your mind. One day in Lucy's dungeon, you felt this white energy. But at the time you couldn't reach it because of the barriers. It's the same energy! You're sure of it! But it's also clear that Moon knows her. The sobbing right next to you touches you. You close your eyes and hug her back... </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Another face appears behind Crow. A Succubus you don't recognize, shorter than you and dressed in black. With her pale skin, exaggerated makeup and perfectly done hair, she has a very elegant look. She doesn't get close as Crow. She is studying you with her piercing gaze from afar. Sparrow sniffles and approaches this Succubus. She grabs her gently by the arm and starts tugging her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Tugging Rubi, she puts her in the center with Crow and wraps her arms around them. She smiles like she's taking a photo. Then she quietly asks Crow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sparrow's turning her head back to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon doesn't say anything, but you can understand her feelings through yours. It's rather somber and full of pride... Sparrow moves Rubi closer to you. Sparrow is not as serious as she was at first. She is full of energy and always doing something. This time she's talking to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start staring each other with Rubi. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Rubi stares at you motionlessly. Her gaze grows deeper and deeper, and you start to feel a little awkward. You notice that her eyes are changing color, taking on a shade between white and gray. There is no expression on her face. Seeing her so close, you can't help but think how gorgeous she is. Still, this doesn't lessen the awkwardness of the situation. Accepting that she is not going to initiate the introduction, you timidly extend your hand to her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Rubi remains still, looking deep into your soul. You lower your raised hand back down. Sparrow intervenes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sparrow slowly turns her head to Crow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Crow probably still isn't even sure whether to say it or not. But she pulls herself together and speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sparrow turns her head sharply toward you. Her former cheerfulness has completely vanished.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The fierce looks you get make you a little uncomfortable. All the colors around you are slowly fading into gray. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Crow grabs Sparrow by the shoulders and stops her. You are surprised, even frightened, that Sparrow is this angry. Sparrow furiously looks back at Crow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow gets between you and Sparrow so she can't see you. Then speaks in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The moment she hears this, Sparrow loses her nerve and lunges forward. Crow can barely contain her. She starts shouting at you like crazy. But her words are to Sun. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow><font size = 5>WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! WHO SAID WE WANT YOUR HELP! AND NOW YOU MUST HAVE BEEN EXPECT GRATITUDE, YOU UNGRATEFUL FILTHY BITCH! GET OUT OF OUR LIVES! </font></sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You follow what is happening with mixed feelings. A moment ago Sparrow was screaming like she wants to kill you, now everyone is silent, just watching Rubi sobbing. Crow is talking to Sparrow very quietly. Sparrow seems to have calmed down considerably.
Sun hasn't come out at all. Moon is also calmly watching what is happening. You think it's because of her that you're feeling so calm. Moon must be the reason why you adapt to this chaotic environment like it's normal. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A few minutes later Rubi slowly stands up. Her makeup is a little smeared and her eyes are slightly swollen. She still looks very cute. It also feels weird to see her in such an emotional state. When you were standing across from her, her expressionlessness gave you the illusion that she couldn't feel any emotion. She speaks in a muffled voice as she sniffles.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sparrow smiles softly. Then she starts to pinch playfully Rubi's cheek. She starts slowly at first, but gradually she squeezes harder and harder. However, this only makes Rubi laugh more.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>Yeah, like she said. She has hyper senses and synesthesia. So sometimes communication can be a bit of a... struggle. Especially the initial ones. She can only tolerate my touch, so I'd appreciate it if you don't try to touch her.</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Meanwhile, Sparrow is kneading Rubi's cheeks with both hands. Rubi is laughing sweetly and trying to stop her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>She's not a member. She's a newcomer at the academy. I gave her this outfit to wear on Sundays. Lucy's been taking care of her for a while. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get distracted on your mission. I apologize.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>It wouldn't even distract me because I'd leave the mission and come back right away. So I understand. It's okay, I guess...</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sparrow opens her mouth as if to say something, but the words cannot come out. Closing her mouth, she continues to think about what to say with widened eyes. Just as Crow is about to speak, she interrupts before letting her say anything.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>You know this place messes with my sense of direction! On one side there's a huge academy and on the other there's another huge mess full of nuns and psychos. And on top of that, Lucy moved in here like there's nowhere else left in the world.</sparrow></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>And at that time, there wasn't enough to find my way around.</sparrow></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>I was talking about something and I got a little carried away. I didn't realize her absence, my dear, my sweetheart! We can talk about this later, right? Meaning of my life, isn't that right?</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Rubi starts laughing at Sparrow's embarrassment. With a giggle, Crow walks over to Sparrow and turns to you. Puts her hand on Sparrow's shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Why do you have to protect me from Brittany? What makes you so sure she despises the black wolf? Everyone always assumes she'll kill me the moment she finds out about me. But from what I've seen so far, she's just a cheerful, positive Succubus. Of course, I'm not saying we should tell her because she's always laughing and dancing, but how is everyone so sure? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sparrow exhales deeply. As she runs a hand through her hair, she begins what seems to be a long speech. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>No, I know her. I talked to her. She even told me her story... even if it's a bit brief. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This time your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You review in your mind what you heard from Felicia. That she was chosen as a husk because she was also a black wolf, even though her sign didn't match. That she and Brittany used to be very close friends, but they drifted apart over time.
And you thought it was weird that she could use Latex. Now you can clearly see that Lucy gave her that ability. You still can't remember why Brittany hates the black wolf. One day Felicia was summoned and her body was badly damaged from the transfer. Sparrow calmly interrupts your thoughts. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A structure with no roof and open sides. Around it, lush green grass stretching into infinity. It's not that far from here! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There is someone lying on a large piece of rock. Felicia! Surrounding her are several robed Succubus. You can clearly see how nervous Felicia is. Sparrow is leaning back against one of the pillars, watching everything that's going on. She is the best chance to take things under control in case something goes wrong. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sparrow is just waiting, as only preparations are being made. But suddenly she feels a strange sensation and turns her head to the left. She tries to understand where this feeling is coming from. Just a few seconds later, a huge explosion! It's like a meteorite falling, throwing everyone around, including Sparrow. The energy emanating from Sparrow quickly fills the whole place.
She's so caught off-guard that her mind can't even comprehend what's going on. There's a huge plume of smoke in front of her and and she's lying face down on the floor. Her current thought is that it was Felicia. But the strange feeling that struck her at that moment was not related to Felicia. Her leg hurts a bit, but it's not something she's gonna worry about right now. She gets up as fast as she can and dives into the smoke, all the colours around her fading away. Her ear is still ringing from the explosion.
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<b><n3>She's stunned by what she sees. Felicia lying motionless on the stone. A thick grey liquid flows from her body and slowly coating the ground. There is no one, but before it disappears, a huge whiteness cannot be missed. It's a sight she recognises. It's Brittany's peacock! She can't see what colour it is because all the colours have faded. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>She was not fatally wounded... in fact, her wound was slightly healed. The blood she lost and the condition of the wounds did not match.
We immediately took her to Viper for treatment and soon the situation was under control. But she had two large holes in her abdomen. We think it was caused Brittany's punch, because Felicia refused to speak. Her stomach and intestines were poorly healed. If Viper had healed her completely, she would be in much better shape than she is now. But Brittany somehow managed to prevent that. Felicia's body was never the same after that point.
If Viper had healed her, Felicia's situation would have continued and the transfer would have been tried another time. It is known that Brittany and Felicia used to be very close friends. So at first it was assumed that Brittany did all of this to get her out of this situation.
After a brutal interrogation process, Felicia revealed the truth of the matter. She said that it was actually all about the black wolf and that if anyone other than her had been lying in that stone that day, Brittany would have killed her without blinking an eye. She was indeed spared. But saving Felicia was not what triggered Brittany's actions. It's just a side result that she couldn't bring herself to conclude.</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3>What you're hearing is completely different from what Felicia told you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>These are pretty hard things for Felicia to talk about. As long as you understand that you have to be careful with Brittany, she must have thought it would be enough. Her reluctance to share these details is understandable. Lucy must have respected her decision.</cr></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow><font size = 4>I know it might be considered your power now, but I need you to do me a favor... Please don't enter my head again. Ever! </font></sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It must have felt quite random, but Sparrow approaches you with a smile on her face. She's taller than you. She has a body that's quite thin but feels pretty sturdy. Your face is right on her neck. Slowly you wrap your arms around her back. Your body loosens but you want to snuggle into her a little more. You feel that familiar white energy. You miss her terribly...
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<b><n3> You are startled by the poke in your shoulder and lift your head from Sparrow's neck. You wipe your teary eyes and look. You see Rubi, frowning, standing quite close to you. She poked you with her music player.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/rubi2.jpg"><b><rubi1>I waited long enough, but she didn't leave. You're gonna smell like her now. Why does she hug you so long? Why is she hugging you in the first place? </rubi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Actually, for a long time there was a Succubus group under Sparrow. We can say that this has recently been officialized and a name has been given. A Succubus troupe outside the lines of The Center's general rules. Sparrow takes a keen care of their development whenever she can. Also we had to find a title for her because she refused to be a Higher-up.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sparrow adds in a voice you can hear but not loud. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't understand exactly what she means.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>And I can't stand being around them all the time. I should have realized something was going on when this offer came through. Only those I authorize are allowed to join. But...</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3>"Them" must be the Higher-ups. It's really hard for your perception to follow. You were just having sex with a nun weaker than your arrival state. Crow finishes her sentence. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>But they found a way to allow whoever they wanted in.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sparrow moves restlessly. She looks a bit defensive. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow>I was just helping young Succubuses who were alone and in need of help. My goal was not to build a rebellious mob of uniquely talented individuals... But most of them are quite talented, what can I do... </sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Crow calmly adds. She must be sure this will trigger Sparrow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sparrow raises her arms a little, agitated and reproachful. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sparrow1.jpg"><b><sparrow> Exactly! How can I tell a Succubus from a spy when she's reportedly an orphan? And the spies are placed as a measure to bend the rules they set themselves. They are not causing any trouble at the moment. So I'll recruit a scared young Succubus in need of help, even if she's a spy!</sparrow></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As she spoke excitedly, her energy caught your attention. An energy that is highly complex but not overwhelming. It's not something you can put into words. But her energy is unique and it draws you in.
Rubi gently pulls Sparrow's arm and says something in her ear. You can see Rubi's face is wrinkled and she's having trouble breathing. Sparrow immediately grabs Rubi and you feel a wave of energy gathering under Rubi. A figure starts to form out of a white smoke.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The white smoke under Rubi grows bigger and bigger and takes the form of a white horse. As it rose, it gently placed Rubi on its back. Sparrow hops on the horse and starts riding towards the Center. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As they ride off, the trail they leave behind looks as if it has been painted gray. Knowing that you didn't quite understand what was going on, Crow explains in a relaxed tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>It's not a big issue. Rubi is highly sensitive to environmental stimuli. If it was really serious, Sparrow would ask me to take her.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You were surprised by the white horse that came out of nowhere. You thought her spirit animal was a sparrow. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Crow nods slowly as she stares at the gray traces that are starting to fade. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> So her spirit animal is... Horse? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/crow3.jpg"><b><cr>Horse must be a recent addition. She's similar to you in that regard. She can control spirit animals and replicate them to make her own. It would not be appropriate for me to tell you more.... Try not to draw attention to yourself, okay?</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She throws something into the air. When your eyes shift to the small piece of stone rising in the air, you quickly lower your gaze back down, but Crow has already disappeared. The stone falls to the ground. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You walk in and Ella notices you. She stands up after seeing you. You can feel her trying to intensify her Lust energy. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella2.jpg"><b><ella> I'll tell you up front, I'm only doing this because Aunt Lucy asked me to.... Oh! I mean Mistress Lucy! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>So Lucy is her aunt. It explains Lucy's patience with her. Ella starts to undress and looks at you with a cocky smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella3.jpg"><b><ella> Being a Mars is a privilege. If it was something you could copy, everyone would do it. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You don't respond to her words. You get a little annoyed but you don't want to bother with her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She pulls down her panties and shows off her average-sized penis. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella3.jpg"><b><ella>This huge thing is nothing but a dream someone like you. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're getting angry. You try to take it easy because you've already seen that she's an idiot, but she doesn't make it any easier for you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A fake smile appears on your face. A smile of annoyance. You approach Ella with slow steps and grab her balls firmly. Then you lean into her ear and whisper.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> If you speak any more, that little stick will lose its balls. I don't exactly thrill to be here either.</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella lets out a moan of pain and pleasure and grabs you by the shoulders. At first she wants to push you away, but then she realizes it's not a good idea. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella2.jpg"><b><ella>Okay, okay, okay, ahh! I'm sorry, please let go! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You release your grip and Ella takes a few panicked steps back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella2.jpg"><b><ella>Okay, we can start, but my hair looks bad. I'll do my hair and wear something more comfortable. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Looking at the floor, she goes to the wardrobe and starts to prepare. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She poses in front of the mirror and gives strange glances. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella4.jpg"><b><ella>Hmm... I think I'm ready... Heels didn't quite fit this look. Maybe I can put on my white knee socks. I look so cute in those. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Finally she turns to you. She has a serious look on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella>All right! If we're going to try this, there are some things I need to inform you about. Aunt Lucy also assisted me with some of the details. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She starts to explain as she puts on her white socks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella>First of all, it may not work on the first time. If you feel sick, we'll stop there and continue later. If it works, you may experience dizziness, nausea, irregular Lust activity. There's even a risk of fainting. She said I should let you figure out how to do it. She mentioned instinctive things, I don't remember much. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She stands up and walks to her bedside. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> It's better to do it right next to the bed. If you faint, you won't get hurt. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She seems to soften up after your warning. You approach Ella and you start to focus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella seems to be focusing, too. Every time she exhales, she radiates more and more Lust. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> She said my Lust intensity matters too. That's why I haven't ejaculated in a while.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your breathing speeds up. You focus on the energy she radiates. Soon you begin to feel that this energy stimulates you most between your legs.
You're getting used to it. You can't help the little moans that escape your mouth. You notice that Ella's crotch is slowly starting to sway. Her eyes are closed and she is struggling not to moan. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> I-Is it workingg? Focus completely between your legs. Imagine that tasty penis hanging out, the balls filling my mouth! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Unable to restrain herself any longer, she lets out a loud moan and wraps her arms tightly around you. Then she realizes what she has done and immediately backs off.
Your legs are shaking. You feel a pleasure different than usual. You lose your balance for a second. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You support your body with your hands and keep your balance. What you don't know yet is the thing sticking out between your legs.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel extremely horny but at the same time tired. Ella starts to laugh. You can hear the exhaustion in her voice. She throws herself on the bed and tries to catch her breath. You can see she's hard. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella>She didn't say I'd get tired too. It really worked! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Someone is talking in your aching head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Congratulations! But you have to cum immediately. I'll help you a little.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel better, but as you get less tired, your horniness grows more and more intense. You can't believe your eyes when you get up. You have a huge cock!</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your muscles are cramping. Your cock feels like it's going to explode and your head still hurts. Your hand goes to your penis and you start stroking it slowly. It's a sensation you're not used to. All the pleasure comes from the monster in your hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> So... I suppose you need to cum urgently righ...</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her voice cuts out and she starts masturbating too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Both of you are moaning sensually. Now you are up to speed and you can feel that the finish line is close. Ella is on her knees stroking her penis, watching you with close attention. You hear Ella's voice as getting closer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You quickly stand up and aim your cock at Ella, while stroking it rapidly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are getting closer and closer. Your penis feels like it's on fire. Every movement, every touch you make increases your pleasure. This pleasure is still almost entirely centered on your penis. You can't resist any longer. When you reach the point of no return, you stroke it with all your strength. You're cumming on Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As your cum rains all over her, Ella starts to cum. Her butthole is pulsating as she cums all over her cute white socks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sit down and try to catch your breath. Now you're only tired, but you've tasted a pleasure you've never experienced. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella sits up slowly. She recovered much earlier than you. She rubs her hand on her leg and scoops up the all cum she can. Then she licks her hand clean. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> I apologize for everything I said. Maybe next time, we can try to enter the Mars Dormitory. I am free on Sundays.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You didn't quite understand what she said. Your brain is still too busy with what just happened. When you look between your legs, you see that your cock has disappeared. It was probably Moon's help that made it so big. Yet you feel that with time you can reach those sizes yourself.
After cleaning up, you go over to Ella, who is sitting a little embarrassed, and start kissing her. You're curious about the taste of your cum.
She's definitely not the dominant type. She lied to Lucy but Lucy didn't want to upset her. Then maybe you can help her to find and accept her true self. After getting dressed, you head to your room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella welcomes you in a revealing black dress. She looks at you with that strange smile filled with confidence. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She walks confidently past you and heads out into the corridor. You exhale and start following her, hoping she won't cause any trouble. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You reach Ella, who is walking with a bit exaggerated movements. She's not fast because of the heels. When you focus on her Lust energy it feels pretty stable and strong. She's a little hard to predict. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> Mars Dormitory runs a bit differently. It is the only dormitory with two headmistresses. It is a place with some dilemmas and conflicts within itself. It was expected that in time a single headmistress would be elected, but on the contrary, sides became more and more separated.</ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What is this separation about? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella doesn't seem to know how to explain it properly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>Umm... I'd say it's basically about whether a Mars should be dominant or submissive... But there are many opinions on this. You'll understand better when you see it. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You reach the Mars barrier. This barrier feels very different from other barriers. It's like looking at a door with a unique key entry.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel small fluctuations in Ella's Lust energy as you examine the barrier. When you look, you see that she has her hand on her chest, breathing slowly in and out in a controlled manner.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Is something wrong? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You come in front of the barrier and start focusing. You put your hands on the barrier with a bulge forming on your crotch. When you realize that your hands are passing to the other side, you step inside. You're very glad that nothing went wrong.
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<b><n3>You are walking towards the dormitory. As you approach the door, you are blocked by a smiling Succubus. She greets you with a very thin white dress and a penis hanging from her skirt. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella interrupts her dramatically with her hand outstretched. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Her smile fades and she straightens her dress trying to cover her penis. Yet the dress is so thin that you can still see it. She seems to want to respond but she can't find the courage to do so. Finally, she bows her head and walks away. You're staring at Ella in surprise. That's so... Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It's good to know after I get in. Thanks! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you step inside, you are greeted with a wide area. On the right and left there are stairs leading up. There are a lot of Succubus walking here and there and no one seems to be paying attention to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then a sound comes from your right. You turn your head and you see the Succubus coming down the stairs. At first you think she's wearing a strap-on, but no, this is real. It looks rock hard. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as she reaches for your arm and pulls you up, you are grabbed by both wrists and dragged to the other side. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Once you get upstairs, the two Succubus leave and you stay with one of them. She puts her hands in front of her and greets you respectfully. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Probably because you are not a Mars, this polarization doesn't feel very serious to you. You feel out of things and irrelevant. So you want to spend time with both sides and see both aspects. And you don't even know what it's about. Kasey starts walking in front of you and you follow her. </n3></b>
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<b><hi1> They'll ask you when you come here next year. Which side would you like a room on. This part is run by Headmistress Natalie, other is Headmistress Mariana. Actually, they both have an equal say, but over time there has been a sharing. You probably already know all this, but I have to explain it anyway. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><hi1> As you know, this is not tolerated on the other side. They argue that a Mars should only use her penis to penetrate and be the decision maker. We believe in freedom! She can choose to have a penile orgasm for the rest of her life or use a chastity cage if she wants. We have room for everyone here as long as they don't belittle someone else's personal preferences. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><hi1> Headmistress Natalie has had the upper hand for a while now. Soon we may be down to one Headmistress. Rumor has it that because of Headmistress Brittany, Headmistress Natalie is not progressing as much as she should.
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Kasey, time's up. You probably tell boring stories about paintings or sculptures... Nobody cares. I can't find Carla, so I'm taking over the tour. I'll show her the common areas. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><hi1> No, I don't tell stories like that anymore, and my time is not up because I don't have a set time DOMINIQUE! </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Dominique smiles in amusement. She must enjoy making her angry. She gets serious again and continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Your time is up because you stole her from Carla. Both sides have a turn. You know that, and you're still being a dick about it... A little one... Get it ? Your dick is sma... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><hi1>Ugghhh! Shut up! I'm not stealing anything. There's nothing that determines who goes first... And I'm acting accordingly. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Dominique smiles mischievously again and gently grabs the hem of her skirt. Kasey exhales deeply with frasturation. She seems to know what's coming. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She slowly lifts up the skirt of her dress and reveals her huge cock. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You should have known that such a nerve-racking argument could only take place between siblings. Kasey drops her shoulders in frustration. </n3></b>
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<b><hi1>Okay... Just get out of here. Take care of... Oh I forgot to ask your name... I have a terrible memory for names anyway. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kasey starts to walk away slowly, exhausted. You are interested in hearing the arguments of the other side after what you heard. You felt very well that Kasey was biased. You glimpse into her mind, but she fully believes what she says and knows nothing else important. You start following Dominique.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dominique prefers to walk next to you. She seems to be a bit of a mischievous type who says what she thinks without a filter. You return to the entrance gate. Dominique turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Without waiting for an answer, she taps you on both shoulders from the side and grabs your arms and shakes you gently. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> Damn! You're really good. I bet you have a huge one... Anyway, let's go! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you continue straight from the entrance, you realize how large this dormitory is. It gets wider and wider and you can easily get lost on your own. First stop is the dining hall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> t's a huge space. Nothing is separated by lines, but as soon as you enter you can see that this place is also separated in the middle. When you turn to your left, you see sweet clothes, more feminine bodies. A faint but sweet Lust energy is coming. The energy coming from your right side is far from sweet. It is aggressive and reactive. Dominique crosses her arms in front of her and leans against a column, watching the Succubus walk by.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> I can imagine what Kasey told you. Our side is a bit rougher. You could even call it a hierarchy, where the stronger earns visibility and respect... But I love one thing very much... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wait for more, but she is silent. You can feel that she's a much stronger Succubus than Kasey. You see someone approaching you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This is a Succubus with a gigantic penis approaching to you in a thin, red robe. Slowly, she takes off the robe that doesn't cover her front and puts it on her arm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dominique takes a step forward. She grabs her own penis through her dress and swings it carelessly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> If you have a complaint, you can report me. I will enjoy reading what you write about me, don't worry. And yes, when the two headmistresses are absent, I am the Succubus in charge. So you better watch how you talk. </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>This tour thing is fake. They just want us to shit on the other side. You should join our side next year because the other side is full of demons... It's like we are perfect... Fuck this! Once I find Carla... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes a few steps forward. You see her looking at one of the tables in confusion. Two familiar faces are sitting at that table. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> First you don't understand where she is going. As you follow Dominique, you realize which table you are heading towards. As you approach a table in the back, to the right side of you, you get a clear view of Ella chatting with someone. This is the Succubus who comes down the right staircase and tries to grab you when you enter the dormitory.
Dominique walks fast and with big steps, without paying attention to who she bumps into. The Succubuses she bumps into, first angrily look around, but when they see who bumped into them, they return back to their business. Just as Carla is bursting into laughter, she meets Dominique's eyes and stands up in fear.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dominique turns her gaze to Ella, who is sitting. Ella waves her hand in greeting to Dominique as she drinks her beverage through a straw. You're thinking, "Is this Ella's first visit here, too?" Ella cheerfully intervenes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Dominique lets out a laugh. Her attempt to protect Carla is pure and sweet. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> You got tours from both sides... Sort of. With this stamp, we will make it official. So you can wander around and spend your time here without drawing attention to yourself. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>So that's why everyone could tell you are new. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> You only got a tour from one side. After both sides complete...</mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1> If you say so... Okay! Let's stamp you both. Let's go somewhere safe first. It might be a bit dangerous to do that here. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella quickly turns her head to you and looks back. Then, with a fake smile, she steps forward and pulls up her dress. She must be buying you time to grow. She smiles with her sweet erect penis behind her black lace panties. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Carla pulls Ella's panties down and applies the stamp to her crotch. The stamp glows bright pink and disappears after a moment. You didn't pay attention to what symbol it was. All your focus is still between your legs. Then Carla slowly approaches you.
You just need to show that you have a penis, but you might have gone a bit overboard. You feel very sensitive. Like one touch is enough to make you explode. You slowly pull down your panties but a big surprise greets everyone. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Just as I thought. Very impressive for a newcomer. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You couldn't hear Dominique's compliments. You're too busy trying not to cum. As Carla is about to stamp, your cock gets in the way and Carla pushes it aside. That's not good. You know this feeling. Now you're at the beginning of a pleasure wave you can no longer block. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start squirting uncontrollably. As the pleasure you feel starts to fade, you instinctively grab your cock and start stroking it rapidly. A second wave of pleasure begins to spread through your body. It's as if you've had two orgasms in a row. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you recover, you notice Carla, whose face is completely covered in your spunk. Maybe normally you'd be embarrassed, but you feel exhausted. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>You're not used to the ambience here yet. It's normal. It's nothing new for newcomers to be extra sensitive. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella interrupts, fascinated by all this. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaRight"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>M-Mistress, I can help her clean up. </ella></b></div>\
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>That would be nice. If you have a cloth or a handkerchief with you... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Without listening to Dominique, Ella lifts Carla by her shoulders and puts her against the farther wall. Wasting no time, she starts licking her face. Afterwards, she shares what she collected in her mouth with Carla and they begin to kiss passionately. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Huuh! That's one way. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As the sexual tension builds in the room, there is a knock on the door and a Succubus appears. A Succubus in pink dressed like Kasey.</n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Mistress Dominique, Mistress Sara asked me to inform you that she would like to speak with you."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Dominique rolls her eyes and turns towards the door. She calls Carla, and Carla gives Ella one last kiss and heads for the door. She has to walk in front of you on her way to the door. When you notice this, your breathing speeds up and you get excited. </n3></b>
[[Kiss Carla|marsVisit17]]
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<b><n3>When Carla comes in front of you, you grab her still wet chin and turn her face towards you. Carla clearly wasn't expecting it, but she immediately adapts. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Dominique clears her throat as your hand slides down and Carla quickly moves away from you. Once they are both out, Ella slowly approaches.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After Dominique and Carla leave, Ella slowly approaches you. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>I think I forgot to tell you what we came here for... </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You realize she just came while kissing. She's still trying to recover. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> We're gonna reduce the Mars Dormitory to one Headmistress. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look at Ella with confused and disbelieving eyes. Ella giggles. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> Of course not right away. It'll take a while. We need to blend in, make sure of some things and take action. Aunt Lucy will take the lead but she said you're the second in charge.
Since I'm your guide, I'm actually second in command, but I didn't say anything to her, so please you don't either. There are a few other little things, but I don't think now is the time. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she starts wiping her face with a handkerchief. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>In the heat of the moment it all feels hot, but when you calm down it's a bit disgusting to be honest. </ella></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Is this your first time here too? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella stops for a moment and calmly continues to wipe her face. She answers you as she starts to fix her hair. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> Yes. I had some... hesitations. I passed the barrier and approached the dormitory a few times, but I was unable to enter... Maybe a few dozen times.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She changes the subject.</n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> It is almost impossible for a non-Mars newcomer to cross that barrier. That's why no one looked at you suspiciously. And your sign is in an easily concealable place. Please make sure your sign is hidden. We can leave now. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She opens the door and waits for you.</n3></b>
[[Continue|marsVisit19]]
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>I think I forgot to tell you what we came here for... </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You realize she just came while kissing. She's still trying to recover. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> We're gonna reduce the Mars Dormitory to one Headmistress. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You look at Ella with confused and disbelieving eyes. Ella giggles. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> Of course not right away. It'll take a while. We need to blend in, make sure of some things and take action. Aunt Lucy will take the lead but she said you're the second in charge.
Since I'm your guide, I'm actually second in command, but I didn't say anything to her, so please you don't either. There are a few other little things, but I don't think now is the time. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she starts wiping her face with a handkerchief. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>In the heat of the moment it all feels hot, but when you calm down it's a bit disgusting to be honest. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She hands you a handkerchief and you get cleaned up too. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Is this your first time here too? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella stops for a moment and calmly continues to wipe her face. She answers you as she starts to fix her hair. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> Yes. I had some... hesitations. I passed the barrier and approached the dormitory a few times, but I was unable to enter... Maybe a few dozen times.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She changes the subject. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella>It is almost impossible for a non-Mars newcomer to cross that barrier. That's why no one looked at you suspiciously. And your sign is in an easily concealable place. Please make sure your sign is hidden. We can leave now. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She opens the door and waits for you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're chatting on the road. Mostly she talks... </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella6.jpg"><b><ella> I was a bit scared at first. I'm responsible for your safety you know that! And you saw what Carla looked like. She's pretty intimidating. A few Succubus tried to approach me when she was giving me a tour, but Carla scared them off. Then we went for a drink and time flew by. She gave me some tips on how to be more intimidating. I was trying her tactics before you arrived, but I'm not very... Successful at the moment.
She's very strong. She hurt my arm a little, but then she apologized. She said she was afraid I'd be taken by the other side. Isn't that sweet...</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You've only reached the entrance to the Mars Dormitory. It will be a very long walk. </n3></b>
<b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b>
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<<set $futa to 5>>\
<<set $energy to 0>>\
<<set $lust to 0>>\
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<b><n3>The entrance to the dormitory is not very wide, but you know that it gets wider and wider as you continue straight ahead. There are two stairways rising to the right and left. The Lust energy emanating from the two sides is very distinct. You can see Succubuses around, waiting for newcomers. Now that you have been stamped, you are not a prime target, but they are probably aware that you are still a newcomer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[You Notice a Familiar Face|bully1]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[You Notice Ella|firstmission1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Excited Footsteps|cake1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[There Is A Crowd Again|elladuel1]] </n3></b>
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<<if $cakeeaten === 1 and $MarsNextWeek === 0 and $day === "Wednesday">>
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<b><n3>[[Someone Is Blocking Your Way|realprey1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Someone Is Running At You|reward1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[You See A Crowd Again|headDebate1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Look For Sara|sara1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You were just passing the time in the Mars Dormitory and suddenly two Headmistresses appeared! You started to watch with curiosity what was going on. </n3></b>
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<center><b><k1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</k1><mi1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</mi1></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a> <a data-passage="mainCampus"><img src="img/places/menu/campus2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%" ></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> You feel a gentle, docile energy on this side. Still, it would be wise to remain vigilant. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>An aggressive and powerful Lust energy blows over you like a strong wind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see two Succubus carrying something huge. It's a large painting. You are watching the painting being carefully mounted on the wall. It's a painting of a Succubus you don't recognize, who looks very beautiful and elegant. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After mounting the painting, two Succubus take a few steps back and stare admiringly at it. </n3></b>
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<b><b1> "Our Headmistress looks breathtaking. That's a painting worthy of her." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><summer1>"I can't stop myself from staring."</summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It starts to attract the attention of the Succubus around and a crowd starts to form in front of the painting. Those who glance at the painting stare at it like a butterfly caught in a net. It gets your attention too and you slowly move to the back of the crowd. While everyone is admiring and praising the painting to each other, you examine it a little.
It looks really amazing. It's has the realism of a photograph but at the same time the vibrancy of an oil painting. But something is bothering you. There's a different energy emanating from the painting. It orders you to look at it and admire it. The more you're exposed to it, the more certain you become. This painting is definitely not normal. It's not strong enough to keep you under its influence. But you still feel like looking a little more.
After a few minutes you feel that this effect starts to fade. It's not just something you feel. The crowd that has gathered is also slowly starting to disperse. You take one last look at the picture and walk away.
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<b><n3>You see a crowd in the hallway. As you get closer, you realize that a few Succubuses are arguing and others are watching whats happening. You recognize one of the Succubus standing in the center. It's Dominique, who gave you the tour of the dorm. A Succubus stands behind her, looking scared, while Dominique is arguing loudly with the Succubus in front of her. Most of the Succubus here are very tall, so you can't see what's going on very well, but you follow it as much as you can. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Drop your ridiculous rules Sara! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Dominique speaks in a very calm and controlled way. Sara responds by shouting. </n3></b>
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<div class="SaraRight"><b>Sara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr>You're ridiculous! Idiots like you are the reason we're falling behind! </cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The Succubus behind Dominique, crying and apologizing non-stop. Sara steps forward as Dominique tries to calm her down. But Sara slides backwards as if pushed by an invisible wall, or pulled by an invisible rope. Dominique puts on her wry smile. She lifts her dress and waves her huge penis.</n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Back off! Know your place! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can tell she's trying to annoy Sara. Looks like it worked. Sara's energy is starting to change. She's furiously trying to take her pants off, but her erect penis gets in the way. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Things got very tense. While everyone is watching closely, a calm voice interrupts. </n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<b><a1>Girls! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|debate2]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Everyone freezes. All heads turn to where the sound is coming from. It came from somewhere behind the far side of the crowd, away from you. The Succubuses standing there immediately move aside and you can clearly see who talked.
It's a Succubus calmly eating pudding. Her massive cock, sticking out of her pink polka dot shorts, is resting on the table where she sits.</n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1> Calm down and head to the dining hall. It's pudding day. Or I'll fuck you all until you forget your names!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> There is complete silence. After a while Sara timidly raises her hand and asks for a word. The sitting Succubus nods as she eats her pudding. </n3></b>
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<div class="SaraRight"><b>Sara</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr>Umm... Headmistress Mariana. There's something Dominique and I can't settle. Who's in charge while Headmistress is absent? Dominique insists that...</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sara is interrupted. </n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1>I'm here right now, aren't I? Why didn't you come to me? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She yawns, being careful not to spill the pudding. </n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1>I've already been dealing with bullshit for days. And I can't even eat a pudding in peace after waking up. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> All the Succubuses there apologize in one voice. Mariana finishes her pudding in no hurry and stands up.</n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1> Sara, you still don't understand... Anyway, follow me to my room. I want an explanation of what happened. </a1></b></div>\
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<div class="content">\
<b><n3> She turns to a random Succubus in the crowd.</n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana1.jpg"><b><a1> Bring three puddings to my room... Actually make it four... Five. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sara, Dominique and the crying Succubus starts to follow Mariana. After Mariana leaves the scene, a few Succubus begin to breathe deeply. It looks like they've been holding their breath all this time. Actually, Mariana wasn't giving off any intense or intimidating energy, but you could see how everyone was afraid of her. In a short while, everyone quietly disperses. Clearly this side is much more dangerous. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In the distance you see Ella walking in a white, thin dress. She notices you and takes big steps towards you and greets you with a smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella> Hellooo!!! Have you gotten used to this place? I loved it!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You answer, but she is swaying gently as she hugs herself peacefully. You don't think she heard what you said. Then she continues excitedly.</n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella> There's some news from Aunt Lucy. She said... No need to rush. Let her get used to the atmosphere and adapt. Also, you better make lots of friends. She said it will be very useful in the future. She also said it would be better if we don't be seen together in public too much.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Someone from the left side rushes down the stairs. Then she runs to Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The moment Ella notices this, her posture and expression changes. She clears her throat and waits for the approaching Succubus to arrive. Then she continues with a serious tone. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella8.jpg"><b><ella>Yeah, that's about it. I'll let you know if I hear something. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Succubus, watching Ella admiringly, loudly interrupts. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/ella/firstmission/kiana1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="50%">
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1>What are you doing, Ella? Who is this, your friend? She smells so good! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella continues, ignoring the question. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella8.jpg"><b><ella> This is a fan of mine. I think her name was Kiana.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana laughs genuinely. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1>I'm not her fan. I'm trying to be friends with her but she kinda ignores me. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While laughing, she makes eye contact with you and freezes. She has a highly energetic and horny aura. She reaches out her right hand and takes your right hand. She pulls herself a little, grasps it in both hands and starts to shake up and down.
It may look like a normal handshake from the outside, but you can feel from Kiana's Lust energy how horny she is. She looks at your hand, waving it like she's hypnotized. She lets go of your hand with a deep breath. You let her hold your hand because you were sure she meant no harm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella plays with her hair, striking a proud pose. You can hear the same pride in her voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella9.jpg"><b><ella>I recently won my first duel and got a direct invite from <i><font size="3">Natalie</font></i>. She almost begged me to choose her side for the next year. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lowered her voice when she said Natalie. Kiana is yelling in a soft voice.</n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1> It's Headmistress Natalie! The Headmistress Natalie!!! It wasn't as direct as she said, but she's already making a name for herself! We should celebrate this victory! Don't be stubborn. Which dessert do you want? </k1></b></div>\
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella9.jpg"><b><ella> Shut up! I don't like sweets. And even if I did, I wouldn't accept it from someone on your side!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You actually witnessed the event Ella is talking about, but she doesn't seem to know about it. She really made them desperate and won, but the things she said with Natalie are blatant lies. Kiana turns to you with excitement.</n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1> She really made them cum in one move! A newcomer, two Succubus from here, in one moveee!!! Everyone is talking about Ella on our side. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella smiles proudly as she plays with her hair. The atmosphere suddenly changes. Kiana radiates an energy burning with desire, showing no signs of aggression. You see her looking at Ella's hands. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1>Without even needing to touch them... </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She's taking control of herself again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her face becomes a little grim and thoughtful. She turns to you and speaks in a very gentle voice. She seems to be aware of what she's doing. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana2.jpg"><b><k1> I'm really sorry. I've always been into hands. I have a hard time controlling myself sometimes. I want to visit the Saturn Dormitory, but I'm... kinda scared. It's actually... </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana can't finish. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She calls Kiana as she starts to walk away. </n3></b>
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<div class="EllaLeft"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella10.jpg"><b><ella>Kiana! We're leaving! See you later $name, take care. </ella></b></div>\
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana1.jpg"><b><k1> Okay, Ella! I'm coming!!! See you later, $name!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She follows Ella with joy. Her energy is really unique. It is remarkable how she can radiate such intense energy without showing any aggression. And when you consider that she's constantly trying to suppress herself, it gets even more interesting. You feel this won't be the last time you see Kiana.</n3></b>
<center><b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b></center>
[[Return|MarsDormitory]]
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<<set $kiana to 1>>\
<<set $ellaMission to 1>>\
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<b><n3>You see three Succubus leaning against the stairs on the right. Ella is chatting with two Succubus. At first you wonder if they are bullying her, but no, they are having a normal conversation. They got your attention because of their loud laughter. You start to observe a bit from your spot.
Shortly afterwards, Ella stealthily points her hand towards the opposite staircase. She extends her index and middle finger, as if imitating a gun. When you look where her fingers are pointing, you see a Succubus walking up the stairs. As the smile grows on Ella's face, her fingers lock on the Succubus, then begins to follow her slowly. Immediately afterwards, Ella's hand is thrown back with a small recoil. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus on the other side suddenly stops and bends down a little. Then she starts to cum, moaning loudly. Her sweet little penis squirts cum on the floor repeatedly. Drowning out her moans, Ella and her friends laugh loudly again. After her ejaculation is done, poor Succubus tries to climb the stairs with trembling legs. She couldn't even dared to look on the other side. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You couldn't figure out how she did that. Because you couldn't feel any Lust energy coming out of Ella's hand. While you're thinking that, there's a voice again. This time an angry voice. From the left side, two Succubus are approaching Ella and her friends in anger. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Hey, knock it off! You morons!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella's friends, leaning against the stairs, immediately stands up and take big steps towards the approaching Succubuses. Ella nervously follows her friends a few steps behind.
They both come to the borders of their sides and face each other. You can see how often this happens by the reaction of those around you. Immediately a large circle forms around them and they start to watch what is going to happen. With curiosity, without interfering in the center ones affairs.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A heated argument ensues. As both sides hurl insults at each other, one of the Succubus from the left turns to Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><b1> "Why are you with these vandals, newcomer? A cute and pretty Mars like you should be with us." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Having said this, she is interrupted and forced to continue her insult-filled argument. Just two sentences said in passing, with good intentions. Ella's face starts to twitch and her breathing accelerates, but maybe only you notice it.
After a couple of seconds Ella starts walking furiously and gets in front of her friends. She swings her hand in anger, in the middle of the two sides. Her voice is a little forked. </n3></b>
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<div class="balloon right">\
<div class="EllaRight"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella>You're cute and pretty, you FUCKING SISSY!!! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Did she take those words as an insult? After Ella swings her hand, the two Succubus in front of her stops and their lower bodies starts twitching. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Like the Succubus on the stairs, they start cumming uncontrollably. You didn't feel a Lust flow from Ella again. Laughter and cheers start to erupt from the crowd watching on the right. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As the enthusiastic crowd spoils Ella, the noise gets louder and louder. A Succubus steps forward from the crowd on the left. She calmly walks over to the Succubuses, who have ejaculated in shame. The noise decreases with each step of this Succubus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You have felt this Lust energy before. Dressed in a black striped dress and with her small penis caged exposed, she approaches the two Succubus who are trying to recover from that ejaculation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets in the middle of the two and squats down slowly. Then she scoops up the cum dripping from the tip of their sensitive dicks and stands up. She approaches Ella with slow steps. They're almost same height. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You saw this Succubus when they hung her painting. She's one of the two Headmistresses of the Mars Dormitory, Headmistress Natalie.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Natalie brings her right hand closer to Ella and slowly slides her fingers into Ella's mouth. Ella's not showing any reaction. She stares at Natalie, locked, with a hand in her mouth. Natalie finally speaks. Her voice is very soft and gentle. </n3></b>
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<div class="NatalieLeft"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie1.jpg"><b><missT1> She was complimenting by calling you cute and pretty. You don't have to get angry. </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes her hand out of Ella's mouth and runs her fingers over her lips. </n3></b>
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<div class="NatalieLeft"><b>Natalie</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/natalie1.jpg"><b><missT1>Delicious, isn't it? You don't have to demonize us. We're all Mars. But on our side there are no absurd restrictions, only freedom and pleasure. Take that into consideration when you make your choice next year, okay? </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Before she leaves, she caresses Ella's rosy cheek and elegantly walks away. She feels like a garden of daisies with a tremendous fragrance. There's something different about her Lust energy. Just by being present, she can put weaker Succubuses in a kind of trance. You can see that everyone watching is much calmer. You feel kinda relaxed and strange too.
The crowd begins to disperse and return to their normal activities. A Succubus arrives to mop the floor and Ella's friends take her away to rest. This dormitory really has its own patterns.</n3></b>
[[Return|MarsDormitory]]
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<<set $bully to 1>>\
<<set $MarsNextWeek to 1>>\
<<set $kiana to 0>>\
<<set $cake to 0>>\
<<set $cakesmell to 0>>\
<<set $whyspecial to 0>>\
<<set $youfirst to 0>>\
<<set $eatcake to 0>>\
<<set $caketruth to 0>>\
<<set $cakerejected to 0>>\
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<b><n3> You hear rapid footsteps on your left. There's a Succubus coming down the stairs in excitement. She runs towards you. You know who this is.
Kiana is standing in front of you in a maid outfit. You can tell she's in a good mood.</n3></b>
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<img src="gif/futa/cake/kiana1.jpg" class="rounded-image center" width="30%">
<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>Hello, $name! I've been waiting for you. I ran as soon as I felt your energy. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You are surprised that in such a crowded dormitory, she could recognize your energy right away. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>I have a surprise for you! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She realizes that her hands are empty and in panic she turns around and checks her pockets. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>I must have left it in my room because I ran out without thinking. I'll be right back. Hang on! Don't leave! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She starts running towards her room. You can see she's angry with herself. </n3></b>
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<<set $whyspecial to 0>>\
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<b><n3> You don't have a specific mission here yet. So you don't really know what to do when you get here. But you're still curious about what's happening and what might happen here, and you want to witness it. While you're waiting for Kiana, you're looking around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see a Succubus wearing a dress that doesn't cover all the places that it should normally cover. Her half-erect penis is bigger than the average fully erect penis on the other side. She walks with confidence.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see a Mars picking something up from the floor. She displays her cute little penis and balls with the tip of her butt plug, glowing red, to the whole dormitory. After straightening up, she catches up with her friends waiting for her and leaves. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[Kiana Arrives|cake3]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It took much longer than you expected. Kiana quickly runs down the stairs. She is holding a silver plate with a small white cake on it. She brought a fork too. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> I made you my special cake! Cream and strawberry! Do you want a taste? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She hands you the cake with the plate. She clasps her hands excitedly in front of her and looks at you with a curious smile. You have a delicious-looking cake. After briefly examining the cake, you look at Kiana again. Her smile grows a little wider and she slowly nods. </n3></b>
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[[Smell The Cake|cakesmell]]
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<<if $whyspecial === 0>>\
[[Ask Her Why This Cake Is Special|whyspecial]]
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<<if $youfirst === 0>>\
[[Ask Her To Taste It First|youfirst]]
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<<if $eatcake === 0>>\
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<b><n3> You bring the plate closer and smell the cake. It smells of fresh and sweet whipped cream. For a moment you smell a familiar scent. You sniff a few more times, but the strawberry overpowers this smell. Kiana giggles.</n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> Smells good, doesn't it? Everything inside is ultra-fresh!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she watches you, she slowly swaying left and right, keeping a rhythm. </n3></b>
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[[Ask Her Why This Cake Is Special|whyspecial]]
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<<if $youfirst === 0>>\
[[Ask Her To Taste It First|youfirst]]
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<<if $eatcake === 0>>\
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<b><n3> You take your eyes off the cake and look at Kiana. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What's so special about this cake? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana raises her hands excitedly to chest level. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> The fact that I'm making it. I put my love into it. <i><n3>*Lowers her voice a little*</n3></i> You know, this is a quite rare cake. There are very few Succubus who can make it, and beware, it can be addictive.</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at the cake and at you as she nods in self-approval. </n3></b>
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[[Fuck it! Just Eat Up!|eatcake1]]
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<b><n3>You slowly pass the plate to Kiana. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Would you taste it first? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana gasps in surprise. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> You think I'm gonna poison you or something? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She exhales and takes the plate from you. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> Okay! After all, we're not good friends yet. You have the right to be suspicious.</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With a fork, she takes a big piece and eats it. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaRight"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>So Delicious!!! Oh! I only brought one fork and touched it with my mouth. You don't mind, do you? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She licks her lips. Clearly, she asked that to tease you. She cleans the fork in her mouth and hands you the plate again. </n3></b>
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[[Get Inside Her Mind And Check If She's Hiding Anything|realrecipe1]]
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<b><n3>You pick up the fork and take a big piece of the cake. It's really delicious! As you chew, the flavor spreads throughout your mouth and intensifies. You eat another piece as big as the first. Kiana claps her hands happily. </n3></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even though you know the special ingredient that Kiana added in and on the cake, it doesn't have much of an impact on the smell and taste of it. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> What do you think? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You answer without even thinking. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> This is the best cake I've ever eaten! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kiana lifts her skirt and bows a bit sarcastically. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>Chef Kiana is always at your service. Mars Dormitory's second best supplier. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You eat the whole cake with delight. Then you attempt to pass the plate to Kiana. But you realize you can't move. There is a rising feeling inside you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You close your eyes and enter Kiana's mind. You focus only on the recipe for the cake. You find it quickly because it's something she's actively thinking about right now. The reason this cake is special is because she adds SEMEN to the cream? She thinks her cum is several times more aphrodisiacal than a regular Mars. You don't know how true that is, but that's what Kiana thinks.
You're wondering what she was doing when she went to her room. It took a lot more time than it should have. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana rushes into her room and sees the cake she forgot on her desk. As she picks it up, she stops for a moment to taste the cream. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>It's still fresh, but the aroma could be a little stronger. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She lifts her skirt and starts stroking her hard dick. She takes another finger from the cream and rubs it on her penis. You can feel the rush of pleasure the moment she applied the cream. She immediately got into the mood and little moans started escaping from her mouth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She strokes, but it's not enough. She dips her penis into the cake, spreads the smeared cream and repeats. Sometimes she licks her creamy finger and keeps stroking it. She is completely focused on pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a short time, you realize she can't continue any longer. The accumulated pleasure starts to gush out of Kiana's creamy dick. She cums a lot. Just when you think it's over, she speeds up and keeps squirting. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When she finishes cumming, she recovers much faster than you expected. She immediately spreads the semen on the cake, which is smeared on the plate, then licks the plate clean, making it look as it did a few minutes ago. Without wasting any time, she grabs the plate and starts running. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes with a little shake. Kiana is holding you by both shoulders, rocking you gently. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> $name, are you okay?</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You opened your eyes knowing the truth. Somehow you weren't surprised. And you know she never meant any harm while doing it. Her semen must be really stronger. Kiana's smile fades a little. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> You don't have to eat. I mean... Well, it's not a problem. I can make it again later if you want. Just let me know a few days in advance. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Reluctantly she reaches out her hands. She's ready to take the plate if you want it.
<h2><cap>(If you don't try the cake, Kiana's storyline won't start.) </cap></h2></n3></b>
[[Taste The Cake|eatcake1]]
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<b><n3> Kiana takes the plate from you in disappointment. She looks pretty upset. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> I thought you could at least give it a taste. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she turns her head towards the stairs. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1> Someone... In my room? Who is it?</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She runs to her room, like she forgot about you. She's a bit strange. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel like you're burning from the inside out. Your eyes are fixed on Kiana's erect penis under her lifted skirt. Kiana, noticing your gaze, lifts her skirt a little more. Her voice carries a slyness and coldness you've never heard from her before. </n3></b>
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<div class="KianaLeft"><b>Kiana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kiana3.jpg"><b><k1>It started to kick in, isn't it? Can you think about anything... Other than me? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Is there another Succubus inside her, too? You didn't feel anything but her energy. While you can barely focus, voices are rising in your mind. Sun's reassuring voice begins. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> There's more than one... Personality, or... Mind! But there's no one else inside her. Her own self is divided!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Moon adds calmly. </n3></b>
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<div class="MoonLeft"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> I like this girl... Start taking deep breaths. This smartass can't do anything to you.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are not in a state to think or question. You start to focus on your breath. Every time you exhale, you feel a little better. You slowly let out the excess Lust. Yet your body continues to produce more without your control. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As soon as Moon says that, almost all the excess is gone. You feel so out of Lust that you feel dizzy with exhaustion. The effect from the cake returns you to normal after a short time. Also, the effect of the cake seems to have slowed down. When you raise your head, you don't see Kiana. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> She probably won't even remember what she did. She does what her alter ego wants her to do, as if she decided it herself. And her desire to get closer with Ella is not innocent. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you returning to normal, Sun's voice got weaker and weaker. Someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around, surprised and aggressively.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see a Succubus in front of you, overflowing with Lust. She lifts her skirt while looking at you annoyed. She starts talking in a calm manner.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/jamie1.jpg"><b><ale1> Don't think I didn't notice what you did! You dare to make fun of us for what happened the other day. You think it's funny to save your energy and dump it on an innocent Succubus?
I got a boner in the middle of the day because of you. Don't lump us all together just because we're on Mistress Natalie's side, newcomer! I'll let it slide this time because it wasn't an attempt to make a big impact on me. Don't let it happen again! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She drops her skirt with an attitude and heads for the stairs to her room. Moon must have dumped all the Lust directly on a random Succubus. It's unbelievable that all that Lust could only cause a boner to her. Moon can't hide her excitement. </n3></b>
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<div class="MoonLeft"><b>MOON</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>I didn't pick my her random. She's really got the endurance of an elephant. She probably could handle twice as much as what I've transferred. I adore such potentials!</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even though your body still produces Lust, you feel better. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's another big crowd in the middle of the dormitory. You've already understood that it's quite normal for this place. A familiar name catches your attention. The right side cheers enthusiastically for Ella. You're trying to find a good angle to see what's happening in the center. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Finally you find a good spot and watch what happens. Ella plays with her hair in a very proud way. A Succubus comes out from the left side and moves forward to the center. Ella waves her hand dismissively. The Succubus starts cumming before she can do anything. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The crowd on the right shouts with joy. You can see how much Ella enjoys this. She tries to hide her smile and lightly bows to the crowd. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Another Succubus attempts to show up, but a few steps in, she meets the inevitable end.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As the crowd swoons, another Succubus steps out. With the appearance of this Succubus, you see for the first time that the crowd on the left side is rising in cheers. Ella respects this and allows her to face her. This is a Succubus in white, with a confident demeanor.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A normal-looking Succubus in white knee-high socks, white see-through panties and a white bra. There is also a blue ribbon on her panties. She seems to have something to say. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>For a short while, the scene goes completely silent. Then, even more chaos ensues than before. Ella seems ecstatic with this sudden surge of attention. She raises her hand and waits for the crowd to quiet down. The crowd is already so curious about Ella's answer, so they immediately shut up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella9.jpg"><b><font size = 6><ella> I Accept! Bitch!</ella></font></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Both sides are going crazy. Soon Dominique is called in to moderate the duel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dominique gets in the middle of the two. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>I will lead this Lust Duel. There will be no Lust barrier, so if anyone tries to interfere, I will be at her throat. Any objections? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks briefly in both sides. No one says a word. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Good! Now both sides should state their demands. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The challenger in white, steps in. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"First of all, I don't want this to be a normal Lust duel. Her talent is obvious. I want to challenge her to make me cum in three minutes. If she succeeds, she will be considered the winner... if these conditions are accepted, of course."</b1></b></div>\
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Fine by me. What do you say, Ella? </mi1></b></div>\
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<div class="EllaRight"><b>Ella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/ella9.jpg"><b><ella> Of course I accept! </ella></b></div>\
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>Okay! What are your demands? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The challenger interrupts again. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"We are all aware of Ella's prejudice against us and Mistress Natalie. If I win, she will join our side next year. If she wins, I'll do anything she wants. Anything! She doesn't even have to specify right now."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Dominique turns her head to Ella for her response. Ella announces that she accepts the terms with no doubts. Just as there is about to be another outburst of enthusiasm, Dominique casts a sharp glance at the crowd. </n3></b>
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<div class="DominiqueLeft"><b>Dominique</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/dominique1.jpg"><b><mi1>I have a headache. So don't scream at every shit. You're already witnessing subtle duels every day. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>All that's left is that long oath before the duel. With a little help from Dominique, Ella completes all the prerequisites. When everything is ready, Dominique moves a little away from the them and announces the start of the duel.
Ella waves her hand as usual. This move, normally enough to finish off the Succubus in front of her, doesn't seem to have much effect. Her cute erect penis throbs in her transparent panties. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Ohh!!! You're better than I expected, but I have a very high level of orgasm control. I also have another ace up my sleeve. See this blue ribbon? It's a charm that blocks a significant percentage of external Lust."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella continues to focus without paying any attention. She maintains one hand on the crotch of the Succubus in front of her. It seems to be working. The Succubus in white, unable to stop moaning, starts rocking her lower body back and forth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Moon's voice is rising in your brain. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Stupid ribbon will lose. They still think Ella makes them cum by applying Lust externally. </inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>She can manipulate the circulation of Lust inside the body. And if that Lust gathers in the penis and balls, you will naturally ejaculate. And since very few Succubus are used to this, it's a really difficult technique to defend. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's a bit strange for her to make an explanation without any sarcasm. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>When you see a different technique, remember that it can be yours. Even if it's not worth stealing, you can still use it for yourself. That ribbon won't help. She'll endure with her orgasm control skills if she can. But already she seems to be struggling. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she sees that what she's doing isn't working, Ella's face wrinkles. She looks like a baby about to cry. Like a bull, after exhaling a few breaths through her nose, she closes her eyes and starts to concentrate harder. She stretches out her right hand a little more and something strange happens.
Ella's hand starts to vibrate. This vibration goes almost up to her elbow and you can see how much effort Ella is putting in by looking at her. The challenger bends over a few times, as if being punched in the stomach, and her penis begins to pulsate. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The challenger, with a gasp, stops this pulsation, but her penis still throbs. Ella doesn't seem to have any intention to stop. Occasionally she stops pulsing, but soon she is back under Ella's grip and struggles to regain control, screaming in pain and pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While the right side supports Ella, the left side cheers for the challenger to endure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>There must not be much time left. Ella seems much more used to what she's doing. She throws her head back and holds out both hands. Her left hand starts to vibrate like her right. Both arms, vibrating like a vibrator, are pointed at the challenger.
Now the penis in the white panties pulsates uncontrollably. The challenger's balance also seems to be slowly being thrown off. Her brain must not be getting enough blood nor Lust. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It is clear that the challenger is about to lose. A Succubus rushes forward from the left and starts running at full speed towards Ella. Halfway there, she freezes in air. But it's less like freezing and more like hitting an elastic barrier. Moon whispers briefly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she says, you try to focus Lust in your eyes and squint. You realize that there are very thin pink threads wrapped all around the Succubus, which is suspended in the air and gently swaying back and forth.
You see the Succubus flying into the air as Dominique loosely raises her hand. The Succubus that tried to sabotage is handed over to the two Succubus waiting on the staircase on the right side. She tries to struggle with remorse, but the two Succubus holding her are almost twice her size. Attention turns back to the duel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The challenger is now pushing her limits. You're not sure how much time has passed, but it must be very close to three minutes. Then finally, the expected happens. The challenger starts to cum, cursing and swearing. Her semen is so thick that almost all of it stays on her panties. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella falls to her knees, gasping for breath. She too must have crossed her limits some time ago. Dominique takes two steps forward and declares the winner.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> There is a cry of joy from the right side. Ella barely gets to her feet and starts walking towards the challenger. You see Dominique watching carefully and alert. The challenger also seems to be barely standing.
Ella leans down a little and sucks the semen left in the challenger's panties into her mouth. Then she stands up and grabs the challenger by the cheeks with one hand and pulls her a little. She spits the cum from her mouth with all her might into the face of the challenger and releases her face. The challenger falls on her back with a combination of her own cum and Ella's spit on her face. Her fall is being slowed by Dominique, but nobody cares about that at this moment.
As she trying to regain her balance with fatigue, suddenly raises her fists in the air and shouts with all the strength she has left.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she is about to collapse unconscious, she is being grabbed by Dominique. She has a smile on her face as she carries Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Ella and the challenger are taken away to rest, the crowd begins to disperse. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you walk, someone suddenly crosses in front of you. You manage to avoid bumping into her. Kiana stands in front of you with an innocent expression. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter her room. It looks really cozy in there. She starts to introduce you to her room with warmth. Your attention is attracted by the posters hanging almost everywhere in the room. Posters of some planets, some maps and butterflies. There are also some unfamiliar symbols. Unexpectedly, Moon starts talking to you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>These types are the most intimidating but the easiest to manage. I want to show you how it should be done! If you lay a strong base, you'll have a very powerful trump card. Her ability is something that will definitely serve you well.
I have only one demand! Let me handle all the talking! Your movements will be completely under your control. Because even my words will be more than enough for her. If you feel I'm abusing the situation, just ask me to stop, and I will. We can't lose this trump card! Let me show you the true nature of this pervert!</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It surprises you how accommodating Moon is. You're sure Kiana can't harm you. But you don't think you can turn her into leverage.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> While Kiana is affectionately describing another part of her room to you, you interrupt her in a harsh tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana looks back at you in shock. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Moon really didn't interfere with your movements. You raise your slowly hands, albeit with a little delay. Kiana exhales sharply, trying to contain herself. Something has definitely changed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana nods slowly in agreement, still breathing sharply. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Then please tell me! What do you really want? How can I help you? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I can give you more than you want! But first, you have to prove yourself. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kiana asks, trying to hold herself back. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> How? Tell me!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's not an ounce of hesitation in your voice. It's a little strange to hear yourself so politely commanding. Besides, you were expecting a tone full of insults from Moon. Kiana exhales deeply and rubs her palms. You can see how hard she is trying to calm down. After a while you continue talking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Very good! I've experienced how strong your cum is. But that was a special recipe that took days to make, right? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana nods in agreement. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Then we will start by checking how strong your average load is. Can you cum multiple times? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1>Yes! I can! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can see that Kiana looks a little embarrassed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Maybe that's why she wants an outside hand so badly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're encouraging Kiana with an overly reassuring voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Don't worry about a thing! You will not only learn your limits! You will learn to surpass them! Now present me your first sample! Take the first step to get on the path you want! You'll masturbate right in front of me! And I'll set the path you require! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kiana excitedly starts to take off her clothes. She has a hopeful smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana pulls her panties down to reveal her semi-erect dick. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1>Do you like my dick, huh? Maybe you'd like to feel it? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Moon involuntarily controls your body for a brief moment. She gives her a frustrated look and raises her hand as if commanding her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana reaches for the lubricant behind her and pours some on her erect penis. When she starts to stroke, you see her looking at you with an expression mixed with desire and affection. Moon immediately steps in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she caresses her nipple, you see her looking at you again with immense desire. She must have something on her mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She loses focus a bit and slows down. She approaches you with a sweet smile on her face. She brings her penis, glistening with lubricant, as close as she can. Still, it is clear that she is afraid of being scolded by you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> Are you sure you don't want to touch it? I can offer you much more sample if you help me cum. </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Moon stares at her piercingly. Because it's your own face, you can't see how you're looking, but Kiana startles and continues stroking at full speed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> While stroking at full speed, she suddenly stops completely and tries hard not to cum as her lower body throbs. She manages not to cum. Then she asks you in a soft voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon is delighted by the impotence of this request. She responds in a sweet voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kiana reaches back again with thankful eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She continues stroking as fast as she left off. But she still seems to be having trouble holding on. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> Still, I'm so close! Normally, I cum when I feel like cumming.</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes a small vial from her desk and shows it to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> I usually fill ten of these for one cake... Ahh! I'm... Closee!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With your permission, Kiana speeds up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She places the small vial on the tip of her penis, ready to explode. Immediately after, she starts to cum, moaning sweetly. The thick, white spunk is mostly gushed in the vial, although some oozes out. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Breathlessly, proudly showing you the vial, you shout at Kiana in your most commanding tone of the day!</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I Said At Least Twice! Keep Stroking It! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana takes a deep breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana, startled by your shout, starts stroking her sensitive dick as fast as she can. You can tell by the way she breathes that she's really struggling. But sooner than you expect, she manages to cum again. She couldn't even fill a third of the little vial, even though she came twice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>That's not enough! It's even below my expectations. Still, perhaps its intensity and power can make up for the small quantity. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she gently strokes her penis, which has become even more sensitive after her second ejaculation, she looks at the not even half-full vial in her hand. Then she hands it to you with a sweet smile. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The pungent smell of her cum immediately fills your nose. It has a strange smell that makes you feel more energized already. Your curiosity for the taste increases. As you gently shake the vial around your nose, where you can feel the warmth of the sticky liquid inside, Moon continues to guide you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take the bottle to your left hand and extend your right hand towards Kiana. As your hand approaches, she holds it with both hands and starts rubbing it on her cheek. It's time for a taste test.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stick out your tongue and turn the vial upside down. The thick white liquid slowly starts to drip onto your tongue. Once you have it all on your tongue, you press it gently against your palate and try to get a proper taste. You want to swallow it right away, but it is much more pleasurable to swirl it around in your mouth.
As it mixes with saliva, it gradually builds up and you swallow a small portion. It doesn't feel overwhelming at all! You feel energized. Even though you swallowed such a small amount, you felt the effect right away. As you prepare to swallow this energizing mixture, Moon interrupts you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You look at Kiana with the sticky mixture in your mouth. She is still rubbing her face on your hand. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put your hand on her chin and turn her face slightly so that your eyes meet. Then you press your lips to hers. After her mouth opens a little, you push the mixture of semen and saliva into her with your tongue. Kiana adapts instantly and you both kiss ecstatically as this thick mixture oozes from your lips.
As your tongues deftly trap this mixture in your mouths, both of you keep pushing this now sticky liquid into each other's mouths. The lower half of both of your faces are completely drenched in this mess. You push everything in your mouth into her mouth. Then you grab her cock by the root and pull it all the way to the tip.
As you bring the thick spunk in your hand to your mouth, Kiana starts swallowing it all. She spits some of it into her hand and starts stroking her still sensitive dick with that lubricating mess. As she does so, she continues to swallow bit by bit. While you lick your lips with passion, Moon starts talking.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Good girl! I'm satisfied with the quality, but not with the quantity! You won't masturbate for a while! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A look of disappointment forms on Kiana's face as she is still trying to catch her breath. Before she can raise an objection, Moon steps in again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Because I will be the one milking you! I'm gonna milk you until your soul crawls out! And if you want to be able to handle this, you have to give your body some time to prepare. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her face, tight with concern, relaxes and she looks at you with a mischievous smile. You ask in a sensual voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana nods enthusiastically. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon is waiting for a while. Then she speaks in a teasing tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Hmm... How long? How long should it be... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana is looking at you with wonder. Moon continues to pretend to think. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> One week! You won't ejaculate for a week! You can touch and edge as much as you want. But no matter what, you will not cum! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This request doesn't seem realistic to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1> Do you really think she can handle it? Maybe we should keep her in chastity instead.</n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Moon answers you in a confident and mischievous tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kiana, after a short pause for thought, turns to you again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> Okay! I'll last a week!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She has a determined look on her face, but since she just came, it's not very reliable for her to say that she will last a week. Yet you wonder what will happen. What surprised you the most was Moon's almost almost ego-free approach. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Her personality is divided and we don't know how much she is aware about it. Probably not very aware. But when you appease the wild side, you can come to an agreement. If we had one side acting like a wild animal, it would make things very difficult. Okay, I'm done here. We'll continue next week depending on the situation.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Moon pauses for a moment and responds to you in a slightly annoyed voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>What?! Did you think I earned such fame and power by showing off to everyone how much better than them? When I was mastering my own power, my biggest driving force was empathy and humility. There were a lot of Succubus that I really helped and a lot of others that loved me.
Just because I'm above everyone else doesn't mean I can't learn from them. But, I still can't stand any disrespect! I use my ego only when necessary! These little punks don't deserve my ego, that's another thing.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Before you piss Moon off any more, you leave the room. You're already wondering what's going to happen next week. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see a familiar face running towards you in a hurry. This is Kiana, you told her not to cum for a week!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She seems very excited and impatient. You start following her to her room. She runs up the stairs but you purposely don't pick up your pace. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you are surprised that she managed to complete a week successfully, Moon intervenes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter her room and Kiana looks at you with a smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> I managed not to cum for a week! It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She squeezes her big balls in her palm and dangles them at you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1>Look at those! They've grown to a size that dwarfs my dick! The first day I tried to edge, but I almost came. That's why I didn't masturbate. The last two days were so tough! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> They've gotten really big! Did she really lasted a week? Besides the excitement, she doesn't have the aggression and wildness you'd expect.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't want her to notice your real intention. You take a few steps closer and without saying anything, you grab her enormous balls. You're trying to get into into Kiana's mind as she lets out a sharp moan. Is she really telling the truth or is she trying to deceive you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The first thing you see is an intense moment from yesterday. She is lying face down on her bed, practicing breathing control. She can control herself thanks to the white ring she wears on the base of her penis. You start to be able to access her thoughts. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The only thing on her mind is that this torture will end tomorrow. You realize something else. She doesn't remember why she's doing this. She only knows that she shouldn't ejaculate, and she is entirely focused on this task. Her thoughts start to penetrate you more and more.
It's like she's in a trance, she wants to be drained by someone else. She wants to be milked until she blacks out. She has no problem spending her life this way. Although she has not ejaculated in any way other than regular masturbation, she wants to experience all the different kinds by others. With little slaps on the balls, with nipples licked for hours, with a frenulum massage or a prostate massage... Her thoughts continue flowing into you.
Indeed, as she said, she tried to edge on the first day, and when she realized that she almost came, she put on the Lust reducing ring in fear and never touched herself for that purpose again. This morning when she takes off the ring, she sees that within a few hours her balls have grown several times their size and she is struggling even more to control herself. Yet she really didn't cum for a week.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes. Kiana looks like she's about to cum just from grabbing her balls. You let go immediately. She's breathing like she's freezing. You can see her body shivering. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you are about to open your mouth to speak, Kiana eagerly cuts in. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1>Please make me cum! I'll do anything you want! Doesn't matter if you don't want anything right now! You can use this wish at any time! Please empty me with your hands! </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She really has forgotten that this is the reward for enduring in the first place. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> If her memory cannot be trusted, this wish is becoming less important, but better than nothing. Then, I'll take over the conversation!</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Don't worry, my hands are yours today! But first I need to test your semen quality with a ruined orgasm. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana smiles excitedly and nods in agreement. She must be too excited to speak. As she moves her hands to her hard dick, she suddenly pauses and looks at you. She must be wanting you to do it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You pick up the glass vial on her desk and approach Kiana. She looks very excited. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana smiles and thrusts her hips forward. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> I don't even care! Don't make me wait any longer! <i><b>Start! </b></i></k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You felt the little fluctuation in Kiana's energy. You approach her and squat down. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Semen from the first orgasm will be the strongest and densest. It is also important how many times she can ejaculate after that. Gather your energy on two fingers and rub a special area on the underside of the penis. That's how you can unload her in the most intense way, without a build-up.
Since she's already on the verge, don't hold back, but the moment she starts to climax, break all contact. Even a few seconds of delay can turn it into a full orgasm. If that happens, we won't learn as much about her limits. It's not the end of the world but especially if you want to have control over a Mars, you have to be able to control her orgasms. I won't interfere with your actions here. Make sure to ruin it!</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You gather some energy in two fingers of your right hand and hold her penis and gently stroke with the other hand. When you touch her, she pulls her hips back for a brief moment with a shrill moan, but quickly recovers and returns to her former stance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel that her penis is throbbing a lot more violently. At the same time, the energy she emits has changed. She's about to cum! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>ou were able to distinguish very clearly the moment when she crossed the point of no return. The moment you sensed that, you withdrew your hand and energy from her completely. After a short delay, her dick begins to shoot spunk out throbbing up and down. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't catch all the semen inside the vial. Kiana takes it all in with fascination and a smile on her face. With each pulse, she thrusts her hips forward in rhythm, and shoots her cum even farther into her room. You were worried that she would suddenly start stroking it, and you were going to grab her hands in case, but Kiana acts just the way you wanted her to.
After about a minute, the orgasm ends with a panting Kiana. The vial is half full, and it was a much bigger one than the previous one. More than you could catch into the vial sprayed out in different parts of Kiana's room. You stand up with the warm glass vial in your hand and the intense scent of her cum filling your senses. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Tasting time! The previous time you had tasted her cum from two full orgasms in a row and felt no more than a little energized. This time, you're holding the result of a ruined orgasm that you couldn't even collect half of, and you can tell how different it is just by the smell. Without waiting, you start pouring it on your sticking out tongue. A small portion slides out onto the floor but almost all of it went in your mouth. It's still warm...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Without caring to savor it in your mouth, you swallow it all. It has a very thick texture and flavor. Even though you swallowed it all, you still feel like your whole mouth is coated with it. You also feel this in your throat and this slightly burning sensation makes you feel somewhat uncomfortable. But with every breath you exhale, you still can smell that cum. It turns you on even more.
The first effect you notice is that you get an erection. But you don't know if it's because the taste turns you on or because it's directly affecting your body. Your body gets a little hot and your breathing gets faster. It feels like you've had more caffeine than your body is used to. Even though your brain feels a little hazy, you feel incredibly good physically. Maybe it's to your benefit that you couldn't collect it all because you're not sure if you could handle more of that...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kiana looks at you, wondering about your reaction. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> We can definitely use her! This is a top quality sample! But in order for her to develop, she needs to be milked after a period of time without ejaculation. But now it's time to push her to the limit!</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana claps her hands with joy and jumps on her bed. Lying on her back, she spreads her legs and brings her hips as close to her head as possible. If her dick was a little bigger, her tongue could touch it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> All week, I thought about how I wanted to be milked and I've decided on this one! I want to be able to see it all and, in the end, to taste it all!</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She pulls her panties right under her balls. So that with every stroke, those full balls will squeeze between your hands and panties. Without keeping her waiting, you approach her bed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You grab her hard cock and start stroking it. Each time you stroke downwards, you gently smack the balls that fall on her penis with your hand and trap them between her panties and your hand. Kiana is locked on her penis, with an intense focus. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon didn't tell her to last or how many times to cum, but you can see that Kiana wants to fulfill your expectations anyway. At that moment you realize that some may need a little guidance in order to be happier. Leading a directionless potential may not be such a bad thing. You are more confident about these feelings because you have recently entered her mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You keep stroking in a chaotic rhythm. You love the sound of her balls being slapped by the back of your hand and how it makes you feel. And the thick cum you just swallowed has made you way hornier. Since you were in her mind not so long ago, your desires must have been temporarily affected. Because, you don't want to fuck her right now. You want to shove a huge dildo up her ass and make her give you a handjob while you keep stroking her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> This time you can feel everything even more clearly. Her throbbing penis and balls are clearly telling you how close she is to cumming. And this time she got to the edge much faster. As her breathing changes, she lets you know in a whispering voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You pick up the pace a little and Kiana starts to cum, with her lower body spasming. You can feel how much pleasure she feels, but the amount of cum she squirts is even less than last week. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You continue for another fifteen seconds or so, but she hasn't cum except for a few drops. As you are getting ready to pull your hand away, Kiana, squirming in pleasure, whispers determinedly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Like she said, you continue stroking. Shortly afterwards, the second orgasm happens and a lot more cum than the first one explodes on Kiana's face. Between rapid breaths and moans that sound like she's in pain, Kiana persistently tells you to keep going. Meanwhile, shaking with a third orgasm right after, Kiana continues to squirt her cum non-stop. Her screams just tell you to keep going. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The fourth and then the fifth orgasm. You increase the speed of your stroking and Kiana can keep up. You can't believe she can still cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> For her sixth and final orgasm, you jerk with all the strength left in your arm. Kiana, with sharp breaths and moans of suffering, cums one last time. With her face, glasses and chest covered with hot spunk, you finally take your hand off her dick. With her eyes closed, she waits a while longer for her body to stop spasming. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's having cramps all over her body. You still feel that the pleasure she feels hasn't passed, but you don't know if the thing she feels in her crotch is pleasure anymore. You were and still are very horny, but you've forgotten all about that right now. It's more important for Kiana to have six more orgasms after a ruined one than for you to cum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a few minutes of catching her breath, Kiana straightens up, her face covered in her cum. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> Was it good? Was I good enough? I gave it my all! As I thought, I can find the willpower to endure more than two orgasms with someone else's handjob. </k1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Her wild side has hardly shown itself today. Continuing in this direction may help her more than we can imagine. I want to control your movements for a little while... </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wonder what she is going to do. Besides, her voice has a serious tone, a little more strange than usual. Your body grabs one of the towels lying at the end of the bed and starts wiping Kiana's face. There is a sad compassion in your voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana slowly pulls her face and speaks in a worried voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1>Wait! You can use this cum! If you don't want it right now, I can transfer it to a vial. If you wipe it, it'll be wasted. Isn't this a valuable resource? </k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You continue to gently wipe her chin and neck with the towel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put your other hand on Kiana's cheek. Kiana stares at you, dazed, like she's just been slapped. After her lips twitched tearfully, she presses her face gently against your hand.
You usually can't feel Moon's emotional state very well. So you are not sure if that is how she really feels here, or if she is continuing her manipulative rhetoric to take her even further under control. But you can see it's working on Kiana. When you finish wiping, you feel that you are back in control over your movements. Kiana slowly rubs her teary eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You proved how much potential you have today! You can definitely improve. But there's no hurry! You realized that something is absolutely necessary in this process, didn't you? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kiana fixes her hair and speaks with a sour expression on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kiana4.jpg"><b><k1> I need to stop seeing ejaculation as a daily need... But I'm not sure I can do that! </k1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You've overcome the hardest phase. If you are really determined to move forward in this area, there is something you need to master. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kiana is looking at you with sparkling eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You start checking the drawer. You realize that they're all given according to Kiana's size. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You pick up the chastity, still in its packaging. But you can't see the key. Maybe you'll find it when you open it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While you open the chastity cage, Moon continues to talk with Kiana. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> There is a slight disappointment on Kiana's face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're holding the chastity cage. It's a very ordinary-looking plastic one. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> This chastity cage can only be opened by the Lust energy it is exposed to while being locked. Unless you try to cut the plastic, which you should never do! You will concentrate your cum for me, you will learn to make it even stronger! And as you master the prostate orgasm, you will master multiple orgasms without fatigue! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>For a short time, you allow Moon to take over your movements and she quickly puts the cage on Kiana. Just before you lock it, you feel your hands fill with your Lust. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kiana doesn't seem to be complaining. She seems to accept what you said before you said it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> But there are a few rules! First of all, don't despair if you try a few times and can't orgasm! You will try to change a pattern your body has been used to for years. Every time you try, you will feel the urge to ejaculate easily with the help of your penis. Resist that!
Second, as long as you don't touch your penis, you can masturbate as much as I want. Every day, you can cum several times, well if you can of course. Instead of exhausting your body and requiring a recovery period, the prostate orgasm is a way to increase your semen production and makes you even hornier. Only I will use your penis when necessary and you can be sure that I will push you beyond your limits.
And finally, I want one more thing from you. You will always, and I mean always tell me the truth! I don't want any lies! The chastity on you, basically a soft plastic, and with something sharp, you can open it without my Lust. My intention is not to lock you in a prison! I want to help you grow, to help you evolve! If you have something on your mind, if you want something from me, you will come and tell me! Don't try to cut the cage anyway! That's dangerous!
Did you break one of the rules? You'll be honest and we'll move on after what needs to be done. Over time, you will realize how freeing this disciplined lifestyle actually is. Especially when you reach your first real full body orgasm! You're not just your penis! Neither are these meaningless Mars expectations piled on you! You're a Succubus who deserves to have full use of her whole body. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kiana's face, which had been expressionless, except for a little disappointment, changed as you spoke. Now she nods with determined eyes, and she looks a little touched. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kiana rushes over with open arms and hugs you. It is such a surrendered hug that you have to carry some of her weight. She can only say one thing in a whispered voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>The Succubus enslavement was essentially forbidden because of me. Part of my memory is still missing. So I don't know why this rule has continued to this day. But you shouldn't think of enslavement as strangling someone, putting them in a cage and forcing them to do what you want. At least, that's not why they were afraid of me. Forgetting that those beneath you have their own goals, fears and a life, results in a shallow and non-threatening form of slavery.
That's the main reason Sun told you not to listen to me. I can understand their demonization of me. I gave them more reasons than they needed. But I only did what was necessary to achieve my goal. I focused on gaining resources faster than they could take what I had. You don't wanna know how much they took from me...</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Only those who deserved it were hurt. You are not responsible for your mother's choices! Yomi understands me...</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Don't you dare utter her name! You deceived her with your... </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As this fight goes on in your brain, you feel your vision darken. Your body is already producing Lust like crazy because of the cum you drank. When you add the emotions of these two on top of that, it becames too much for you to handle.
You don't faint right away like the first times. But if this argument goes on, you will definitely lose your consciousness. Especially Sun must have realized this, because she immediately stops talking. You continue walking to your room with a heavy uneasiness.</n3></b>
<center><b><e1>⚡️ Energy: 100</e1></b>
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<b><n3>You move towards the crowd, a sight you are already used to. But this time neither side is making a sound. Everyone is nervously watching what is happening. You find a place and see what's going on. The Headmistresses on both sides seem to be having an argument. Natalie looks more angry and tense in a casual outfit, while Mariana has her usual calm expression, wearing an elegant dress. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1> I think we can settle this between us, Headmistress Natalie? Do you want to continue this in front of everyone? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Natalie exhales an angry breath through her nose. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1> If we're both equals, why only you went to represent us? I wasn't even notified! </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mariana lets her hair down from its bun, then gently rubs her head. You can tell by the relief on her face that she has a headache. She looks at Natalie with tired eyes. </n3></b>
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>Because you've done so much for me for so long and I wanted to start paying you back. I've been feeling better for a while. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Natalie looks even more stressed after hearing this. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1> What does that mean?</missT1></b></div>\
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<div class="MarianaLeft"><b>Mariana</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>I'll gradually relieve you of the burdens I had to place on you... We can continue in your room if you like. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Natalie doesn't seem happy with the answer she gets.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1> No! Let's continue here! And what are these burdens you've placed on me? I would like to know!... Headmistress Mariana! </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mariana scratches her head in frustration. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1> All right! Let's talk then! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She raises her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>For the past few semesters, we have been trying a new model. Thanks to Headmistress Natalie, I started to get out of the state I was in and I feel better every day. I know that I have a very bad reputation because of what I have done in the past, which is why I have stepped back a little bit and focused on myself.
Every time I felt bad, every time I found myself in a stressful situation, I resorted to one thing, SEX! And in the end, I found myself in the middle of a very harmful self-perpetuating vicious circle. So, I decided to cleanse myself and completely forbid myself to have sex! And since the day I decided to do so, I have been successfully maintaining this commitment. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly turns to those on her side. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1> So most of the threats I made against you were empty threats. But some of you know I can do very bad things without fucking you. So I don't want anything to change!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mariana's side approves her in one voice. Mariana continues to speak loudly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>This period has taught me a lot. I was planning to announce it later, but my mental state is improving much faster than I expected. Soon, I will take back all the responsibilities of my position and I will be the only Headmistress of Mars Dormitory again. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Except for a few surprised gasps, total silence continues. You notice Natalie's left eye twitching. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Natalie takes a few steps forward. Then Sara steps out of the crowd and moves to Mariana's rear left. A move that clearly tells Natalie not to come any closer. Natalie looks at Sara and speaks in an ice-cold voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sara remains still, staring at Natalie with defiant eyes. For some reason, she's only wearing a bikini. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> If things are going to escalate, Sara will be the reason. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Natalie and Sara exchange glances, Mariana calmly turns to Sara. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana3.jpg"><b><a1>Headmistress Natalie told you something, Sara. Please pay your respects! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Sara immediately returns to her old spot. This obviously annoys Natalie a lot. As she quickly moves towards Sara, Mariana gets in front of her. The height difference is huge. Natalie has to lift her head all the way up.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>Let's keep this between us! Sara backed off like you said! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The silence breaks for a brief moment. Some faces turn towards the source of the sound. Sara moaned in a sobbing voice, unable to contain herself and then she covered her mouth in embarrassment. The bulge that started to appear in her tight bikini also draws your attention. Mariana walks to the middle and starts talking to Natalie's side specifically. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1>You don't have to worry! I quite like the way this place is split in two, and I respect the way you stand up for yourselves. If she accepts, I will make Headmistress Natalie my right-hand and will consult her opinion on everything, especially anything that concerns you. I don't want a balance of oppressed and oppressor in <i>MY DORMITORY!</i> I believe that the sweet rivalry between us will carry us forward! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Natalie's side remains stunned silent. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She lowers her voice a little. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1> These things won't happen right away. First I have to make sure I have recovered enough. I probably shouldn't have had this speech in the first place. Another proof that I'm not ready yet. I have a really bad headache, can someone give me some painkillers? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Slowly she moves her hand to her brows and rubs it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> From Mariana's side, dozens of Succubus rush forward to give their Headmistress a painkiller. Having taken only a few steps, they all stop as if they had hit an invisible net. A serious voice interrupts.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dominique quickly steps to Mariana and gives her the pills. Meanwhile, she slowly turns her head to those on the other side of the net. She must be surprised to hear no objection from Sara. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana2.jpg"><b><a1> I suppose that's it. If there are no questions, I'm gonna go to rest.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Natalie turns toward Mariana in a huff. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Mariana walks to her side, you suddenly feel as if your whole body is being crushed by gravity. There's an unbelievable weight on you, but it's not crushing you to the ground. Rather, it is applying equal pressure all over you, preventing you from moving. Natalie is the cause of this, radiating an intense wave of Lust. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie2.jpg"><b><missT1>YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? I DON'T ACCEPT THIS! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A LUST DUE-... </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Natalie couldn't finish her sentence because someone grabbed her by the chin. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Grabbing Natalie half by the chin, half by the throat, Mariana stares at her victim in a terrifying way with her eyes wide open. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana4.jpg"><b><a1> You can't treat me like this after I treated you with such respect! If you try to harm my cleansing process again, if you try to throw me back to the beginning of this filthy cycle again, I'll make you my personal slave!
I will fuck you until I forget all my worries, all the troubles, all the negativity in my head, and continue to lead this glorious dormitory! I don't give a fuck who's behind you! Don't fucking test me, kid! I'm a hundred times the morsel you can swallow!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This intense wave of Lust that affects everyone suddenly stops. Mariana lets go of Natalie's choke hold and she falls to her knees. Nobody's making a single sound. Mariana's outburst seems to be a surprise for everyone. This pitch silence is interrupted by a sudden, muffled moan. This time, everyone looks towards the sound. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see Sara, who tries to cover her mouth with her hand but cannot suppress her moan. Her bikini bottom gets ripped by her fully erect cock. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In embarrassment, she tries to hide this monster with her other hand, but fails. After looking around briefly in panic, she heads for the stairs at full speed and runs away. Without caring her, Mariana speaks to both sides.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana4.jpg"><b><a1><font size = 6>From Now On, No One Will Ever Challenge Me To A Lust Duel For Any Reason! Is That Clear? </font></a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Both sides shouted as loud as they could and Natalie's side responded to Mariana for the first time today. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. It seems that she is not at all pleased with this visit from this version of herself she is trying to escape. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After this outburst, you would expect her to walk away quickly, with an angry expression, but she looks much more tired than at the beginning. Perhaps it is an expression of disappointment.
Dominique immediately takes her arm, not like a lover but more like helping someone who has difficulty walking. She also looks very sad and low. Once Mariana is far enough away, her side rushes to Natalie, who is still on her knees.
Everyone seems to have forgotten already, but you noticed something. Whenever Mariana made a move, Sara couldn't hold back and you wonder where she went in panic. Since Mariana went to the dining hall instead of taking the stairs, everyone followed her and the upper floors must be empty. Overcome by curiosity, you start walking in the direction Sara went. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You go up the stairs. No one is there, but a few others have come upstairs with you. It surprises you a little that almost everyone followed Mariana. They must be really attached to her. You take a deep breath and try to feel where Sara is. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> If this floor wasn't this empty, it would be impossible for you to spot her, but not far from you, you feel a growing source of Lust.
You start walking in that direction, trying to look normal. After a short walk, you reach that source you felt. Do you hear soft moans and quiet slaps? As you approach the door carefully, you notice something. The door is ajar! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Without moving the door, you look through the ajar part. You hope that you don't have to stick your head inside. There is a mirror and from its reflection, you can see part of the room. You see Sara masturbating! You can only see half of her face, but that's more than enough. You're not sure if she can see you through the mirror. Maybe she didn't even notice the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see her stroking her huge cock, in a hurry. She's clearly trying to keep her voice low. She eagerly sucks her two fingers and her breath quickens as it deepens. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While she continues to stroke it with one hand, she slaps herself softly with the other. After each slap, she makes a very soft moaning sound. You can see she's getting close.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her slaps are getting a little harder. Then you hear her start to mutter something. She speaks as quietly as she can, but with each exhale her voice gets louder. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She suddenly slaps herself much harder than the previous ones. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><font size =3><cr>I'm sorry Headmistress! I didn't mean to cross the line! Please punish me! Fuck me till the dawn! I can suck your precious cock anytime you want! I want to drink your delicious milk while it oozes out of my asshole! Please go back to your normal self!... Ohhh... Please...</cr></font></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't make a sound, but suddenly you see her looking at the door. But from her point of view she can't see you. You are relieved that she didn't notice the mirror. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She takes two fingers in her mouth again and speeds up her stroking. Immediately afterwards, her huge cock starts shooting out strands of white spunk as it throbs. She cums a lot more than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before her orgasm is even over, she quickly gets up and starts to get dressed. As soon as you see this, you move away from the door as fast as you can and head for the stairs downstairs.
Those submissive desires she muttered in a low voice turned you on like crazy. You leave the Mars Dormitory with a rock hard erection and start walking to your room. There must be a way to use that! You want to fuck her! You can take advantage of being a newcomer! Maybe you could play innocent, tease her, and perhaps you could get something going.
As you've seen a few times before, Sara is a typical dominant Mars. She must be arguing that a Mars should only fuck. But you've just seen that she also craves the opposite. Maybe she only feels that way for Headmistress Mariana. You don't know, but you want to take a chance! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As soon as you enter your room, you start stroking your cock, which is starting to ache. You cum in a few minutes. While you're cumming, all you can think about is fucking Sara to make her cum just like that! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't know where Sara usually hangs out. But you think there's a better chance she's on Mariana's side. You start climbing the stairs. Since you've been stamped, you attract a lot less attention.
You've given some thought to what you're gonna say to Sara. You don't know how it's going to turn out, but you're itching to give it a try. You have to find her first. You reach the upstairs and before you start looking around, you realize something. It's empty up there! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's not like before! The vast majority are on the upstairs, but no one is in the corridors. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You hear a sharp bell and simultaneously almost all the doors open. You step aside to avoid being crushed as a stream of Succubus pour out from rooms. Looks like you just happened to catch them at the end of their class. Is it possible for you to find Sara today? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A little further away, you see someone dressed in a way that is recognizable even in this crowd. With her blouse covered with small shining stones and interesting face makeup, you manage to spot Sara. However, there's no way to get to her right now. Trying not to lose sight of her, you wait for the Succubus flood to end.
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<b><n3>Here's the first thing you've been waiting for! You know that she's in competition with Dominique. You'll try to use it to your advantage. You answer with a slightly confused expression. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No... Why would I talk to her? I thought you could help me. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She starts walking with a happy and proud expression. You start to follow her, getting even more excited. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wonder if she's gonna enter the room where you spied on her the other day, but she walks past it and enters another room. You can't really tell anything from her Lust energy. Dominique's aura was much more distinctive and assertive. Sara, on the other hand, feels like any other student here. Sara closes the door and leans against her desk, talking in a friendly voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm a newcomer who will choose this side next year. And I witnessed the debate the other day. I listened to what Headmistress Mariana said and it touched my heart. The way she described her own journey, the way she thought of us even when she was going through so much... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> When I was listening to her, I thought I was just admiring her, but it was a bit more than that. The way she stood in front of Headmistress Natalie, and especially the way she silenced her with one strong movement of her strong hand, made me so... <font size =3><i>horny.</i></font> </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Meanwhile, taking a sip of her water, Sara suddenly starts coughing. You continue without letting her say anything. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You cover your mouth with your hand and make sounds like you're on the verge of crying. The desperation in your voice was also much more realistic than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sara appears to believe you. She speaks in a voice that tries to hide her concern. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You interrupt her. Here's the main part! Still embarrassed, but in a loud voice, you shout.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No! I wanted to fuck her! Not a pussy, not a sissy ass on the other side! I want to fuck a tall, well-built Succubus with a huge cock! How insolent of me!
Since that day, I can't think of anything else! I've tried things that normally arouse me! It doesn't work! My mind keeps drifting back to that day. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're also excited and horny at the possibility of having something with Sara right now. You can use your hard-on to your advantage here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take off your skirt in one move and reveal your pulsating cock to Sara. You cover your face with both hands, trying to give the impression that you are embarrassed by the whole situation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Through your finger, you're sneaking a peek at Sara's reaction. She's looking intently at your cock. You can see that this sight definitely turned her on but she seems to be thinking about something. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr>First of all, please relax! There's nothing to be ashamed of. I argue that a Mars should be on the dominant and fucking side! But this only applies with a weak loser on the other side. It is not against my principles for two strong and capable Succubus on this side to fuck!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She holds out both hands, palms facing the ceiling. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice that her hands are filling with Lust, even starting to glow slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr> If you want my help, you won't be able to talk about it even if you wanted to! If you accept this one condition, take my hands! I also think there are some things I can teach you.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>What? That easy? Well... You'd actually prefer to keep it as a trump card, but you don't really mind that much. Moon steps in with a condescending tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Take all the deals from a weakling without even a second thought! I am the Succubus who perfected this technique! You may consider the conditions set by amateurs like her as invalid on you! Well, actually, her level is not that bad... But she's nothing in front of me! Take her hands and have fun!</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You start to approach Sara slowly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Following Moon's words, you grasp Sara's hands without a doubt in your mind. You can feel the intense Lust that accumulated in her hands. From the moment you hold Sara's hand, you can see she's completely changed. Her breathing has gotten a lot faster and she looks very excited. She rushes to the door and locks it. Then she takes everything off. With her big tits, toned body and huge hard cock, she looks absolutely amazing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While you're examining Sara's body, she moves to the other side of the room. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr> Let me dress the way I dreamed... Uhmm... Wear something I feel good in. Just hold on for a second!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The possibility that she would imagine you as Headmistress Mariana is not something that surprises you anyway. You realize she was wearing a slim T-shirt under her shimmering blouse. She throws the T-shirt aside and wears only the blouse. Then she wears long blue boots that match the color of her hair. After parting her hair to the sides and quickly securing it with a rubber band, she approaches you and gets down on her knees. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mesmerized by what is happening and the view, you could barely answer. You're really excited. It makes you feel even better, especially when you remember that you are doing all this without any help from Sun or Moon. Sara starts playing with your penis with tongue strokes. She said she has little experience, but each tongue stroke makes you ecstatic. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She must be enjoying your moans. Maintaining eye contact, she continues to sweetly torture you with her tongue. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After preparing you with tongue strokes, she starts sucking the head. Then, without waiting, she takes it down her throat. You grab Sara's head and push all the way to the base. You did that instinctively, but she adapts immediately. It's so deep that you can feel her lower lips on your balls. You can still feel her hot breath on your penis as your saliva soaked cock comes out deep in her throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sara pulls back briefly to catch her breath. You can see her cock is fully erect by now. It looks much bigger than yours. After displaying it to you and stroking it a bit, she goes back to sucking you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr> You got me all hard down there! I like your energy! You feel like a storm that's tough to get used to!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She stands up and pulls her sofa bed into a bed in one move. Then she lies on it, and continues to suck you. That's quite pleasurable, but you were hoping you'd already started fucking her. Also, you don't want to cum before her! If she keeps sucking you, you might even cum even before you even start fucking her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You step back a little and ask, slightly embarrassed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sara exhales a sharp breath. She seems to be trying to prepare herself mentally. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she hesitantly turns her back to you, in contrast to her earlier confident movements. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She turns her ass to you and shows you her gorgeous hole and the huge monster dangling beneath it. If you felt a little more comfortable, you would want to lick her hole and her penis from the very root for hours. But your body drags your hips forward and you find yourself on the verge of achieving what you've been dreaming of. You put the tip against her tight hole and slowly work your way in. It's so tight, you can only stick your head in. And Sara lets out a scream of pain and pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While you are thinking that you definitely should have relaxed her by licking and fingering her, you notice she is slowly starting to move her hips back and forth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Just now you could only put your head in. But after a few deep breaths in and out, you can feel how relaxed her asshole gets. After that, you can fuck her with ease. When you instinctively start moving back and forth, Sara instantly adapts her hips to your rhythm.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you speed up together, with sweet moans escaping her mouth, you're fully ready to fuck her. You don't know how long you can last in real sex. With your pussy, cumming wasn't an end. But now, unless you force yourself really hard, it's the end. You feel a little pressured. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not long after starting and just getting into the pace, Sara suddenly pulls herself away. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This is an unexpected move, because you thought she would imagine you as Headmistress Mariana. She quickly turns onto her back and spreads her legs. You feel your penis getting hard enough to hurt a little. Her perfect breasts, her penis, not fully erect but resting on her belly like a thick snake, and her big balls on both sides, have an overwhelming sensation that stuns you. In that moment, you feel like you're seeing the most mesmerizing sight you've ever seen in your life.
For a brief moment, you gather saliva in your mouth and spit, aiming at her hole. As you rub your dick in this lubricating fluid, you are kept distracted by Sara's thick cock. Just as you're about to continue fucking, you want to feel her cock with your penis and you gently tease her with it. She's almost big enough to give herself a titjob. You still couldn't get used to the size of it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sara grabs her semi-erect cock and lifts it up. You can tell by the gaze that she wants you inside her so badly. Without making her wait, you stick your dick in her asshole. When you first enter, you again feel that it is quite tight and will not let you in, but this time she relaxes her hole much more quickly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you slowly picking up speed, Sara speaks softly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr>Take a deep breath! And you focus on pleasure too! Just as it motivates you to know that you give me pleasure, I would like to see the same! Just the way you look at me alone makes me feel really good! Now drop your unnecessary thoughts and fuck me!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After hearing this, you start to speed up, looking into Sara's eyes. The desire in her eyes and her faint smile tickles your insides. She grabs her fat cock and swings it. You lean down and kiss her cock as you continue to speed up. Your breathing synchronizes with her as sticky pre-cum smears on your lips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sara laughs, makes little giggles, bites her lip or closes her eyes in pleasure. You can see that she is overall comfortable and trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible. She also tries to keep you motivated with little approvals. She reminds you to keep breathing. She grabs your hand and takes it to her cock.
You can really feel her intent to teach you some things. And that feels quite pleasant. You feel a lot less pressure and you feel more in the moment with her. You keep fucking her in a steady rhythm. A few times you felt her leg twitching. That's a good sign that she's not faking it. You could take yourself out of the moment and look into her mind to see how much she's faking, but you don't want to.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your pace is slowing down a bit. Actually, you're feeling a little tired. You feel like your lower abdomen is cramping and you are out of breath. Sara must have realized this, she gently pushes you by the chest and lays you on your back. She licks her hand and slowly strokes your dick, which is covered in her own ass juice. Even this slow stroking makes you clench your ass, since she focuses especially on the head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sara1.jpg"><b><cr> That alone was a better performance than most Succubus around here. And of course I'm not even talking about the losers on the other side! You're a real Mars!
You're doing great! From now on, I'll do most of the work! Focus on my body bouncing on you! I want to feel your eyes locked on me! You can cum whenever you want!</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lifts her hips and sits on your dick. Although she's not hard, her cock is still looking huge and her perfect balls complete the view. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Once she starts bouncing, you realize something. Every time she goes down, she squeezes her hole tightly and releases it again on the way back up. When you're deep inside her, the way her ass strangles your dick helplessly, catches you by surprise and you moan as your stomach tightens. The pleasure you get is much greater, but it will definitely make you cum faster. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sara goes down but doesn't move. She moves her hips very gently as she looks into your eyes. She uses her recent discovery even more intensely on you. Her ass, tightening and relaxing, is filling you with pleasure with a rhythm that makes you squirm. While you're going through all this, Sara's sensual gaze, looking down on you... </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She continues to bounce on you with little sadistic giggles. And her hanging cock slaps your belly with every bounce. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You want to look at her but you are getting close to your limit. You choose to throw your head back and focus on everything you feel. Seeing this, Sara bites her lip slightly and picks up the pace. You can't see it, but she's getting hard again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your breathing gets a lot heavier. Sara continues to bounce on you as she strokes her hard cock. Not only did she get faster, she started bouncing much harder. Every time she comes down, she gives a teasing smack on your balls with her ass. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Sara's moans became louder. The speed of her stroking and her movements shows that she is also getting close.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You raise your head again. Every word of this goddess bouncing on you has the effect of an unquestionable order on you right now. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Soon you feel your whole body convulsing with a burning sensation. You cum with all your strength in Sara's ass, and she squirts her hot cum all over you. Even though your orgasm is over, you continue to thrust up and down with your hips, and Sara harmonizes with these instinctive thrusts. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sara gets off your dick and squats on your belly. She waits patiently as your semen flows out of her ass and onto you. Then she lies down next to you. You're both panting. She licks your ear sweetly as she gently mixes both your cum with her finger.
She gets up and briefly sucks your semi-hard dick first. Then she sucks the pool of cum from your belly into her mouth in one swoop and moves closer to you. Without waiting, she gives you a kiss and pushes everything in her mouth into yours. On Sara's command, you start swallowing the mixture of her ass juice, her cum and your cum in your mouth.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Meanwhile, she's gently caressing your throat. After swallowing it all, feeling the need to prove it, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Sara approaches and sucks your tongue. Then she gets up and starts to clean herself after leaving a towel next to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Someone is knocking on your door hysterically. The knocking gets stronger and faster. The energy coming from the other side of the door is familiar. You can feel the fear and anxiety. A little disgruntled, you head for the door and calmly open it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you open the door, you see Ella. Because she's standing too close to the door, your faces are too close too. She slips inside and waves at you to close the door. She seems to be trying to calm down, as she plays with her hair as usual. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>I'm paying for my fame and a momentary lapse of judgment. Someone broke into my room a few days ago. Her name was Angela. She came from a place called The Center or something to leave a message. Of course, the message isn't made of words. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You exhale deeply. Either way, Lucy's gonna find out what happened. You want to hear what happened as soon as possible. You speak with a slightly commanding tone.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella stands up and starts to explain with big gestures. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>Oh! By the way, I guess you can read mind or something. Also, look at what I'm picturing, okay? I'm starting! </ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella> Recently, I won my first official Lust Duel. But it was a specific challenge about whether I could make the other Succubus cum in a certain amount of time. So it wasn't really dangerous.
I was already well-known up to that point, but after that duel, I became someone the whole Dormitory knew. And because I was a newcomer, both sides wanted me for themselves.</ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>It was an ordinary day for me. I was showing my power to those who challenge me. Not with official duels, just challenges. But a big crowd was watching us like usual. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She appears in your mind. One of the two Headmistresses of Mars Dormitory, Natalie! As Ella continues, you feel your perception slowly shifting. Momentarily, you can hear Ella's narration as you shift into the perspective of Ella experiencing it. Apparently, you have to get used to this. To experience it both in the first and third person. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're on the ground and you don't know why. And there's Natalie, in all her glory, staring at you. You can feel the effect of her energy. How overwhelming and at the same time desirable. You feel like you're being strangled by a garden of flowers.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Natalie reaches down and picks you up. Her touch tickles your entire body. You're in the middle of Mars Dormitory. Everyone's watching what's happening. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Even if she didn't call your name, you're as affected as if she did. Your vision is half blurred. You're uncomfortable. You want to get out from under her influence, it seems? No! That's exactly what you want! Whether it's a flower garden or an anchor hand, this thing is suffocating you. You don't want that feeling. You hate it!
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella> I was just trying to get rid of that feeling. I just wanted to move even a little bit. I could barely see in front of me. I didn't mean to! I DID NOT do it by purpose!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella slowly squats down. She covers her face with her hands and looks up at you after a short while.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You repeat with astonishment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>My only focus was to be able to move... And Lust Control is best in my hands. For a moment I concentrated all my focus on my right hand and... suddenly it happened. My arm flew out like a catapult and I slapped Natalie with the back of my hand. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella is fixing her messed up hair. Her face is grim, and she seems to be trying to figure out what to say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>Well... Natalie held her slapped cheek. She didn't look angry at all. She was looking into my eyes... I guess. Then I noticed a loud noise approaching me.
Umm... A horde of Succubus, seeing their Headmistress being slapped in front of them, were charging at me. The moment I realized that, I passed out. And the rest... I don't know. Probably, when they got close enough, they froze under Natalie's influence.... Aaaand I haven't set foot in Mars Dormitory since. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She puts on an optimistic smile and continues in a sweet voice. It looks more like she is trying to comfort herself. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella>I haven't told anyone what happened. Next year is still a long time away. Maybe they'll forget me by then. I've already decided I won't choose Natalie's side. Everything might have been fine. So what, a slap? My hand slipped. Isn't it obvious that I didn't mean to do it? </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She laughs a little anxiously as she plays with her hair. You have to refocus her. You gesture with your hands for her to calm down, hoping in a reassuring way. Then continue in a serious and calm tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She loudly claps her hands and pumps herself up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly she starts to undress. Then she stops and looks at you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't want to put any pressure on her. Especially when you don't know about what happened. As she looks at you, her cute little dick sticking out of her nightgown. She suddenly stops undressing and moves to your bed. The bed where you've freshly changed the sheets.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Sprawled comfortably on your bed, she begins. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella> I was having a quiet and peaceful night in my room, trying to decide whether or not to masturbate before going to sleep.
And then, I felt something strange. Just for a moment! You know when someone is looking at you and you feel it without knowing how? It was like that, but much weaker. Of course I didn't care and I continued my thinking session. And then BAAMMMM!!! </ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella> I was definitely not alone in my room! Again, it was momentary, but much more clear. I thought it was Aunt Lucy because she always visits me in hidden and she warned me well. If she can't come, she would send the Succubus, who is tall and doesn't like to talk much. I am free to do what I want with anyone who comes except these two. Without thinking about these things, I reached for my Latex cloak.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're inside Ella's mind again. You see things through Ella's eyes and feel what she feels. You have no control over it because it's something that happened in the past.
The moment you touch the cloak, you see an image in front of you that is familiar and nostagic. You see Angela in a body-hugging Latex suit. You heard about her joining the Center, but you haven't seen her or heard anything about her for a long time. She didn't strike you as very confident or intelligent. But you know that, if she was still on Lucy's side, she would be your trainer for a time. Which is why you're secretly intrigued about her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You weren't very affected, but you can feel Ella's surprise. Yet she remains calm and quiet. She's carefully studying her. Angela continues.</n3></b>
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The opportunity you've been waiting for! You reach out your hands and aim for Angela. Both of your hands start to vibrate slowly. You feel amazing! Eyes wide open, a spooky smile and all your strength, you attack Angela. The real satisfaction here comes from the fact that you've managed to trick someone. While your hands are vibrating like crazy, you're waiting for a reaction from Angela... But nothing happens.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You blink rapidly, your perception all jumbled. But you're really impressed by Ella's calmness. You confirm her with your head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Meanwhile, she tries every pillow on your bed, one by one. After trying each pillow, she struggles until her hair is completely fixed, then she puts her head on another pillow and messes it up again. Yet this doesn't seem to break her focus. On the contrary, she is even more in the moment. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As your hands continue to vibrate, Angela turns towards you, realizing that she's in the right room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're a little tired, but you have no intention of showing it. You really tried with all your strength, but it didn't work. Angela exhales a frustrated sigh. Then she starts walking towards you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She comes up to you and places one hand on your back and the other on your chin, but she doesn't touch you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> First, she touches a few of your joints, then your back and neck with her fingertip. Everywhere she touches, you feel as if a knot that has been molded has been untied.
You feel like you have just come out of a long hours of massage, but without the tiredness. Your body feels very energized. Angela continues to touch you, making little sounds of approval, pleased with the results of her work.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After about a minute, Angela pulls back a little and examines you thoroughly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>Make sure you stand up straight at the beginning. Closing forward should be the last step. Put one foot forward! Shoulders in their natural position! Don't forget to breathe!
Now think as if you are pushing a wall. The force will come from the floor, to your legs, then to your back and finally to your palms. Immediately after you start, squeeze your buttocks and feel all the strength in your back. Instinctively, you will lean forward a little, letting all this accumulated power out of your hands. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are ready to try. You feel very light but strong at the same time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angela gets in front of you and stands in a position where she can't defend herself. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath. Your eyes are closed. Normally you never focus on your own energy and form. You were just attuned to the flow of the other one's Lust, trying to disrupt it or take it under your control.
You feel ready! As you pull both arms back, you can feel the energy building up in your body. You stretch your arms out towards Angela with all your strength in a way you have never felt before. Angela slides back about a meter. You didn't intend to smash her against the wall anyway! You're focusing with your entire self.
First your fingers, then your hands. Finally your whole arm starts to vibrate. But it's not the uncontrolled shaking it used to be. Your body, clinging to the ground like a tree, is able to balance the vibration in your arms although with some difficulty. This allows you to use a much stronger and higher frequency vibration.
Now it's time to check the results! You look at Angela, who has moved a little away from you. She has her right arm outstretched a bit towards you and she is smiling. When you concentrate a little, you see the hand towards you is trembling slowly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stop vibrating, gasping for breath. So your greatest, ultimate performance only made one of her hands tremble. A total disappointment!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes and see Ella shaking you trying to wake you up. You look around in a daze. Even though you realize where you are, it takes a while for your perception to get used to it. You see some books on the floor. When you lift your head, you see that your bookshelf is in shambles and your books are scattered everywhere.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You know this has nothing to do with Ella's narrative. When you enter her mind, you experience things as if you were her. It must be harder to maintain that distinction, especially when it's something you're following with curiosity. And because Ella's main focus is on what she's telling you, you can access a lot more with less effort. You have to be careful to maintain this line.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Ella goes back to your bed, you feel a spasm in your hand. You look at your hand and it vibrates, even if only momentarily, just like what you experience in her mind. You make a fist and stop it vibrating. Ella throws herself on the bed. A few of your pillows fall to the floor. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You have a tickle in your throat. You clear your throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sounded low and squeaky. You clear your throat again and cough a few times. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She looks more excited than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She sets aside the gray pillow you mentioned and takes all the other pillows in front of her. Then she starts to test them one by one. This time it takes much longer to examine a pillow.
She takes different positions as if she were sleeping and tests the comfort of each position. Again, every time she switches to another pillow, she makes sure to fix her hair. After a short while, she remembers you and continues to explain. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>ou're in Ella's mind again. This time you will pay extra attention to maintaining your sense of self. Ella is sitting in her chair, resting.
She is demoralized by the fact that even her most powerful attack so far has not worked against the kind unknown stranger. Also, at this moment, Ella thinks she might have been sent by Lucy. And the offer she's going to make has something to do with the slap. Angela looks at Ella with her hands on her waist. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She is lying. You don't know why or what the truth is but her tone was very convincing. Angela looks down thoughtfully. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>Hmm... There's a good chance it exists but you haven't discovered it. I can't be sure because it is something that varies a lot from each individual, but I can probably help you with this. I am confident in that! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Seems like she can really do it. You're filled with anxiety... No! Ella is filled with anxiety. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angela spreads her arms wide. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella doesn't have much of her initial composure. Both because she has built up a certain trust in Angela, even if it is very minimal, and because she is a little tired.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Angela takes a step forward. There is some reproach in her voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella stands up. She sounds more confused than angry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're aware because you're in Ella's mind. Nothing Angela has to say is gonna convince her. She is still worried about angering her, but she increasingly finds it harder to keep her words to herself. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella5.jpg"><b><ella> In our family, strength is everything! Dominance is everything! She rejected the entire family on her own will! Even though she was the strongest amongs them! When she could have been the next head! And she stood up for me! To me who was rejected by them! You can't stand in front of me and talk shit about Aunt Lucy!</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Ella shouts angrily, a look of sorrow mixed with disappointment begins to appear on Angela's face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The sadness on Angela's face begins to turn into a determined and emotionless expression. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angela gives her final warning. But Ella, although she knows she doesn't stand a chance, shows no intention of backing down. Her eyes are slightly narrowed and she looks at Angela with defiance. Angela nods reluctantly and holds out her hand with the snake towards Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She gives her orders to the snake, her earlier emotional and compassionate tone is gone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The black snake starts to stretch towards you. Just because you couldn't do anything against her doesn't mean you can't try again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are aware that you can't hold this vibration for long. You hope to create an opening at least. Then your arms meet in front of your body. It becomes increasingly difficult to breathe and you feel your mouth being closed. Before you realize what is happening, you feel a pressure around your throat.
Something is definitely wrapped around you, squeezing you tighter and tighter. But you didn't even see the snake move and you don't see it on yourself. You hear Angela's worried shout. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a deep breath as its grip on you loosens. You realize that your mouth is open and your throat is no longer being squeezed. Yet you are in no condition to move. You feel a hand on your chest. It is gently pushing you towards your chair.
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>You dumb girl! I have to punish you for not taking what I said seriously. Would you like a little taste of your own medicine? How desperate does it feel to have your internal Lust flow messed with? I can teach you everything you need to know! </ange1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>But first I must remind you how weak you are. It was Natalie who wanted you. You could say I'm competing with her. We're competing for you! I know you're faking it. I know how hard you're trying not to show that little submissive pervert inside you. I'm only holding your little throat and you're already writhing in pleasure. Don't think I haven't noticed your little dick trying to stick out! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>So she knows? You don't have to act? Don't you need to look strong, be dominant? How comforting. Maybe you should just enjoy this for a while. After all, you can't escape from her anyway. You exhale with great relief. Your vision is a little blurry, and the hand on your body is makes you swoon with pleasure. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a warmth on your lips. Angela is running her fingers over your lips. Your lips are burning with pleasure. You're bursting with the desire to kiss her. And she continues to scold you, always in control. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel two fingers thrust hard into your mouth. Without waiting, she shoves her hand down your throat. It's the first time you're experiencing something like this. Your eyes are watering and your gag reflex is kicking in. But Angela doesn't seem to care. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A little later she takes her hand out. While you think she is letting you breathe, she shoves three fingers down your throat. She pushes her hand in and out as far as she can. Her other hand is holding her throat. You can feel the hand holding your throat touching the fingers in your throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>s the tears drip from your eyes, Angela continues to tease you. If only you could get used to this feeling sooner so you could enjoy this moment. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angela, leans your head back. She looks you in the eye and starts slapping you gently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You move your hand up a little and start stroking the tip, which is even more sensitive. Angela stares into your eyes with immense desire while you try to hold yourself back. Maybe she has a point. Aunt Lucy might have had her faults.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Angela starts slapping your tongue slowly. You feel each slap all over your body. You wish she was a little harder on you. But you can tell she's intentionally being this gentle. To drive you even more crazy.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1>Did that tongue yell at me, huh? I'll put you in your place! Don't you dare to cum! But patience, we're getting close to the big surprise! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Whatever happens, you'll endure it! You don't want these sensetions to end. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You wait for more, but it's just pitch black. Did something happen to Ella? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly you go snap back to your perception. You are in your room and Ella is lying with her face buried in a pillow. She actually stripped naked while telling the story. With a slight panic, you get up and approach her. Is she crying? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You bring your hand up to Ella's shoulder. Just as you're about to touch her, she lifts her head And looks at you with drowsy eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath. You still don't understand what's really going on. Natalie is also a Center member and she wanted Ella for herself, as a slave. Angela, as she learned about Ella, identified with her and wanted Ella for herself, as her apprentice/slave. If that's the case, it means both sides will make moves for her. Ella lies on her back and continues.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lying naked on your bed, she smiles. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angela takes her drenched hand out of your mouth. She holds out her hand in front of you. Your saliva drips from her hand onto your crotch. You hope maybe she'll touch it, but at the last moment, she grabs your throat with her wet hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela1.jpg"><b><ange1> Take a good look! This is your filthy work! You want me to touch your lame penis, huh? Upps, no! I'm not touching that! But it's time to bring out your little thing. Take off your pants!</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your hand immediately grasps your dick, which has been begging for touch for a long time. Immediately after, you feel two hands on your throat again. But this time, it's different. It really cuts off your breath. And this rush makes your stroking go faster. You feel like you're going to pass out. You want to cum before it happens. Angela's voice makes you flinch.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> An image appears in your mind. Angela is already gone, Ella, unable to cum, has masturbated for hours and is sleep deprived. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn back to present Ella, smirking in front of you. You don't know how much you really grasp the seriousness of things, even as you enter her mind. Maybe she's at a level of genius you can't comprehend. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella12.jpg"><b><ella>At first my world collapsed. I thought if I tried long enough, I could cum. But there was no way. I was coming to that limit, but I couldn't reach one step beyond it. But I was having a lot of fun. Still, after a few hours, it started to get frustrating. That feeling of incompleteness was very intense. But I found a solution, so it's fine. </ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/ella11.jpg"><b><ella> What I'm afraid of is being torn between Angela and Natalie' competition. And Natalie's fans must be still pretty angry against me. I like being the center of attention, but this is a bit much.</ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's really too much. Yet Ella seems to be handling it all very well. You need to report the situation to Lucy and act according to a plan. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella rubs her chin thoughtfully. You want to blame that on her lack of sleep. You really don't know what to do. But either way, you feel you have to tell Lucy. The first option you can think of is for Ella to pretend to join Angela and spy on them. But that might be a bit much for her. It might have been too much for you too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After what Ella told you, you weren't sure what to do at first. But there's only one thing you can do. To tell Lucy what happened. You grab your cloak and set off. There's an uneasiness inside you. You hope that telling her won't cause Ella any extra trouble. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You walk through the forest at a very fast pace. As you enter, you pray inside that Lucy is in the dungeon. In the main area Mel is sitting with a slightly bored expression. When she sees you, she startles and jumps to her feet. You get right to the point.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter a room with hurried steps. It is dazzlingly white. Lucy turns to you curiously as you enter. No wonder she wasn't expecting you here on a Sunday. Her outfit captures your eyes for a moment. She looks perfect. You regain your focus as she speaks in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You hadn't planned exactly how you were going to explain it. As you're thinking about where to start, suddenly there's another knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door opens and a Succubus enters. You've never seen her before. The Latex hood she wears completely covers her eyes and has zippers on all sides. Even more eye-catching are the Latex hands that cover her whole body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Without saying a word, she slowly throws a Latex marble to Lucy. Lucy controls the marble in the air and picks it up. You were once brought a Latex marble. It's a one-time storage of a message. Lucy stares off somewhere, as if listening to something, and her blinking quickens. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A black figure flying in the forest. Trying to reach The Center at full speed. After what she'd just heard, Lucy acted without thinking. Normally, there's no way she would do such a thing. Because everything she does has an impact on others besides herself. But things are different now. As it gets darker and darker, Lucy crosses the barriers one after the other. They know she's coming! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After passing all the barriers, she reaches the main gate. She must control herself now. She lands on the ground and takes a moment to breathe. She can't dive in there like a bullet. She starts walking with a serious expression and a frown. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As she approaches the entrance to the Chapel, the nun on guard speaks to Lucy from a distance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy looks up in annoyance. There's no way she's wasting her time with this piece of garbage. She will walk right past her. And if she dares to do anything, she will make her regret it! If only she didn't have to hold herself back...
Nun spoke in a nonchalant voice and thought her words would be enough. But this former head of a department, wearing a thick Latex cloak, walks on as if nothing has happened. She gulps and speaks again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It felt very strange to call her by her name... But Lucy doesn't stop. On the contrary, she speeds up. She's not a stranger. There is no way to scare her with empty threats. If she wants to go in, she'll do it and face the consequences. But she's not someone like that. She is someone who plans her every move with logic and yet remains unpredictable. Or is this move also part of a plan of hers? Her previous visit had also been considered rather bizarre here.
As Lucy quickens her pace, without saying a word, she won her battle against the nun. She had locked the nun in her mind and made her unable to move. It doesn't matter what that insignificant nun does anyway. The ones who need to know already know she's here. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy passes by the nun, but after what she hears, she stops where she is. Nun says two words in a terrified tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Panther? Lucy didn't even notice her. She turns her head slowly. Panther stares at her in an elegant pose, tulle streaming from her gigantic hat. A Higher-Up is the last thing she needs right now! </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>Welcome, Lucy. If you miss us this much, you're welcome to rejoin us. Until then, you can't just walk in. We have a reputation to maintain, don't we? That's what you always said.</panther></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Lucy stands where she is, Panther begins to approach her with silent steps. Nun takes a few steps back. She tries to hide it, but her body trembles with fear. Panther stands in front of Lucy and studies her briefly. Although Lucy is taller thanks to her high heels, Panther's slim and graceful figure covers up the difference. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy knows she has to choose her words carefully. She has to explain to her why she's here without rambling. Panther turns to the nun and speaks briefly in a harsh tone. Completely different from the tone in which she speaks to Lucy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Despite everything, Lucy's temper hasn't abated. She has no intention of leaving without fulfilling her arrival purpose. She looks up and stares at Panther's face, hidden by her hat. Just as she is about to open her mouth, she is filled with a feeling that overwhelms her, even oppresses her. It comes from her left. A pair of eyes watches her carefully. Reminding her once again to be careful what comes out of her mouth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With goose bumps, Lucy starts with a short question. But she can't help her voice trembling slightly in anger. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Panther tilts her head slightly to the right. </n3></b>
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Ella is trying to figure out what's going on. The last thing she remembers is lying on her bed to take a nap. But this isn't her bed! She's on a Latex mattress, secured with countless straps. She is dressed in a purple lingerie set. A cream-colored garter and high heels in a matching color. And her fully erect and throbbing cock is encased in a device she doesn't recognize. Two large metal rods on either side and two smaller hard plastic ones on the inner side. They stand on a transparent circle of hard plastic.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The door opens slowly and someone enters with a metal tray. Headmistress Natalie in an aqua green Latex dress! The moment she walks in, the entire mood of the room changes. It feels like a perfume with a pungent scent but not overwhelming. This is not the first time Ella is experiencing it. She knows that if Natalie wants, she can intensify this feeling to the point of paralyzing her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She gently pokes the metal bars surrounding Ella's throbbing penis. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She picks up a dark yellow pump from the metal tray. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Natalie grabs Ella's dick by the base and shakes it. Then she gently places the pump that will torture Ella for hours. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>You're still hard! Are you enjoying this? I told you you'd be tortured for hours and it only made you harder. Now let's place it properly and prepare your sweet cock a good workout. You'll end up so exhausted that you probably won't even notice when I lock you in the cage. </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She starts to put on the Latex gloves on the metal tray. Ella's face reveals that she still hasn't fully grasped the situation. Natalie expected a lot more struggling and questioning. She finds this a bit cute. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>Actually, I don't particularly intend to torture you. But I have to prepare you. I couldn't bear to lose you when you are in such a sweet spot, so I bit the bullet. I'm not the only Succubus who desires you. Do you remember the moment you slapped me? </missT1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>No, that slap is the real reason you're here right now. At the time of that slap, you were supposed to be so repressed that you couldn't even hear your own thoughts. But you were able to move, even though you are only a newcomer. </missT1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>And in such a rebellious way... Your arm suddenly broke out from under my grasp and smacked me. If you can do this as a newcomer, I don't have much time. I need to stop your growth as much as possible and keep you in that perfect sweet spot!
Strong enough to not melt under me, but weak enough to do what I want with you... And the first step is to remove your proud penis from the equation! Let's get started... </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Natalie picks up a small controller. She slowly spins the wheel on it and the process begins with Ella's shy moans.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The pump that covers her pulsating penis starts to move back and forth very slowly. Due to the material it is made of, a vacuum effect is created. Therefore, slow does not mean that it is ineffective. Ella leans back on the bed and seems to be enjoying herself. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She turns the wheel a little more and waits for Ella's response. Ella's eyes are already twitching and her body is convulsing. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>Looks like you're having a little too much fun. This pace should be enough for now. </missT1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>You don't seem to have noticed, but I hid a plug in your hole. That's a good sign. We're gonna have a lot more work with your hole... Let's get that plug out. </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella panics but there is not much she can do. All she can focus on right now is the pump sucking her penis with great force. Natalie grabs the end of the plug but Ella's body is so contracted that she can't pull it out as she expects. This makes her giggle. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1> I know how you feel about it. But don't worry, once you taste it, you'll be addicted. You'll realize the futility of what's dangling in front of you. I'm leading you on the path to becoming a real Mars!</missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Natalie adds another finger. She doesn't move her hand much for a while to let her hole get used to it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella looks at Natalie with eyes that she can barely seem to keep open and nods. It is difficult to make out what she is saying as her words are completely blended with her moans. Natalie presses her other hand over Ella's mouth and silences her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Natalie starts moving her fingers inside Ella's ass. The tiny thrusts, aimed at her prostate, are more than enough. Ella completely lets herself go. At the mercy of the pump that sucks her relentlessly and Natalie's fingers that give her more and more pleasure. She doesn't need to do anything. Right now her entire existence is occupied.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Natalie sticks a third finger in. When she notices that Ella is not reacting as she expected, she looks up. She realizes that her hand pressed against Ella's face is oppressing her a bit too much. Without realizing it, she lost a little control of her Lust release. Then she decides to take her hand off Ella's face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Natalie increases the speed of the pump a little more. Then she continues to stretch Ella's ass with her three fingers. It's getting close to the time for her first orgasm. As she continues to stimulate her prostate, she starts to fuck her ass even more violently by moving her hand back and forth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella says something but Natalie can't understand. She just makes string of sounds, as if she has no control over her mouth. Her hand over Ella's mouth must be one of the reasons for this. Natalie finds this adorable. If she can keep her at these levels, she'll be the perfect slave. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella's body tightens and tightens. Her neck craned forward, locked in Natalie's eyes, trying to keep up with the pleasure building in her body. With some difficulty she says something again. This time Natalie understands what she is saying. She gives a somewhat cynical laugh.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1> Don't stop? Let's see if you can say that in ten minutes. Don't stop... You still haven't realized what you're in for! But I love that naive essence of you. The whole Mars Dormitory does. Both sides want you by their side. Of course, you don't really comprehend what I'm saying right now... </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As Natalie speaks, suddenly Ella's muscles start to spasm all over her body. Natalie understands what this means and a smile grows on her face. She loves watching the orgasm faces of the others! Ella begs with all her might.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Natalie picks up the pace and makes Ella have her first orgasm. When she looks up, she sees Ella staring into her eyes and saying something. The words cannot escape, but Natalie could clearly read her lips. She responds with a slightly sarcastic, slightly embarrassed laugh.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella's first orgasm doesn't slow Natalie down. On the contrary, it speeds her up. Ella's eyes narrow, her moaning stops and her head starts to sway slowly. Then her eyes close and her head falls on her shoulder. Natalie would definitely get hard right now if she wasn't in a cage. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>How well behaved you are. I didn't think you'd accept it so easily. You've never even really tried to get free. Just a few small flutters, which you know are pointless. I was prepared to put you in your place, to yell and scream at you.
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie6.jpg"><b><missT1>I think it'll be okay, but let's keep your voice under control. You'll probably faint soon anyway. I'll come back in a few hours and lock you in a cage. A special one! I'll have to be very delicate to stop your development. </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella seems much more conscious since Natalie's hand stopped stimulating her prostate like crazy. Natalie caresses Ella's hair and sweetly taps her nose. </n3></b>
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If she had tried with all her might at the beginning, she might have managed to escape. But Natalie could have easily detained her. And now she can barely find the energy to think. I guess there's nothing to do but accept it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She looks at the pump, which has not shown mercy to her cock for even a second. She notices that her cum is oozing from the sides. But it got paste-like texture from the constant back and forth motion. Now it helps the pump in its work as a lubricant. Not that bad, she thinks. There's nothing to do. If there is nothing to do, perhaps she should try to submit for a while.
Maybe being a slave is not so bad. After all, she is one of the two biggest names in the Mars Dormitory. Her solace is interrupted by the spasms of her body. Her legs tremble and her neck twitches. The second orgasm is much more painful than the first... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella's asleep in there. She is dressed in a purple lingerie set, heels of the same color. Her hair is all messed up and she looks exhausted. The last detail is the one that angers Lucy the most. She's got a dark pink chastity cage on. Lucy's cape gently embraces Ella and wraps her tenderly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she turns around. There's two Succubus in front of her. Panther and Madalyn, who recently left her and joined The Center. With her tall stature, intimidating energy of Lust and her piercing gaze, she has an absolutely menacing aura. Lucy knew her quite well.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> But nothing can cause her to feel fear right now, even if the whole world is against her. After staring down Madalyn, she turns her gaze to Panther. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She sounds even angrier than when she came here. Panther, quite calmly, takes a few steps and approaches Lucy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Madalyn shifts her gaze to Panther. The concern in her eyes is not very visible from the outside, but the possibility of these two getting into each other is something that makes her very nervous. Lucy speaks again in a calmer voice. But this tone drop is not caused by her calming down. Somehow, she sounds much more threatening and angry now. She repeats all the words with emphasis. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Panther closes the distance and confronts Lucy. She puts her hand on Lucy's shoulder and she speaks calmly. Her anger, which she is also trying to suppress, is quite clear.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She pulls her hand away and heads for the door, Ella floating behind her, sleeping in a black cocoon in the air. Madalyn doesn't realize she's blocking the way. Lucy orders her in a harsh voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy's steps are no longer audible. Panther still hasn't moved. Madalyn is not sure what to do either. She doesn't want to ask her if she's okay. But if she leaves without informing her, it could turn out even worse. Just as she takes a breath to speak, Panther's laughter interrupts her.
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>A truly unpredictable brat. She didn't hesitate for a second to challenge me, even though she knew she didn't stand a chance against me. I love it! I love such crazy personalities! I wish she was my right-hand instead of you.</panther></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Madalyn nods silently. Panther takes her hand gently and brings it to her shoulder, where Lucy's hand was just a moment ago.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>Her crazy side that defies logic. Lucy's also has it. All the Higher-ups have it. I think a few names of surprises have it too. But you don't! At least for now...</panther></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>This body you have. It's superior from head to toe. Your size, your gaze, your technique, those full lips... It's like it's specially designed just to dominate, to trample...</panther></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>I don't care about your preferences. But remember that even that preference says something about you. Being tortured by a pack of Succubus that you have tortured for months is much, much difficult and braver than dominating male humans.
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<img src="img/profiles/panther2.jpg"><b><panther>I forbid you to show any mercy. Break her! You know your methods better. But in the end, I want her to be uneasy even when someone says her own name. I want her to be afraid that when someone in the Mars Dormitory calls her Headmistress, you'll appear out of nowhere. Crash down on her like a nightmare!
You can do this with ease, Madalyn. If you can break out of your shell, it's quite possible you can even reach the same status as me. I will continue to expose your vulnerabilities! And I'll keep comparing you to Summer and the others! The day you can prove to me otherwise... Even your kisses will have the power to make me scream in pleasure. I want to savor your every bit of your body! I really, truly want it! Please prove yourself to me that you're worthy of me! I still believe in you!</panther></b></div>\
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<b><n3> These marbles must be the result of her technique. Another technique Latex has adapted. But what exactly is her technique? Whispers? Even though you've never seen her, her attitude is as if she's known you for a long time. Also the fact that she addressed Lucy only by her name says a lot about her.
She is talking about things that can be called rather random in the current situation. She has a friendly tone. Her appearance and your surroundings would normally creep you out, but Willow's soothing and calm voice is enough to shatter that impression. She appears to have a curious and somewhat shy nature. Amidst the endless quiet hum of the tubes, she stops suddenly and slowly turns her head towards you. You realize that you still haven't quite gotten used to the Latex hands covering her whole body.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1> Natalie acted without informing anyone. It wouldn't have made any difference if you had told me because everything happened sudden and unexpected. I will study everything about it and I will take care of it. We tend to forget that, but you're just a newcomer. Just like her...</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy3.jpg"><b><l1>I can't let you undertake any of this when you already have so much to worry about and so much to deal with. Like I said, I'll take care of it! I will not let this go, even if it disrupts my schedule! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3><i><h2>*About A Week Later* </h2></i>
Ella is under constant surveillance by a Succubus placed by Lucy. Since the Succubus is wearing Hiding Latex, Ella barely feels her presence, but it's still uncomfortable. She can't masturbate freely or try "new" things. She can't avoid her gaze in her room, but she can create time windows in the academy where she can avoid her eyes. In one of those windows, wearing her own Hiding Latex, Ella is waiting for someone. After a short while, she sees her. She turns her back, fixes her hair and tries to hide her excitement.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>In front of her is Angela with spiky Latex jacket and high boots. They need to keep these secret meetings short. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella speaks after a brief look around. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella>I told her you came to my room one day and warned me about Headmistress Natalie. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Angela smiles softly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Ella nods gently. Angela's smile widens.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> This time she shakes her head negatively. On the night of the same day Ella spoke to $name, Angela paid her second visit. Even though Ella panicked that night, it seems that Angela didn't really know about the visit to your room. She seems satisfied. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella>Aunt Lucy came to my rescue as soon as she heard the news. I told you she isn't bad. What has to happen to make you realize that you are wrong about her? </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Angela looks into Ella's eyes.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1> She's really protective of you. She must have a benefit I don't know about. Otherwise she's not like that. I don't even understand how she found out that fast. I heard about it after everything happened.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Ella looks down with an annoyed expression but then lifts her head back up with excitement. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella> When can we do the next... Uh... </ella></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1>Well, it looks like we won't be able to do it for a while. You're under constant supervision and it's too risky. But I have a few new instructions for you. The last time we could talk about this was in your room. </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes out a small piece of paper and hands it to Ella. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Ella excitedly presses her lips together, reads the paper and hands it back. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1> You don't like it? I thought you'd like it quite a lot.</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Ella shakes her head negatively with a smile she cannot suppress. Then she moves her index finger to her head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella7.jpg"><b><ella>No need for the paper, it's all in my head! It's better not to take it with me anyway. I can do everything except the one with the chastity cage. Aunt Lucy's a little tense after the whole thing. If she sees me wearing it, she'll know something's up. But I can't wait to try all the others! </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Angela moves closer to her and places her hand on her cheek. She giggles when she sees Ella's eyes locked on her lips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The excitement in Ella's eyes fades and she takes a step back. She doesn't make eye contact and fixes her hair, even though it is neat. With her neck tightened, she begins to speak in a strained voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/ella8.jpg"><b><ella>No, I don't want you to help me unleash my spirit animal, because I don't have one! Please don't bring that up ever again. If I change my mind, I'll let you know. </ella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Angela nods understandingly. For some reason, this subject makes her extremely nervous. It's clear that forcing her is not going to do any good. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/angela3.jpg"><b><ange1>Okay, let's not take any more chances. I hope to do everything on the paper to you myself soon. Until then, torture yourself with the dream of me! </ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>They both start walking in different directions. Ella feels bad about hiding this from her beloved aunt. But it's also a feeling she's familiar with, since she's been keeping secrets from everyone since she was little. After fixing her hair, she quickens her pace. Just another secret. Not a big deal... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Towards the forest, you notice unusual glows. Unlike the small lights that point the way to Lucy's Dungeon, these are scattered in chaotic clusters. Some on the ground, some on a flower, others on a tree. This intrigues you and you slowly start to follow this irregular path.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The more you walk, the weirder you feel. You feel both restless and very excited at the same time. The heat of your sign is also starting to increase.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You've been walking for minutes. You've taken a route you've never taken before, but you're not that far from the main campus. Unable to resist any longer, Sun interjects. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon joins in with an eager and slightly angry voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel an intense Lust field in front of you. But you can't really see anything unusual.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Suddenly a gigantic Lust barrier starts to take shape in front of your eyes. Even though it is transparent, it does not show behind. That must be what you're feeling. You slowly approach this barrier. It looks very dense and highly resilient. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The moment you pass through the barrier, you realize that you are still in the forest but in a completely isolated area. And what really stuns you is the huge tree in front of you. As you look around, you hear a high-pitched shriek. And then you realize that a beam of light flies at high speed towards the tree. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The glow of the tree looks the same as the clusters of glows you just followed. Slowly you start to approach the tree. From the strange feeling inside you, you can tell that Sun and Moon have been here before. Yet they both choose to remain silent. The majesty of the tree alone is reason to approach it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you walk, the shrill whispers you hear are increasing one by one. Eventually a glimmer gets in front of you and shouts. </n3></b>
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<b><b1> "Don't take another step! You ugly Succbis! How did you get in here! Get out before I kill you! Or stop! I need to ask Elder Mola what to do with you." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can feel how annoyed Sun is. Just the sound of these pixies irritates her. Also, Elder Mola sounded familiar for a moment, but of course you don't know her. You start to notice pixies hiding around you, watching you with curious eyes. They are all whispering among themselves. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>They both spoke briefly, in very serious voices. You can feel in your bones how angry Moon is. Also, you can tell it's something really serious by the way they didn't prolong it. You realize that a fainter and slower glow is approaching you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The pale glow takes form and forms into a pixie covered in pale yellow petals. Strangely, you can tell she's old. Still, she has a high-pitched voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gives a delightful laugh. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Or is this barrier reaching the end of its life?"</ange1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I followed the glow clusters. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The old pixie squints. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"So how come you can see those glows? Can I sit on your shoulder? I get tired of floating..."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Without waiting for an answer, she approaches and sits on your shoulder. But the moment she sits down, she leaps into the air with a cry of horror. After this reaction, all the hiding pixies suddenly emerge and grab Elder Mola to take her away from you. Her reaction scared you too. You raise your hands to your shoulders in surrender and take a step or two back. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Elder Mola is trying to get away from the crowd trying to protect her. Shouting in a grumpy tone, trying to be heard. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With a small burst of light, she gets rid of the crowd swarming over her. But she seems to have put all her energy into this. Your body moves on its own and you catch Mola with your palm as she floats to the ground. She spreads her two little arms wide and shouts one last time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your sign is so hot it hurts, and your breathing is getting faster and faster. Sun is speaking directly into Mola's mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> But that name made an incredible impact among the angry Pixie crowd. They all hang in the air in shock. Mola realizes she has made a blunder and turns to the shocked crowd.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She was so unconvincing... You think probably no one will believe her. But suddenly you hear dozens of relaxed high-pitched voices. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After the scream, a green glow quickly circles around you and takes physical form. It's Alette! She speaks excitedly with her vibrant green color and high-pitched voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Alette excitedly approaches your face and points at you with her little index finger.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>She was the Succbis who helped me that day, Elder Mola! Who shared her Lust with me! She's a strong and kind one! I gifted her my spare memory box. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The crowd seems quite surprised by this. Their whispered talk amongst themselves begins again. Mola nods and stands up on your hand. She speaks with a firm voice. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"So that's how she was able to find her way. Leave me alone with her in the Sacred Tree! I don't want any objection or even a reaction. All of us and this place is safe, don't worry!"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It is clear what is the Sacred Tree. You start walking to the huge tree in front of you. Everyone obeyed Mola's last word without uttering a word.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After the scream, a green glow quickly circles around you and takes physical form. This is the pixie you saw the first day! She speaks excitedly with her vibrant green color and high-pitched voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Alette with a frown, approaches your face and points at you with her little index finger. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Ah! Wait a second! I lost my spare memory box that day! Did you steal it? You thief! </ale1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, I didn't steal anything! You dropped it when you were leaving. I didn't even know what that was. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><ange1>"So she's the one who didn't share her energy that day? I can understand why. And we also know how she could find this place. Don't blame her Alette... I don't think it was her fault."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><ange1>"Leave me alone with her in the Sacred Tree! I don't want any objection or even a reaction. All of us and this place is safe, don't worry!"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It is clear what is the Sacred Tree. You start walking to the huge tree in front of you. Everyone obeyed Mola's last word without uttering a word. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The closer you get, the more you admire the greatness of the tree. The fierce yellow light emanating from the tree is very similar to the clusters of light you follow on the path. While looking at the tree, you feel a tear falling from one eye. Must be because you're looking directly into the light. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In length, it's much longer than the Newcomer's Dormitory. In width, it's almost half as wide. Mola in the palm of your hand speaks softly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You step into the tree with curious fairies watching you everywhere. Inside is filled with light and has a very concentrated aura. But it doesn't feel overwhelming. It's a feeling that re-energizes you, that refreshes you. You notice the glowing veins that surround the tree. These yellow veins continue up to heights you can't even see, enveloping the whole tree. It does feel out of this world.
The random branches divide the tree's interior into countless sections. This place where you are is wider than your room and it is clear that this is a small part of the tree. But the structure inside is not very comfortable for you to move around. You can't pass through most of the gaps and it would be very difficult to fully explore the tree. And not to mention its incredible height. You feel as if the tree is absorbing all its majesty from the ground. As you stand inside, you feel wrapped in a warm blanket. Mola gets up from your hand and sits on a small ledge of the tree. She looks a bit pale and sad.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There's a ledge right next to Mola where you can sit. You hear a quiet sniffle as you sit. Mola tries really hard not to cry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon speaks in a gentle voice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mola can't hold back and starts crying loudly. She flies quickly towards you and drops herself on your chest. She's saying something but you can't understand a word. After a while she lifts her head from your chest and looks at you. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"You're not dead, right? This isn't a reflection of the remnants of your energy, right?"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her voice trembles as she asks this. Moon speaks again in a reassuring voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mola wipes her tears on your blouse and returns to her seat. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"How are you both in the same body?"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This time she's talking to you. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"My child, how can you carry such a burden? It's truly unbelievable! So are you a phoenix or a wolf?"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mola slowly nods. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"That makes a lot more sense."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After Mola asks how she should call Sun and Moon, Moon speaks to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> Mola is an old friend of mine. She's the one who taught Sun how to access the memories in the remnants of Lust. A true genius who really understood the Lust energy. I was quite welcome here until Sun ruined it.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><ange1>"Can you two get along? Don't torture the young one. Be as loving as you used to be."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun asks Mola in a furious voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mola tilts her head and stares at the ground. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"At first I was angry about a few things, but all we know comes from your claims. I know Moon refused to make any explanation... But I believe it was to protect us. With your ever-improving abilities, you were always looking for her opening, always trying to corner her.
You had your reasons for that, but... I don't hold any bitter feelings towards either of you. In the end, everyone here is afraid of Moon and they see you as a savior. But please don't expect me to take a stand against her. She's the one who placed us here. I have a very long history with her and I believe that if she did something, she did it to protect us. Just like you did..."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After her speech, she lifts her head again. You can tell she's talking to you. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Can I examine you a little? I still can't understand how you can maintain two of them."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod in agreement. You are quite interested in what she has to say. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mola absorbs Lust from you three times, asks one of you to be dominant in each of them. After each one, she asks you to put your hand on the tree and apply your energy. While you were doing that, you realized that Mola was talking to Moon or Sun. But you couldn't hear what they were talking about. At all three spots, your handprint appears on the wood. Every time you touched you filled with awe and sorrow.
Then she sits down again and starts to examine the three areas where you put your hand. While she's examining it, she starts talking to you. Even though she asks questions sometimes, she continues by answering herself without waiting for an answer. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>" Do you know the essence of Lust energy, my child? Why is it so unique? The energy of a Succubus can be separated into two. It consists of Pure Lust and "You". Pure Lust is what every Succubus actually produces. And the moment it is produced, it merges with "You" and transforms into something unique. Maybe you're wondering what I mean by "You"."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She licks one of the places where you apply your energy and thinks for a short while, smacking her lips. This is the spot where the Sun's energy was dominant. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"What I mean by "You" is... you. Your personality, your dreams, your thoughts and most importantly, your emotions and your will. Your will has more influence on your long-term development and your emotions on short-term stuff."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She licks the second spot and thinks for a while in the same way. And this is the spot where Moon was dominant.</n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"This Pure Lust is what drives our life and forms our dust, which is very important for you too. You can imagine Pure Lust as water. And what I call "you" to a mixture of spices. As each Succubus will have a different spice mixture, this will give the water its unique flavor. And since we are absorbing this Pure Lust, there is more "You" in your system until your body balances it out."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She licks the last spot and her eyes widen. She sticks her tongue out and rubs it on her arm. After a short cough, she speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"It is too intense. Even for me..."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see the handprints on the wood slowly disappearing. They seem to be being absorbed by the tree. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You lift your head all the way up and try to see the top of the tree. But the brightness makes your eyes tear up again. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Your body... It adapts every moment. Especially to Moon... She leaves you like a little kid trying to read a whole library. And the more you adapt, the faster this process is likely to get. But you don't look tired. You should have been sleepy all the time and needed much more sleep than usual. I mean... really, really much. The need for regular, multi-day periods of sleep. "</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Listening to Mola, a tear comes out of one eye again. But this time you weren't looking at a light. Then your lips tighten and you become tearful. You realize that Moon was trying to restrain herself during all this period. It seems she can't hold it any longer. Mola notices that you are crying and pauses. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"That's not a bad thing! It means you have great potential. Your adaptability is incredible. Don't worry, my child."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Moon hardly speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner> I'm so glad this place and all of you are safe. The tree has grown a lot too. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mola smiles with tears in her eyes. Then taps the tree a few times with her small hand.</n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"We all took good care of it while you were away. I hope you will return here with your own body and get mad at me again for absorbing too much of your energy, my dear friend."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She wipes her eyes and slowly makes her way towards the exit. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Let's leave the boring explanations aside."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When Mola step out of the tree, the pixies that were trying to spy on inside, panics and start pretending to be busy with something else. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Alette! Come here, child. Inside the Sacred Tree."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Alette flies swiftly and joins you in the tree. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Alette, you and... Oh! I didn't even ask your name. How rude of me. Can I have your name?"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You felt the need to put your hands on the tree when you were crying. You answer with your hands on the tree. You're still crying. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It's... $name. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><ange1>"Alette, I'm assigning you to assist $name to access the remnants of Lust's memories. She is already at a level where she can perform. But she needs to practice on a few points. And you'll treat her regardless of what you think of her. I don't want any disrespect!"</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Alette looks quite surprised.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> So she has the access. Just like Princess Ame... </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mola makes a sharp gesture with her hand, preventing Alette from finishing her sentence. Alette bows slowly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With Alette you walk out of the tree. Then you take one last look at the tree. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I know where we can go. Normally I'd say it's risky, but it shouldn't be for you. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Alette sits on your shoulder. Meanwhile, you can tell from Mola's movements that she is talking to Moon or Sun again. You can't hear what they are discussing. Finally Mola turns to you and wishes you goodbye. </n3></b>
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<b><ange1>"Be safe, my child. I wish I could tell you more, but you'll be all right. It's gonna be a little confusing, but... You can trust them both. They're not as bad as they accuse each other but not as good as you think. But I believe you're gonna be okay."</ange1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start walking with Alette's directives. She naturally knows this forest much better than you do. You enter a natural tunnel so thickly covered with branches that you can't even see the sky.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> We're going to a place you've been many times. But you've always been on the lower levels. There are hundreds of Lust remains on top of it. You seem to have access to them... </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can sense that she wants to ask questions about Sun. But she's keeping to herself. You keep walking without saying anything. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After passing through the tunnel of branches, you suddenly encounter a familiar structure. This is the temple-like structure above Lucy's dungeon. The first time you visited here, you discovered that there was a secret entrance at the back and you entered through a door that led directly underground. After that, you didn't feel the need to come here again. The entrance is still blocked by huge boulders. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I love coming in here. There are few places as rich as this one. While much of the current action takes place underground, much has happened on the surface in the past. I thought it would be safe to bring you here. After all, you can get in. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't know she could see you. So your Latex cloak you wear for stealth doesn't work on them? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Okay, but how am I supposed to get in? The entrance is blocked. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She laughs joyfully with her high-pitched voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I'll grant you temporary wings. I mean, technically not wings, but... you'll be able to fly... Well, you're gonna levitate. I need some of your energy for that. Approach the entrance. There's a gap in the ceiling you can easily squeeze in. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're going to levitate? Through a gap on the ceiling? Squeeze in? Just as you are about to object, she intervenes in a somewhat serious voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I wouldn't even mention it if it really put you in any danger, mighty Succbis. It's safer than it sounds. </ale1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> It's hilarious that you all are so worried about this. Understandable but funny. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A little annoyed, you start walking to the entrance. Sun seems to feel the same way you do. Except she's "a little" angrier. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Take that mocking body of hers and squeeze it in one blow! Stupid fucking nutcase! She compares your flight to the flight of a creature her size! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You keep walking, taking deep breaths. You can feel Sun's anger affecting you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Oohh! This is good! Your energy is really unique! Here I go Succbis! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Alette gets close to your sign but doesn't touch your body. For about ten seconds, you see her focus with her eyes closed, and then she starts to fly all around you, scattering a glowing dust behind her. From your arm to your back, then to one leg and then to the other arm. She flies around you like an electron. As you get covered in the dust she leaves behind, you realize something. You get lighter and lighter!
As Alette is transformed into a mere beam of light, you feel your body absorbing the dust more easily. You are rising on your tiptoes and if you didn't put your weight down, you would lose contact with the ground. But soon after, you start to float out of your control. You panic and try to stabilize yourself with your arms. But this attempt only makes your floating even more uncontrolled. Alette stops orbiting you and materializes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Try not to move! I'll direct your body! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You release your arms and stop moving. With small touches, Alette straightens you up and then starts to boost you by pushing from behind. Strangely, your panic is waning. When you ascend even higher than the gigantic columns, for a moment you don't feel as if you are in your own body.
A huge structure in front of you, full of sinners... It's as if it's trembling in front of you. You spread your arms wide. With all your might, you can bring the worlds to their knees. But you don't need the whole world! It is enough to punish only those who deserve it... Alette's voice suddenly snaps you out.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You say you're fine. It's like you had a daydream and woke up. But you don't remember what you saw. You could only realize that you were in a state of mind that would soon unleash all your anger.
Alette leads you through a wide crack in the ceiling and lowers you to the floor. Then she quickly circles around you a few times to remove the excess dust. The amount you absorb is not enough to levitate you up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are looking around. No light comes in, except through the windows and the crack you pass through. It has a very dark and moody aura. You stand above Lucy's dungeon for the first time and clearly no one else has come for a very long time. There are vines and plants everywhere. Some things that were perhaps once pleasant to look at are now just rubble, covered by nature's embrace. And over time, water has found its way and created a path through the ground here. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> This is perhaps my favorite ruin spot. There is always so much going on underneath, and up above it shines with the radiance of the past. I need your energy to help you see that radiance, too. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Alette sits on your shoulder and taps you with her little hand as if trying to encourage you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't stop the crimson aura emanating from your body. Alette's attitude drives Sun absolutely crazy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Alette focuses a little longer this time and becomes a beam of light that flies swiftly over the whole ruin. She doesn't stop until her dust covers everything. After a few minutes, this beam slowly approaches you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Alette barely lands on your shoulder and waits for her breathing to regulate. Her high-pitched breathing sounds cute to you, but because of Sun you have mixed feelings. Then you realize something. This dust that Alette scattered everywhere starts to be absorbed and makes everything shine. Alette speaks in a fatigued voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>It must be visible to you now... Ahh! I've used up all my dust. I can't even absorb your energy right now... </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As everything brightened, the way you felt also changed. It feels like there's a door to explore in every single spot. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Here are the remnants of Lust from the past. To choose which one to focus on, close your eyes and try to feel what is most familiar to you. Not all of them are equally accessible. And a memory doesn't end in a single remnant.
You should be able to switch from one to the other in the right order. I'll help you with that. But for that, there is one very important thing. Do you have a rubber buckle? Two, actually. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This question feels a bit random, but you answer it since she said it's important. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I have it in my pocket, yes... </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Oh, that's great! Now tie your hair in a ponytail on each side. I don't know if you have a special name for that hairstyle... Two ponytails on back of your head. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When you reach into your pocket, Sun speaks furiously. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moon joins in with a joyful voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she can't help bursting into laughter. Sun's irritation must really amuse her. The choice is up to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You decide to tie your hair. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You close your eyes and start to concentrate. You don't know which one to choose. Then you feel a different one than the others. Much more... familiar? With your eyes closed, you start moving towards it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your steps stop when you reach the peak of this strange sensation. As you feel your consciousness flowing into this memory, you sense one last thing on your body. Alette sits on your head, clasping your ponytails. After she makes your head turn left and right in sudden movements, her shrill voice is the last thing you hear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Tihihihi! I'll be able to bounce from memory to memory with ease! You're in my custody, so don't worry mighty Succbis! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You take your hand out of your pocket. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't want it. Help me in some other way. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Alette speaks with disappointment.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I can't tell you what a bad choice you made. Because Elder Mola would get angry, I respect your illiterate judgment. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun repeats what Alette said in an annoyed and cynical voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You close your eyes and start to concentrate. You don't know which one to choose. Then you feel a different one than the others. Much more... familiar? With your eyes closed, you start moving towards it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your steps stop when you reach the peak of this strange sensation. As you feel your consciousness flowing into this memory, you sense one last thing on your body. Alette sits on your head and speaks in a thoughtful voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are in a gray-toned environment illuminated by huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Even just one column is adorned with various kinds of figures, large and small. You feel like a pair of eyes suspended in the air. Or like a dipped head into the water, observing what's happening below. You turn those eyes with curiosity, hoping to see something more. Indeed, something is actually happening.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Two shiny figures are standing in the center of the chamber. You are familiar with this strange sheen. It's Latex. And right after, you realize something else. The one who's standing a little bit in front of these two, is Lucy! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The one behind Lucy is also fully dressed in Latex. Beside her, there is a box on the floor and a mountain of paper almost half their height. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Opposite to Lucy, you notice that there are throne-like seats lined up side by side. All except one have their faces covered in some way. A huge hat, a cloth, or a mask. You can only recognize one of them. Crow, on the far right from Lucy's viewpoint.
Leftmost seat is positioned well away from the others. The Succubus sitting there looks quite petite and puny. It looks as if she's just thrown a huge black satin fabric over herself in a careless way. Like if you pull on one end, it will fall right off. The enormity of the cover actually looks a bit comical. Also an orange wave of Lust is emanating from her body at a heartbeat-like rhythm. This wave has a spiky texture that you're not familiar with.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She doesn't seem to be in control of these Lust releases. That must be why she's positioned further away than the others.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The seat to her right is empty...</n3></b>
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<b><n3>On the seat to the right of the empty seat sits a Succubus with a gigantic hat, sitting very solemnly. With her legs crossed and both hands on each side of the seat, she sits so serious that just looking at her makes your muscles tighten. Her dress, hat and seat are the exact same color. If there wasn't a silver lining around the seat, you might have thought that seat was empty too at first glance. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Other than that, you don't have much of an impression about her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The seat to her right is a little wider than the others, because there are two Succubus sitting on it. One of them is covered with a black sheet and the other is covered with a white one. They both wear a crown of the same color as their sheets. Although they have enough space, they sit in the middle of the seat, quite close to each other. Both have their legs closed and their hands placed calmly on their lap. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't figure out anything more about these two. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Next is the seat located in the center of these. There are nine seats in total and the fifth seat is directly opposite Lucy. The Succubus sitting there feels quite different from the others. She is in a black dress and there is a piece of cloth over her head. But what covers her upper face is a golden colored mask.
Unlike the others, part of her nose and the underside is completely exposed. The one with the giant hat also did not have her face completely covered, but it wasn't this exposed. She is wearing a gold necklace around her neck. A dozen small golden sword-like figures hang from this necklace and cover her upper chest.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You would guess that she is their leader, both from her being in the center and from the aura she gives off. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>One to her right, in the sixth seat, sits the Succubus, who has perhaps the strangest dress. Except for her waist, forearms and her head, she looks like she's wearing an inflatable dress. You can see her slim waist, so you can guess what her body looks like. Yet because of the huge lower part of her dress, which covers even her feet, she completely fills her seat. Yet she seems to be quite comfortable in her seat. Her face is not covered with an opaque fabric like the others. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Still, you can't see what her face looks like, only her facial outlines are more pronounced than the others. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>To her right, in the seventh seat, is Succubus, who chooses to cover her face in the most bizarre way. You're familiar with this mask. It is a mask from a dark period in your shared history with humans. Under the two round eye openings, a large beak-like protrusion covering the entire face. Her posture is upright, her hands clasped, sitting calmly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Although they all look relatively weird, she certainly looks most unsettling. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Next to her, on the eighth seat, sits the one who looks the most "normal" of them. A long elegant black dress... And that's it. The moon symbol on her upper chest stands out quite clearly. This is the only Succubus who hasn't covered her face and her face looks pretty kind.
Even in the resting position you can see the little smile at the corner of her lips. And it's not a strange or disturbing smile. It adds to her a genuinely peaceful and serene appearance. Her eyes are slightly squinted and she looks at Lucy with compassion. You can tell that she is not so young by the soft wrinkles on her face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You would like to put your head on her lap and fall asleep with her playing with your hair. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>And on the far right, in seat nine, sits Crow. She wears a loose and short dress that falls above her knees and a medium-sized hat. What covers her face, unlike the others, is something like a layer of darkness. With her arms crossed, leaning back, she looks and sits the most casual of them all. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It's the first time you've seen all the Higher-ups, except one. Maybe the owner of the empty seat will show up later. Normally, it would take much more time for you to be able to examine what you noticed in such detail. But you had all these impressions in just a few seconds. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><cap>(It might feel a bit overwhelming to encounter the entire Higher-Ups all at once. But all of these members will appear in different storylines and will develop their distinctive flavor over time. So, for the moment, it's enough to remember a few of the features that they stand out visually.)</cap> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus, sitting in the center, speaks in a soft voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lamb1.jpg"><b><lamb>What is this thing that concerns us all? And where is your Mistress? Will she make us wait any longer?</lamb></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can see that Lucy is pretty nervous. She starts to speak in a voice that is trying to be confident. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1> Actually, I'm gonna do the presentation, Mistress Lamb. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> So the Succubus in the middle is called Lamb. You knew that the Higher-ups all use the spirit animal as a name due to Crow. From under her gigantic hat, the Succubus in the third seat speaks. Her voice is harsh and dissatisfied. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy takes another deep breath. You can see that the Succubus behind her is even more nervous than her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Because she doesn't have enough faith in the chances of success of what I have to explain. She said if I really wanted to, I could present it myself. So here I am... Mistress Panther. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even after this short speech, she needs to regulate her breathing. You've never seen Lucy so nervous. From behind her mask, in a slightly muffled voice, the Succubus in the seventh seat speaks. Her voice is so emotionless that it sounds like a robot speaking. It feels like a passing remark regardless of the context. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy nods nervously. Like you, the masked one seems to make her extra nervous. For the first time, she stutters. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Y-Yes I am... Mistress Viper. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The one with an exposed face speaks with a smile on her face. Her soft voice instantly breaks the growing tension. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue>Then, we are listening. The fresh faces of the research department always have the most interesting cases.</rue></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Lucy takes a deep breath and takes a few steps forward. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1> I have no intention of dancing around the subject. I realize the value of all of your time and I am here to present what I have done so far and seek your help for something more... Laura, the box, please. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Succubus behind Lucy picks up the box on the floor and walks next to Lucy and opens it. There is a pair of Latex gloves inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With a little gesture of her finger, Lucy lifts these gloves up into the air and holds them high enough for everyone to see. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>I have been working on Latex's relationship to the energy of Lust for a while now, and this glove is the current culmination of all my efforts. I discovered... Latex can mimic the essence of a Succubus' energy. To put it better, it can adapt to it. It can evolve into a different kinds as an outcome.
As it is now, it is no different from any Latex. But the moment it comes into contact with your skin and your energy, its difference emerges. When this glove is worn, it forces you to produce Lust and give you a feeling of pleasure. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Rue's smile grows. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Rue approaches, you see Laura stepping back in fear and excitement. Lucy directs the gloves at Rue's hands and they slip on her hands in one motion. You see her eyes widen and she is carefully observing Rue's reaction. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucy leans forward and puts all of her attention on Rue's gloved hands. With the stopwatch in her hand, it looks like she wants to measure something. The other Higher-ups are watching, with their heads extended, to see what will happen. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before Lucy can finish, glove suddenly loses its physical form and slowly begins to drip to the floor. Rue is left with a thin layer of sticky Latex on her hands. She raises her hands a little with a sweet chuckle. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Lucy slowly straightens up. She couldn't even start the stopwatch. She gathers the Latex that has spilled on the floor back into Rue's hand and removes the glove that regains its physical form. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>That enough, provided me plenty of useful data, Mistress. Thank you for your contribution. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Rue's eyes narrow gently again and she smiles with compassion and a touch of sorrow. Lucy turns to the eyes watching her and speaks as confidently as she can. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>This is the biggest shortcoming I am currently trying to overcome. In sudden shifts of Lust, this special Latex tends to lose its physical form. I know it seems like a big deal, but it's quite easy to sort out. The reason for my slow progress is that only I can engage in these matters. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue>What is needed for this issue?</rue></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>A powerful Lust source is required to acclimatize this Latex to high levels of Lust. In the meantime, I'll make sure the whole process runs its course. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>T-thank you very much, Mistress! I will be worthy of your efforts! </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> All the attention in that room is on Lucy. She respectfully gestures to Laura, who has been waiting behind her all along. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Since Latex is incredibly adaptable, we concluded that the best way forward is as aggressive approach as possible. The more powerful a source it is exposed to, the faster we move forward. The more unique a source it is exposed to, the faster we move forward as an organization.
I'm here today for the extraordinary technique of one of you! If I can produce a Latex adapted to that technique, The Center is guaranteed to be invincible! </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>These are detailed reports of all my previous experiments, Mistress Viper. Everything that happened, everything that is plausible to happen. What can be done in these cases and how to proceed? All of these reports are here. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Viper slowly gets up from her seat and slowly makes her way through the mountain of paper categorized by staples. Laura slowly takes a few steps back, trying not to show her fear. And Lucy takes a few steps forward clearing her throat softly. It's clear that she has practiced this part beforehand.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Once latex has adapted to an energy, it cannot be reversed. And it can't improve the effect it replicates by itself. But it can turn an unadapted Latex into its own kind. So what that means is we can produce different levels of Latex samples that have copied the same technique. Because, the adapted Latex always needs the main source to develop its effects. It's incredibly fortunate that it can't evolve on its own. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>This eliminates the possibility of it getting out of control. It also prevents the Succubus whose technique is copied from being devalued. In any case, the main source remains at a superior level to the adapted Latex.
Once adapted, it loses the ability to adapt again and the type permanently changes. After that, a sealing process is needed to ensure that it does not lose its physical properties. And we realized that this requires a much higher density of Lust than we expected. Also, my involvement is mandatory in the sealing process.
After all these processes, we end up with a very special Latex that looks like an ordinary one on the outside, yet reveals adapted features when it comes into contact with another Succubus. In fact, there is no risk at all, except for the loss of time caused by some potentially unsuccessful experiments. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper>After presenting these results to her, Nora didn't consider them worthy of presentation to us?</viper></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>She said we need to have much more results to be able to present to you. But in order for us to achieve more results... </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper>Correct choice! It definitely makes the most sense to pursue this path.</viper></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A silhouette begins to form on the empty seat. It's a Succubus completely covered in black bandages. She's sitting quite strangely. Well, it's not even sitting. Her head is lying where her left arm should be and her legs are lying where her head should be. It is supposed to be a rather uncomfortable position, but Sloth seems very comfortable. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sloth1.jpg"><b><sloth>I refuse! I refuse to be used as a test subject in something this amateurish when I have so many assassination assignments waiting to be executed! Go copy someone else's technique! I'm too busy!</sloth></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Actually, Mistress Sloth should only radiate constant Lust, Mistress Rue. And the Lust intensity requirement is quite low. Staying invisible, as it is now, would provide everything we need. The only disadvantage is that it requires long periods of sitting or lying down. So indeed, the tasks she mentioned will have to be put on hold for a while. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue>How long do you expect it to take?</rue></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>I estimate that the first functioning product will take up to two weeks. After that, there is some work required to maintain its physical form and Mistress Sloth is not needed in this. However, this first product will be far from the quality of the intended main product. </l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper>This should have presented us a lot sooner! I'm giving you a month, Lucy. If you can deliver me the prototype you're talking about in perfect physical form, you'll be the new head of the Research Department. I'm relieving Nora of her position and I'm taking it back for a month! Either you'll be the new head, or I'll stay on until we find someone else! In the meantime, feel free to express all your needs to me. The sharp precision of your reports speaks for itself.</viper></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/viper1.jpg"><b><viper>My opinion is that we should definitely give it a chance.If it is rejected after the voting, I will respect that, even though we have missed a great opportunity. Nora has already shown that she is not suitable for this position. Now I have to visit my patients. You don't need me for the rest. Excuse me...</viper></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lamb1.jpg"><b><lamb>Sloth and Viper have voted affirmatively. Viper's approval was very crucial. All those in favor of giving Sister Lucy a month on Viper's terms, please raise your hand.</lamb></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/hedgehog1.jpg"><b><hedge>Can you make it possible for me to touch others? Your Latex can do that?</hedge></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy cannot respond straight away to this unexpected question. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy0.jpg"><b><l1>Umm... I know very little about your situation, Mistress. I don't even know enough about it to give you a negative answer. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Panther interrupts in a serious voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/panther1.jpg"><b><panther>You probably can't do anything, Lucy. I speak as the only Succubus she can touch. I don't think your Latex can replicate me.</panther></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Lucy simply nods. She must already be going over in her head what she will do in the next thirty days. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Rue speaks excitedly with her hands clasped together. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/rue1.jpg"><b><rue>I already promised to help. I'd like Crow to accompany me so Sloth can't slip away.</rue></b></div>\
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<b><n3>They all nod their heads in agreement. </n3></b>
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<div class="LambRight"><b>Lamb</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/lamb1.jpg"><b><lamb>It's a very reasonable concern. I think Crow's presence will ensure that things go smoothly. With her approval, obviously.</lamb></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Crow speaks briefly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/crow4.jpg"><b><cr>Sure.</cr></b></div>\
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<b><n3>What you hear and see starts to fade and you feel a stinging sensation at the base of your scalp. With the pain going down from your neck to your shoulders, you regain consciousness and open your eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> What you hear and see starts to fade. With the pain going down from your neck to your shoulders, you regain consciousness and open your eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes. Alette sits on your head and your surroundings no longer shine. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Alette gets out of your head, you notice something. Your scalp hurts. You take your hand to your head and it's not hard to understand why. Alette speaks in a proud voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="AletteLeft"><b>Alette</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> It's my first time, but you must have experienced this memory fully! Elder Mola has described it to me several times before. It's kind of like trying to follow a crooked path in a fog. It was certainly a great comfort to control you by the hair! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She slowly approaches your face, studying you in a highly inquisitive way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> It feels like there's a huge labyrinth inside you. There are three main paths, but one of those paths splits into hundreds of others. It's so complex and so marvelous.
Please don't tell Elder Mola this part, but... I have the utmost respect for anyone who helped us, even if it was a Succubus. Thank you for all your trouble. At least I feel obliged to say that... </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She sniffles and speaks in her high-pitched screaming voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> Aahhhh! I'm exhausted already! Come on, Succbis, time to get out of here. This is our spot! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Alette starts swirling around you, and as you start to float, you get out of here the same way you got in. It doesn't feel like she absorbed Lust from you, but she produces enough dust without difficulty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Alette gets out of your head, you notice something. Your neck is really sore. Slowly you turn your head from side to side and with a small moan of pain you stop. Alette starts yelling in a guilty voice. Her voice gets louder and more shrill as she speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> I told you! If you had tied your hair up I could have easily guided you, but you didn't, so I had to blast dust, and your neck sometimes got a little too floppy! It's not that easy! It's like moving on a crooked path in the fog! If you put your hair up, at most your scalp would hurt a little! That's your fault, Succbis! YOUCAN'TCOMPLAINTOELDERMOLAAA!!! </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her small body hovers in the air, panting for breath. After cooling down a little, she speaks in a calmer voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1> You can't complain about me to Elder Mola. I did the best I could... Now let me rest a little. I don't have enough dust to fly you out right now... </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She flies slowly and lands on the ground. Then she closes her eyes and lies on her back. Although the surroundings have lost their shine for you, for her it should still be shining.
After a short time, she approaches you more energetically. She starts swirling around you, and as you start to float, you get out of here the same way you got in. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you slowly descend in front of the temple, you replay in your mind what you saw in the memory. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Alette holds a glitter in her hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>The memory box you have is pretty small. It was my backup box anyway. Elder Mola asked me to lend you a real one. You probably can't fill this one. So you shouldn't have a problem with space. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take the glitter from her. It'll probably be enough to keep it in your room. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/alette1.jpg"><b><ale1>You shouldn't need any assistance to get to your room. They can see you, but it's fine, I guess. My help can't do anything about it anyway. Nevertheless, take care of yourself, mighty Succbis. </ale1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She turns into a glow and flies away swiftly. You're in a strange mood. You know Lucy was the head of her department at the time. And you know there is Stealth Latex. You even have one in your room. She must have emerged victorious from the thirty days she was given.
Also, Rue's demeanor caught your attention. She was quite helpful to Lucy and certainly Sun and Moon know her. They're both quiet and Rue's face is the thing you remember most when you think of the memory. You go back to your room with these thoughts swirling in your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>An elegant shade of purple fills the dormitory. You can feel the sharp and aggressive Lust Energy from the very entrance. On the right and left you see lots of big and small doorways. From each of these entrances an intense purple radiance is emitted.
When you poke your head out of one, you can see that the dormitory is like a labyrinth with several floors. You see Succubuses everywhere, but it's impossible to predict which entrance leads where. Given the Saturns' reputation, it's a pretty intimidating design. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While you're looking around, someone bumps into you. Either she was running or she was thrown at you by someone. You look at who is that and you see it's a puny Succubus. Her eye shifts to the sign on your arm and she tries to hide behind you, clutching your clothes. She says something to you in a pitiful voice between the cries of fear that escape her mouth.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You notice two Succubus approaching you with big steps. They're both taller than you and look very attractive. The one who holds some kind of gag in her hand speaks to the one hiding behind you. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"Come on, Nicole! You're not keeping our deal."</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Nicole, hiding behind you, squeezes your dress a little tighter and tries to answer in a plaintive and distorted voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Nicole</b></div>
<b><b1>Our deal expired long ago! Let me go! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><l1>"That's not what it says here! You still have two more months."</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Nicole begins to cry in desperation. She shouts, barely able to understand what she is saying. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>You changed it!! Our deal is already over!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly you're in the middle of a ridiculous situation. But no one gathered around you and nobody is looking. Noone seems to be interested in what's going on.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Other tall Succubus leans in a little and speaks, tapping the dildo in her other hand. </n3></b>
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<b><k1>"Come on, Nicole! Our session's not over yet." </k1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Nicole</b></div>
<b><b1>No!! You already tricked me. Now you're extending our deal. I don't want it! I don't want it! Please!!!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Two Succubus look at each other and smile. The one with the gag approaches you and reaches her hand out to Nicole, who is desperately trying to hide. Honestly, you don't want to interfere in this situation. Nicole is probably the right one here, but here power talks rather than fairness. Nicole quietly says one last thing to you. </n3></b>
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<b><font size="3"><b1>I'm a moon too!</b1></font></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Instinctively, you grab the hand reaching towards Nicole by the wrist. You push her hand away after you realize what you've done. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"What are you doing? Are you a fucking newcomer? The one hiding behind you is a petty Moon!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She must've mistake you for a Saturn. You don't care why, but you want to protect Nicole. And the duo you're up against doesn't look very strong. Probably neutralizing one of them will be enough for the other to run away. But you can't be sure that the Succubuses around won't intervene. You might benefit from them thinking you're Saturn. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> If the deal is over, she is free to go. It doesn't matter which sign she is! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The Succubus in front of you smiles. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"So you're one of Brianna's dogs. There's nothing here that breaks the rules. It's an agreement signed with the consent of both sides. Neither side can terminate the deal before the expiration date."</l1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What if you're abusing that rule? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She confidently puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side. </n3></b>
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<b><l1>"Then you have to prove it!"</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take a step forward. Nicole follows you, but her trembling increases. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Or fuck you up! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The other Succubus walks between and grabs Nicole by the arm. </n3></b>
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<b><k1>"Get out of the way! You'll get in more trouble if you keep playing the hero."</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Oh! At last! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You realize you've been waiting for this. As Nicole is being pulled away, you calmly bring your hand to one pulling her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The tall succubus collapses on the floor, losing consciousness. Her dildo falls in front of her friend. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You haven't finished yet. You want to prove your strength to the other one. You want her to feel in her bones that she doesn't stand a chance. You take a step towards the standing Succubus, who is standing with a gag in her hand. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before you can get close, she suddenly runs away. Nicole's poking her head out from behind you then comes out. She grabs both your hands and waves up and down gratefully. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>Thank you! Thank you so much! </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She is kicking the Succubus on the floor as she cries in gratitude while shakes your hand. After throwing one last kick, she stars to run, careful not to bump into anyone. Meanwhile, you notice someone approaching you with an empty metal cage.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After putting the cage down, this tall, short blonde-haired Succubus is looking you up and down. She is wearing an all-leather set with gloves that reach to her elbow, a tight corset with high boots. You are both curious and a little bit nervous about what she will do with the cage. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>Mmmmm... Not bad! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She keeps staring at you. </n3></b>
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<div class="MadalynRight"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>What was the name and sign of the Succubus hiding behind you? </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Nicole, moon. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She smiles in amazement.</n3></b>
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<div class="MadalynRight"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>You didn't call me mistress. That's rare! I liked it! You can continue this way. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>What was that? You answered her question against your will. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She lifts one leg and puts it on the cage. While still wondering why you answered her question immediately, she asks one more. </n3></b>
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<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Brianna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> And, your name and sign?</brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> $name, moon. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You cover your mouth with your hand and take a few steps back. Blonde Succubus lets a laugh out. </n3></b>
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<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Brianna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> Take it easy. I don't care what sign you are.</brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly opens the cage door and drags the Succubus from the floor by the arm into the cage. While doing so, she continues to talk.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>I'm Brianna. Assistant Headmistress of the Saturn Dormitory, sort of... Nice to meet you! I've been tracking this duo for a while. With Nicole's testimony, they have accumulated enough crimes that I can punish them justifiably. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She lifts her head towards you looks into your eyes as she closes the cage door. </n3></b>
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<div class="MadalynLeft"><b>Brianna</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> As long as you're fair and honest, you have nothing to fear from me.</brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She slowly straightens up and stretches her neck. Then she lifts the cage with an adult Succubus in it with one hand, as the cage is empty. She gives you a hand salute and walks away in the direction she came from. You watch her until she's out of sight, wondering where she is taking her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see Brianna walking with her cage. There's a Succubus inside, but this time she's not unconscious. She pounds the cage and screams in fury but Brianna doesn't seem to care in the slightest. You also notice that no one's helping her. You're not sure if that's a dormitory trait or Brianna's. You really wonder where she's going. Maybe you can follow her for a while. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a deep breath, lower the Lust you radiate as much as you can. Then you start following Brianna, keeping your range. Meanwhile, you realize for sure that the one in the cage is the other Succubus trying to trick Nicole.
No matter how much noise or shaking comes from the cage, Brianna doesn't yell or react to it. And despite all the struggling inside the cage, she still carries it like the cage is empty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a few minutes of walking you are no longer in the wide corridors. You are in a narrow corridor dimly lit by purple lights. The caged Succubus has stopped struggling and shouting, accepting the situation, while you nervously follow along. Up to this point you had a lot to hide behind, but it's getting fewer and fewer.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Finally Brianna stops between the two doors. There is a blank wall in front of her. Suddenly you feel a buzzing in your head. Instinctively you pull back and hide.
You feel you shouldn't be looking at her. After a little while, you hear a mechanical noise. When you feel safe again, you stick your head out enough to watch what's going on. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Instead of the blank wall, you now see bright purple lights with a Latex torso in the center. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brianna reaches out to the wall and grabs something. Then shouts in a commanding voice to the Succubus in the cage. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You can't see what she's doing to her because Brianna's in the way. But when she stands up, you know one thing for sure. The cage is empty!
Then she picks up a Latex suit that glows on the wall, reflecting purple light. She presses it against her body and the Latex suit opens up from the back, enveloping Brianna's body. But as soon as the Latex touches Brianna's skin, both she and the cage disappear. The Lust she radiates has almost disappeared, but you can still sense her. This is Scopophobic Latex! You need to leave as soon as possible.</n3></b>
[[Slowly Go Back The Way You Came|purpledungeon4]]
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<b><n3> You nervously make your way through the narrow corridor. You didn't realize this corridor was so long on your way here. You don't feel anyone but it only makes you more nervous. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You sense a sweet scent. By reflex, you inhale a little deeper to understand what that smell is. But you quickly realize you made a mistake. First you start seeing double. Then you start to lose your balance. Soon you can no longer distinguish whether your eyes are open or you're standing still.
What's that? Why everything is purple and... bright? A silhouette appears in front of you. It looks like she's looking down on you. Are you on the ground right now? You feel your jaw tightening. Something is being pushed into your mouth, but you don't have the strength to resist. Your eyes are closing. You're not sure, but sounds like you're being dragged on the floor. You can't maintain your consciousness anymore... </n3></b>
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<b><n3><cap> (There is male content ahead. The Headmistress is a Succubus who collects men, so you will only see them as obedient slaves. Still, if you don't want to see any male, you have to make your choice here. Regardless of the choice you make, this dungeon will remain in its own dynamics. You just won't see images about it and the descriptions will be reduced. It may also prevent you from accessing some events that will be added in the future.)</cap> </n3></b>
[[✔️ I Want To See The Current And Future Male Content|purpledungeon5]]
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<b><n3>You are restrained by your wrists and ankles and you have a huge Latex gag in your mouth. But you are not tied to a wall. You're lying uncomfortably on the floor, doubled over. You slowly raise your head and check where you are. There are slaves everywhere, tied up like you. Male human slaves! You have to be in some kind of sex dungeon.
You have a headache, but you need to pull yourself together. Suddenly you hear a voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You move with the sound you hear.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You curl up like a worm and face in the direction of the voice. You see a Succubus in a Latex jacket and gloves, making a man cum as he writhes in pleasure. Your sense of Lust is still not back to normal, but you can tell that she is no ordinary one. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After making him cum, her stroking gets faster and harder. The tied male slave begins to beg with trembling. Now you can see that he's in more pain than pleasure. Soon the stroking slows down.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Just as the slave is about to thank her, he finds a hand in his mouth covered with his own cum. After removing her hand from the slave's mouth, she stands up.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are restrained by your wrists and ankles and you have a huge latex gag in your mouth. But you are not tied to a wall. You're lying uncomfortably on the floor, doubled over. You slowly raise your head and check where you are. There are slaves everywhere, tied up like you. Male human slaves! You have to be in some kind of sex dungeon.
You have a headache, but you need to pull yourself together. Suddenly you hear a voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You curl up like a worm and face in the direction of the voice. You see a Succubus in a latex jacket and gloves, making a man cum as he writhes in pleasure. Your sense of Lust is still not back to normal, but you can tell that she is no ordinary one.
After she's done with him, she walks towards another slave, bound by chains and straps, lying on a large leather bed. she sits on his face and turns to you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/missT1.jpg"><b><missT1>I hope you realize there's no way out. After I play with you for a while, I'll let Lucy know and she'll take care of the rest. </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After hearing Lucy's name, you open your eyes wide and try to speak but the giant gag in your mouth prevents you. Not a very good move because you almost dislocate your jaw.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>That's not the case, but you cannot even tell her that. Where's Sun or Moon? You are struggling on the floor, pretty annoyed.
Suddenly you realize something. Both the gag in your mouth and the binding around your wrists and ankles are LATEX! But if you break free of your bonds, you may face a much more aggressive reaction. After a quick think, you are ready to take risk. You have to tell her!
The Succubus in front of you is not paying attention to you right now. She's riding his face at an increasing pace. She is focused on her own pleasure, with moans that sound like growls.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[Break Free From Your Bonds And Try To Explain|purpledungeon7]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She takes off her jacket and gloves and throws them at the panting slave on the sofa. In her Latex corset and Latex boots, she walks towards a slave, bound by chains and straps, lying on a large leather bed. After giving his balls a few whacks and waking the slave up, she sits on his face and turns to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After hearing Lucy's name, you open your eyes wide and try to speak but the giant gag in your mouth prevents you. Not a very good move because you almost dislocate your jaw.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>That's not the case, but you cannot even tell her that. Where's Sun or Moon? You are struggling on the floor, pretty annoyed.
Suddenly you realize something. Both the gag in your mouth and the binding around your wrists and ankles are LATEX! But if you break free of your bonds, you may face a much more aggressive reaction. After a quick think, you are ready to take risk. You have to tell her!
The Succubus in front of you is not paying attention to you right now. She's riding his face at an increasing pace. She is focused on her own pleasure, with moans that sound like growls.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[Break Free From Your Bonds And Try To Explain|purpledungeon7]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> After you concentrate, you focus on your wrists first. They're Latex cuffs that you can easily get rid of. But it doesn't work. Latex won't listen to you. You're not even sure it can hear you. You can't control Latex! You're refocusing, you must have enough Lust. The dizziness is getting weaker and you feel better, but your Latex control is zero.
Between aggressive moans, the eyes of the Succubus stomping on the slave's head shift to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She reaches out her hand towards you, like squeezing an invisible throat. For the first few seconds you don't feel anything. You gasp in fear because you're not really sure what she's doing.
Then you feel getting progressively lighter. It feels like you're rising in a salty sea. After levitating a little bit, you suddenly fly towards the hand that is pointing towards you. Then a steel-like grip on your mouth and chin. You can't even breathe. You're trying to break out of her grip, but in vain.
You feel like you have lost all the strength you have gathered since you woke up. The hand that squeezes your face like a metal pincer also continues to pull your whole body like a magnet. You accept that you can't move her hand and you stop struggling. Your nose is open, but you can't breathe properly. You realize how used you are to being rescued by this time. You still hope for Sun or Moon to help you.
A familiar voice interrupts in a worried tone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> There's still a huge Latex gag in your mouth. And that gag, which is uncomfortable just being in your mouth, is pushed down your throat. Your eyes are watering and you feel like you're suffocating. You let your whole body go against your will. You're dying!
As your vision darkens, you hear the same voice coming closer to you. Afterwards is darkness...</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes in a comfortable double bed. Next to you is a male human slave who is completely tied up and you think is asleep. You try to remember what happened but your jaw hurts so much. And then you realize that you're untied.
Your hand goes to your chin and you notice that your chin is bandaged. You can't even get up, still feeling like shit. The voice you heard before you fainted starts talking. This time you can recognize who it is. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna2.jpg"><b><brianna1> I can't even explain to you how stupid it is to follow me. If I hadn't contacted Mistress Lucy in time, you might be dead right now. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're in no condition to talk.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna2.jpg"><b><brianna1> We thought you are a Center's Spy. You're from another Dormitory, so it's understandable that you don't know but no one follows me! This is clearly a bait, me walking around. And it's a bait that everyone knows about. Of course, the majority do not know the real reason. Some say it's just something made up to scare newcomers.
Still, among those who know the real reason, too many of them falls for it. Because we hold many secrets in the Purple Dungeon... Can you get up?</brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're getting up with Brianna's help. Except for your jaw, you don't feel too bad. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brianna gives you a Latex cape. She gets changed too. Then you walk to the main area with her. There are male slaves everywhere. You see a Succubus in a Latex body suit, squatting down, playing with her hair thoughtfully.
The energy she gives off feels threatening but harmless, an unusual combination. Also she looks familiar from somewhere. When she notices you, she looks at you irritated.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra1.jpg"><b><kendra1>Because of you, our Headmistress's schedule has been disrupted. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Brianna intervenes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna2.jpg"><b><brianna1> You better watch your mouth, Kendra! Mistress Summer was there when I was informing Mistress Lucy.</brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra stands up in a panic. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra stares at the floor for a while with a face full of disappointment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra1.jpg"><b><kendra1> So she is her friend... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna2.jpg"><b><brianna1>Where is Headmistress T.? </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra answers, still a bit distracted. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra1.jpg"><b><kendra1>Umm... At the other dungeon. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel a warmth on your sign. Moon and Sun talk over each other. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You are moved by the two of them's worried voices. Your eyes are tearing up a little. Maybe because of the pain.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Moon continues but her voice starts to fade again. You feel relieved to hear from them. The sound of Brianna's high heels interrupts.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra straightens up and puts her hand on her hip. Brianna walks next to Kendra and stands with her back to you. Clearly it's not their first time. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna3.jpg"><b><brianna1> I'm Brianna, and she is Kendra. In Saturn Dormitory, we are right and left hands to the Headmistress. And in the Purple Dungeon, we are head of the punishment and the security.
The one I ask, cannot lie to me! Kendra is a bit more complicated. Her power level and personality changes in a cycle. She constantly gets weaker and more submissive.
In one point, she can't get and weaker and even moving is impossible for her. In this state, her Lust acts like a poison. You've experienced what happens actually. It was Kendra's condensed Lust that fainted you. It messes up your whole system. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna3.jpg"><b><brianna1> We don't know how long this weak state lasts, so evey time it happens, we extract her Lust as much as we can. But after that stage ends... </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra blinks rapidly and looks at Brianna. But Brianna continues to talk.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra slaps Brianna's arm reproachfully. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra2.jpg"><b><kendra1> Would you stop it already?! Why don't you start with the day I was born? And you didn't even tell your true technique!</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna3.jpg"><b><brianna1>Mistress Lucy especially said to explain you throughly. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While she screaming at Brianna, you suddenly feel a bit weird. You definitely remember her Lust... But from where? You see an image in your head for a second. Sun speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>We saw her in the dungeon. When you accidentally copied my power for the first time, you got trapped in a Succubus' mind. It's her! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly, Kendra stops yelling and looks at you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kendra exhales deeply and looks for a place to sit. She sees a male slave on a chair, completely bound. After she throws him on the floor, she sits on a chair and crosses her legs. Then she looks at you with piercing eyes. You can't understand what she's thinking. After staring for a while, she rolls her eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra2.jpg"><b><kendra1> Headmistress T. asked me to introduce you to the dungeon, but I don't want to deal with you in your condition. Get well and come visit the dormitory next Wednesday. I assume you have the necessary stealth Latex. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod your head in the affirmative. Suddenly a sharp pain shoots through your head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Next to Kendra, sitting naked on the floor, Summer stands in all her majesty. Although you only see this image for a moment, you are affected as if you were sitting there obediently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your whole body flinches again as if you've been electrocuted. When you barely open your eyes, you see that Kendra is just as startled as you are, her eyes closed. Suddenly she stands up angrily and kicks the slave, who she throws to the ground. You see a faint red aura emanating from her. Holding her head, she heads towards the door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Brianna watches with a little concern as Kendra leaves. After she leaves, she turns to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She walks back the way you came together and comes back after a short while. You see a stamph in her hand. It looks very elegant with a powdery white tip and colorful snake scales on the shaft. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna3.jpg"><b><brianna1>This may be one of the rarest things you'll ever see. It's a kind of... arfitact that our Headmistress acquired in the past. It is said that it can become addictive very easily, so it should be used with caution. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A very indescribable sensation spreads through your body from your arm that you have never felt before. You feel both the comfort of the heat and the peace of the cold. Your eyes are open but you don't care what you see. If you were to give this feeling a color, it would indeed be white. The one that contains no color, but bears them all... Suddenly you wake up.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put your hand to your chin and touch it gently. Cautiously, thinking it will hurt, but there is no pain. Then you touch and open and close your mouth normally. Your jaw is completely healed! Brianna smiles again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna3.jpg"><b><brianna1> I'm sorry I didn't use this earlier. You'd be a lot more tired if you could talk to Kendra when you met her. Don't tell her that. She's at her grumpiest right now.</brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She holds out her hand gently and helps you stand up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You put your latex cloak over your shoulder and make your way to the Saturn Dormitory. Kendra will show you around the Purple Dungeon, you are told. You feel strange around her and you wonder if there is a different reason for this.
Walking with a safe feeling from the cloak, you pass through the barrier of the Dormitory and go inside.
You've just walked in when two Succubus rush past you. Suddenly you trip over your own feet, accidentally bumping into someone. Trying to keep your balance, you completely lose it and fall on the Succubus with your whole body weight. As you prepare to apologize, you remember something. She can't see you. The Succubus gets up quickly with a snort and looks around in anger. She doesn't know that you are actually right under her nose.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Almost no one pays any attention to this question asked in anger. Only a few distant faces stare at the voice with uninterested eyes for a few seconds. </n3></b>
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Wait a second! You can calm her down. You exhale and focus. You'll calm her down before things get worse. The Succubus, her collar raised, calmly raises her right hand and places it on the angry Succubus' chest. Meanwhile, you close your eyes and focus.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You open your eyes to the sound of a loud explosion. At first you don't understand what you see. You only see the Succubus, grabbed by the collar by the angry one, stands calmly. She mutters to herself as she adjusts her collar in frustration. Her voice is very calm. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> What I'm wearing is more expensive than you. I'm not the one who bumped into you, you stupid bitch! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You turn your head to see the angry shouter writhing on the floor at the other end of the Dormitory. With tears in her eyes, she stands up and looks around. She screams, echoing throughout the dormitory.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She takes a slightly hunched posture and raises her hands at shoulder level. She contracts both hands like a claw and then takes a few deep breaths in and out. Meanwhile, you notice a transparent silhouette of a bull appear within the Succubus. While she's there gathering all her strength, the Succubus, who is about to be attacked, stares at her with blank eyes. You must have accidentally calmed her down.
You have to stop this! Someone innocent will get hurt, maybe even killed. You need to do something fast, but you don't know what. The only Latex around is your cloak, but that's not enough. You can't think of how to stop her without damaging her with anything other than using Latex. The Succubus, furious with anger, starts running with screams.
In a panic, you step in front of the Succubus you've calmed down. You look into the eyes of the Succubus, who is running towards you but not actually charging at you. You can't calm her down when she's so full of Lust! You still don't know what to do. So you open your hands. You will try to stop her with your hands by grabbing her wrists. You can't think of anything else.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Once you've decided what to do, you feel much calmer. So you take a hunched posture and, wide-eyed, brace yourself for impact. You don't realize it, but black smokes are rising from your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The charging Succubus is almost halfway down. On her running path you see a familiar face approaching. It's Kendra, in a Latex corset, with calm but big steps. As the charging Succubus passes by her, she sprays something from what looks like a perfume box twice in the direction of her nose.
The charging Succubus's eyes immediately roll back and her head starts to shake. But she continues to run, albeit unsteadily. You can see that it won't last long. The Succubus, having lost all her speed and strength, is about to fall on her face, but you are already running towards her. You slow her fall by letting her fall on you. After breathlessly throwing off the Succubus, you hear a familiar sound again. A metal sound.
With an empty cage, Brianna walks towards the unconscious Succubus on the floor. After leaving the cage there, she walks towards the Succubus that you calmed down. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>"She grabbed my shirt and started yelling at me when I hadn't done anything. And I defended myself, Mistress."</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brianna looks at you for a second. At best, she should be able to sense you vaguely. But she was able to pinpoint her gaze on you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra is approaching you, tightening her corset.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She seems to say something, but she doesn't speak. She stares at you with squinted and annoyed eyes. Like you, she is not visible to others. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Brianna places the unconscious Succubus in the cage, Kendra dramatically turns her back and starts walking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> There's something off about you. It makes me feel very uneasy, but I don't know the reason... Why would Mistress Summer choose you?</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>That must be what really bothers her. You feel a slight pain in your head. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're kneeling helplessly in front of Summer, kissing her huge strap-on. You feel so safe, but you're filled with envy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You wake up with another startle. This is the second time, and it feels as real and intense as if it were your own memories. Kendra holds her head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> My headache won't go away. It's not usually like this... Okay I'm better. Headmistress asked me to introduce you to the Purple Dungeon. Mistress Lucy asked me to tell you about myself. I hope you understand how frustrated I am... But I have no other choice. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a few deep breaths and lightly taps her cheeks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> The Purple Dungeon is a complex maze-like place inside the Saturn Dormitory that reaches all parts of the dormitory. It's easy to get in but almost impossible to get out. And it's named after the purple lights that fill the dormitory and the dungeon.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She places her hand on the wall and waits. A door opens with a few Latex objects next to it. She walks in without waiting for you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>From the moment you enter you hear voices screaming in pain and pleasure. Most of these are male voices. Kendra stops again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>You know how it is. As a Succubus, we're often dissatisfied with humans. They can't resist our energy and they quickly... Break down. Men are even worse. Once they ejaculate, they they need time and become completely useless. Everything you do after that is torture.
That's why there's a common perception that sadistic and weak Succubuses prefer humans. Our headmistress changed that. She made it "cool" to play with humans. Of course, almost all Succubus here are sadists, but it's not something to be ashamed of like it used to be. The majority of this dungeon is made up of male slaves and dozens of experiments are being conducted on them. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra takes a few steps forward after her explanation, but you don't follow. She frowns slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Our biggest ongoing experiment is to create a man who can resist the Headmistress. So you can expect a lot of whining and torture. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She puts her hands on her hips and bows her head slowly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> You don't have a problem with humans, do you? I mean, especially the male ones.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Then what are you doing here? This dungeon is almost entirely devoted to human experimentation. Go visit the Latex Dungeon. It's full of Succubus there... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>There's an isolated area where we keep Succubus, but I don't think you're allowed in there. But Headmistress will be angry if she hears I didn't give you a tour... Anyway, just follow me. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You go through a passage and come out into a large area. All around are cells, some transparent, some completely closed.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>A Saturn's greatest weapon is her hands. So we can even kill a man with a handjob. That's why we use another part in the beginning. Our feet! Their whole goal is not to cum. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You start looking around. From every side you hear men begging and whining in pitiful voices. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>In the first stage, we use high heels and try to use as little Lust energy as possible. Yet almost half of them don't even make it past that.
I don't like men at all, but torturing their pathetic dicks and balls... Sometimes it's a good stress reliever. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's a familiar sight for Kendra, but it interests you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see Succubuses ruthlessly grinding their high heels on the penises of men pinned to the floor. Some play with their pussy, others stare in awe, locked in the eyes of the man begging them to stop. Their every struggle and whimper accelerates their torture. You see a Succubus biting her lip, cumming as she continues in ecstasy. They seem really committed to it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Of course, not all of them last that long. Most of them can't resist and cum. But their ejaculation doesn't stop the heels on their dicks. On the contrary, it speeds them up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> We are free to torture those who cum. Once they cum, they are our toys for a time. And of course all slaves are obliged to clean up their own mess. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You see a slave tiredly licking a pantyhosed foot, drenched with his own cum. His mistress continues to order him around in a rude manner. The slave cannot even answer, he only does what he hears. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you look around, you turn to your left and are suddenly startled with fear. Kendra is looking at you with her face almost pressed against you. Her eyes are wide open and full of curiosity. You almost bumped heads. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Okay, you're beautiful... But I'm beautiful too.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She still seems to be thinking about what Summer said and trying to make sense of it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>You have already heard that I am constantly becoming weak and submissive. I end up so weak that I can't even move my body. But after my corpse-like state has passed, I am almost reborn with a burst of energy and for a little time, I am the strongest! And again I continue the journey of becoming weaker over time...
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<b><n3>She feels like a relative you don't really like. Familiar but annoying. But normally, you would be much more annoyed if someone else acted like that. She feels a little different. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as she is about to move forward, Kendra stops and looks around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She rushes towards an empty cell and enters. You stand at the door to see what is going on. You see that the cell is not empty. One slave is sleeping tied up. Kendra shouts and wakes the slave. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The slave wakes up and begins to crawl. He cannot speak because he is gagged. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The slave begins to beg in a plaintive voice. Slowly he returns to his uncomfortable bed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Slave gets up on his knees in surprise and excitement and tries to move as fast as he can towards a low table in the center of the room. The moment he arrives, Kendra steps on his erect penis with her high heel.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Slave shakes his head excitedly. He is also trying to focus.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The erect penis on the table, already throbbing, Kendra lifts her foot and steps on it with her high heel. The slave's hips immediately react to it and start to move back and forth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Immediately after saying this, Kendra presses even harder and starts rubbing his cock. But there's one more thing. In the beginning she used almost no Lust, but now she applies a considerable amount to the slave through her foot.
Slave begins to writhe and let out a moan mixed with a whimper. He doesn't move anymore. He is only trying to resist the heel moving mercilessly on his dick. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not even ten seconds later, slave starts cumming. Then he starts crying. Kendra speaks in a disgusted voice as she crushes the sensitive penis under her sole. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Then she holds out her semen-covered shoe towards the slave. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Very carefully, slave starts to clean the stocking and the shoe, which are covered with his cum. You can see that he tries very hard not to touch anything that is not covered with semen with his tongue. Every now and then he looks at Kendra with fear and then continues. When he is done, he waits with his head bowed, with fear on his face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Good! Until my next visit, I want to see a clean table!</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then, with quick steps, she leaves the small cell.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You continue to move forward with Kendra. You are following a somewhat straight path, but there are many passages on the sides. Just like the dormitory, it looks pretty easy to get lost in the dungeon. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> It's too boring around here. Let's go where the real candidates are. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You enter a passage on the left and come out into an even wider area. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> This is where the slaves who can resist our hands begin.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You hear a lot more laughs here than in the previous place. Of course, it all comes from the Succubuses. Someone sticks her head out of a cell and speaks in an excited voice. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Mistress Kendra! He finally came! If you'd like to join in, please come on in."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra walks in with a giggle. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Inside you see a crowd gathered around a slave. Each one seems to be torturing a part of his body. They don't look very serious, but you can still see that the slave is in pain. Kendra approaches in big strides and grabs the slave by the base of his balls and squeezes. The Succubus, who has invited you inside, quickly starts punching the exposed balls. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It is obvious that she doesn't mean it. Yet the slave apologizes with all his breath as punches land on his balls. Soon Kendra releases the balls, which have turned a mix of red and purple. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Good slave! You'll make a good candidate for the Headmistress. Still, you've ejaculated and you're no different from the others. Endure it for a while longer. I'll move you to a more ruthless floor. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she turns around and talks to you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> $name, would you like to join? It's something like a tradition. Join us, even if it's just a little flick of the balls. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> ou can see that Kendra is careful to keep a strict separation between her personal thoughts and her persona in the dungeon by the smile on her face, which tries to be sincere. It's kind of funny.
With everyone looking at you, you see no option to refuse this kind request from Kendra. You smile and gather some Lust in your hand. You'll just slap his balls, just to be involved.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You approach the panting slave and slowly raise your hand. As you are about to slap it, you feel a strange sensation. It's like you've been holding your pee for a very long time, but you feel it in your hand. It feels like once you unlock that door, something will be released that you can't stop. You see an momentary image. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>An eerie figure staring at you with white eyes. As black smoke rises from all around it, it continues to look deep into your soul. It doesn't give off a good or bad feeling. It looks more like an empty shell waiting to be filled. This image appeared in your mind only for a moment. Yet just because you don't see it doesn't necessarily mean that it has stopped watching you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As your mind is filled with these thoughts, you wake up with a sharp scream. A scream from the slave that lasted not even a second. Since you've already decided to give his balls a quick smack, even though your mind is preoccupied, your body has followed through. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The first thing you notice is that your fingers are pitch black. You no longer feel the pent-up feeling inside you. You must have released it from your hand and it must have burst in the slave's balls. Your fingers return to normal in a few seconds. When you can understand a little of what's happened, you are able to look around.
The Succubuses who were laughing with glee a moment ago are all staring at you, their eyes open and their lips trembling vaguely. After seeing this expression, you wonder what exactly you did and what they saw. Maybe you accidentally did something to them too. One of them comes out of shock before the others and checks the slave's pulse.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"He's only fainted. What the hell just happened? Who are you?!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra gets between you and them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> All of them nod. Kendra reassuringly joins their nods.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Great! It's $name! She is... a very important Succubus who is learning to use her abilities! She's also a very personal friend of Mistress Summer. Actually, I don't know how close they are. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra stops herself before she talks any more nonsense. She gently moves behind you, holds you by the shoulders and guides you towards the door.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Let him rest. I'll take care of him later. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are leaving the cell. You see Kendra looking at you with a excited smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>You're the one! You are the Succubus my fate is bound to! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You don't understand what she's talking about. She leads you to an empty corridor. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Listen to me carefully. I started my journey as an ordinary slave, and it turned out that I'm special! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She seems to have a long story to tell. You go into a small, empty cell. Kendra shuts the door and sits in front of you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Like I said, I was a powerless, ordinary Succubus. A pathetic Succubus who hadn't even discovered her spirit animal. This dungeon wasn't even built yet. Mistress Lucy's dungeon was just getting started. I was a maid in the house of an important Succubus. One day they told me that they sold me. Mistress Lucy and Mistress Summer came to pick me up. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She adjusts her posture as she speaks excitedly. You notice that there are faint sparks of red forming around her. This excites you too.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>It was the first time I saw them. Just standing around Mistress Summer got me soaking wet. And I was lucky at the time, Mistress Summer was looking for personal slaves for one of her project. She was working on what is now known as Stinging Latex. it's a very difficult thing to adapt a Latex and turn it into another type. I've experienced it first hand.
Of course, they can't just hand Mistress Summer a worthless slave of uncertain capacity as soon as they arrive. I didn't know it, but I was put through a long trial period, along with all the other slaves. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It seems your minds are still connected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're used to seeing little glimpses of Kendra's thoughts. Kendra, restrained by ropes, being whipped for hours. Along with disappointment, a meaningless pain. A pain that brings no pleasure, a pain that feels dull. What you feel is dissatisfaction. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> The blows I received were hurting my body, but something was always missing. Every day I woke up with a new hope, but it never happened. The strikes of the reluctant Succubuses weren't reaching me. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a deep breath and brings her hand to her throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra's hip moves slowly. She squeezes her legs together. She has a lustful smile, with a slightly blank expression on her face. Summer appears in your mind, looking right into your eyes. The penetrating gaze catches you by surprise. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> As I was thinking I woke up to another dull morning, she came. She was only wearing a black panty. Her entire body was covered in sweat and she hadn't even regained her breath. She probably came to visit me right after her morning exercise.
She walked in and just looked at me for a while. Just that alone was more stimulating than all the torture I had endured for weeks. Her huge tits were shining with sweat. She looked down on me with her fit perfect body and piercing eyes. All I could think was licking her entire body clean. But I didn't have the courage to move a muscle. That conflict made me feel ecstatic...</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra raises her index finger. You can see her hand shaking with excitement. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I was not in a state to realize it at that moment. The only thing I wanted was not to be dominated and humiliated by her. I also wanted to be like her, to be tortured by her for hours on end, and at the same time do what I want to her.
I wanted to experience both sides at the same time. I could only hear one sentence from her mouth that day. I would give my life without thinking just to kiss those lips.
She only said,<summer1> "Okay, you'll do fine."</summer1>And then she left.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at you with her eyelids twitching. There's an overwhelming desire in her eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>The moment she left, I came without even touching myself. Twice! You don't know how dominant her aura was in the past. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She pauses to catch her breath. You feel every sensation she describes, albeit in a weaker form. You are completely in the moment and just want to hear, see and feel more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After calming down a bit, she continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>The next day they put me and another Succubus in a cell. They tied us to the ceiling by our wrists, completely naked. I didn't know what was going to happen. All I wanted was to see her again. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see young Kendra, tied by her wrists to the ceiling. You can feel her curiosity and hope to see Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>And then she actually showed up! She was so beautiful that I was feeling embarrassed to look at her. I could feel her energy all over my body. A tickling sensation mixed with a stinging... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She announced that she would continue with one of us as her main subject. She said that a journey was ahead of us, not knowing how long it would last, nothing but pain. I was shaking with excitement. She thought I was scared and teased me a little. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> We didn't know what was going to happen and why we were here. She said we were great candidates because we are weak. I was so grateful for being a useless weakling.
As she was making those explanations, she suddenly slapped the Succubus next to me very hard. The sharpness of the sound, the unexpected scream of the loser next to me... I was so jealous of them both. I wish I had been the one who slapped and the one who received the slap.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She caresses her cheek with a slightly uncomfortable smile. But you understand what she really feels. An envy so strong that even you are intrigued by it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Then she looked at me. She was going to slap me too. I was staring into her eyes, mesmerized. I don't know how I looked, but she quickly realized that it would hurt me more if I didn't get that slap. So she smiled and walked away. That tease mixed with disappointment... I held back, thinking that if I came, maybe she'd get angry and I wouldn't be chosen. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> She bound us together with a chain. A special chain that amplifies the flow of Lust. So that we can be affected by each other's sensations and stay in the the moment more easily. She didn't know that it was a mistake. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> She moved behind me and with her Latex whip she gave me a not very strong blow on my back. I could only giggle and smile. She hit me again and then another. Each hit was more powerful than the last. If the ropes weren't holding me, I'd collapse like a sack. I've been seeking this for so long... Ahhh! every blow is like a warm hug wrapped around my body. The sound of the whip, growing stronger and more cruel.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I don't know how long this went on. For a while I was in a trance-like state. My whole body was itching, but these blows could only scratch a small part of it. When I woke up, I saw the loser in front of me writhing in pain with every blow to my body. Even that chain's transmission was too much for her.
Mistress Summer was silent. Only the sound of the whip on my body, getting stronger and louder, and the screams of the loser in front of me. Soon I couldn't take it anymore. I gathered my courage and called out to her. I didn't even know her name.
<i>"Mistress, can I ask something? Please, Mistress!"</i>
The whip stopped and she took a few steps towards me. She probably thought I was going to ask her to slow down or stop. Meanwhile, the other slave was already in tears, trying to catch her breath.
<i>"Am I allowed to cum, Mistress?"</i> I asked. I didn't have the courage to look at her face. I waited for her answer with excitement, pain and pleasure.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was looking at the ground, waiting for an answer. I saw a hand reaching out. Mistress Summer grabbed the blonde slave by the chin and lifted her head.
<summer1> "If she cums, can you handle it? I haven't even hit you yet! You're looking pathetic already... </summer1> She yelled and pushed her chin.
Then she brought her face closer to mine. I could feel her breath on my face. <summer1>"You may not cum!"</summer1>she said. I froze... She moved her hand to my pussy but stopped just before touching it. I screamed with surprise and excitement and waited with my eyes closed. If she touches me, there's no way I could stop myself from cumming. And she just told me that I can't cum.
I had to see what was going on. I opened my eyes, still staring at the floor. When I slowly turned my head, I saw Mistress Summer looking at me with a sadistic expression. She knew why I screamed in panic when she moved her hand. I wasn't afraid of pain or pleasure, I was afraid of crossing the lines she set. What a brilliant, insightful Succubus. I don't even need to utter a word. The envy inside me was burning me again.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She told me to take a deep breath. Then, with a single move, she removed the chain attached to my pussy. Soon after, she started whipping my ass. She was only hitting me. I think she was using all her physical strength here because I was feeling a lot more, even though my ass was supposed to be more resistant than my back. It was a miracle I didn't cum there. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I thought I passed the test. I proved myself. As I was getting used to the pain of the blows on my ass, I heard something falling to the ground. It just fell right in front of me. I was thinking, " Isn't that the whip she using? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> While I was looking at the whip on the floor, suddenly I felt such a severe slap on my ass. I was blown off my feet. I thought the ropes would hold me, but somehow the ropes burned. I fell right next to the whip. I was completely convinced. She was the missing piece.
I've never felt anything so intense in my life. Maybe I came, I didn't even know. I was crying on the floor, tears of pure bliss, the end of the pursuit. I was in pain, I couldn't feel my legs properly, but I was at peace. The dissatisfaction that had been with me since I was born was gone.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was crying miserably on the floor, my ass was still pulsating with pain and my legs were still numb. I was jolted back with a voice that didn't care about any of this. She wasn't shouting. Her tone was calm and merciless.
<summer1> "Get up now."</summer1>
This short order resonated throughout my body and I was able to stand up with a momentary surge of strength in my legs. The first thing I noticed was that the slave next to me was trying to hide her tears. Even though the chain was removed, the bond between us was still there.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>My hands were free and I could barely stand. Mistress Summer put her hand where she just hit me. Probably, there was a deep handprint on my ass with full of whip marks. I honestly don't know how much longer I could go on. My vision was blurred and I was dizzy. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> But I wasn't feeling weak or useless anymore... Fortunately, my test was over. Mistress Summer untied the blonde Succubus. Doubled over, she let herself fall to the ground, holding the spot where I had been slapped, and continued to cry silently. Then I felt two hands on my shoulders. She gently sat me on my knees. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She started hurling insults at the Succubus writhing on the ground in pain. She praised me a few times. It felt so good. For the first time in my life, I was the winner.
Both ends of the spectrum were in front of me. On one side, a weak piece of garbage, scorched by its own patheticness and on the other side, a goddess who is brilliant, gorgeous, overwhelmingly dominant and unreachable. Where was my place in that spectrum? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>When the insults were over, she simply told me to rest. When I was taken to my cell, my ass was bandaged. A first encounter full of details that I am embarrassed to talk about.
Of course, this was only the beginning. Stinging Latex was in many ways a delusional project. If you want to add a trait to a Latex, you need to find a Succubus with that trait. Her Lust must be absorbed and adapted by the Latex, with the properties it already carries. But pain is different. It's a result. No one's Lust was capable of inflicting pain the way Mistress Summer wanted it to. There is probably a Succubus that naturally has such an effect, but it is very hard to find.
That's why a weak Succubus was important there. My Lust was almost completely featureless. One of the closest things to Pure Lust. And despite everything that happened, I couldn't activate my spirit animal. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Every day I was woken up, dressed in Latex clothes that felt like Lust sponges, tied up so I couldn't move, sharp clothespins attached to every pain point on my body. Then a vibrator on my pussy to make me produce Lust. It was painful just to stay still. But these clothespins were electrified at short intervals. And at some times of the day I was whipped for hours.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I have no idea how this period lasted. But Mistress Summer was always visiting me. I was blindfolded, all my senses were blinded by pain. But I could still perceive when she came to watch me. This is how I was able to continue. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>This phase was the longest and most painful. And my body was getting progressively weaker. At the end of the day, I could only move with what was left of my mental strength. I didn't have the luxury of losing that resilience. But I was slowly dying. I could feel that.
One morning as I was lying in bed, my cell door opened. It was Mistress Summer. She finally identified something different in the Latex that was being tested. I could barely understand what she was saying. I was able to understand that I no longer had to bear extreme pain.
I was no longer needed. The base had been set. Now, with average slaves, the goal could be reached. Also, it was obvious that my health was not getting any better.
Mistress Summer walked calmly to my bed. She sat down gently and started to caress my hair. I couldn't lose this. But I was helpless. I was unable to even stand on my own. Maybe she was kind because she thought I was going to die soon. Maybe she always had it in her.
I fell asleep from exhaustion. When I woke up in the night, I realized I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't move anything except my eyes. To be honest, I had accepted it for a while. At least I had been useful. I was saying goodbye, leaving something behind that would be used for a long time. I closed my eyes for the last time. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Darkness... A peaceful and embracing feeling. No more painful thoughts. No more pain. That's when it hit me. I have only experienced a small part of what I was wondering about. I didn't even know what it felt like to slap someone. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I haven't tortured anyone yet! No one has asked me for mercy yet! No one has ever thanked me yet!!! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was burning inside, with envy, with curiosity, with cruelty and compassion... The flames I have been feeling inside me for a long time was spreading from the depths of my heart to my entire body. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was being reborn. First I started to feel my body again. It was the first time in my life that I felt this alive. I started to walk out of my little cell, still burning. My legs took me to the cell where I was tortured for months. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> There I saw countless slaves covered in my Latex, my product, and now it was painful just to come into contact with it. I could feel what each of them was feeling. I instinctively flicked my nipple. All of them were suddenly startled by a sudden pain and began to squirm. They could all feel my pain, several times stronger. A slap to myself might just kill some of them. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I had no time to waste here. Actually, I had nowhere to be. I started walking casually down a corridor. Suddenly I felt something around my waist, like a thick rope. Before I could look what it was, I found myself thrown face down on the ground. Pain was my friend now. It couldn't hurt me.
I got up from the floor and saw Mistress Summer lying on the floor behind me. She must have been the one who attacked me. After all, someone is walking in flames. It was normal for her to attack. But when I saw her like that, my flames went out. I picked her up to took her to my cell. She was so beautiful even when she was unconscious. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It's a comforting warmth. Familiar but still far different from you. So Kendra and Sun should have bonded. But because of you, they didn't? Sun breaks her silence. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>The story she told is from long ago. If she was my host, we'd be connected by now. Don't show her my phoenix! </a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I am one and only phoenix! When Mistress Lucy discovered that, she told me I was special. That my fate was tied to a Succubus who uses Dark Lust. She said we would guide each other. Since you are still in the developmental phase, the urgency to meet me must be low.
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<b><b1>"Oh! Mistress Kendra I've been looking for you! There is a fight in the Dormitory." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><b1>"But this fight has been going on for a while and Mistress Brianna said she would handle it on her own. She said you were busy, but you know what happened the last time she handled a fight by herself. I apologize for not finding you sooner Mistress!" </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Shit! She can never tell when she's overdone it! </kendra1></b></div>\
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You see a crowd at the entrance of the Dormitory. Kendra stops running as soon as she is at a distance where the crowd can see her and starts approaching the scene with long strides in a cool way. A few Succubus starts struggling the moment they see Kendra. They don't look tied up. They make noises as if their mouths are completely full. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> Kendra, you didn't have to come. I took care of it. I know you're busy. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> A classic case that started with an argument and turned into a fight. I can't stand Saturns fighting amongst themselves! We already have a bad reputation in all the other Dormitories. Every day we deal with so many small and big things like this! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It looks more like a scolding to the crowd than an explanation to Kendra. Brianna's voice gets louder. You can see she's getting really angry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>Kendra and me! We clean your asses every day along with all the other things we do! At least look for loopholes in the rules we set! Be clever! Pursue pleasure! What do you gain by fighting amongst yourselves like rabid dogs? </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>No, I mean, what do they want? What more can I do? Be more strict? What would be better to do? I'm being as fair as I can! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra squints at the crowd as she comforts Brianna. Then she puts her arm around Brianna and they start to walk away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> You just need to relax a little bit. You know, when you're calm, you can follow your principles much more easily. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she walks with Brianna, she turns back one last time and gestures <b><kendra1>"YOU ARE DEAD!"</kendra1></b>to the crowd.
When she passes by you, she slowly turns her face to you and nods slowly. Guess that's the end of the tour. You still don't understand how you can be spotted when you're hidden.
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<b><n3> You start advancing through the maze-like dungeon. You mostly hear male whining and Succubus laughter. Kendra suddenly stops.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> There's something I have to do, okay? I was gonna get it out of the way while I was showing you around but... Okay, just wait here. I'll be right back. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With rapid steps she enters a passage on the left. It doesn't even take two minutes for her to return. She straightens her dress and continues walking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Where we're going is sort of a high security prison. It's located here because Mistress Lucy didn't want it in the Latex Dungeon. So you probably won't see the inside. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly she changes the subject completely. It is clear that this is what she has been thinking all along. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Mistress Summer is my idol. She doesn't realize it, but I learned almost everything I know from her. I accepted my true nature with her. It makes me very angry and... Hurt that she calls you her friend... But I won't reflect that on you.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she stops talking. After a quite long walk you come to a huge gate. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see a Succubus sitting by this huge gate. Kendra approaches her with calm steps. Before Kendra can say anything, she interrupts. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1> I'm sorry, Kendra, you can't enter with company. You know what we're dealing with right now. I can't take a risk. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra answers very calmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I take full responsibility, Patricia. She's Mistress Lucy's special guest. I don't know all the details exactly, but you can treat her like you would any of us. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Patricia moves uncomfortably in her seat. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1>Mistress Lucy's special guest? Could you be $name by any chance?</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You nod in agreement, a little surprised. Her tense expression suddenly turns into a smile and she stands up. You can see Kendra is surprised too.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She starts to walk towards you respectfully and prepares her hand on the way. It's a normal greeting. You'll just shake hands. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It makes you uneasy when she walks straight at you. She has a sincere smile on her face and just wants to shake hands with you. A perfectly normal and simple act. And you are waiting with your hand raised. Suddenly you feel a strange sensation. It's like you've been holding your pee for a very long time, but you feel it in your hand. It feels like once you unlock that door, something will be released that you can't stop. You see an momentary image. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>An eerie figure staring at you with white eyes. As black smoke rises from all around it, it continues to look deep into your soul. It doesn't give off a good or bad feeling. It looks more like an empty shell waiting to be filled. This image appeared in your mind only for a moment. Yet just because you don't see it doesn't necessarily mean that it has stopped watching you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As your mind is filled with these thoughts, you wake up with a sharp scream. A scream that lasted a second at most. Since you've already decided shake hands, even though your mind is preoccupied, your body has followed through.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The first thing you notice is that your fingers are pitch black. You no longer feel the pent-up feeling inside you. You must have released it from your hand. Your fingers return to normal in a few seconds. When you can understand a little of what's happened, you are able to look around. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus you just shook hands with is lying on the floor next to the throne she was sitting on. Did you hurt her? Kendra rushes to her side. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Hey! Are you okay? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Patricia straightens up in a sitting position. She checks her body and stands up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1> Yes, I'm fine. I don't feel any difference. I think our Lusts had an unexpected reaction. You okay, $name? </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just as you're about to say yes, you feel pain in your arm.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your arm starts to contract first. It straightens on its own and throbs with spasms. Bright purple veins start to appear and gradually become more prominent. It doesn't hurt much, but it feels like it's gradually ceasing to be a part of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't notice, but Kendra is watching this scene with fascination. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>In a short time your arm is burning purple. It is still contracting, but the earlier loss of self-control seems to have subsided. Still, you don't know what to do with this accumulated energy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Patricia running towards you from the throne seems to have an idea about what is happening. She grabs you by the shoulders and drags you towards the huge gate. She shouts in panic. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1>TOUCH THE GATEE!</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You place your violet-burning hand directly on the gate. The gate immediately reacts to this and starts sucking the energy out of your arm rapidly. It starts to fill with purple veins. Soon you notice a huge Saturn sign glowing purple in the center of the door.
There is a momentary puff of smoke from the sides and slowly the huge gate opens. You both sit on the floor gasping for breath.Patricia lies fully on the floor and laughs with delight. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1> You're much more interesting than Monica described. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>That happened because of the state of mind you unintentionally entered when you tried to stop the Succubus running at you like a bull? Kendra comes to you with a smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/patricia1.jpg"><b><b1> You can go in, Kendra. In fact, I can accompany you part of the way. </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra gets you on your feet with excitement. She holds your cheeks and examines you up and down. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Are you okay? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can only answer in a muffled affirmative because your cheeks are cupped. Kendra laughs softly. Her attitude towards you seems to have drastically changed. On the contrary, you expected her to be angry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> We're not going in. $name, I have things to tell you. Our fates are tied! I've finally found you! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She looks at Patricia.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Just close the gate already! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She takes you by the hand and leads you back the way you came. She goes into the first empty cell she finds and closes the door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She seems to have a long story to tell. After she shuts the door, she sits in front of you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Listen! I was a powerless, ordinary Succubus. A pathetic Succubus who hadn't even discovered her spirit animal. This dungeon wasn't even built yet. Mistress Lucy's dungeon was just getting started. I was a maid in the house of an important Succubus. One day they told me that they sold me. Mistress Lucy and Mistress Summer came to pick me up. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She adjusts her posture as she speaks excitedly. You notice that there are faint sparks of red forming around her. This excites you too. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>It was the first time I saw them. Just standing around Mistress Summer got me soaking wet. And I was lucky at the time, Mistress Summer was looking for personal slaves for one of her project. She was working on what is now known as stinging Latex. it's a very difficult thing to adapt a Latex and turn it into another type. I've experienced it first hand.
Of course, they can't just hand Mistress Summer a worthless slave of uncertain capacity as soon as they arrive. I didn't know it, but I was put through a long trial period, along with all the other slaves. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> It seems your minds are still connected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're used to seeing little glimpses of Kendra's thoughts. Kendra, restrained by ropes, being whipped for hours. Along with disappointment, a meaningless pain. A pain that brings no pleasure, a pain that feels dull. What you feel is dissatisfaction. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>The blows I received were hurting my body, but something was always missing. Every day I woke up with a new hope, but it never happened. The strikes of the reluctant Succubuses weren't reaching me. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes a deep breath and brings her hand to her throat. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Until I met her again... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra's hip moves slowly. She squeezes her legs together. She has a lustful smile, with a slightly blank expression on her face. Summer appears in your mind, looking right into your eyes. The penetrating gaze catches you by surprise. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> As I was thinking I woke up to another dull morning, she came. She was only wearing a black panty. Her entire body was covered in sweat and she hadn't even regained her breath. She probably came to visit me right after her morning exercise.
She walked in and just looked at me for a while. Just that alone was more stimulating than all the torture I had endured for weeks. Her huge tits were shining with sweat. She looked down on me with her fit perfect body and piercing eyes. All I could think was licking her entire body clean. But I didn't have the courage to move a muscle. That conflict made me feel ecstatic...</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra raises her index finger. You can see her hand shaking with excitement. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I was not in a state to realize it at that moment. The only thing I wanted was not to be dominated and humiliated by her. I also wanted to be like her, to be tortured by her for hours on end, and at the same time do what I want to her.
I wanted to experience both sides at the same time. I could only hear one sentence from her mouth that day. I would give my life without thinking just to kiss those lips.
She only said,<summer1> "Okay, you'll do fine."</summer1>And then she left.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at you with her eyelids twitching. There's an overwhelming desire in her eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>The moment she left, I came without even touching myself. Twice! You don't know how dominant her aura was in the past. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She pauses to catch her breath. You feel every sensation she describes, albeit in a weaker form. You are completely in the moment and just want to hear, see and feel more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After calming down a bit, she continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>The next day they put me and another Succubus in a cell. They tied us to the ceiling by our wrists, completely naked. I didn't know what was going to happen. All I wanted was to see her again. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see young Kendra, tied by her wrists to the ceiling. You can feel her curiosity and hope to see Summer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>And then she actually showed up! She was so beautiful that I was feeling embarrassed to look at her. I could feel her energy all over my body. A tickling sensation mixed with a stinging... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She announced that she would continue with one of us as her main subject. She said that a journey was ahead of us, not knowing how long it would last, nothing but pain. I was shaking with excitement. She thought I was scared and teased me a little. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She smiles nostalgically and continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> We didn't know what was going to happen and why we were here. She said we were great candidates because we are weak. I was so grateful for being a useless weakling.
As she was making those explanations, she suddenly slapped the Succubus next to me very hard. The sharpness of the sound, the unexpected scream of the loser next to me... I was so jealous of them both. I wish I had been the one who slapped and the one who received the slap.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She caresses her cheek with a slightly uncomfortable smile. But you understand what she really feels. An envy so strong that even you are intrigued by it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Then she looked at me. She was going to slap me too. I was staring into her eyes, mesmerized. I don't know how I looked, but she quickly realized that it would hurt me more if I didn't get that slap. So she smiled and walked away. That tease mixed with disappointment... I held back, thinking that if I came, maybe she'd get angry and I wouldn't be chosen. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She covers her mouth with her hand and tries to hold back her moans. Her voice, already trembling as she speaks, and the way her feelings are transmitted to you, makes you feel even more affected. You feel a sweet warmth on your right cheek. Something is missing. Suddenly she lifts her head and puts her hand on your right cheek. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>You feel it too, don't you? Something's missing. I'll always be one slap short from her. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Why doesn't the hand on your cheek move? Maybe a little slap would fill that emptiness. Kendra pulls her hand away from your cheek.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> She bound us together with a chain. A special chain that amplifies the flow of Lust. So that we can be affected by each other's sensations and stay in the the moment more easily. She didn't know that it was a mistake. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> She moved behind me and with her Latex whip she gave me a not very strong blow on my back. I could only giggle and smile. She hit me again and then another. Each hit was more powerful than the last. If the ropes weren't holding me, I'd collapse like a sack. I've been seeking this for so long... Ahhh! every blow is like a warm hug wrapped around my body. The sound of the whip, growing stronger and more cruel.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I don't know how long this went on. For a while I was in a trance-like state. My whole body was itching, but these blows could only scratch a small part of it. When I woke up, I saw the loser in front of me writhing in pain with every blow to my body. Even that chain's transmission was too much for her.
Mistress Summer was silent. Only the sound of the whip on my body, getting stronger and louder, and the screams of the loser in front of me. Soon I couldn't take it anymore. I gathered my courage and called out to her. I didn't even know her name.
<i>"Mistress, can I ask something? Please, Mistress!"</i>
The whip stopped and she took a few steps towards me. She probably thought I was going to ask her to slow down or stop. Meanwhile, the other slave was already in tears, trying to catch her breath.
<i>"Am I allowed to cum, Mistress?"</i> I asked. I didn't have the courage to look at her face. I waited for her answer with excitement, pain and pleasure.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was looking at the ground, waiting for an answer. I saw a hand reaching out. Mistress Summer grabbed the blonde slave by the chin and lifted her head.
<summer1> "If she cums, can you handle it? I haven't even hit you yet! You're looking pathetic already... </summer1> She yelled and pushed her chin.
Then she brought her face closer to mine. I could feel her breath on my face. <summer1>"You may not cum!"</summer1>she said. I froze... She moved her hand to my pussy but stopped just before touching it. I screamed with surprise and excitement and waited with my eyes closed. If she touches me, there's no way I could stop myself from cumming. And she just told me that I can't cum.
I had to see what was going on. I opened my eyes, still staring at the floor. When I slowly turned my head, I saw Mistress Summer looking at me with a sadistic expression. She knew why I screamed in panic when she moved her hand. I wasn't afraid of pain or pleasure, I was afraid of crossing the lines she set. What a brilliant, insightful Succubus. I don't even need to utter a word. The envy inside me was burning me again.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She told me to take a deep breath. Then, with a single move, she removed the chain attached to my pussy. Soon after, she started whipping my ass. She was only hitting me. I think she was using all her physical strength here because I was feeling a lot more, even though my ass was supposed to be more resistant than my back. It was a miracle I didn't cum there. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I thought I passed the test. I proved myself. As I was getting used to the pain of the blows on my ass, I heard something falling to the ground. It just fell right in front of me. I was thinking, " Isn't that the whip she using? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra moves her hand to her leg. From there, she moves it sensually to her ass. She looks at you with a smile. You feel a sting on your ass. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> While I was looking at the whip on the floor, suddenly I felt such a severe slap on my ass. I was blown off my feet. I thought the ropes would hold me, but somehow the ropes burned. I fell right next to the whip. I was completely convinced. She was the missing piece.
I've never felt anything so intense in my life. Maybe I came, I didn't even know. I was crying on the floor, tears of pure bliss, the end of the pursuit. I was in pain, I couldn't feel my legs properly, but I was at peace. The dissatisfaction that had been with me since I was born was gone.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was crying miserably on the floor, my ass was still pulsating with pain and my legs were still numb. I was jolted back with a voice that didn't care about any of this. She wasn't shouting. Her tone was calm and merciless.
<summer1> "Get up now."</summer1>
This short order resonated throughout my body and I was able to stand up with a momentary surge of strength in my legs. The first thing I noticed was that the slave next to me was trying to hide her tears. Even though the chain was removed, the bond between us was still there.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>My hands were free and I could barely stand. Mistress Summer put her hand where she just hit me. Probably, there was a deep handprint on my ass with full of whip marks. I honestly don't know how much longer I could go on. My vision was blurred and I was dizzy. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> But I wasn't feeling weak or useless anymore... Fortunately, my test was over. Mistress Summer untied the blonde Succubus. Doubled over, she let herself fall to the ground, holding the spot where I had been slapped, and continued to cry silently. Then I felt two hands on my shoulders. She gently sat me on my knees. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>She started hurling insults at the Succubus writhing on the ground in pain. She praised me a few times. It felt so good. For the first time in my life, I was the winner.
Both ends of the spectrum were in front of me. On one side, a weak piece of garbage, scorched by its own patheticness and on the other side, a goddess who is brilliant, gorgeous, overwhelmingly dominant and unreachable. Where was my place in that spectrum? </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra leans back. The sparks you saw at the beginning of her story have damaged the wooden chair she was sitting on. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>When the insults were over, she simply told me to rest. When I was taken to my cell, my ass was bandaged. A first encounter full of details that I am embarrassed to talk about.
Of course, this was only the beginning. Stinging Latex was in many ways a delusional project. If you want to add a trait to a Latex, you need to find a Succubus with that trait. Her Lust must be absorbed and adapted by the Latex, with the properties it already carries. But pain is different. It's a result. No one's Lust was capable of inflicting pain the way Mistress Summer wanted it to. There is probably a Succubus that naturally has such an effect, but it is very hard to find.
That's why a weak Succubus was important there. My Lust was almost completely featureless. One of the closest things to Pure Lust. And despite everything that happened, I couldn't activate my spirit animal. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> Every day I was woken up, dressed in Latex clothes that felt like Lust sponges, tied up so I couldn't move, sharp clothespins attached to every pain point on my body. Then a vibrator on my pussy to make me produce Lust. It was painful just to stay still. But these clothespins were electrified at short intervals. And at some times of the day I was whipped for hours.</kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I have no idea how this period lasted. But Mistress Summer was always visiting me. I was blindfolded, all my senses were blinded by pain. But I could still perceive when she came to watch me. This is how I was able to continue. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>This phase was the longest and most painful. And my body was getting progressively weaker. At the end of the day, I could only move with what was left of my mental strength. I didn't have the luxury of losing that resilience. But I was slowly dying. I could feel that.
One morning as I was lying in bed, my cell door opened. It was Mistress Summer. She finally identified something different in the Latex that was being tested. I could barely understand what she was saying. I was able to understand that I no longer had to bear extreme pain.
I was no longer needed. The base had been set. Now, with average slaves, the goal could be reached. Also, it was obvious that my health was not getting any better.
Mistress Summer walked calmly to my bed. She sat down gently and started to caress my hair. I couldn't lose this. But I was helpless. I was unable to even stand on my own. Maybe she was kind because she thought I was going to die soon. Maybe she always had it in her.
I fell asleep from exhaustion. When I woke up in the night, I realized I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't move anything except my eyes. To be honest, I had accepted it for a while. At least I had been useful. I was saying goodbye, leaving something behind that would be used for a long time. I closed my eyes for the last time. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Darkness... A peaceful and embracing feeling. No more painful thoughts. No more pain. That's when it hit me. I have only experienced a small part of what I was wondering about. I didn't even know what it felt like to slap someone. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I haven't tortured anyone yet! No one has asked me for mercy yet! No one has ever thanked me yet!!! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was burning inside, with envy, with curiosity, with cruelty and compassion... The flames I have been feeling inside me for a long time was spreading from the depths of my heart to my entire body. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I was being reborn. First I started to feel my body again. It was the first time in my life that I felt this alive. I started to walk out of my little cell, still burning. My legs took me to the cell where I was tortured for months. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> There I saw countless slaves covered in my Latex, my product, and now it was painful just to come into contact with it. I could feel what each of them was feeling. I instinctively flicked my nipple. All of them were suddenly startled by a sudden pain and began to squirm. They could all feel my pain, several times stronger. A slap to myself might just kill some of them. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>I had no time to waste here. Actually, I had nowhere to be. I started walking casually down a corridor. Suddenly I felt something around my waist, like a thick rope. Before I could look what it was, I found myself thrown face down on the ground. Pain was my friend now. It couldn't hurt me.
I got up from the floor and saw Mistress Summer lying on the floor behind me. She must have been the one who attacked me. After all, someone is walking in flames. It was normal for her to attack. But when I saw her like that, my flames went out. I picked her up to took her to my cell. She was so beautiful even when she was unconscious. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The flames emanating from Kendra's body takes a shape and forms into a phoenix. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's a comforting warmth. Familiar but still far different from you. So Kendra and Sun should have bonded. But because of you, they didn't? Sun breaks her silence. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>The story she told is from long ago. If she was my host, we'd be connected by now. Don't show her my phoenix! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kendra continues talking, looking at you with excitement after releasing her spirit animal. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I am one and only phoenix! When Mistress Lucy discovered that, she told me I was special. That my fate was tied to a Succubus who uses Dark Lust. She said we would guide each other. Since you are still in the developmental phase, the urgency to meet me must be low.
That must be the reason they wanted me to show you around and tell you about myself. Excuse my earlier attitudes. I'm not always in control of my moods. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She nods with satisfaction. Even her current mood swings don't seem to be under her control.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Oh! Mistress Kendra I've been looking for you! There is a fight in the Dormitory." </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Okay I'll take care of it. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><b1>"But this fight has been going on for a while and Mistress Brianna said she would handle it on her own. She said you were busy, but you know what happened the last time she handled a fight by herself. I apologize for not finding you sooner Mistress!" </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra looks at you and then at the Succubus at the door. Suddenly starts running. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1>Shit! She can never tell when she's overdone it! </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You start running after Kendra. Brianna actually seemed quite polite. At least on her own terms. In a few minutes, with a secret passage, you are passing into the Dormitory. Kendra takes off her stealth Latex corset on her way out. You're still hidden.
You see a crowd at the entrance of the Dormitory. Kendra stops running as soon as she is at a distance where the crowd can see her and starts approaching the scene with long strides in a cool way. A few Succubus starts struggling the moment they see Kendra. They don't look tied up. They make noises as if their mouths are completely full. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brianna greets Kendra with a voice full of pride. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> Kendra, you didn't have to come. I took care of it. I know you're busy. </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Brianna puts her hand on her hip and turns towards the crowd. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1> A classic case that started with an argument and turned into a fight. I can't stand Saturns fighting amongst themselves! We already have a bad reputation in all the other Dormitories. Every day we deal with so many small and big things like this! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It looks more like a scolding to the crowd than an explanation to Kendra. Brianna's voice gets louder. You can see she's getting really angry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>Kendra and me! We clean your asses every day along with all the other things we do! At least look for loopholes in the rules we set! Be clever! Pursue pleasure! What do you gain by fighting amongst yourselves like rabid dogs? </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>I've already heard all their excuses over and over again! Since their arguments turn into fights, I've sealed their mouths! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You thought she was talking about a few Succubus standing at the front, but then you realize she's talking about the whole crowd. They are all holding their throat or mouth, trying to make a meaningful sound. But only a silent hum comes from the huge crowd. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kendra nods in agreement. She approaches Brianna and rubs her arm with affection. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/brianna1.jpg"><b><brianna1>No, I mean, what do they want? What more can I do? Be more strict? What would be better to do? I'm being as fair as I can! </brianna1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> I know... I know... </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kendra squints at the crowd as she comforts Brianna. Then she puts her arm around Brianna and they start to walk away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kendra3.jpg"><b><kendra1> You just need to relax a little bit. You know, when you're calm, you can follow your principles much more easily. </kendra1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she walks with Brianna, she turns back one last time and gestures <b><kendra1>"YOU ARE DEAD!"</kendra1></b>to the crowd.
When she passes by you, she slowly turns her face to you and nods slowly. Guess that's the end of the tour. You still don't understand how you can be spotted when you're hidden.
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<b><n3>It is mostly made of white and gray stones and does not let in much light from the outside. And this lack of natural light is not sufficiently compensated by interior illumination. Despite its pessimistic tone, it has a sophisticated and noble atmosphere of its own. The sculptures, which appear to be made of marble, are accompanied by occasional copper ones. Not too big, not too small, simple and majestic. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You step out into the Moon Dormitory's yard. It's a bit cloudy today. When you look where the sound came from, you see three Succubus. The duo seems to be trying to convince the other one of something. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With a plaintive voice, the Succubus tries to resist these two. </n3></b>
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<b><b1> "No! Please return to your own Dormitory! I don't want it anymore. And I won't extend our deal!" </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This duo is clearly some other sign. The one defending herself must be a Moon. You don't want to make a scene on your first visit. But in a situation like this, you don't think you can hold yourself back. Although you don't know much, you can feel yourself getting increasingly annoyed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This duo is Saturn. You had a very similar experience on your first visit to the Saturn Dormitory. Looks like you're going to have to get involved again. You take a look around. Nobody seems to want to get involved in this. Then there is no other way out. As you start to step towards the scene, you hear a shout from the Dormitory. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dee responds in a somewhat careless voice as she reads, looking quite busy. She finally had the courage to start the book that had been on her mind for so long. So most of her day was spent in her room doing readings about it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>But that's not enough! Saturn Dormitory has responded really positively and I see Brianna's effort in this, but we also need to stand up for ourselves!
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<b><n3> With her desk full of papers, Dee tries to pick up a book that is buried under the papers, careful not to knock any of them over. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel moves away from the window and stands in front of Dee's desk. She puts one hand on her waist and speaks in a very serious voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Dee raises her head slightly. Chanel is clearly serious. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel makes a fist and puts it on the left side of her chest. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Because I can't stand it, Mistress! I can't stand to see the young Moons being humiliated! You already know my thoughts on this matter. And when I witness it, I can hardly contain myself. Please at least take a look! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Dee stands up and crosses her arms. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>But at Chanel's insistence, she'll look out the window. She starts approaching the window with slow steps, but the moment the yard comes into view, she accelerates and as she suddenly leans forward, she hits her head on the glass. Without caring about that, she is looking out with her eyes wide open, shocked. Chanel asks in a worried voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dee straightens up and clears her throat. Then, with a dramatic turn, she heads for the door. Her steps are big and eager. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel looks after Dee in astonishment. Immediately afterwards she clenches her fists and jumps up and down in thrill like a child. She knew that witnessing the scene would have an impact! She didn't expect it to happen this suddenly, but she won't complain. With a big smile on her face, she heads for the door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn to the shout from behind you. A short, mature Succubus with short blond hair is walking furiously. Her aura is quite... Hungry! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> One of the two starts running immediately. The redhead is left alone. Dee walks past you, gets in front of the helpless Moon.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The frightened Moon student stands behind Dee, gently squeezing her jacket. Dee calmly gestures to the Dormitory.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As a frightened Moon timidly makes her way to the Dormitory, the redhead reaches for her arm. But Dee grabs her wrist sharply. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Moon runs into the Dormitory, the redhead frowns. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The redhead clearly doesn't know who this blonde Succubus is. You don't know it either. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The redhead seems a bit nervous that her threat did nothing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Violet is stunned by this question. The fact that her threat didn't scare her off says a few things about the Succubus in front of her. Meanwhile, Chanel comes out of the Dormitory and starts to watch what is happening, a little bit in front of you. She has a very peaceful smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Dee moves slightly closer to Violet. Looking into her eyes, speaks in a calm tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dee1.jpg"><b><dee>Why do you think so? Because you were stronger than the Moon you just tried to abuse? Or were you comparing Headmistresses? Because you would have to make a change in your ranking. </dee></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Violet objects, frowning. Still, she takes a few steps back. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel's smile becomes a little more lusty. Her eyes slightly squinted and very slightly biting her lower lip, she is quite pleased that Violet is dragging things out. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dee1.jpg"><b><dee> You may not be breaking any rules in your Dormitory. But from now on, you can't do as you please inside Moon Dormitory. I'll talk to your Headmistress about it.
Since it's a change of behavior within my Dormitory, it's more of a notice than a discussion. Now either get out of this yard or face your first punishment here! I don't even want to hear a word! </dee></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Before Violet can finish, she falls to the ground on her back. The last thing she saw before fainting were cruel and hungry eyes, looking at her with great expectancy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Violet is lying on her back on the ground like a corpse. Chanel, with her hand on her chest, watches what is happening with great pride. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Dee takes slow steps to Violet's side and removes a few stones from under her and puts her in a more comfortable position. Then she turns towards the disorganized crowd watching her from afar. Her gaze is much sharper, her expression much more assertive.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/dee1.jpg"><b><dee>She's fine! She'll only be our guest for a few hours. Nobody even touch her! We also have a small change! Making deals are forbidden inside the Moon Dormitory, especially with Saturns! If you have such a desire, you can go to their Dormitory and do whatever you want.
But this is your safe space from now on! If you run into any problems, don't hesitate to give Headmistress Dee's name! Saturn Dormitory is already helping us on that matter. We will also follow up on this open wound! Be worthy members of Moon Dormitory, all of you! I'm on your side! </dee></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Okay, let's see! I'll be conducting the first inspection then! Nobody move from where you are! I'm the second name of this place, Chanel! Everyone except the Moons, raise your hands! It will be much worse if your lie is caught. If you are willing to take that risk, you can keep your hand down. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel lets out a sigh of disappointment. She questions the other raised hands, but none of them are Saturn. Still, she's pushing them, but they all seem to be clean. Meanwhile, she looks at the sign of everyone she passes by. After finishing everyone, she speaks, her shoulders slumped, her mood is low. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Chanel smiles. You almost have to run to keep up with her big strides. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>You don't need to know anything. We won't even go inside the Dormitory. Approach a Saturn in the yard and tell her you want to make a deal. Then lure her to the Moon Dormitory. They're ready to do anything until you make the deal. I'll take over from there. </chanel></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>If Headmistress Dee gets mad, she's gonna be mad at me. And I'm not putting you in danger, since I'll be watching you. I would rather fight every Saturn than harm a young Moon anyway. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With Chanel, you pass through the Saturn barrier. It is clear that she is serious about what she just said. She has no intention of putting you in danger. And you're not so opposed to the idea of a fair bit of injustice to a deserving Saturn. Everything has its price. Choosing a Succubus that feels neither too strong nor too weak seems to make the most sense. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel gives you an encouraging pat on the back and moves a little away. You are looking around. A Succubus standing alone, and not too weak, would be great. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Someone catches your eye immediately. She's wearing only a red bra and shorts underneath. She's got what you would call a muscular body. She's alone, watching the flowers. You start to approach her.
As you get closer, you can feel that the Lust energy is quite intense. Maybe it's a little stronger than you planned, but that's okay. It just means she deserves more consequences.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When she notices you, she turns to you and smiles sweetly. Just that smile makes you want to choose someone else. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Looks like you'd better pick someone else. But Chanel said they acted differently at first. Is she already trying to manipulate you? While you think, she speaks again.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't even have to get into her mind. Just the vibe she gives you is enough to not choose her. You walk away from her, a little unsure of what to do. You don't feel like making any explanation.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Kira gently catches your wrist. Immediately afterwards, she timidly lets go of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Lucky for you, you got the kindest Saturn in the world. Kira is standing a little away from you, with a shy smile. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're standing with her since she asked you to. When you look around, you notice Chanel. She is behind a bush, gesturing, probably trying to tell you to hurry up. You give up and turn to Kira. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kira gasps deeply, her eyes wide open in astonishment. Suddenly she takes your hands in hers. She has a hopeful smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Yes! Let's do it! Please let's do it! I've never done it before and because of a recent incident I am being made fun of. Please help me break this image! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wish she was lying, but she's telling the truth. You ran into a Saturn that's never even done a deal before. By the way, you still don't know exactly what a deal is. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kira's smile grows wider. She takes you by the hand and you start walking with her in the direction of Moon Dormitory. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kira is walking beside you, looking pretty excited. You made a small plan in your mind. Chanel will say that the deals are now off limits. You will make sure that Chanel doesn't punish her. When Kira returns to her Dormitory, you will explain to Chanel what happened and ask her to try it again with another Moon student. You don't want to lure such an innocent Succubus into a trap. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> What are your likes? I would like to build a schedule accordingly. I'm not really experienced at this. But there's a first time for everything, right? </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The more she talks, the worse you feel. You hope you can protect her from Chanel. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Not much of a talker, I guess. It's okay. We can get to know each other over time. </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're entering the borders of Moon Dormitory. To get through the barrier, Kira requires your help. Maybe you should have explained it to her and found someone else. You enter the yard with doubts in your mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You notice Chanel approaching with big strides. With a figure considerably taller than both of you, she puts her hand on her waist and asks. Her voice is quite serious. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You would expect things to unfold a little more naturally, but Chanel chose to enter directly in the middle. Kira turns to Chanel with a big smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Hello!!! We'll make a deal! If you would like to attend as a witness, please welcome, Mistress! Nothing is outside the rules! Isn't that awesome! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel keeps her serious tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel> It is no longer allowed to make deals inside Moon Dormitory.</chanel></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Oh! All right, then. We can do it somewhere else. </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kira's smile completely fades. She raises her hands in the air as if to show she is innocent. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You were about to support Kira and get her out of this, but after what you felt, you couldn't speak. She just lied! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kira turns to you for your help. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> This seems to be true. She really hasn't made a deal before. Then she turns back to Chanel.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> And I have no intention of abusing a deal. I can't do that to anyone! I can't hurt someone intentionally!</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're so confused. It's not a complete lie, but it's not true either. Chanel looks at Kira with a slightly bored expression. It is clear that what she says doesn't mean anything. Kira's panic is growing. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> We haven't made a deal yet! And this offer didn't even come from me! She wanted to do it! Please just let me go Mistress!</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel is getting a few steps closer. Her eyes are wide open, speaks in a tone of suppressed anger. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>I won't repeat myself! You're coming with me! Attempting a deal is enough for punishment! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then Chanel slowly turns her head and looks towards the Dormitory. But she doesn't see a Dee watching them from the window. You can clearly see how worried Kira is. A lot of that worry comes from the fact that she thinks she has been caught red-handed. This adds to your indecision. She takes a few reluctant steps, slowly turning to you one last time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can't answer this sudden question. Chanel intervenes in a calm voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>No, she didn't do anything. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she heads back to the Dormitory with anxious steps. She seems genuinely convinced that you didn't set her up. Chanel nods slowly to you and she and Kira start walking into the Dormitory. You feel overwhelmed. You're not sure if you've done something good or bad. Still, you're glad it's over. You head back to your room, feeling a little sweaty. </n3></b>
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Chanel's been with Kira in her room for a few minutes and she's already exhausted. Kira has been crying for four minutes, after about a minute of the same type of explanations, unable to hold back her tears. Chanel's enthusiasm has long gone, and she sits at her desk, staring blankly at the floor.
She assumed that she would encounter a Saturn that would oppose her, even insult her and then all the Moons as they went along. But this loser just cries and apologizes. Unable to bear it any longer, she slowly raises her hand.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Okay... All right, You'll leave without any punishment. Please calm down now. Or I'll strangle myself. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kira looks up with great hope on her face. Before she can say anything, Chanel speaks again. With one hand on her forehead, she stares at the floor, while with the other she waves her hand as if to shoo Kira away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Just leave! You make me sick. Go continue your crying and begging elsewhere. I never thought I'd be this disgusted by a begging. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kira heads for the door but does not leave... Or she cannot. The sincere disgust in Chanel's voice affected her greatly. She gathers her courage and turns back.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1> Please teach me!</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel looks up. There is a slight look of confusion on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Teach what? </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kira can't answer right away as she talked without thinking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Uhh... To be like you! Respected! Maybe even feared! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel leans back. she can guess what's behind Kira's desire. She was in that same situation herself. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>I can't teach you anything. We're already struggling with the Saturns. If you really want to learn, find a Saturn to help you. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kira moves a few steps closer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>It doesn't matter to me. Saturns are the real trouble for me too. I'm constantly mocked and not even taken seriously. After my last incident... I'm not even sure I have a place there anymore.
I can even help you, Mistress! I can lure a Saturn here and convince her to make a deal. They'll believe me if I tell them a Moon won't accept me and wants a real strong Saturn. Or I don't know... I can transfer to another Dormitory if possible. Please either get me out of there, or help me get into a shape where I can live there! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Although she doesn't show it from the outside, Chanel is deeply touched by this call for help.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Have a seat. It seems I need to give you a little clarification. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kira sits down, expecting a long and humiliating scolding. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>What you are asking for is not mercy, but a call for development and evolvement. You do realize that, right? It is a much more difficult process than what you are going through right now. If you get through it successfully, it's a certainty that you will make a positive change. But if you don't, you will definitely suffer irreversible trauma. I am not merciful! I repeat that you are asking for help from the wrong one! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Kira can only focus on one thing that she has realized. She did not reject her! </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira1.jpg"><b><kira1>Yes I understand, please! Teach me to be like you Mistress. I want to be a Dominatrix! </kira1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>Besides the fact that I won't teach you exactly that, no true Dominatrix would call herself that. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kira nods with a serious expression on her face. She is already started to learn valuable things. Actually, she can hardly stand still from excitement, but she holds herself back to avoid getting scolded.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>There are things we have to settle beforehand. My approach of teaching may be a little unusual. First you have to toughen up. This requires a direct approach, considerable pain and lots of pleasure. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Chanel starts asking her questions. It's all about her personal tastes. Kira can give a precise answer to almost none of them. She doesn't even know her favorite position or where she enjoys having an orgasm the most. After several minutes of receiving no decent answer, Chanel decides to stop asking any more questions. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel1.jpg"><b><chanel>You don't really know anything about yourself. Of course you can't make a presence! For a Succubus, these are the essential elements of identity! We'll have to take it from the beginning a little more than I expected.
Go back to the Dormitory for now. I need to think it over and figure out a proper road map. I'll get in touch with you in a few days. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Kira still can't believe it happened. She didn't think it would be accepted this quickly. And if she had to strive for acceptance, she is not sure how much she would have the will and strength to do so. She didn't sense anything like that, but the possibility that she was being made fun of still disturbs her secretly. She'll wait with great excitement for Chanel to contact her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You turn around and there's Kira. She looks at you with a confident smile on her face. You feel yourself tense up. Heat suddenly emerged on your sign and your energy shifted into a defensive mode. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You nod slowly, confirming her. You remember the last time you saw her, she was convinced that you didn't set her up. You don't know what happened to her and you can't predict her behavior. While thinking about maybe you need to get into her mind, Kira speaks in a calm voice with a warm smile. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your body, which had leaned forward a little without realizing it, straightens up. She wants to say thank you?</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2>Mistress Chanel told me what happened later. I know it was forced on you, but thank you for choosing me. Thanks to you, I was able to start my own evolvement journey. </kira2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't understand much of what she said, but you don't need to. You smile and accept her gratitude. She's emitting a far more chaotic energy than the first time you saw her. Not a big change, but definitely a change. And the biggest one is in her overall body language and gestures.
A more excited smile appears on Kira's face and she holds out her hand. She seems to want to handshake with you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2>Oh! I can't resist. Give me a hug! </kira2></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As you raise your hand to shake hers, Kira opens her arms and gives you an affectionate hug, leaning her body weight on you. First your vision blurs, then it fades completely. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are in her mind. First, you see her conversations with Chanel after you left. Chanel really contacted Kira a few days later. And even in this short period of time, they had a few sessions. Probably the first of these, starts to flow from Kira's mind into yours. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Kira's thoughts and feelings are as vivid as if they were yours. It's like you're having a realistic dream. But you will only realize your own consciousness after this dream is over...
You are tied up in a dungeon-like place. Mistress Chanel actually reached out to you and after a conversation about the risks, she put a handkerchief over your face and then darkness... </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> I've warned you many times. My way of teaching is not traditional. You don't have to be afraid. We're here with you until I finish what I want to deliver. First question! Do you like pain?</chanel></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1>No Mistress... I don't like pain. </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel brings the device closer to your shoulder. The touch hurts and tickles at the same time. You feel pain, but after a few seconds you realize the smile that mingles with your whimpers. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>Do you know what is the most fundamental thing that drives us? It's not pleasure, not pain, not joy. The answer is, stimulation! And the way a stimulation is perceived can be manipulated to a great extent.
If I expose you to pain while giving you pleasure in a way you are used to, the first seeds of this association are planted deep in your brain. But don't worry. Enjoying pain won't make you any weaker. How you are perceived from the outside is quite independent of your tastes. And I won't try to make you my slave or anything. I'll just lead you through exploring your pages. Still, I think you'll find my touch special. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel this device in more sensitive parts of your body. First on your belly, then on your legs. That stinging tickle again squeezes a big grin between your moans. As Chanel keeps talking, your body continues to writhe under the effect of this constant electricity. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>They don't respect you. Have you really thought about why? Because you don't act accordingly. You're not emitting the energy for it. And remember. You can be respected regardless of your tastes. One of my most respected Succubus is a painslut. Do you know what a painslut is? </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Chanel starts rubbing the device on your ass. And you can feel the effect on your pussy, albeit mildly. The places she just touched also tingle slightly and burn slightly every time your ass tightens with a stinging sensation. You can feel it spreading throughout your body.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> A painslut is someone who can ejaculate without any stimulus other than pain. And if you think they are easy to deal with, you are wrong. It takes true ingenuity to keep up with a real one. But for you, this knowledge is too early. Let's get back to basics.</chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She suddenly pulls the device away from your body. Your vision is slightly blurred and you feel very strange. You're not close to ejaculation, but you're not very far away. Your whole body tingles. Suddenly you feel a warm wetness on your lips. Chanel kisses you passionately.
Before you know it, your lips are trying to adapt to it. Just as you're about to engage in this kiss, Chanel moves her face. You open your eyes when you notice that her lips have abandoned yours. You're not satisfied yet. You want to keep kissing those lips. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>The most basic thing you can use. Push and pull. From the movement of your lips, it's obvious that you're disappointed. I gave you a little. Now you want more. And for that, this time you are ready to do something. Close your eyes and you'll feel my lips again. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are briefly shocked by a strong slap to the face. Your head is thrown to the other side and there is an increasing burning sensation on your cheek. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel wraps her arms around your body in an affectionate way. Then she places small kisses on your lips, while gently caressing the cheek she just slapped. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>Add some spice around your promised rewards. My slap on your cheek mingles with these kisses. You have to impose your tastes on the opposite. But slowly and sincerely. My kisses are as merciful and loving as my slaps are violent and merciless. A weak slap, followed by me wrapping around your body with stumpy movements, will have much less effect. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>In fact, your body ignores the fact that you've just been slapped. Your only focus is Chanel's huge body enveloping your body and her lips kissing yours. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel picks up the device again and leans slightly. You can clearly see what her target is. Your nipples are her target! The buzzing, which is slowly approaching your exposed nipples, makes your heart race. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly you scream with a very sharp pain. Your arms and body are trying to break free from their restraints. It's really intense! Chanel pulls the device from your nipple with a sadist smile on her face.
You notice the weakness in your legs. What you were screaming with all your might for to be over just a moment ago now feels like an absence. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You speak in panic. This strange tickling that has taken over your whole body has become much more pleasurable. You don't want to lose it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You couldn't dare to finish your words. As Chanel walks to your other side and gently adjusts your hair, you feel that pleasure-filled pain in your other nipple again. This time it was much shorter and you could focus on the pleasure in the pain. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Chanel plays with your hair, she begins to speak in a soft voice. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You scream again with the pain in your nipple. But this was almost entirely a cry of pleasure. And you can't help the big smile on your face. </n3>
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<b><n3>Chanel continues to shock your nipple with short strokes. You'd expect her words to have the opposite effect, but she's actually being much more gentle. What really makes you feel good is her hand through your hair. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>You have really beautiful hair. Don't be afraid to voice your wishes. You will speak with a willingness to face the consequences. If you say something, you will stand by it. Above all, you will respect yourself. Now show me your beautiful neck. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This order tickles your insides.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After these words that care about you, you follow what Chanel says without questioning it for a second. If pain comes from her, you can bear it. The stinging pain runs from your neck to your shoulder. That felt a lot different. There was more pain than pleasure this time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel puts her hand on your head and caresses it gently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a deep breath. This time you say what you think. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1>Still a bit overwhelming, Mistress. But I'm feeling better. </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The satisfied smile on Chanel's face soothes you too. She approaches slowly and places a kiss on your lips.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel wastes no time, approaching your face again. You scream with pain in your cheek. You keep your eyes closed to stay calm. And when it reaches your throat, your breath cuts off. The pain you feel is not that intense. But your instincts alert you as if your life is in danger. You're having a hard time. The main thing you hold on to is Chanel's hand, which rests on your head and occasionally plays with your hair. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>You don't have to make this association only between pain and pleasure. You can also make someone attached to you by humiliating them.
But I saw clearly in my room that you're not the type who likes to be degraded. Maybe in the future you will be able to purge your ego enough to enjoy it. It would be better if I teach it to you over someone who already enjoys it. Now stick your tongue out! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are opening your mouth nervously. Slowly approaching your wet tongue, the device suddenly buzzes on it with electricity. Again, more than the pain it causes you, it is the fear it creates that challenges you. You feel Chanel's hot breath in your ear. She whispers softly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel><i>What really turns me on is the desperation I cause the other side to feel. Their begging, and their struggling with all their might not to beg... Both are separate delights. I fucking love it! Especially those who pretend to be tough. I love breaking them.</i>
And you don't even realize how little I'm putting you through. The more time passes, the more I have to restrain myself not to make you cry in despair. So we need to bring this session to a close slowly. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Your body's tightening up. You have to show appreciation the mercy she's bestowing. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1>I apologize for the trouble I've caused, Mistress! Thank you! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Chanel smiles as she pats you on the cheek. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel the stinging electricity on your nipples again. You can see in her gestures and expressions that Chanel is getting more and more horny. The kindness she just demonstrated isn't there right now. Luckily you don't need it as much as you used to. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>You need to discover yourself. Just because you like to be dominant in one area does not mean you will be in another. When you know what you like to do to others and what you like to be done to you, you can decide the paths you can pursue.
It's also important not to lose yourself in pleasure. But it's not something you have to worry about when I'm here... Oh! I can't wait to touch myself later thinking about your screams. Maybe I can even make you beg a little. Anyway, now let's get serious. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She rubs her fingers on your crotch and your pussy. Then she gets up and sticks her wet fingers into your mouth. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1> Yes Mistress! I'm listening. Thank you!</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You feel the stinging sensation in your groin. As you're thinking it's quite intense, suddenly you feel it in your inner thigh. It hurts much more this time. With every touch, your legs spasm and a pain spreads through your body that leaves you vulnerable.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel Chanel's hand in your pussy. Fear and anxiety fill you as you realize what is about to happen next. Before you can say anything, you scream with a sharp pain. And again, and then again. Even if they are brief touches, your whole body is contracting each time. You are out of breath and after each shock you feel the strength in your legs diminishing. After ten seconds that feel like forever, you notice Chanel standing up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>Your endurance is terrible. Even though I didn't stimulate your pussy, you're screaming for your life. If I were only torturing you, I'd be drooling with joy. But as my disciple, your endurance doesn't pass muster. Then let's follow a different path. Wait for me quietly. I'll be back soon. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She approaches you for a kiss on the lips. Very relieved, you close your eyes and stretch out your lips. But suddenly, you scream with pain in your crotch. Chanel slapped your pussy quite violently. She lets out a goddess-like laugh and walks away with the sound of her heels echoing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Shortly after, Chanel arrives with a vibrator in her hand. Then she attaches it to a metal rod standing with an angle. The vibrator lands right in your pussy. The vibrations start and a big smile forms on your face. After all the pain, it feels so good. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel a very sudden pain on your left side. But before your scream ends, the pain subsides. You felt as if you had been stabbed by a sharp needle, but it was strange how quickly the pain passed. You open your eyes and notice the red stick like things in Chanel's two hands. You don't know if they have a name. You think you've been electrocuted again, but this felt quite different. While you're thinking about it, your vibrating pussy steals your attention. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>You have to torture the other side, knowing your and her limits. You shouldn't do something that will affect her for more than a few days. Especially in a consensual session. It's all for satisfaction. In the case of serious punishment, these things can change a bit. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>This time she electrocutes your other side. As your high-pitched scream echoes, Chanel watches you with narrowed, delighted eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>Now I will give you your first task. Find someone! Find someone with whom you can discover yourself and truly embark upon your journey. I don't care how you find it! Maybe by trial and error. Maybe with a few embarrassing moments. Just like everybody else.
I don't mind how long it takes, as long as you try. Their sign does not matter. You can give it a try wherever you want. I have more to say on this subject, but I'm at the end of my patience. I want to make you writhe in agony of pleasure! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You heard and understood what Chanel said. But you're in no position to worry about that right now. You're getting close to an orgasm. Intense stinging sensation in your left arm again. You close your eyes in pain, but immediately open them again and look at Chanel. That expression on her face is just divine. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The red stick approaches your leg and slows down. After a short pause, your leg contracts with pain. Without waiting, your thigh, then your back, then your other leg. You are on a roller coaster of sensation that you have no control over. </n3></b>
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<div class="ChanelLeft"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>How does your pussy feel? </chanel></b></div>\
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<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1>It-it feels amazing, Mistress! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at you with mean eyes. The fact that she doesn't seem to care an ounce about how you are feeling drives you crazy. A few more times the red stick zaps your body. These intense pokes don't feel exactly like pain anymore. Not like pleasure, but not like pain either. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Chanel now electrocutes your body every few seconds. The best word to summarize what you're feeling is "overwhelming". </n3></b>
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<div class="ChanelLeft"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> You'll ask my permission before you cum! But don't cum too soon... Give me a little more time to play.</chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your screams override all the sounds in the room. There's something to shriek about every second. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Chanel approaches your body and starts rubbing the cold stick against your nipple. You know the pain will come. But the way she teases you hits you harder than you expect. Rubbing back and forth, it speeds up your breathing. Brings your impending orgasm closer. </n3></b>
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<div class="ChanelLeft"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>While your pussy is so sensitive, how's your nipple? Can it handle my little gift? </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The electricity bursting in your nipple impacts your whole body. As your head hangs forward, perhaps slowly drifting into a state of unconsciousness, you sober up as Chanel continues to shock you. But you realize something. You're about to cum!</n3></b>
[[Start Begging!|kira14]]
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<b><n3>You can hardly control yourself. Your body wants to unleash completely and cum like crazy. Wasting no time, you start begging. </n3></b>
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<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1> Can I cum? Mistress I'm about to cum! Please! Can I cum?</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Chanel looks at you with a cruel grin. Then she speaks in a careless tone. </n3></b>
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<div class="ChanelRight"><b>Chanel</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>You want to cum? Okay, you can. Do it! </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You didn't expect instant permission. You stop holding yourself and give yourself completely to the vibration. But at the moment of orgasm, something else envelops your body that competes with the intensity of this sensation. Chanel is in full speed, moving the red sticks around her body. Pain and pleasure blend into each other. You're not even conscious enough to comprehend what you're experiencing.
But you realize something. Your orgasm is still lasting. Every time Chanel electrocutes you, it lasts a few seconds longer. You are in no condition to see Chanel's face, but you are sure she is wearing that beautiful, mean smile.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Now it feels like those sticks are bringing you pleasure. With every stinging sensation, your whole body tingles and the dominant thing you feel is pleasure! Chanel is shouting something, but you can't even understand her. Still, it feels good to hear her voice. </n3></b>
[[Continue|kira15]]
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<b><n3>Your body, which has been constantly stimulated for a long time, is finally starting to calm down. You only realize after a while that the vibrator underneath is still on. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>There is only one thing left to do. First, let's get this vibrator out of the way. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You immediately understand what she means. You are struggling in fear with difficulty. Chanel turns off the vibrator and pulls the metal rod aside. Your extremely sensitive pussy is completely up to her mercy. </n3></b>
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<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1> No no no no Mistress please no! Please don't do it Mistress please! </kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>If Chanel moves a few inches closer, you will experience perhaps the most intense pain of the day. And you feel like you can't handle it. Chanel's glancing at your pussy and then at you. She has a curious look on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel> So you don't want me to shock your pussy?</chanel></b></div>\
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<div class="KiraRight"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira3.jpg"><b><kira1> No Mistress! Please don't!</kira1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You repeat these same few words like crazy. You don't really want it. </n3></b>
[[Cruel Electric Shocks|kira16]]
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<b><n3> Chanel decides to give up on shocking your pussy and punishes your body by using both sticks at the same time. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/chanel2.jpg"><b><chanel>If you don't want your pussy shocked, you'll be paying for that later. That's enough for today. </chanel></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Finally she stops shocking you and walks away with her goddess-like laughter.</n3></b>
[[Someone's Pinching You|kira17]]
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<b><n3>Suddenly you're out of her mind. And now you realize that you were in her mind. Kira pinched your waist when she hugged you. And because you were in her mind, you know the reason for it.
She did it to understand your relationship with pain. Chanel didn't give her any method. So she's just trying to take every opportunity she can. That sounds pretty clumsy to you. But since you know the reason behind it, you can use it to your advantage. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see Kira looking at you very carefully. She speaks in a phony tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2>Oh! I'm so sorry. I accidentally pinched you. Lost my balance for a moment. </kira2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The answer you give here will affect your relationship with Kira in the future. You may lead her to consider you as a candidate in this new journey she has just begun. </n3></b>
[[💋 It's Okay... Actually Kinda Felt Good|kira18(pain1)]]
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<b><n3>You can see that Kira is shocked for a second. Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips shut. Then, anxious and excited, she scratches her head and takes a few steps away. </n3></b>
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<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2>Well... I'm here to see Mistress Chanel. I shouldn't keep her waiting any longer. It's nice to see you. Bye-bye. </kira2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As soon as she finishes, she runs away excitedly and disappears from your sight. You exhale deeply. Kira's memories have affected and aroused you. You can feel your desire for Chanel's body increasing.
When you feel your cheeks starting to redden, you think maybe you should go back to your room and relieve yourself. There's also a strange thrill in knowing that Kira will probably contact you in the near future. </n3></b>
<h1><cap>End Of The Moon Dormitory For v0.7 </cap></h1>
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<b><n3>Kira takes a few steps slowly with a smile. </n3></b>
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<div class="KiraLeft"><b>Kira</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/kira2.jpg"><b><kira2>I shouldn't keep Mistress Chanel waiting any longer. Thanks again. </kira2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She walks away with quick steps. You exhale deeply. Kira's memories have affected and aroused you. You can feel your desire for Chanel's body increasing. When you feel your cheeks starting to redden, you think maybe you should go back to your room and relieve yourself. </n3></b>
<h1><cap>End Of The Moon Dormitory For v0.7 </cap></h1>
[[Return|☾ Moon Dormitory]]
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<b><n3>After the first visit to the Venus Dormitory, you saw something you shouldn't have seen and ran away. But then some things you heard made you want to visit again. </n3></b>
[[Take A Look Around|peta1]]
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<b><n3>After the first interaction with Peta, you couldn't suppress your curiosity and shifting feelings. You came back to the Venus Dormitory for more. </n3></b>
[[There Is a Small Crowd In The Distance|confess1]]
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<center><b><ange1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</ange1></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a> <a data-passage="mainCampus"><img src="img/places/menu/campus2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%" ></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You're standing in front of the Venus Dormitory barrier. There is moss everywhere and it looks very poorly maintained. There is an opening in the barrier, like a door. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[You See A Crowd|bigsecret1]]</n3></b>
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<center><b><abella>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</abella></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a> <a data-passage="mainCampus"><img src="img/places/menu/campus2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%" ></a><a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a></center><center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>You see a crowd in front of the Venus barrier. When you get a little closer, you see that this is not a disorganized crowd. In front of the barrier, two Succubus, who you guess are Venus, are standing and helping everyone in line to pass through. There must be some kind of special event inside. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you are watching from a little distance, you see someone approaching. She has a really beautiful smile. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Oh you don't need to watch from afar. This is for everyone. Our Headmistress will be giving a speech. It's not something that will take much of your time. Won't you like to witness the debut times of the most popular Headmistress of the future?"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her expression gets a little more serious. She still looks gorgeous. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"And you'll learn a lot, too. The future of Umesatraa Academy depends on such idealists. Regardless of your sign, please consider here as your Dormitory too! We would be really happy if you participate!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She puts on her charming smile again and bows her head. Then she leaves to give a similar speech to the other Succubuses nearby.
You remember hearing that the previous Headmistress was a very strict Succubus. There was even a time when no one who wasn't Venus was allowed through the barrier. That's why Mars and Venus were known for their isolated Dormitories. Yet Mars has always been and remains more isolated.
You think it wouldn't hurt to take a look inside and you get in line.</n3></b>
[[Continue|bigsecret2]]
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<b><n3>The Succubuses at the entrance of the barrier seem very friendly and helpful. The line moves very fast, but the length of the line keeps increasing. When you come through the barrier, you're dazzled. It's a huge yard with nothing to do with the outside! Flower gardens as far as the eye can see and even a pond. You walk through a colorful tulip garden to the Venus Dormitory.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Venus Dormitory is the biggest dorm you've ever seen. It looks like it's at least four times the size of the Newcomers Dormitory. All the Succubus in the line are looking around as mesmerized as you are. </n3></b>
[[Enter The Venus Dormitory|bigsecret3]]
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<b><n3>It is very crowded inside, but still only half of the entrance is filled. It looks like there is still some time until the speech starts. You see a small stage at a little distance from you. It looks like the Headmistress is going to give her speech there. You realize that you don't know what her speech will be about. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You look around and there are Succubuses with huge hips in front of all the doors and stairs. Consider this place your home, but stay where they like.
You look around in case you find a familiar face. Suddenly, you feel a pain in your chest. </n3></b>
[[Continue|bigsecret4]]
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<b><n3>You put your hand on your chest and drop to your knees. It's not pain. More like the most overwhelming feeling you've ever felt and it's calling you. Something needs you. You feel it in your entire being. You stand up and let your feet guide you. You walk to the nearest staircase. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you're going up the stairs, two Succubus get in front of you. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Sorry! You're not allowed to leave the entrance. But we can make an exception for you." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> One of them turns around and lowers her panties a bit. The other one is talking while shaking this huge ass. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"If you want to get through, you'll have to use your tongue until we're both satisfied." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You don't have time to waste with these two knuckleheads. The only thing on your mind is to reach the voice calling you. You look around. If you have no other way, you're going to crush them to continue.
You see another Succubus in front of a staircase not far away. Someone approaches and whispers a few words in her ear and they hurry up the stairs together. With quick but calm steps you start to move there. The Succubus in front of you is trying to tease you, but you don't even hear her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Shortly after, they forget about you and continue to try the same tactic on other Succubuses. </n3></b>
[[Continue|bigsecret5]]
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<b><n3>You go upstairs without a problem and continue walking your way. There's no one around and it's very quiet. The only sound you hear is a sniffle in the distance. The corridor splits left and right in front of you. The calling is to your right, you can feel it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you get closer, you realize that there is an uneasiness inside you. Is this call not for you? Was it just an empty hook and you got caught because you were nearest? You stop yourself before you turn right in the corridor. This call is not for you.
You poke your head out and you see the Succubus in front of the staircase and the one who called her standing in front of something. You can't see what that is. Right next to you, you see a strange statue where you can hide. </n3></b>
[[Continue|bigsecret6]]
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<b><n3> As you try to figure out what's going on, you see a blonde Succubus on the other end. She's wearing a sexy leather dress. She shouts in a harsh tone.</n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1>What the hell are you doing here? Return to your assigned places! It's a mess down there! </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> They look at the blonde Succubus as if they didn't hear her. You don't know how their faces look, but the blonde Succubus' face is filling with concern.</n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>???</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1>What's going on? Why are you standing so close? </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>wo Succubus slowly back away. There's someone on the floor. </n3></b>
[[Try To See Who That Is|bigsecret7]]
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<b><n3>There is a figure slumped on the floor, looks unconscious. Her eyes are glazed, her face and mouth are covered in saliva. This is the Headmistress of the Venus Dormitory, Abella! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The blonde Succubus freaks out when she sees that, but she tries to hide it. She gestures to the two Succubus standing in front of Abella to leave. The two Succubus hurry back the way they came. The statue is so big that when you enter one of its cavities, you can't be seen from the outside at all. The duo walks past you.</n3></b>
[[Continue|bigsecret8]]
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<b><n3> When she is alone, she rushes to Abella and tries to wake her up by gently shaking her by the shoulders. </n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1>Abella! Abella!!! You need to wake up! </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A weak voice is heard from the body that shakes like an empty shell. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella0.jpg"><b><abella><font size = 3>AJ? </font></abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>AJ smiles with hope. </n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> Yes, it's me! AJ! Why didn't you call me?</aj1></b></div>\
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<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella0.jpg"><b><abella><font size = 3>I did... </font></abella></b></div>\
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1>How do you feel? </aj1></b></div>\
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<div class="AbellaRight"><b>Abella</b></div>
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<b><n3>AJ gets to her feet, her face wrinkled with worry. In a short time, this expression turns to fear, which turns to terror. Just seeing this expression makes you very uncomfortable. She must be in a state of intense anxiety right now. She speaks out of breath with her voice cracking. You can't tell if she's talking to Abella or to herself. </n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> Not now! You have a speech to give. What do we do? I mean, if someone sees us. What if she sees us!!! </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're watching through a small gap where she can't see you. But she's spinning around like a paranoid and taking sharp breaths. She seems to be having a panic attack. Finally she pulls herself together and crouches at Abella's eye level. Her hands are shaking like crazy. She grabs Abella's head and slowly rotates it towards her. </n3></b>
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<div class="AjLeft"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1>Look at me! Abella, you are the Headmistress of the Venus Dormitory! You're not a fraud! There are thousands of Succubus down there waiting to see you!
They are waiting for what will come out of your mouth. You're a wonderful Headmistress! You can't abandon us, please! You're the Headmistress!!! </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks at Abella with tears in her eyes. She continues to breathe in short gasps. With her mouth and eyes open, she searches for even the slightest change in Abella's expression. Abella's lips move slowly. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
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<b><n3>Aj slowly releases the face between her hands. She sits next to Abella with dropped shoulders. She pulls her knees and cradles her head in her arms. As Abella lies dead next to her, she starts to cry loudly. You can feel the fear in her cry. She seems so afraid that someone will find out what is happening now.
AJ's sobbing echoes through the huge corridor. Abella's head tilts forward and then slowly starts to spin. She looks around and sees AJ crying, huddled next to her. She's slowly starting to move. She puts on a thin blouse lying on the floor and stands up. Noticing movement around her, AJ lifts her head and sees Abella standing. After a laugh of relief, she gets emotional again and continues to cry. </n3></b>
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<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
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<b><n3>Abella's whole body language has changed. Just her posture alone radiates an overwhelming dominance. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella2.jpg"><b><abella>What do you mean by... Abella? </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Aj looks at Abella in surprise but quickly understands.</n3></b>
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<div class="AjRight"><b>AJ</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> I apologize... Welcome back, my Headmistress! </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Still sobbing, AJ wipes her tears and stands up in a panic.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella2.jpg"><b><abella>Get my outfit ready! We need to take this Dormitory to the glory it deserves. And bring the duo who saw me to my room! You sent them away without thinking. I hope you know there's a punishment for that. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>AJ listens with a smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/aj1.jpg"><b><aj1> Yes, I know. I'm so sorry Headmistress Abella! I accept any punishment you see fit. </aj1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|bigsecret10]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Abella chuckles lightly. She points her hand in the opposite direction of you. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella2.jpg"><b><abella>What are you waiting for? We have a superstar to dethrone. We need to work very hard. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>AJ clasps her hands together with happiness. After bowing respectfully, she rushes out of view.
You didn't realize it until now, but you've been holding your breath for a while. Again, without realizing it, you have perfectly concealed your Lust. But the moment you realize these things, both of these things slip out of your control. You recover quickly and look through the hole again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> When you look into the little hole where you watch everything that happens, you see Abella facing towards you. First you're not sure if she's looking at you. But yes, she's looking exactly where you are.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You freeze where you are. Abella looks at you for a few seconds and then turns away. She walks in the direction AJ went and gets out of sight.
You wait a little longer where you are. You know that the Succubus guarding the staircase you went up will be summoned by AJ. You move to a place where you can see the staircase and wait for a while. After a short while, the Succubus guarding the ladder is taken away by some other Succubuses. You take advantage of this opening and go down immediately,
but when you do, you realize that you shouldn't have worried that much. Because the huge entrance is almost completely full. Some of the sides are completely full and the second floor is being opened. You're curious about the speech, but you've seen more than enough. And this suffocating crowd is not what you want right now. You can get yourself out with some effort. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><cap><font size = 6>(Peta Gartz is a co-creation based on the commission of an Absolute-Moon tier supporter on Patreon. I sincerely thank for this huge support!)</font></cap></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter the huge entrance area of the Venus Dormitory. You were a little hesitant to visit here after what happened on your last visit but you kept hearing stories about how glorious and amazing the speech you missed was. Which is a misleading thing to call a speech. It was like a grand presentation. Presentation of the roadmap of how Venus Dormitory will move forward and grow together with everyone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>That's perhaps the biggest reason that drew you to come here. After expelling the former and elder team, there were rumors that Abella was going to assemble a superstar team. And in the presentation you missed, some of this team was introduced. In this team, which is still being assembled, one name among those announced caught your attention. Peta Gartz! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You approach one of the countless tables placed at the entrance. Each of these tables has different kinds of snacks and drinks. As you snack on these luxurious looking bites, you look around. Anywhere else, it would seem crowded, but here it feels like there are only a few around.
You're hoping to see Peta, but there's a big problem. You don't even know how she looks. She's a Succubus whose name you've heard in almost every history lesson since you came to this academy. You only know that she's a Mars and she's the Succubus who ended the biggest and last war with humans in the past. Not because she was so powerful, but because she was so fair. As the only name with the absolute trust of both sides, she convinced them to come to a compromise. But in the process, humans and especially their entertainment industry attracted her interest so much that she gradually distanced herself from the Succubus environment. Perhaps your knowledge of her is not that little.
It is rumored that in the past, she was offered many offers, big and small, but she turned them down all of them. You really wonder how Abella was able to recruit someone like that. You start to look around with a delicious snack you don't know the name of. You hadn't had a chance to explore this place on your previous visit. There are paintings and sculptures everywhere. Probably each one of them is very valuable and deserves to be studied for hours by educated eyes. The previous headmistress must have been into that kind of stuff.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you walk with your head turned to the right, examining the works of art next to you, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a figure. The moment you turn your head, you hit this figure in front of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The figure you bumped into is much stronger and taller than you. As you lose your balance and fall backwards, she grabs you by one arm and she's strong enough to easily balance your weight. You feel relieved when you sense that you won't fall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes and find yourself in a large house. There's a lot of sunlight shining in. You see Abella, Headmistress of Venus Dormitory. She seems to be in a very good mood.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't know what to do when she suddenly speaks but not long after, another voice answers from your behind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you turn around, you see a smiling Succubus you've never seen before. She looks like a goddess in a mesh body dress that hugs her flawless body with the heels that completes it all. She speaks with a very proper diction. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta1.jpg"><b><peta>Nice to meet you, too! And you're not interfering with my work. You can even be a witness if you want. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella smiles approvingly and this goddess-like Succubus opens a door and invites Abella in. Abella walks in with confident and excited steps. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's a small room with little sunlight. There is a table in the center with a few chairs on either side. Looks like a stuffy interrogation room, lit by a bare light bulb in the ceiling. Abella sits slowly in a chair in the corner of the room and starts looking at the tied-up Succubus sitting in the center of the room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The goddess-looking, removes the gag of this bound Succubus and sits in front of her. She speaks with a very serious expression and voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>They sent you to me as a last resort. You're really resilient one. I'm Peta and I've been asked to learn one simple thing from you. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You get excited. Is that really Peta Gartz? You were thinking about how Abella transferred her and you bumped into someone. Are you witnessing this memory because you were touched by a mind with this knowledge? Was it Peta you bumped into?
These excited thoughts of yours get interrupted by the coughs of the bound Succubus. Her throat must be in terrible condition. Even by the sound of her cough you can tell how much pain she is in. Peta gets up sharply and leaves the room. The bound Succubus is startled by this sudden movement and almost falls off her chair. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a short while, Peta enters with a glass of water. Since her hands are tied, Peta helps her drink the water and sits in front of her again. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Peta</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>You know what we want to know. Is it really worth the suffering? We are closing this here today! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Slowly she starts to stretch her neck left and right. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The floor starts to ripple like a calm sea. Something pokes its head out. This is an... Orca? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The orca, with only its head out of the floor, opens its mouth and a high-pitched scream fills the room. This scream, which feels like it can't get any shriller, keeps getting shriller and shriller. Until it reaches a frequency that cannot be heard. Peta speaks in an ice-cold voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>Lying is no longer an option! If you do, the responsibility is all yours! Please, cooperate with me! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella moves restlessly in her seat. Yet there is no sign of discomfort on her face. She is watching what is happening with great interest. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>Where is she? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can see how stressed the bound Succubus is. Even though she doesn't realize it, her body trembles in fear.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After a moment of silence, she answers Peta's question in a hesitant voice. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"She's at the..." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She can't even finish her sentence. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Before she can finish her sentence, she screams in agony. Her face is completely contracted, and she seems to be in a very overwhelming suffering. Her scream is interrupted by muffled coughs. Peta speaks in a voice that shows she is not pleased with the situation. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>I didn't know you were going to lie... But you knew! There is no point in resisting anymore! Let's try it again! Where is she? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The bound Succubus answers breathlessly, seeming to have forgotten what has just happened. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She screams much louder than before. Her body must already be pretty battered and tired. She can't handle it anymore. Suddenly she falls to the ground with her whole body convulsing. Peta looks at the writhing Succubus on the ground, calmly rubbing her chin. She looks like she forgot Abella is there. After a few minutes of waiting, she slowly stands up and by grabbing one of the straps wrapped around her body, she puts her back in the chair. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Peta crosses her arms and speaks emotionlessly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta> Can you hear me?</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After this question, you notice the blood flowing from the ears of the bound Succubus. Looks like she can still hear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>Normally it would have taken a few more, but after two lies, your body is on the verge of giving up. Every word you say from now on is lethal! In fact, let's make sure this is your last chance... </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta raises both hands slightly above the shoulder level. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With Peta's movement, the blue, which is only on the floor, spreads throughout the room and the colors blend together into a surreal ambience. Then countless orcas appear gliding out from the floor, wall and ceiling floating calmly in the air. Because when an orca glides into a spot and then reappears from another one, it feels like an endless loop. An endless parade!</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>I don't know what you know about me, but I believe that some things can be sacrificed for a greater cause... And you're not a sacrifice to even consider! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The atmosphere is completely under Peta's control. The soft noises of orcas swimming around supports the opposite of the peaceful atmosphere it would normally emit. Peta brings her face as close as possible to the Succubus, who looks away from her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Abella is completely leaned back in the chair, watching what is happening. Her eyes are wide open and her lips are pressed together. She looks a bit like she's watching an action-thriller movie. The Succubus, with Peta's face right in front of her, looks on the verge of bursting into tears. You're following what's happening quite tensely. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>It looks like she cannot take it anymore. She inhales deeply through her nose and shouts with all the strength she has. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Immediately after shouting, she tilts her head a little and, with her eyes closed, waits for the agonizing wave of pain... But nothing seems to be happening. She slowly lifts her head and opens her eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>You're a victim, aren't you? Do they have your loved ones in their claws? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The bound Succubus keeps her head down, not answering. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>If you give even the slightest information, you will put their lives at risk. Maybe you're even under a Lust contract. I've seen cases like this before, but I've never seen someone as resilient as you. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A high-pitched cry fills the room again and soon becomes inaudible. Peta slams both hands hard on the table and moves closer to her again. The old emotionlessness is not there in her voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>I don't know what you know about me, but if you're innocent, I'll do everything I can to protect you. Now I just want one answer. Is my guess correct? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><b1><font size = 3>"Yes..."</font></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After uttering a single word, she can't hold back any longer and starts to cry hysterically.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>One of the swimming orcas slowly approaches the uncontrollably crying Succubus and softly makes a sound. During her crying, she suddenly falls asleep and slumps on the table. Then the room is completely back to normal.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Peta slowly gets up and approaches the sleeping Succubus. Then, she begins to untie the bindings that cruelly surround her body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly a loud applause rises in the small room. Peta, who forgot long ago that Abella was there, is startled violently by this unexpected sound. With her arms suddenly contracting, she accidentally slaps the sleeping Succubus. Rubbing the spot where she slapped in embarrassment, she turns her gaze to Abella. She applauds with admiration, as if she has just witnessed a performance of art. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella3.jpg"><b><abella>Truly magnificent! I really thought you'd let her end herself, but how merciful you are! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta gently cradles the untied Succubus in her arms. Then she walks towards the door. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta2.jpg"><b><peta>Mercy? That's not mercy! I'm just being a human... </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She suddenly stops in front of the door and slowly turns her head towards Abella. Then she tries to explain in a nervous voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta1.jpg"><b><peta>It's a saying... It's a human expression. I mean, I'm doing the bare minimum, It's not mercy... Thats what I meant to say... </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella smiles in understanding. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella3.jpg"><b><abella>I know, I know... Please carry on, I'll be waiting outside. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Peta returns after a short while. Abella looks very cheerful. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella4.jpg"><b><abella> What I really witnessed was amazing. Thank you again! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Peta sits on a chair with a smiling face. Even though she smiles, her voice does not really back that up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta3.jpg"><b><peta>You can't seduce me into anything. Please get to the point. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Abella takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>Please don't say that you think your potential is not being wasted! You solve cases the cops can't. You're clearly not doing a bad job, but that's not who you are! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta doesn't seem offended by these words. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta3.jpg"><b><peta> I have to earn money somehow... And I have very good relationship with the police force.</peta></b></div>\
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>Someone like you shouldn't worry about money! Do you know how much impact your name alone can have? </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta smiles bitterly. These seem to be things she would rather not talk about. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta3.jpg"><b><peta> My name has remained this strong because no one really knows me. In your world, I'm like an urban legend. They only talk about what I did for a period of time. No one knows what I've turned into.</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella leans forward excitedly. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella6.jpg"><b><abella> Then let's show them! You will have all the support of me and my team!</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta watches Abella's excitement with sad and somewhat detached eyes. Empty motivational words don't seem to have much of an effect on her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Abella continues in an even more excited voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella> I've searched everything I could find out about you. You got an offer from our academy to be Headmistress of the Mars Dormitory! But you refused and suggested Mariana. And regardless of what anyone said, she carried out her duty in a very strong and steady way.
But things started to go sour for a while. I don't know many details, but I only know that Mariana was not happy with the way things were going. And what do you think she did?</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>ou see Peta is listening very closely. She must be curious to hear what Abella has to say. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>She assigned a second Headmistress! Currently, Mars Dormitory is run by two Headmistresses! This is not something that has ever happened in the history of Umesatraa Academy! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Abella stands up and takes off her shoes. Then continues her excited speech. She moves as if giving a presentation and supports her words with her body language. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>Or let's look at the Saturn Headmistress! Saturn Dormitory was one of the most rigid-minded places in the academy. A place where everyone has to show how powerful and dominant they are over the other ones in order to be respected. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She pauses for a second and raises her index finger slightly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>Well, these things haven't changed much. But it is well known that the Saturn Headmistress especially likes to dominate male humans. As the top name in such a strict place, she did not hesitate to publicize her pleasures... And guess what? </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta leans forward a little more, and listens with even more attention. Abella quickly taps both legs and speaks with an expression like she can't believe to herself. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>It is no longer lame or shameful to enjoy dominating human men! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta leans back, unable to believe what she is hearing. She hasn't been following the changes in the Succubus world for a long time. The childish astonishment on her face is a bit funny. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>Do you really think these ridiculous taboos in the Succubus world are bigger than you? If anyone is going to destroy them, it will be powerful figures like you! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella takes a deep breath and lowers her tone a little. She feels relieved to see that her words have resonated with Peta. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>What about those like you? Let's say you were lucky or strong enough to build your own life. What about those who reject themselves for fear that others will turn away from them or make fun of them? Only figures like you can show that there is nothing wrong with them, that they are just like everyone else. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lowers her tone a little more. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>We are similar to humans in this regard. We accept as much as it is convenient for us and demonize what is left out. And in order for something to change, guidance is needed. Maybe it is a bit sad, but this is the reality. If even one Succubus, when she feels bad, thinks that Peta Gartz is like me and feels better, then all our efforts will have paid off. And last but not least... </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She approaches the edge of the couch slowly.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Abella leans her body against the edge of the couch and speaks in a sensual tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella>An ass like that should definitely be in the Venus Dormitory. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She smiles immediately afterwards and joins Peta's rising laughter. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As her laughter fades, Peta puts a hand to her chin and asks, trying not to look too interested. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta4.jpg"><b><peta>You talk a good game, but what are your aspirations? And what are you really promising me? Why should I trust you? You must be aware of how many offers I've received over the years. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella steps onto the sofa and sits on the side of it. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella5.jpg"><b><abella> First of all,, I'd like to help you with your current case. It will take a few hours to a week. Depends on how lucky I get. Please consider this apart from all that. I sounded insulting earlier, but I know how much fun these types of mysteries can be. And even that short interrogation session itself, was really fun.
I'm not asking you to leave anything from your current life. You can keep doing this work, I can even gather a small team under you. This whole process will be valuable and beautiful because your essential pleasures will remain untouched. What bothers me is that you think you are confined to this! I know what a free soul you are, and I witnessed it again today. Nothing makes me happier than having every member of my team as special and unique as you are.
As for my intentions and my genuine offer to you...</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She suddenly stops and looks up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella7.jpg"><b><abella>Before that, could you summon your Orcas again? I would like to be accompanied by their soft singing and mesmerizing dances as we speak... </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Open Your Eyes|peta18]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Someone's holding you by the arm and you hold her even tighter. Rapidly blink your eyes but your vision still hazy. You've never experienced memory access this smoothly. You almost didn't have to do anything. Everything flowed into your mind with incredible ease.
You let go of the arm you are holding and regain your balance. Your consciousness is still trying to distinguish the reality. A voice, which only recently became familiar, calls out to you. </n3></b>
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<b><peta>Are you all right? Did you hit your head? </peta></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yeah, I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm sorry! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You answered without thinking, but you didn't realize at that moment that you were lying to the very person you shouldn't lie to, even if it's just a white lie. You don't know why, but your body couldn't handle what just happened. </n3></b>
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<b><peta> You're not okay! Hold on a second, let me save my game!</peta></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No! I'm fine... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Peta is saving her game on her hand-held game console, you were already walking towards the door to the exit. You instinctively feel you have to get away from there. You feel like something has ambushed you. With your initial daze fading, you try to leave the Venus Dormitory with quick steps but it feels like ages just to get out of this huge entrance. It's unnecessarily big!
That's when you think of the person you bumped into. You couldn't quite perceive it earlier, but apparently you really did bump into Peta. The idea that she's following you makes you flinch. She's not someone you want to see right now.
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<b><n3> Even though you feel intimidated, your curiosity overcomes and you look back. Peta is looking at you with confused eyes. Her huge ass and goddess-like aura are not something you can admire right now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Finally you reach the exit. You will realize how irrational you behaved a few hours after you go back to your room. Your instincts were in full control over you and they screamed to just get out of there. It was an increasingly intensifying sensation. As if your consciousness was grasping more and more the seriousness of the situation. You will cringe for a while with embarrassment every time you remember that you ran away from a name that you would wait in line for hours for a signature. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Despite what happened on your previous visit, you still returned again. Compared to the previous time, there are a lot more Succubus around. After your instincts stopped screaming, you couldn't get Peta out of your mind. All the details that would normally be a challenge, functioned flawlessly without your help, and you saw a very detailed memory. Yet your body was not too happy about this unexpected trajectory. At the time it felt like there was something wrong, but as time passed, another idea started to emerge. There was a perfect harmony between you two! The cause of a shock to your system may not be what you expect.
There's a crowd a little ahead and it's drawing your attention. Abella must be constantly doing something new to attract attention from the other dormitories. You grab a fancy snack and slowly approach to see exactly what's going on. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You take a wide angle on the crowd sitting in the corner. You just want to see what's happening there. Everyone there is listening or watching something carefully. When you get a little closer, you notice Peta sitting in the very corner. She talks in a very focused way and everyone listens to her with rapt attention. Something is written on a small whiteboard that she hangs on the wall, and in between her talking, she asks little questions to the listeners. Is she giving a lecture there?
She notices you out of the corner of her eye and then quickly turns her head towards you. She smiles and raises her index finger as if to say wait a minute. Then she stands up and speaks in a slightly louder voice to her listeners.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>It was a great class! I know you have questions, I will take those after the break and we will continue with our second session. Where should our next session be? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She gives a word to a random student sitting there. The student smiles and, after a brief moment's thought, she replies. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Ummm... Maybe we can do it on the tennis court. I know it's gonna be empty for the next couple hours."</b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta> There's a tennis court here?... Anyway, tennis court it is! Class dismissed! I'll see you in fifteen minutes!</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta wastes no time and starts walking towards you. And ever since she gestured for you to wait, you couldn't move. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Peta approaches you with big steps. With her unique style, which you can't tell whether it is a dress or lingerie, she stands in front of you with an affectionate smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta> Hey! Do you remember me? I wondered how are you doing. Are you all right?</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You try to keep your gaze on her eyes, but it's challenging. You can spend hours looking at every inch of her body. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes, I'm fine! I'm sorry about the last time! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are hesitant to speak. You have to keep in mind that she can detect even small lies in your words. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta> Have you seen a doctor? It looked like it could be something serious!</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>If there is no point in lying. You'll try not to tell it unless you really have to. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, but after a short time I recovered completely, there's nothing serious. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta frowns with a slight worry. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>No, no, no! This is not something you can decide! If you hit your head and you have a brain injury, it can take months to even show symptoms! There is no better medicine than early diagnosis! Please come with me! I can't leave you like this! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands on your right side and supports your arm with one arm and grasps your waist with the other. You would have objected, but this tall goddess next to you seems to have decided to carry you along. Even though she does most of the work, she doesn't drag you along. She just takes all the weight of your walk on herself. You savor the moment and rest your head against her body. She smells like a heartwarming spring day. Floral scents that are not overwhelming at all. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You enter a room that you guess is her room. There are books everywhere. Every available space is occupied by books. On her desk, there's a laptop, a tablet and some electronics you don't know about. Maybe game consoles, but you're not sure. There are a lot of posters on the walls, you don't know what they are about. Some of them are obviously from a movie or a TV series, but there are some that look like cartoons. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's very packed, but even though everything is quite organized, it feels like it's cluttered. There's stuff everywhere. But you can see how comfortable Peta is in this chaotic space. She tells you to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Then she moves to one of the shelves and picks up a few books. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> In the center of her desk, a huge book, like a brick, sits open. She takes that book and puts it aside. It looks like a book about cooking, but you can't see if it's a recipe book or a cooking methodology book. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>Okay! Let's take a look! I have an entry-level training, but I want to make sure that I don't forget anything. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She shuffles some pages quickly. Slightly squinting, she nods her head at the end of each sentence she reads and mumbles a small affirmation. She stands up and approaches with a small flashlight. First she checks your eyes, then she touches your head in different places and asks if it hurts.
As she continues her examination, you notice how peaceful her energy makes you feel. She touches your body in different patterns, and each touch is so confident that you become more and more relaxed. Occasionally you can see her face. The focus and seriousness in her eyes makes you feel more important. After an intensive examination lasting about five minutes, she steps back and leans against her desk.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>Everything seems to be fine! If you feel anything strange, please don't ignore it." </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She sits on one of the couches on the side.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>So have you felt anything strange since we bumped into each other? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Again a risky question. While you are thinking about how your answer, Peta laughs, impressed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>You know about me! I can see the evasions in your answers. Do you think that every time I'm lied to I point my finger at them and say, "Gotcha!"? There's nothing more suspicious than not detecting any lies! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She looks into your eyes with a confident smirk. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets up and locks the door. Then, she returns to the same seat. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta> A normal conversation consists of at least 20% lies! And almost all of these are harmless little white lies. Only once did I sense a little white lie from you. Don't be fooled by my certainty! Maybe you're just an honest fan who knows little bit more about me. We're here to make sure of that!</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You exhale deeply. You don't want to fight against Peta. And you've only seen a small part of what she can do in the memory you saw. So there's no guarantee that you can beat her. Actually, it's true that you're her fan. Maybe her questions will be easier than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You continue to sit calmly as the floor ripples and that familiar high-pitched song fills the room. If things go very badly, you can rely on Sun or Moon... Right? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As the floor of the room turns blue like the sea, Peta calmly begins her questions. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta> Are you connected to the UN?</peta></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No... I'm not. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta>Are you connected to the WHO? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Is she going to ask about all the places where she's had any problems? </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>No! I'm not. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She asks for about twenty different names and you answer each one in the negative. Peta lets out a deep breath. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta> Okay, that's good! Tell me what happened then, please.</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You have no other choice. And you feel like even if you tell her the whole story, nothing will go wrong. You'll still avoid unnecessary details.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I missed the presentation where you were announced, and after learning about you, my curiosity was piqued. And that day, I came to see if I could see you. I didn't even know what you looked like. I was somewhat distracted by all the artworks and delicious snacks everywhere. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Peta smiles with a slight blush. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta>Most of them are my recipes! I'm glad you like it. Uhh! Please continue... </peta></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I was looking around, thinking about how a name like Peta Gartz had been convinced to join here. I wasn't looking ahead and at the last moment I noticed a shadow in front of me. After we bumped into each other, I felt a hand grab me and just as I relaxed, I found myself in front of Headmistress Abella. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta, with a little shock, first looks at the singing orca and then at you. She must be surprised that you're not showing any signs of pain. And you're feeling a bit frustrated. Maybe you will give more information than you intended to, but at the moment, you don't care much about that. You tilt your head a little to the right and continue with a exhausted expression. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I think my real power is being able to copy power or something like that. What I'm currently practicing is something to do with the mind, including being able to access memories. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your sudden bored demeanor makes Peta smile. She would giggle if she couldn't hold back, but she didn't want to break the serious atmosphere. She's surprised that you're still not lying. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> But like I said, I'm still working on it. When you held me, I didn't even know who was holding me. I saw Abella in front of me and I witnessed your interrogation, and then when you were talking to Abella, before I could see the end of it, I've returned to reality. It was the first time I had experienced such a smooth memory, but my body was not so happy about it. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The room returns to its original state and her orca fades away. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> But from that moment on, when I look at you... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta interrupts with a lustful voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>Something stirs inside you, as if you have met a being that was meant for you? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You turn your head slightly. Peta gently caresses her breast with one hand and her breathing is getting deeper.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>I'm so glad you didn't do anything wrong! Because when I held you, it was like a sweet electric shock but you immediately ran away. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She stands up and takes the chair opposite you. Your faces are quite close.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>From afar, you are like a melody in a harmony. But when I got closer... </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She brings her face even closer. Your noses are almost touching. With her eyes, she looks at your lips and then into your eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>But when I get closer, I sense three chaotic melodies, very different from each other. Both your harmonious and chaotic melody pulls me in. I've never met a soul with your resonance before. </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The energy she's radiating is pretty intense. Every breath she gives out touches your face and that warm breath thrills you. There must be a few more things she wants to say. Trying to restrain herself, she speaks. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>Thank you for your honesty! You can be assured that I will never, under any circumstances, share anything you said with anyone! But this honesty should not remain unrewarded. Think of something you wonder about me! About anything! I'm not afraid to be vulnerable in front of you! On the contrary, I want that! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You remember that when she was talking to Abella, she was thinking that she would not be accepted into the Succubus world. She said they still love me because they don't know what I've become. You wonder why she thinks like that.
Why did she think she would not be accepted in this world? Giving your thoughts as much time as possible, Peta smiles and presses her lips to yours. Before you can feel the taste of her sweet lips, your vision darkens.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're in a memory of Peta. In that intense environment, you were able to think of something you wondered about her, and you hope that this memory will be the answer to your question. Again, you have entered the memory very smoothly and this time you hope that since you knew what was going to happen, your perception will not be distorted. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see Peta seductively showing off her body with her tits out. She strokes her slowly hardening penis under her sweet panties. You see that there is someone in front of her, a human male! He talks while watching Peta.</n3></b>
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<b><mi1>"What would you like to do today? You can own me all you want!"</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta playfully turns around and starts swinging her huge ass. With her peachy ass covered in soft hairs and a flaccid penis pushing through her panties, it's a dreamlike scene. You wanted to be there, licking her ass and her hiding hole for hours. She answers in a mischievous voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>No! You're gonna fuck me today! I want to feel that hard cock deep inside me! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Human responds a little hesitantly.</n3></b>
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<b><mi1>"You know what happened the last time we tried. I can't handle your energy for too long..."</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta sits on the couch and spreads her legs. She pulls her semi-erect penis and starts stroking it. Then she teases him with her kitten voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>So we just give up because it didn't work once? Don't you want to make me happy? Or feel my hole, to stretch it to the limit? Hmmm? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel you're getting hard too. Either your body has already grown a penis and you are getting hard in real life, or you are becoming more and more connected to Peta and you feel what she feels. He grabs Peta's leg and kisses his way from her toe to her cock. You feel a stirring inside you. This is different from the last one. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>He takes Peta's big hard cock in his mouth and starts sucking it. Peta's sweet moans excite you even more. With each passing second, you connect with her more and more. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Peta reaches into his shorts and frees his penis. As he continues to suck her dick, she continues to tease him. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta> Is the great and powerful police chief helpless against a Succubus? Does your team know that I'm fucking you?</peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The moment he is about to give an answer, Peta presses him deeper against her cock. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>I don't give a shit! Keep sucking! I want you to treat me roughly today! I'll block my energy from you as much as possible! If you cum, you'll continue and I'll stop withholding my energy! I don't care how torturous it will be for you! But as long as you don't cum, I'm your slave today! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly you open your eyes. You seem to wake up from the memory. As you wonder why, you hear a knock on the door. Peta impatiently speaks at the door. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta>Don't come in! What is it? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><b1> "MIstress, you are urgently needed. I do not know the reason. Headmistress Abella sent me." </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta>Okay, I'll be there! You can leave! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Peta exhales deeply and stands up. Kisses you and speaks in a soft voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta8.jpg"><b><peta>I have to go but I won't cum for a while and save it for you! It tastes much better that way! I'm sorry! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After kissing your lips for the last time, she unlocks the door and leaves. After a short time recovering your breath, you leave the room. You learned the reason for her embarrassment, but you were hoping to see more. Maybe the next time you see her will be at the Mars Dormitory. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Two figures appear on the stairs on either side and slowly begin to walk down. These are the two Headmistresses of Mars Dormitory, Mariana and Natalie. Mariana has chosen a very revealing outfit. It even looks like lingerie from a distance. Although it is quite common in the Mars Dormitory, there is no debate or similar at the moment. So everyone there is watching this sudden appearance with interest. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Mariana and Natalie walk side by side towards the entrance door, two silhouettes appear in the doorway. It's Peta and Abella! Peta walks one step ahead and Abella follows behind her, looking quite excited. She looks around in awe. No one around is getting closer from where they are. Normally there would be an immediate audience. Mariana pulls the pearl necklace around her neck between her two thumbs and speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She and Peta exchange a brief glance and after both burst out laughing, they hug each other. You notice Natalie's looking at Abella with irritated eyes. Is she uncomfortable with someone who isn't Mars being here? And Abella is still looking around in fascination, although the Venus Dormitory is much bigger and fancier than this place. Peta holds Mariana's hand in a friendly way.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta6.jpg"><b><peta> How are you doing? </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It's a question that is said with emphasis on every word, that doesn't feel casual at all. Mariana smiles softly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana5.jpg"><b><a1>I'm doing pretty good! And I'm getting better every day. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She steps a little to the side and, with her arm outstretched, introduces Natalie. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana5.jpg"><b><a1>Thanks to Headmistress Natalie obviously! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Natalie steps forward and holds out her hand for a handshake. Peta gently grasps the outstretched hand and slowly brings it to her lips. As she kisses her hand, she maintains eye contact with Natalie. You can see the surprise on Natalie's face as Peta slowly straightens up. Her lips move from shape to shape as she tries to hide her smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta>It's a pleasure to meet you! I am really thankful for your help! </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The slight bulge on Natalie's pencil skirt, says it all. She slowly changes her posture and manages to smile normally. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie7.jpg"><b><missT1> It is a pleasure to meet you too! You honored our dormitory with your presence! </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Peta laughs briefly, in a very friendly way. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/peta7.jpg"><b><peta>That's kind of you! I'm just... I'm not that... </peta></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Peta forgets to finish her words. She seems to be interrupted by the intense exchange of glances with Natalie. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mariana seems to be the only one feeling the awkward silence. Peta and Natalie stare each other and Abella looks around like a little child. </n3>
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<b><n3>Mariana slowly gets between Peta and Natalie, approaching Abella. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mariana5.jpg"><b><a1> Welcome, Headmistress Abella! We are very happy for this visit. We've been hearing a lot about you lately.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella quickly turns her gaze to Mariana and smiles warmly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella9.jpg"><b><abella>Thank you for accepting me! It really means a lot to me to be here! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After Mariana and Abella shake hands, Natalie comes forward. As they shake hands, she speaks in a insinuating voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/natalie7.jpg"><b><missT1>Welcome! Have you come to advise us on how to open up to the world, Headmistess Abella? </missT1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You remember the two dormitories facing each other, both isolated until recently. With Abella's arrival, Venus Dormitory is trying to shake off its old reputation by making incredible strides while Mars Dormitory continues in the same way. Abella seems to have taken no offense at these words. It was probably a reaction she expected. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella9.jpg"><b><abella>No! Actually, quite the opposite! This was always the place I was most interested and admired in the academy. You maintain what you do so well that everyone thinks that the easy thing is to detach from the outside. I have experienced first-hand how difficult it is! The balance you have established must be tremendous! I believe I have a lot to learn from all of you! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> There's a whole pile of Succubus coming through the door. They all move in formation and slowly. Even though they are talking in whispers, the entrance to the Dormitory is filled with humming because there are so many Succubus. You don't quite understand what's happening, but you think it won't take you long to find out.
You hear some loud claps. The crowd falls silent in a short while. They all scan the surroundings with curious eyes. They must be looking for something or someone. A door opens and a Succubus rushes in front of this crowd. You step aside and take a wide angle to see who it is.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>When you step aside, you can see who this Succubus is. It's Brittany with all her positive energy! As she greets the crowd cheerfully, the noise from the crowd gets louder and louder. Those in the back move their heads left and right to get a glimpse of Brittany. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You were going to respond, but on second thought, it wouldn't hurt to join in. She gets behind you and tries to push you slowly in the back. You catch her arm in mid-air. After a brief glare, you let go of her and go back into the crowd.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The crowd starts to move immediately after you join. You remember the first day you came here. Following Brittany, a huge crowd starts to tour the Dormitory. Brittany gives a very similar tour to the one she gave you on the first day. The excitement and passion in her voice is also the same. When you concentrate on the crowd, you can't even sense a Succubus that stands out. All of them are very weak and ordinary. Almost halfway through the tour, someone in the crowd shouts.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you try to spot the shouter, other Succubuses are repeating this request. Soon there is a loud murmur of crowd declaring their admiration for Brittany and begging her to uncover and enlarge her breasts.
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<b><n3>Brittany pulls her shirt open, exposing the bra that holds her big tits. You feel a rising, overwhelming feeling inside. The enthusiastic crowd has also fallen silent. Brittany's laughter is now audible. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Brittany starts to shake her body. Every time she sways, you can see her tits getting a little bigger. But there is another thing. Brittany is radiating an incredible amount of Lust energy. And because she's shaking, that Lust energy is hitting everyone in waves. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> This energy is not carrying any aggression. But it's so intense that it's hard to resist. From the crowd that had just fallen silent, voices rise again. Irrepressible moans!
Your breathing quickens and you can't stop the little moans escaping from your mouth. Like everyone else, your breasts are getting bigger and bigger. As a huge crowd moans, Brittany continues her dance, swaying with laughter.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel a wetness on your breasts that haven't finished growing. When you reach in and squeeze them a little, you realize they are full of milk. This makes you dizzy with pleasure. Brittany needs to stop. If you're this messed up, these rookies should be even worse. Right now, everyone is at Brittany's mercy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Those in stretchy dresses are also pushing the limits of their bras. It's probably the first time anyone there has felt so much pleasure from their breasts. On top of that, with Brittany's non-stop energy, it's an experience full of new sensations for everyone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then what you've been waiting for finally happens. Unable to withstand the overwhelming atmosphere, several Succubus collapse, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Although they are unconscious, you can see their bodies trembling slightly.
The Succubus who put you in the crowd is trying to move towards Brittany, holding her huge tits. Brittany is spinning around, singing and dancing. Eventually she gets her attention and Brittany realizes what's happening. The energy suddenly stops and everyone sighs in relief.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Almost half the crowd is on the ground, trying to recover. A few experienced-looking Succubus arrives on the scene with her huge tits. Everyone around is full of milk. As they approach those lying on the ground, one of them calls out to Brittany. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The four experienced Jupiter slowly raise their hands and you see a stamp on their hands. Then they quickly start stamping the breasts of everyone there. The stamped Succubus' breasts quickly return to their original size. The ones who have collapsed are the first to be stamped. Then it is the turn of the other ones.
Your chest is also stamped and your breasts shrink rapidly. You feel a great relief. It's like finding a toilet after holding your pee for so long. You feel much better now. The crowd starts to recover and those on the ground start to get up again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>This enthusiasm is quickly reciprocated. Succubuses who were unconscious on the floor just a few minutes ago are now cheering for Brittany. Occasionally a few of them fall to the ground again and again.
This is too much for you. They must be crazy. With a mild headache, you start to move to return to your room. When you leave the crowd, a face you saw today is back in front of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The Succubus who got you into this crowd and stopped Brittany is standing before you again. Milk is still dripping from her enlarged tits. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/leanne1.jpg"><b><summer1>MISTRESS LUCYY!... You scared me! Umm... This little Succubus is trying to sneak into the Academy. I saw her sign. It's not Jupiter. </summer1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/lucy9.jpg"><b><l1> You are wrong! Our dormitory welcomed the newcomers this year. I recognize her from there. She got exhausted during the spirit animal ceremony. I personally looked after her. Now go back to your place and make sure no one is actually sneaking in!</l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she takes one last look at Brittany and walks away. She seems to hold back a few things she has to say. If what she said is true, there must be spies watching her. Also there's a good chance they're watching you too. It doesn't scare you as much as it used to.
Being exposed to Brittany's intense energy makes you feel exhausted but also empowered. As the crowd enthusiastically follows Brittany, you head to your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see Hitomi in the distance. As she walks cheerfully, she notices you and runs to you as fast as her heels allow. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi5.jpg"><b><hi1> I told them that Mistress Milena was tutoring all the Succubus except the Jupiters. They said I shouldn't have kept silent. I should have stood up for my rights. So we went to her room and... Ehehe! I'd better not tell the rest.
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> What she said is true. It's a technique above your level, and it's mine. It would be much more useful for you to experience it earlier.
I'd tell you not to go just to annoy her, but I have to admit that it's a needed step in your development. It was one of my signature techniques. If you want to get stronger now, you have no choice but to follow her path. The good thing is that as you get stronger, her grip on you will start to weaken too. But she will remain active much longer than me.
I dove into it without permission, to avoid being caught by Brittany. I was only able to use ten percent of my strength at most, and this decreased day by day.
There are things I hide from everyone and probably only you can reveal them. We both want you to be as strong as you can be. Because we trust the choice you'll make when you discover everything. Maybe the real me won't be happy with your choices. That's future me's problems.
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<b><n3>It was a different tone from the egoistic tone she had been using so far. By the way, even the short time Sun was active tired you out. On the first day's tour you saw where the teachers' rooms were. Without difficulty you arrive in front of Milena's room. As the heat from your sign subsides, you knock on the door and enter. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A large, sunny room full of books. You're lucky it's empty and even if Milena comes, you can pass it off with a little excuse. Worst case scenario, you can interfere with her mind. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> When you get to the middle of the room, Moon starts talking. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Lust leaves a permanent residue and never completely fades. If you can detect this remnant Lust, you can access the stored memories within it. The Somnia Pixies are also specialists in using this feature of Lust. They have adapted it a bit more to their needs, but the logic is basically the same. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As you listen attentively, you hear Moon chuckling. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Sun was trained by a Somnia Pixie for a while. She hated every minute of it! But it was that pixie who helped her acquire this ability. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can feel how much it delights her. Then she continues in earnest. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>This is actually a very high-level technique but it is possible for you to use it. Because the most important point is to be able to detect Lust precisely. Because of your spirit animal, you have a Lust sensitivity far above your level. It is not always very stable but you will adjust. We also have another advantage in this case. Except that I'm here...</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's waiting for an answer, but you don't have a clue. Moon exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>We know what to focus on. Hitomi was probably only in this room once. We just need to locate her Lust. I'll take it from there. Now close your eyes and focus. Try to find Hitomi's energy.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Close Your Eyes|objection6]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You close your eyes and start to focus. A black wolf starts to form from a black smoke beam next to you. At first you can hardly feel anything.
But you were always focused on Lust spreading from active sources. You let your senses show you the way. Gradually, on things, on the floor, on some books, on the sofa, on the table... There are bits of energy everywhere. But you haven't felt Hitomi yet.
As you continue to scan the area, you slowly open your eyes. The wolf, emitting black smoke, walks slowly, sniffing things. As you close your eyes again to focus, you are filled with a familiar sensation. You felt it so deeply that for a moment you could only instinctively realize that you had found something. You immediately focus on that spot. As the black wolf sniffs that spot, an image starts to flash in your mind. Red... An orange... Rabbit?</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel filled with power. The black wolf sticks out its tongue and starts growling. The last thing you see is the wolf's white eyes turning red. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Continue|objection7]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are in the memory, Milena's room. Milena is explaining to Hitomi and her friend why she doesn't include the Jupiters in her private lessons. Hitomi is in an aggressive and grumpy mood that you're not used to. As Milena is talking in front of the whiteboard in her room about how being Jupiter comes with its own responsibilities, Hitomi suddenly stands up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Hitomi interrupts Milena as she carelessly chews her gum. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi6.jpg"><b><hi1>My tits are smaller than yours. Why can't I join in? Oh! They're pretty soft. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Milena tries to remove Hitomi's hand from her breasts, but Hitomi has no intention of holding back. As she continues to poke Milena's huge tits, she calls her friend over. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi6.jpg"><b><hi1> Anri, give it a try. They are so soft.</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>If this had happened at the beginning of the semester, Milena would have easily taken a stand, but because of your intervention she has changed too much. Hitomi should have changed too, but she's acting completely different. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You see that Milena will finally put an end to it. As she prepares to make an angry outburst, something catches both your and her attention. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Where you detect Hitomi's energy, you see a rabbit in flames. It looks into Milena's eyes with a frightening serenity. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Milena's tense body relaxes and her shoulders drop. Her timid demeanor returns and an uneasy smile that she can't suppress covers her face.
When you access a memory in this way, you can't really feel what anybody is thinking. You are an intruder watching from the outside. You wonder what Hitomi and Milena were feeling when all this was happening.
Hitomi and Anri push Milena against the board and start playing with her tits. In the end, they release Milena's breasts together. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi6.jpg"><b><hi1>I can't believe how heavy they are. I want my normal form to be this big. Anri, we should feel these things without any clothes in between. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can see that Milena doesn't resist anymore. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Both of them are squeezing the huge tits that are freed. Up and down, left and right, they play with the huge and soft breast like it's a toy. Each breast is as big as their head. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi6.jpg"><b><hi1> Even my two hands are nothing! Only the nipple is the size of my palm. I think we should give it a taste.</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Hitomi immediately clings to the nipple in front of her. Together, they start to lustfully lick her nipple. Milena begins to moan deeply, having relaxed her tension some more.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi6.jpg"><b><hi1> You're not getting off that easy!</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>They're laying Milena on the table. After a little squeeze, they pick up where they left off. You can see that Milena's resistance is getting weaker. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The rabbit in the flames starts to disappear. Hitomi doesn't even seem to realize this. Normally these things require active force and concentration. But Hitomi's spirit animal seems to work on its own. With the disappearance of the rabbit, Milena's attitude changes a little, but not in an aggressive way.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She uncovers Hitomi's breasts and starts to play with them. They are small compared to Milena's, but still they are pretty big. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As Anri continues to play with Milena, Milena starts sucking on Hitomi's tit. Anri's hand movements attract your attention. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Anri gets up on the table. She continues to shake Milena's tits rapidly. Milena's whole focus is on the big tit on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/anri1.jpg"><b><k1> I learned from a Saturn friend to inject Lust with my hands. It's an entry-level move for them, but it can be effective. Hitomi, I'll teach you too.</k1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Although Anri gives Milena her best efforts, Milena is able to carry on as if nothing is happening. Hitomi's occasional touches seem to be much more effective than Anri's. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Not getting the reaction she wants, Anri picks up the pace. You can't tell how much Lust she is using, but judging by Milena's lack of reaction, it doesn't seem to be enough. She continues to suck on Hitomi's tits with her full attention. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you wonder if it might have something to do with that rabbit, the image starts to fade. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You open your eyes in Milena's room. Even though you are in the same place, it feels like you are somewhere else.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>You did well until the rabbit disappeared. Afterwards you had to switch your focus to the table, but that alone is a great result.</inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You're standing alone in the middle of the room and feel much better than you expected.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name <i><inner>(</inner><n1>Inner</n1><inner>)</inner></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><inner>(</inner><n1>I thought you were in control. </n1><inner>)</inner></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>Since you didn't know how to take the first step yet, I took control. The rest was largely in your control. Also, we can't use that all the time. Either you need special situations like this or you need to get your Lust sensitivity to the highest possible level. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The experience of watching from the outside was not as enjoyable as you wanted it to be. In comparison, you'd rather watch a memory from someone's mind.
Hitomi's attitude was really strange. She was looking normal when you saw her. Maybe she's acting differently to be accepted in. You don't want to run into Milena, so you quickly leave the room.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She puts her hands on her breasts and you can see that they are slowly getting bigger. As she does this, she starts talking. Her tone is more serious than you expected. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1>Breast control is a Jupiter's honor. Since we have a very large Lust capacity, it is more difficult for us to control it in the beginning. But it can certainly be learned. After a while it will even become as easy as breathing. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her breasts expanded considerably during her speech. She continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1>Because I grew up in a somewhat strict home, I had to practice every day. It doesn't matter how large you can make it. What matters is how big you can maintain it. At first it will demand a lot of your focus. Just keeping them both the same size is a challenge. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As Hitomi continues talking, you seem to see a dark figure on the bed. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>A small rabbit in black and blue colors, with some spots glowing bright white. But the moment it notices your gaze, it disappears in a second. The day you met, Hitomi mentioned that her spirit animal was a rabbit. But you didn't think it would look this cool. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Hitomi notices your gaze has shifted and smiles. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>Oh, which one did you see? </hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What do you mean? </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>My spirit animal! I have more than one kind of rabbit. But I can't control which one I summon and when. And they're all very shy... except for one. There's Puffy, Cloudy, Crimson, Gray, Bambi... </hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> It was in shades of black and blue and had little white sparkles. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She lets out a little scream. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi8.jpg"><b><hi1> You saw Shade? She is the shyest among them. She must have loved you. Anyway, let's move on. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She reveals her breasts, which she has been slowly enlarging for some time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She gets back on the bed and raises her arms, giving you a good view of her tits. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi10.jpg"><b><hi1>Observation is as important as practice. </hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I've heard that in private lessons. </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi10.jpg"><b><hi1>Yes, this is a well-known saying among the Jupiters. I'll show you a method I used to use. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She walks to the wardrobe and puts on a crop-top. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As Hitomi speaks, her breasts start to get huge. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1> This is a special ultra-flexible clothing that I'm wearing. It allows me to enlarge my breasts as much as I want and it provides support to keep it at maximum size. But until you get above a certain level, using this will only be to your detriment. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She raises her hand excitedly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>So you have to learn to achieve this effect on your own. Imagine an extra layer in your mind that keeps your breasts under control. I trust your ability. You'll learn it easily. But don't worry if it doesn't work out right away. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she approaches you and puts one hand on your shoulder. She doesn't know that you have a more unstable Lust control than normal because of Sun.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>Okay, now I am going to transfer some of my Lust to you and you will be filled with it. Your goal is to prevent your breasts from growing uncontrollably. How big you keep them is entirely up to you. You just need to prevent them from growing. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It' s obvious that she' s been training for a long time. Her hesitant and timid nature is gone now. She' s already been through it in the past and she's confident that you can handle it too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With her hand on your shoulder, she asks in a reassuring voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1> Are you ready?</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod with a serious expression. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>By the way, you will experience a lot of pleasure. Be careful not to faint. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she finishes, you feel the Lust energy flowing through your body. Even though it is very sudden, you manage to channel this energy to your breasts but your breasts are growing much faster than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Now you need to control your breasts, which are already big enough. But the pleasure that has been building up inside you is starting to reveal itself. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Oh shit! Slow down a little... </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="HitomiLeft"><b>Hitomi</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/hitomi7.jpg"><b><hi1>You're doing great. Just a little bit more. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your body starts to tremble, your eyes start to darken slightly. You are still conscious but you are not doing well. Suddenly Hitomi pulls her hand away from you in shock. As far as you can open your eyes, you see a white figure on the ground, but before you can understand what it is, Hitomi hugs you vigorously. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As she hugs you, you feel all the excess Lust disappearing and you notice that Hitomi is crying. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1> I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your breasts return to their former size and your fatigue decreases. You hug Hitomi back and try to calm her down. You can fully feel her emotions right now.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I know you mean no harm. I asked for your help and you're... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Hitomi raises her head with teary eyes and interrupts. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1> I knew it could turn out like this, but I thought it would be a natural outcome. But seeing you like that reminded me of my past. Years of hard training. The way I felt and nobody ever cared.
I'm proud to be a Jupiter, but I've been exposed to a lot of unwanted things to get to where I am. And now that I've finally found a friend, what am I doing to her? Please don't hate me!</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You hug her even tighter while telling that you don't hate her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1> My spirit animals became my greatest friends and I was so embarrassed on the first day at the spirit animal reveal ceremony, and then you passed out in a burst of flames and everyone got distracted. I rushed to Headmistress Brittany and told her in secret and showed her my only non-shy rabbit.</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She continues, gasping for breath with small sobs. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1> So no one could make fun of my friends...</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You feel a increasing wetness in your chest area. Hitomi must have felt it too, she slowly sits up to check what's going on. Your nipples are bursting with milk. Normally this is supposed to be a pleasurable experience, but you don't feel anything special. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Hitomi stands up and wipes her tears. She seems a little embarrassed about the breakdown she just had. You call out to Sun and a warmth appears on your arm.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name <i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i></b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>Hey, I think you know what I would ask for.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're not sure at all. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1>I'm not sure, of course. But she might remember it as a better memory. She was able to help the way she wanted to, and it ended happily.</n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Don't Touch Hitomi's Memory|sadmemory]]
[[Replace Her Memory With A Happier Alternative|happymemory]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You decided not to change Hitomi's memories. You stand up and notice that you've lost sight of Hitomi. Then you realize that she is washing her face with the sound of water. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi9.jpg"><b><hi1>I'm sorry I couldn't help you. </hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> No, you certainly did. If you noticed, my boobs didn't go past a certain size. That visualization really helped me. </n1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi10.jpg"><b><hi1> You really did! You kept the size you wanted the whole time. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Even though Sun hasn't changed Hitomi's memories, something inside you is bothering you. Maybe it's because the first thing that comes to your mind is to change her memory. You're not sure, but you feel hypocritical. Lost in these thoughts, you move to your room without saying goodbye to Hitomi. Just as you walk out the door, a head sticks out. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi2.jpg"><b><hi1>Heyy! Make sure you get a good rest. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to come to me. At least my advice might help. Or at least we could spend some time...</hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod with a slightly fake smile. You feel far from feeling tired, you feel even better than before. But it feels really awkward that the first thing that comes to your mind is to interfere with her memory.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You decide to change Hitomi's memories. Sun takes action without saying anything. For a while, the heat on your arm increases and then goes back to normal. You're not sure about this decision, but you're doing it for Hitomi's sake. At least that's what you tell yourself. You can see Hitomi's expression has changed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi10.jpg"><b><hi1>I was so happy to be able to help that I couldn't hold back the tears. I think that alone is enough, but if you want to practice more you can always visit. </hi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes... Thank you. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Hitomi hugs you one last time and then you leave to your room. Just as you walk out the door, a head sticks out. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/hitomi2.jpg"><b><hi1>Heyy! Make sure you get a good rest. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to come to me. I'd be happy to help. </hi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <i>You decide what's good for her? Just because you can do it, you can to decide too?</i>
Suddenly you get rid of your thoughts and come back to the present. You nod with a slightly fake smile to her. Sun speaks briefly as you walk to your room.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> You're too hard on yourself. Yes, in your position, you can make decisions for others. That doesn't make you a bad... </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put on your cloak and walk out of your room. You are not sure where you can go or what you should do. Before you can finish your thought, you are frozen by what you see.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Two Succubus in Latex suits are walking past. When there's a little distance between you, you glance behind them. They are having a casual conversation. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While you are looking at them, the one in red turns her head calmly and calls out to you.</n3></b>
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<b><minka>Hey, over here! Follow us! </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You haven't even left your dormitory yet.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Maintaining your distance, you start to follow the two Succubus. You notice that they're both wearing a Latex corset.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You arrive at the dining hall. You continue walking, a little confused.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The Succubuses go to a pillar at one end of the dining hall and turn right. A little while later you reach the pillar and to your right, there is only a wall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As soon as you touch the wall, your hand goes through it. It feels like a very dense liquid. You raise your other hand and go through it as if you were pushing the wall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You enter a bright and spacious place. There are several corridors in front of you, and On the far left you see two Succubus you were following. </n3></b>
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<b><minka>This way! Come on!</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You don't get a chance to look around. A little reluctantly, you keep following. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> Are you sure we're safe? </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>You underestimate us too much. They are just following the instructions. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Towards the end of the corridor they stopped in front of a door. The distance between you gradually closes and finally you are side by side with two Succubus. They don't seem to be powerful. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Candace</b></div>
<b><minka>I'm Candace. You're one of us now. I was asked to show you this place if I run into you. Don't worry, you'll be under my protection.</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She seems to be waiting for an answer. You confirm her with your head. The succubus in gray opens the door and you enter.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's a... pub? There are stools, tables and Succubus chatting everywhere. The moment you walk in, you see two Succubus standing in front of you, completely covered in Latex. They're both holding candles. Then you notice that their upper bodies are tightly bound. They don't move at all, but you can feel the intense Lust energy they emit as soon as you walk through the door.</n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Candace</b></div>
<b><minka>They are coated with a mixture of paralyzing and stimulating Latex. You can come across such things everywhere except the main dungeon. They change the mood so we can say they are quite useful. </minka></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What is this place exactly? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Candace looks around and shrugs her shoulders. </n3></b>
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<b><minka>Well, just a place to hang out. Let me show you around. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Someone is approaching you from your right. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>You've got someone new Candace? Wanna hook up with me, babe? You won't regret it. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She's getting closer to you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Look To Your Right|Sunday(2)5]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You look at the Succubus slowly approaching you with a huge Latex dildo dangling in front of her. Her full lips and big tits are striking. But what really catches your attention are her muscular legs. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Candace</b></div>
<b><minka> Not now Cristina! </minka></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Cristina</b></div>
<b><mi1>Why not? You can join us if you want to.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><minka>She's Mistress Lucy's special guest. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Cristina's eyes widen and she takes a few steps back. then speaks in a tremblig voice </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>Uhh! Sorry! I'm sorry! Please continue as if nothing happened.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You watch in amazement as the succubus, who was full of confidence five seconds ago, leaves with fear. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> See? We play in the big leagues. There are few Succubuses that can threaten us. You've just seen what the impact of even the mention of one of them. We are walking on this path.</a1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b><i><a1>(</a1><n1>Inner</n1><a1>)</a1></i> $name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><a1>(</a1><n1> But we can't even cross barriers yet. </n1><a1>)</a1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>That's a different matter. As our harmony increases, we will progress there as well. There are few things stronger than the ability to control other Succubuses. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Candace continues.</n3></b>
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<b><minka>Shall we continue? </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You quickly snap out of it and clear your throat.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Yes, please. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|Sunday(2)6]]</n3></b>
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<b><minka> As you may have noticed, there are many corridors outside. You have to be above a certain level to enter some of the passages. This is the common area. Everyone can enter... Well anyone with a stealth Latex.</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With her hand, pointing to the corner of the room; </n3></b>
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<b><minka> If you want something to drink, you can get it here. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're looking at a Succubus, again completely covered in Latex. This time the Latex is in a different form and seems to be held up by a chain. Two straps hanging from her neck hold a tray, and on the tray is a glass. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Candace suddenly squints and turns quickly to the other end of the room and strides in that direction. Halfway through, she starts talking loudly.</n3></b>
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<b><minka>How many times do I have to say it? The beverage tray will be regularly checked and replaced. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You see her approaching a Succubus that is trying to dust a bookcase with a duster in its mouth. She suddenly flinches. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"But Mistress, it's not my turn. It's Vanessa's turn."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her voice was a little muffled, but you understood what she said.</n3></b>
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<b><minka>Where is she? </minka></b></div>\
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<b><b1>"Probably in the bathroom."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Candace storms off to the bathroom and you follow gently behind her. You're a little curious about what's going to happen. </n3></b>
[[To The Bathroom|Sunday(2)7]]
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<b><n3>In the bathroom you see a Succubus in a Latex maid's outfit wiping the floor. Unlike the others, she's not completely covered in Latex. </n3></b>
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<b><minka>Vanessa, guess why I'm here! </minka></b></div>\
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<div class="SummerRight"><b>Vanessa</b></div>
<b><l1>I- I don't know Mistress. </l1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Candace exhales deeply. </n3></b>
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<b><minka> Follow me. I'll tell you why.</minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she turns to you.</n3></b>
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<b><minka> I apologize for all the trouble. There's not much to tell here anyway. I was instructed to inform you of the existence of this place. You're free to explore. </minka></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Then she leaves the room with Vanessa. </n3></b>
[[Go Back|Sunday(2)8]]
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<b><n3>You approach the candle-holding Succubuses and begin to examine the room from afar. The Lust they emanate makes you feel... Good. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Is there something wrong with that chair over there? </n3></b>
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<b><n3> One side of the room is covered with a curtain and a mechanical sound comes from behind it.</n3></b>
[[Look Behind The Curtain|curtain]]
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<b><n3> A big black suitcase is standing next to you.</n3></b>
[[Look What's Inside|suitcase]]
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<b><n3>[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]] </n3></b>
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<<if $chair === 1 and $curtain === 1 and $suitcase === 1>>\
<<set $lust to 100>>\
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<b><n3> What you see from afar is indeed true. A succubus covered in Latex is strapped to a relatively small chair. As you get closer, the Lust radiating from the chair intensifies.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>A succubus sits in this chair while you wonder what the purpose of this is. It seems to be the same with candle holders. </n3></b>
[[Return|Sunday(2)8]]
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<b><n3> You slowly open the curtain and you see a treadmill with a Succubus fully restrained. It is connected from above by two flexible springs, so even though her legs are tied, she somehow moves forward.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The moment she sees you, she starts swaying like crazy and trying to say something. You only hear meaningless mumbles, probably because there is a gag under her mask. For a moment you want to help but you don't want to get into trouble.</n3></b>
[[Return|Sunday(2)8]]
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<b><n3> As with almost everything here, an intense Lust energy emanates from this suitcase. You slowly unzip the suitcase and open it a bit. there's a Succubus squeezed inside, covered in shiny Latex.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> And you close it back. That's enough for today. </n3></b>
[[Return|Sunday(2)8]]
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<b><n3>You put on your cloak and walk out of your room. You quickly make your way to the dining hall and stand in front of the black wall. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Go Inside|Sunday(3)2]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It's brighter inside than you remember. You didn't have a chance to examine it when you first stepped in. White light emanates from each corridor, but when you look inside you see that each one has a different theme. You can see different barriers in each corridor but the one on the far left has no barrier.
You try your luck in the second corridor but you can't get through the barrier.
At the end of these main corridors is the pub-like place you went to last week. There's not much you can do there. So you head for the first corridor. </n3></b>
[[Continue|Sunday(3)3]]
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<b><n3>The first corridor is completely white too as there is no barrier in between. There are doors left and right and they all seem to be closed. As you walk slowly, you notice a door ajar ahead on the right. You approach the door and carefully peek inside.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Sunday(3)4]]
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<b><n3>There are two Succubus inside. Their fishnet stockings over Latex leggings immediately catch your attention. They both look amazing. One has black hair, the other brownish auburn. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> They don't seem to notice you. Maybe they're not wearing Scopophobic Latex. Based on this assumption, you sneak in. The door's open just enough for you to get through.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you. </mi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Auburn-Haired</b></div>
<b><k1> Me too... </k1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> Then we can begin. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|Sunday(3)5]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>They seem to have started a roleplay between them. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> I'll get you all ready. Lie down... I missed your taste. You remember how to address me, don't you? </mi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Auburn-Haired</b></div>
<b><k1> Yes Mistress! </k1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> There you go! You'll do whatever I say. Now lie down. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The black-haired one eagerly starts eating her pussy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can see the harmony between them. The one with black hair is gradually picking up the pace and the weight of her words.It seems they can't really see you. Emboldened by this, and aroused by their hot lovemaking, you slowly start to move your hand down to your crotch.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You move your hands to your pussy and slowly start masturbating. The sight you see is just beautiful. </n3></b>
[[Continue|Sunday(3)6]]
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<b><n3>You've been watching them for almost ten minutes. You could cum, but you kept yourself on the edge to cum with them. And you're absolutely sure they can't see you. They turned their faces to where you are many times, but they didn't notice you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Black-haired takes a slightly different dildo from the side. A strapless dildo. After inserting the top part into herself, she rubs the dildo with lube. Auburn-haired begs to be fucked.
The black-haired one seems to like that. But her tone has become more and more insulting. You can't be sure how much the auburn-haired one likes this. She's definitely continuing the role-play, but the black-haired one is enjoying it much more. Finally she shoves the dildo into her wet pussy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You want it too! You look around like a wild animal and see a dildo within your reach. After immediately grabbing it, you continue masturbating.</n3></b>
[[Continue|Sunday(3)7]]
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<b><n3>They are getting faster and faster and it is clearly audible that she is approaching an orgasm. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You start to cum, shaking. But you forget that you're not being heard and suppress your own screams. Only the auburn-haired's moans fill the room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you try to recover with deep breaths and a flushed face, the black-haired one wears a black collar around her neck. The moment she puts it on, she notices you and your gaze meets. She takes off the collar back, lies next to her lover and clasps her hands in hers. You can understand that she did this to prevent the auburn-haired from putting on the collar and spotting you.
As they hug each other on the bed, you notice that she raises her hand slightly and gestures for you to leave.
You are not yet fully recovered from your orgasm, but you stand up as fast as your legs allow and walk out through the ajar door.</n3></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b>
[[🚪 Return To Your Room|DormRoom]]
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<b><n3> You put on your cloak and walk out of your room. You quickly make your way to the dining hall and stand in front of the black wall.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Go Inside|Sunday(4)2]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>With its blinding brightness, you reach the main corridors. Each one has a different barrier blocking it. Maybe you can pass through another one, but there's one thing you're wondering. Is the couple you saw last week still here?
You enter the corridor without a barrier with quick but stealthy steps. Indeed, that door is ajar again! Overcome by curiosity, you approach the door to have a look inside.</n3></b>
[[Carefully Peek Inside|Sunday(4)3]]
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<b><n3> This time you don't sense any heavy Lust inside. You stick your head out just enough to see what's going on inside. But instantly the Succubus inside senses this and quickly turns its head towards you. You can feel the excitement fading from her face the moment she sees you. You pull your head away in panic, but you've already been seen. It's the dark-haired one from the couple you saw last week.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> You again? You can come in... I'm alone today... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>There's no anger in her voice, which you expected to hear. You enter with gentle steps. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Black-Haired</b></div>
<b><mi1> In fact... Can you close the door? I want to ask you something. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She doesn't seem to be feeling well. She sounds exhausted and sad. Maybe it has something to do with her being alone here. You're closing the door.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> You witnessed my lover and I having sex last week... Oh, I'm Mia, by the way. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>It was a bit of a strange transition but you adapt. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I'm $name. </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> It's nice to meet you... What was I saying... My girlfriend and I usually do roleplay when we make love. And a few days ago she asked me a question. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She pauses and takes a deep breath.</n3></b>
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<div class="balloon left">\
<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> She asked me if I really loved her. She said that she feels our lovemaking has become monotonous and always leads to the same thing. In the end it always ended up being a Mistress-Slave roleplay and sometimes I say mean things to her. And I always move hard and fast.
She actually said these things in a very polite and solution-seeking way, but... I, who didn't even realize all this, couldn't handle these comments and snapped at her. And the inevitable fight ensued. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|Sunday(4)4]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She continues with a confused expression on her face. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> She said she likes being the submissive one, but... Sometimes she wants me to make her feel my love. After it's all over, I return to my affectionate state. But during lovemaking I'm always in that rude mistress mode.
After sex I usually ask if I have gone over the line. She was pretending everything was fine so as not to upset me. But since I was asking about it, she was hoping that maybe I could figure it out on my own. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she turns to you with eyes pleading for help.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> How do I do that? I realized that I aim with all my energy to pleasure her and make her cum. But how can I integrate my love there? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun makes a brief comment in a rather disinterested voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> I'm not really interested in this. We can check another door or even a corridor if you want. It seems she needs some help, but it's yours... </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>At least you want to listen to her and help her a little bit. Maybe you could give her some advice. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Maybe you can lengthen the foreplay and express your feelings during sex? Like complimenting her? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia puts her hand to her chin thoughtfully, but something is clearly troubling her. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Whenever her moans get louder, whenever her legs start to tremble softly with pleasure, I want to speed up and make her feel even better... It doesn't feel natural to compliment her at that moment... It sounds really weird and incorrect when I say it from the outside. But I can't do it in the moment. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|Sunday(4)5]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With her head in her hands, maybe it's time to leave, you think. Just as you're about to turn, Mia suddenly looks up.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Can you help me? I feel like I need to practice. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You squint your eyes, confused. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Are you asking to-...? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She raises her hands in panic. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> You will only guide me. We will be acting for educational purposes. Yes, I'll use a strap-on, but I won't kiss you in the lips. I'll imagine you as her, and I'll practice. I want you to lead me. Please... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun speaks in a mocking voice. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunRight"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> What love can do to a Succubus, huh? </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> <cap>(If you walk away, you will not witness this storyline again and will check other corridors. You can choose accordingly.)</cap></n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[💬 So You're Saying As Long As We Don't Kiss, It's Not Cheating?|noCheat?1]]
[[💋 You Want To Make Love With Her, Accept The Offer!|yesCheat1]]
[[❌ Refuse and Leave the Room Without Prolonging|refuseCheat1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mia seems to have realized that what she said was a bit absurd. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> I'm not offering you this because I want you. I'm offering you this because I love her. But I need to get over my stiffness on this. Like couples therapy... Only, without her... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Giving up, she drops her arms. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> It may sound ridiculous to you. Maybe it really is. But I need this. I know I'm gonna screw up any attempt with her right now. And I'm not just talking about sex. I feel like even talking to her would have a bad outcome. Anyway, if you don't consent or don't want to be a part of it, there is no way I can force you. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[💋 Accept The Offer|yesCheat1]]
[[❌ Leave The Room|refuseCheat1]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A smile spreads across Mia's face as her eyes widen in surprise. She gets up excitedly and heads to a wardrobe where she begins to fiddle with something. Sun makes a brief comment.</n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Lead her as you wish. She already deserves anything bad that happens to her. Have a good time!</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia excitedly puts two pairs of high heels and panty hose on the edge of the white bed. Then approaches you. She's holding a Latex choker necklace. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> You can wear this instead of your cape. It will serve the same function without limiting your movements. Also, you can take everything off. We won't need it. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You start to undress together. You can see the bondage garment she's wearing underneath her clothes. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> That's how we usually start... Now we can change into what I've prepared. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You walk with Mia to the white bed. There's a bit of a weird mood. Mia has tried to break it by being talkative but if that's going to happen, it needs some time, it seems. You start to put the pantyhose on. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat2]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You leave the room without saying anything. </n3></b>
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<div class="SunLeft"><b>SUN</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> Good choice. If you'd stayed, you'd definitely have gotten yourself into unnecessary headaches.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You check the other doors. There's no ajar one. Looks like you'll have to try the other corridors. Maybe with Sun's help you can get through a corridor barrier. You go back to the main area. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Pantyhose feels quite soft and pleasant to the touch. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What do you usually do during this phase? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia thinks with a slight frown. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Like what? We usually get dressed and start making love. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You look at her and give her a slightly judgmental look.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Your lovemaking has already begun! This is when you should initiate foreplay. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia hums as if analyzing what you said. Seems like she's really only good for rough sex. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia stands up as she finishes getting dressed. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> What do you suggest? What would she like me to do? </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't know... You can approach her from behind, you can caress her body, you can rub your body, you can kiss her sensually on any part of her... Whatever you feel, whatever you want. If you have doubts, you can ask her. But be careful not to make things awkward. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> In her high heels, Mia's approaching behind you. You get a little excited.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mia puts her hands on your legs and starts moving them around. Soon her hands are on your breasts. As she lowers her hands, you catch her hands and make her run them over your legs and around your crotch. Then you speak in a low whispering voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Don't go for her tits right away. Caress her legs first. Then maybe her arms. Then maybe you can kiss her neck for several minutes. Make her feel that any part of her body is worthy of your affection. Let the breasts be one of your last stops. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just like you said, her hands start moving all over your body. You hold her hands again and slow them down. You require a few seconds to be able to talk. Her touch is strong and demanding. You accidentally let out a little moan.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Uhm... You could be a little slower. You don't have to move like you're in a hurry. Slower and deeper... Mhhh! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You moaned again at the end. The soft and eager squeeze on your upper thigh affected you greatly. Mia leans into your ear.</n3></b>
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<b><mi1> <i> Is that better? </i> </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Knowing that if you open your mouth you will moan again, you gulp and slowly nod your head in the affirmative. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She slowly moves next to you and sits you down on the bed. You really enjoy having your pantyhose leg caressed. But there is something else she missed from the beginning.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You should start complimenting her the most at this stage. Later, in the heat of the moment, you'll have less opportunity to talk. But now is the time. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> As she continues to run her hands over you, she speaks in a slightly insecure voice. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> What exactly am I supposed to say? </mi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Whatever you're thinking about. It could be about a specific moment. It can be something you like about her in general. You can even express how you feel about a certain action. It doesn't have to be a "compliment".
It might be a bit contradictory, but don't feel like you have to say anything. Just when you think or feel something, share it with her.</n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She nods quite confidently. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>I see... That sounds sensible. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her hands start to move only on your legs. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> It's wonderful to feel your soft skin. Just touching them requires me to hold myself back. It makes me want to fuck you until you burst into tears. I want to make you scream my name! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her hands around your body are preventing you from speaking easily. But you can see how her mind works. She's used to skipping straight to the main meal. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She presses her body between your spread legs and starts grinding. The warmth of her skin feels nice. Your hands slide first from her hair to her hips. Her bold eye contact made you blush a little.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia, probably unable to endure your touch any longer, wildly throws her body on you. You feel her lips on your neck. You lightly dig your nails into her back with a moan, trying to be quiet but failing. For a moment you felt her breath on your lips but she didn't kiss you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her hips move like she's fucking you. She lifts your leg and continues to rub against you. As your pantyhose rub against each other, you realize that you have both forgotten the advice you gave. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You try to pull yourself together and try to talk. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> At this moment... A compliment... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia presses her finger to your lip. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Shhh! I know... I know... Don't speak or I can't stop myself from... kissing you. I'll keep it in mind! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat7]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She can't hide her little growls either. She lifts her head and slowly crawls backwards. You've figured out what her target is.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're dying to feel her tongue on you. But before that, it would be more helpful to prolong the foreplay a little longer. You take Mia's arm and her eyes turn to you. You weren't sure what to say yet. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia spreads your legs wider and runs her hand along your inner thighs. Her hands touch your pussy briefly. You can feel that she's teasing you. Then she places a kiss. How good those warm lips felt... </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She gently pulls up your pantyhose and makes it rub against your pussy. But you feel her movements slowing down a bit. She must be thinking about something. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> How long should I keep this phase? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her hands between your legs drive you crazy, but you try to answer her by trying to hide it.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I can't say for sure how long it should last. Does she like oral play? </n1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Yes, she loves it. </mi1></b></div>\
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Then, go as long as you can. Keep going until she begs you. Yeah! Lick her till she begs to be fucked. It would be a simple and effective measurement. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat9]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're talking out of breath while Mia looks at you. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You need to stretch the foreplay. Rub against my leg! I want to feel your pussy in pantyhose! Make me feel my body precious and desirable! Pleasure yourself over me!... I mean on her... Make her feel her body is precious... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia follows your lead and grabs your leg and pulls her body closer. You feel the wetness of her pussy on your leg. Her hands continue to roam over your legs. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Mmhh! Your leg feels wonderful! I'm trying so hard not to taste you right now! While I use your leg, make sure your pussy's getting wet! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia is getting faster and faster against your leg. You didn't expect to enjoy it this much. The smooth sensation tickles a little, but it also ignites the fire inside you. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> You look gorgeous in these heels! It multiplies your elegance! I can't get enough of it! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat8(Foreplay2)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mia is picking up the pace. Now her moans are more loud than yours. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1>I think I'm getting close. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You watch her as she approaches an orgasm. Her pussy juice seeping down your leg into your pussy. It's driving you crazy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly you grab her by the knees with both hands. She stops and looks at you. You have a mischievous smile on your face. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I don't want you to cum yet. Now take care of me for a while. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A smile appears on her face too and you both giggle.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia has a smile on her face. You can see that she acts much more confident when you give her certain directions. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Until she begs, huh? So how long should I persist to make you beg? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You make brief eye contact. You avert your eyes with slight blush. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't know. You got no choice but to try. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> A sharp tearing sound startles you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Tearing a small hole in your pantyhose, Mia starts licking your pussy with confident tongue strokes. Your hands start to wander over your body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia clearly has experience in this. One long tongue stroke, followed by a quick flick of the tongue on your clitoris, followed by a kiss on your whole pussy and continuing in a chaotic way, prevents you from getting used to it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She looks up and asks. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> How much do I have to talk here? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You grab her head and press it against your pussy. You don't want her to stop. Slowly you're losing control too. It's questionable how experienced you are to guide her in the first place. As time goes by, you care less and less.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I don't know... At this point, your action should speak enough. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She makes a murmur that she understands and continues to lick you eagerly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Something feels different. Ever since her mouth touched you, you feel more aroused than you should be. It's been a few minutes and you're losing control over your body. Your legs are shaking occasionally. Your hips are moving back and forth. And the fact that these movements are suppressed by Mia's strong grip makes you even more horny.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Her hands reach for her high heels and grab the heel. With the momentum from there, she moves her head up and down, targeting your clitoris. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are at a stage where your eyes are closed and you are not even trying to hold back your moans. There is definitely something special about her mouth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Even though you feel good, slowly you start to want something more. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Keep this phase... as long as you can. Your mouth feels way too good. Mmhh! Please, harder! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia instantly slows down. You moan with slight frustration. Then she speaks briefly in a seductive tone.</n3></b>
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<b><mi1> You said I should make her beg. Now keep on moaning. I want to listen to that sweet voice of yours. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat13]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She slows down even more and starts using only the tip of her tongue. You don't see it, but she follows your reaction to her every tongue stroke with a smile on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> I'm not vocal enough because it still feels awkward to talking to you this way, but I have some ideas about what to say to her... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't even hear her. With your hands against the wall, you give yourself over to pleasure. But you want it harder! </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyRight"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Please, faster! Harder! Make me cum with your mouth! I want to shower you with all my pussy juices! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia slows down to a pace where she licks your pussy every few seconds. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> I will not speed up! But you can! Get your ass up! Rub your sweet pussy all over my mouth! Show me how much you want it! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lift your hips and start moving them up and down. Your only focus is to cum. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Show me how much you want it! Go faster! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[Continue|yesCheat14]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're having a hard time with heels. You can't accelerate as much as you want because you can't build up enough strength from your legs. And Mia doesn't seem to be willing to help you. You put your hands on your tits to refocus. You want to cum as soon as possible. Suddenly, Mia shatters your hopes. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Don't even think about it! You're not allowed to cum! You haven't earned it yet! </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Please let me cum! Mia, please! Please help me with your mouth! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia gives a cruel little giggle. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> No! Keep it up! I love it when you writhe for pleasure! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The strength in your legs is diminishing. There's no way you can cum this way. Your moans are growing more desperate. No longer moans of pure pleasure, but of struggle. Mia just sticks her tongue out and looks at you with mean and contented eyes. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Beg for it, my joy! Beg for whatever you want. I will hear you! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With little shreds of hope, you beg, feeling exhausted. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Please suck my pussy! Lick it! Finger it! Fuck it! Whatever you want! Just please let me cum! Please! Please, Mia! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia giggles again but says nothing. You continue your hopeless back and forth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mia grabs your tits with both hands as she brings her mouth a little closer. Even this small change feels so good.</n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> You can only cum while I'm fucking you! Prepare yourself! I'll attack that pussy with all my might! And you won't cum! Do you understand? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You heard her, but you keep moving your hips up and down with your eyes closed.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia pinches both of your nipples firmly. You snap out of it with a sharp shriek. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> I said, do you understand? You're doing great! I can't get enough of your pussy! But you won't cum now! Your final test begins. Get ready! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slows down again, then slowly gets up. You're still begging in a low voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Please let me cum... Please... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|yesCheat16]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You watch as she lubricates with her saliva the part of her strapless dildo she is going to insert into herself. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Maybe you shouldn't cum today. What do you say? </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can tell by her voice that she's teasing you. You smile. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I think I should. Don't you think you owe me that much at least? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After inserting the dildo, she puts on her pantyhose to make sure it's firmly secured. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> I know myself... If I get carried away too easily, please slow me down. </mi1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>I think she's fine with your pace and your intensity. Just make her feel your touch. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Mia comes back to bed, you can't help but get excited again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Mia starts rubbing the dildo against your pussy. The moment it touches you, you immediately realize. This dildo is not ordinary. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Bring your hand. I want to get your pussy wet again first! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You place your hand on the dildo and let it rub right against your clit. You let a little bit of your horniness take over and talk. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> You've already prepared enough with your tongue. Now you just have to fuck her! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia smiles. Then you feel the tip of the dildo on your pussy lips. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel the dildo in your pussy. And you greet it with a deep whimper. Mia's moving rather slowly. She clearly has some hesitation. But the dildo burns you with pleasure everywhere it touches. You already want her to speed up! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're lifting your hips. Mia's hands immediately grab you gently. You're thankful that she's picking up speed. You are already on the verge of losing it. You realize there's no way you can tell her to slow down, even though she asked you to. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She brings her body closer to yours and lowers your hips to the bed. Then she grabs your legs and lifts them until your knees are in front of your face. Her hands pressing on your leg are turning you on even more.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> [[Continue|yesCheat19]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You feel her hands on your ankles. Then she takes off your high heels. You can see her lustfully gazing at your soles. She starts running her hands over your feet. You feel caught off guard. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> What are you doing? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia keeps her eyes on your feet in pantyhose. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> I'm supposed to make her feel loved, right? Not suppress my other feelings. I didn't have much courage to do this. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She can't hold herself any longer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia presses your feet to her face and starts licking them. You can feel how eager her movements are. A long lick, small kisses and another long lick from heel to toe. Your focus shifts to your feet. It's a strange tickle, but it sure feels good. It feels even better that she's putting all her focus into it and seems to enjoy it. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> I can't believe it! It's perfect! Put it on my face! I want to be in constant touch with your soles! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She presses your feet to her face and speeds up. For a brief moment you almost forgot she was fucking you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She puts your feet on her shoulders and speeds up even more. You are moaning under her and definitely getting closer to an orgasm. You're ready to beg for it! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She presses on your legs and grasps your feet with her strong grip. Even though she slowed down, her small growls mixed with moans turn you on a lot. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With your legs on her shoulders, she leans over your body. Each blow hits you in the deepest. You make a brief eye contact and she immediately averts her eyes. But right afterwards she can't resist and looks at you again. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You see her biting her lip slightly. Then she slowly starts to move her head closer to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly your lips meet. Mia kisses you while she fucks you! You try to speak but she shuts you up. She briefly plays with your hair, looks into your eyes and kisses you again. Your lips respond to hers. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she moves down to your neck and starts kissing it. Your eyes are closed, focused on savoring everything you feel. If she doesn't care, you won't care too. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She lies on her side and puts one of your hands on her back. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Feel my back! Hug me! Press your body against mine! Dig your fingers deeper! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You follow her words without questioning. This position feels strangely intimate. Like two lovers making love. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You want to kiss her... You gather up your courage and press your lips to hers. She doesn't stop you like you feared! She kisses you back with passion. As your breaths become one, you speak softly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Make me cum... Make me cum screaming underneath you... Please... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Mia quickly straightens up and turns your legs around, bringing you to your knees. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> On your knees! Time to make you cum! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You do as he says with a smile you can't suppress. She takes off her high heels so she can fuck you with all her might. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Tugging your pantyhose, she starts to fuck you at high speed. You are so excited because you know you are finally going to cum. With your eyes closed, you moan loudly, waiting for Mia to give you permission. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>But you reached the edge much sooner than you expected! You can't help yourself and you start begging. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Can I cum? Please! I need to cum! Please let me, Mia! Aahh I'm so close! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You snap out of it with a pretty firm spank on your ass. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Sshhh! Begging will only make things worse for you. Because I love your begging! Shut up and wait for my word! </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She puts her leg aside and grabs your ass, fucking you with all the strength of her body. You're surprised you've lasted this long. All your senses are focused on her permission. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She presses on your back and pin you to the bed. You are completely on the edge. You rub your trembling feet on the bed. You try to hold on to the wall with your weak hands. But it looks like you cannot hold any longer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as you're about to let yourself climax, Mia's voice brings you back to yourself. Slightly bent over your ear, her voice is full of desire and compassion. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> Just a little bit more, my sweetheart... I want to cum together. You're doing so well! Just a little bit more... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Your legs are cramping. You grasp the bed and try to take your mind away from the point of no return. You'll try a little longer for her. But you know you don't have much time left. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You've already crossed your limit. Your body is so contracted that you are sure that with any movement you will completely lose control and cum. You attempt a last cry for help before you give yourself in. But you can't even scream. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Mia... M-miaa... </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The mouth against your ear finally speaks.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Mia is on top of you with everything she's got. She leans even closer to your ear and speaks very briefly in a whisper. Even though she whispers, those three letters echo loudly in your whole brain. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1><h2>CUM!</h2></mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Finally! You are completely paralyzed by the rising sensation all over your body. Instinctively you reach your trembling hand to Mia's, but you can't even manage to grab it. But Mia instantly responds to your demanding touch and takes a strong grip on it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>That hold is the last thing you remember for a while. You have a huge orgasm that lasts more than a minute. Do you scream? You don't know. Is Mia saying something? You have no idea. All you feel is the pleasure that has taken over your entire being. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can feel the kisses on your neck as you recover. You are still feeling overwhelmed by the orgasm. The dildo is still all the way inside you and it still stimulates you considerably. Mia kisses you ecstatically, rubbing her body against you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're still not in a condition to speak. Probably Mia kept fucking you while you were cumming and you had multiple orgasms. Mia gets up on top of you and lays herself down beside you. She's out of breath too. </n3></b>
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<b><mi1> It was an educational experience... I guess... </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Her hand is still running over your body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After resting for a while, Mia speaks while you get dressed. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>Mia</b></div>
<b><mi1> Thank you... I hope I can make things right the next time I see her. </mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You didn't have time to think in the heat of the moment, but she kissed you. Even if you assume that they are a couple who don't consider sex as cheating, her criteria for cheating has been met. Sun comments briefly. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> These are not things you need to worry about. We're not a species known for being faithful to our partners anyway. Here's a regular one...</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mia gets dressed too and sits on the bed. You can see the regret on her face. In fact, her body language seems to indicate that she's uncomfortable that you're still here. You quickly say goodbye and get out of there. You gave in to temptation too. You hope this won't cause you problems in the future. You start walking back to your room, exhausted but satisfied.</n3></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b>
<h1><cap>End of the Sunday Walks for v0.7</cap></h1>
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<b><n3>You stand in front of the second corridor. The only difference from the first corridor seems to be that it is paved with bricks. Just like the first corridor, there are countless doors on both sides. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You put your hand on the barrier. It doesn't feel like a very powerful one. Yet it feels distinctive and difficult to break through. Sun speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> A Succubus comes out of one of the doors inside.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>With both hands on the barrier, you are startled by a sharp gasp. It belongs to a red-haired Succubus coming out of a room at the other end of the barrier. Suddenly, she starts running towards you in a state of panic. In a surprised panic you take your hands off the barrier and take a few steps back.
The moment she realizes you are startled, she stops and raises both arms in surrender. </n3></b>
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<b><bia1>Please forgive my excitement! I was just going to help you get in. You... You're Mistress Lucy's special guest, right? </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You confirm her with your head. Redhead clenches her fists and excitedly jumps in place while throwing her fists in the air like a victor.</n3></b>
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<b><bia1>Yes, yes, yes! Please grant me the privilege of being your guide! </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As if there is no barrier there, she passes by and approaches you. She wears a Latex suit with blue patterns in places. Her suit contrasts strongly with her prominent red hair. She's studying you with curious eyes and her gaze is not something you can ignore. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>At first you were surprised by how effortlessly she crossed the barrier, but as she approached you, you noticed something. The energy emanating from her and the feeling you get from the barrier are almost identical. This barrier must be hers. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She's getting a little closer. She has a hopeful smile on her face.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are momentarily stunned by this unexpected question. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> Sure... You can call me that. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She emits a pretty potent aura. Without Sun's help, you don't think you can match her. She suddenly flinches like she has remembered something. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Oh! Forgive my rudeness. Please welcome inside. Do you mind if I help you so you don't have to bother with the barrier?</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're waiting for a response from Sun before you accept her offer. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1>Although her behavior is a bit strange, she seems sincere in her feelings and words. I don't think there'll be any trouble, and if something happens, I'm here. </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After your approval, Bianca approaches the barrier and looks softly at you. You step next to her.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1>Even though this barrier is made of my Lust, I am not the one who created it, so you need to be covered with my Lust, Mistress... May I? </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She lifts her head and gently puts her exposed throat around your arm. You have her in a headlock, but you are not applying any force. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Okay, now please tighten your arm and step through the barrier, Mistress. You don't have to hold yourself. In fact, please don't.</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You take a deep breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You put some force on your arm. That doesn't seem to be having much of an impact on Bianca.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1>More strongly, please. Don't hold back, please use all your strength, Mistress. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You imagine what's happening right now as an outside eye. Who knows how ridiculous it must look from the outside. You concentrate, take a strong breath and try again. It still has no effect on Bianca. What a tough body she has!
From the tiny groans you make and the way you're panting, Bianca seems to have accepted the situation. There is definitely a disappointment in her voice.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Well, then... We can do it in anoth-...</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly the heat from your sign spreads throughout your body and you tighten your arm with the strength you feel. Bianca can't finish her sentence because you're choking her right now. You notice a huge wave of Lust flowing out of her. It's feels like squeezing a sponge. Sun's crimson Lust blends with Bianca's and you walk through the barrier together, dragging her along. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After crossing the barrier, you loosen your arm and Bianca collapses. You couldn't have done this without Sun's help. As the intense Lust starts to wear off, you worry about Bianca's condition. Bianca gets up on her knees. She seems a bit emotional. She speaks in a tearful voice. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Thank you... You did not disappoint me, Mistress. Nothing less could be expected from Mistress Lucy's special guest... No one in this passage deserves you. Please accompany me today!</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Bianca stands up, you notice that her legs are trembling and she can barely keep her balance. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1>It's so embarrassing. I can't even stand up out of horniness. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She moves her hand to her throat and grasps it tenderly.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> The way you can make this throat helpless... I will be unconditionally aroused when I see you...</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She takes both your hands and gently lifts them. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1>Would you be kind enough to torment me, Mistress $name? </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Her gestures, words and energy arouse you too. You were looking for something to do anyway. Maybe you could try the thing Bianca had in mind. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I would like to try actually. </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Sun makes a comment. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/sun1.jpg"><b><a1> It would help if you speak more confidently. She's already charmed by you. Still, as long as she doesn't show any disrespect, I won't get involved. And if you need my help, feel free to use it.</a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[Continue|refuseCheat6]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> With a big smile on her face, Bianca gets closer to you. She puts her arm around your neck and speaks while looking into your eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Would you carry me to the room, Mistress? Please take me in your strong arms and lift me up. Please, Mistress, pleaseeeee.</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>With her arm around your neck, she vaguely plays with your hair. Although she begs in a spoiled way, she doesn't seem to make a move unless you say so. You can hear Sun chuckling. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With the strength spreading through your body from your sign, you reach for Bianca's legs and take her in your arms. Bianca giggles uncontrollably and swings her legs with delight. She moves her head closer to your neck and presses her lips. With little kisses up your neck, your lips meet. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Her energy starts to envelop you again. While you still have the strength to carry her, you enter the room she mentions. Biana has her arms around your neck and is busy showering you with kisses.
Once inside, your trembling arms can no longer carry her. Realizing this, Bianca quickly lands on the floor. Her overwhelming energy is affecting you seriously. Even with Sun's help, you can withstand being close to her for a very short time. Bianca speaks in a tone that tries to hide her frustration.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1>It's not working out, is it? Please don't force yourself... It's not about you. Very few can keep physical contact with me anyway. When I get excited, I can't contain my energy. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You notice that there are three Succubus inside. They are inside a cage and they look at you with great attention. Bianca looks around helplessly. Then she looks back at you with hopeful eyes. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca1.jpg"><b><bia1> Nothing is over yet! We can spend today in another way. As much as I would prefer you to leave me breathless with your strong grip, we can still do it another way. By playing a game!</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She ties her hair and wears a Latex mask. Then she pulls out a huge Latex dildo. It has straps on the sides for attaching it to the face. On the other side, there is a much smaller bulb-shaped piece. You can guess how things will go. She'll wear it and pleasure you.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Bianca suddenly takes the long end of the dildo down her throat. You look at her, bewildered. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Then she tries to tie the straps on the side. But you can see she's struggling with that.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Still struggling to tie it, she gags with the huge dildo in her throat. You can tell how badly she's struggling by the way her eyes shift uncontrollably upwards. The energy she emits also helps you recognize the moments when she's having trouble the most. This view turned you on more than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> No matter how much she tries to resist, she can't stand it and pulls out the dildo. She's already panting. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca2.jpg"><b><bia1> How pathetic! I'm suffering for not practicing for a long time... I apologize, Mistress! I will do my best to be worthy of you today. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Teary-eyed and red-faced, she finally manages to tie it. She opens the cage door and moves back to her place. Then she points to an alarm clock on a shelf. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca4.jpg"><b><bia1>The rules are quite simple, Mistress. This clock will guide us. I have to wear this dildo-gag periodically. These intervals are determined by the alarm sounds of the clock. And you can only touch your pussy while I'm being mercilessly choked by the dildo. You can touch your other body parts at any time.
And if you wish, you can hand over the job of pleasuring yourself by pointing to the slaves in the cage. You don't have to tire yourself. When the time is up, the alarm will ring and my breathing window will start. But here comes the exciting part. Your words have priority over the clock's alarms. So I am actually at your mercy.
How much breathlessness can I take to make you cum? How much breathlessness can you leave me to make yourself cum? It's a game where questions like these get more and more exciting as time goes on. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> The rules excite you considerably. Can't hurt to give it a try. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>After getting your confirmation, Bianca approaches you and gently grabs your wrist. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca3.jpg"><b><bia1> Please don't bother Mistress... </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>First one hand of yours, then the other, she eagerly shoves them in her mouth. She leaves both of your hands in her naughty drool. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca3.jpg"><b><bia1>If you need more, please do not hesitate. I'm all yours, Mistress. </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She carefully takes off your pants and sits you on a large, comfortable bed. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca3.jpg"><b><bia1> If you are ready, then let's begin Mistress</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Bianca sets the clock and takes her place. Then she takes the dildo-gag down her throat in one thrust. Just like before, her eyes immediately tear up and she starts gagging. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take a deep breath and slowly move your hand between your legs. But Bianca cannot resist and pulls out the dildo. She speaks in panic, her saliva dripping from her mouth.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/bianca2.jpg"><b><bia1>I'm so sorry, Mistress! I'll get used to it! I'll hold on next time! </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[⌛ Give Her Some Time To Rest|refuseCheat12(Rest1)]]
[[⛓️ Don't Allow Any Time And Command Her To Start!|refuseCheat11(Ruthless1)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She waits until the alarm beeps again. Meanwhile, you still haven't touched yourself. The alarm rings and Bianca puts the dildo-gag back in.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I want you to last longer this time! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Bianca nods, your hands find your wet pussy. With one finger, you slowly start stroking your clit. You are pretty comfortable, in contrast to Bianca, who is struggling in front of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The alarm is beeping. Bianca gives you a quick glance before pulling out the dildo. If you don't say otherwise, she will do it. </n3></b>
[[Let Her Breathe|refuseCheat12(Rest2)]]
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<b><n3> It annoys you a little that she can't hold on when she's just starting out. With a small gesture with your hand, she understands that you want her to put the dildo back in. Without hesitation, she shoves the dildo all the way back down her throat in one go. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1> I want you to last until the alarm rings! </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Bianca nods, your hands find your wet pussy. With one finger, you slowly start stroking your clit. You are pretty comfortable, in contrast to Bianca, who is struggling in front of you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The alarm is beeping. Bianca gives you a quick glance before pulling out the dildo. If you don't say otherwise, she will do it. </n3></b>
[[Let Her Breathe|refuseCheat12(Rest2)]]
[[💋 You Want Her to Hold On A Little Longer!|refuseCheat11(Ruthless2)]] </div>\
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<<set $BiancaRuthless to 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> Bianca takes out the dildo to catch her breath. The gaps of the clock alone are quite brutal. She's already out of breath. </n3></b>
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<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca5.jpg"><b><bia1> Thank you Mistress! </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>While Bianca rests, you run your hands on your inner thighs. You want to touch your wet and needy pussy, but it's also fun to resist. </n3></b>
[[The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat12(Rest3)]]
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<b><n3> Bianca looks at you, but your hand is still caressing your pussy. It's a strange sensation to know that she's looking at you with all her attention right now. Whether she breathes or not is entirely at your mercy.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You're looking into Bianca's eyes. She probably can't see you right now. You're moving slowly, as if to spite her, and relaxed, like you're in no hurry. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> hen you pull your hand away. But her shifted eyes can't let her know that you're taking your hand away. You let her know with a small sound and Bianca frantically puts her hand on the dildo that's choking her.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She's taking deep breaths with drool streaming from her mouth. You're wondering how she's going to continue if she's already struggling this much. You put your hands on your inner thigh and wait for the alarm. </n3></b>
[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat12(Rest3)]]
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<<set $BiancaRuthless += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3> As Bianca shoves the dildo down her throat, you move your hand to your pussy. This time you caress yourself with much firmer and more eager movements. </n3></b>
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<div class="LucyLeft"><b>$name</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/mc1.jpg"><b><n1>Entertain me! You don't want me to get bored, do you? </n1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Bianca shakes her head negatively and picks up a scrap of leather lying on the side. The sweet slapping sounds echo in the room as she strikes her cheeks sharply. That sound tickles your insides. You continue to stroke your pussy with a lustful smile.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> These blows must have drained her breath. Hearing her muffled gagging noises, you turn your gaze to her. </n3></b>
[[💋 Keep On Hitting!|refuseCheat11(Ruthless3)]]
[[⌛ Wait For The Alarm|refuseCheat12(Rest4)]]
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<<set $BiancaMercy += 1>>\<center><div class="message-bubble right">\
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<b><n3>She continues to slap her cheek with increasing difficulty. Every time she hits it, she makes a very slight wheeze. This must be causing her to use up a lot of breath. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The way she looks at you with desperate eyes arouses you even more. You continue to caress your pussy with delight before the alarm beeps. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With an alarm Bianca frantically pulls the dildo out of her mouth. She tries to recover with uncontrollable drooling and deep breaths. She barely speaks briefly. </n3></b>
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<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca5.jpg"><b><bia1>I'm too horny for this... I'm sorry... I'll get used to it!</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(Ruthless4)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You close your eyes and focus only on your own pleasure until you hear the alarm. Bianca's gagging accompanies your strokes. With the alarm, Bianca quickly removes the dildo. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As you watch the drool dripping from her plump red lips, you remove your hand from your pussy. You're giving her some time to catch her breath. But at this pace, it's gonna be hard for you to cum. You're not getting enough long intervals. She speaks out of breath, with great effort. </n3></b>
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<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca5.jpg"><b><bia1> Those in the cage... can ... help you Mistress... They are trained for this game...</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>All three Succubus in the cage stare at you with sparkling eyes. You turn your head to them and nod with a small motion. All three eagerly jump out of the cage and take up positions, two on either side and one in front.
You were lying in an increasingly uncomfortable position. One of the slaves gently grabs the back of your head and makes you lie fully on the bed. The one on the other side speaks gently into your ear. </n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"We'll adapt to you, Mistress. Guide us as you wish. Or let yourself go completely. It's all your choice."</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> [[The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp1)]]</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Even though she hasn't had time to catch her breath, Bianca inserts the dildo at the sound of the alarm. It is clear from her face how much she is struggling. But you don't see her at the moment. Two slaves on either side of you rest your head on their knees and gently rub your body.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> As soon as Bianca inserted the dildo, all three slaves acted in synchronized motion. The slave between your legs starts to lick you gently. The ones on either side of you start caressing your breast with one hand and rub it back and forth between your shoulder and neck with the other. Only after your own hand, the change was too sudden. You're writhing in place before you can even open your eyes. Even the hands on your body are too stimulating.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You feel a wet touch on your ear. One of the slaves caresses your ear with gentle tongue strokes. Then she speaks in a whisper. Her breath on your ear tickles your insides.</n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"The alarm will ring in a moment, Mistress. How about giving her some time? She seems to be struggling."</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You're in no condition to talk. You nod slowly. </n3></b>
[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp2)]]
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<b><n3>Trying to control her coughs, she inserts the dildo again with difficulty. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With your horniness rising, you stick two fingers in your pussy. You want to enjoy as much as you can in that time. While the rules sound fun, masturbation alone doesn't seem to be enough. Especially when you have to keep taking breaks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Just as you find your rhythm, you're startled by the sound of the alarm. You can feel yourself getting annoyed, even though Bianca has managed to endure it. These intervals are hard to hold her breath, but too short to enjoy an orgasm. Bianca must have seen your frown as she stares at you without removing the dildo. </n3></b>
[[Let Her Breathe|refuseCheat12(Rest5)]]
[[💋 You Want Her to Hold On A Little Longer!|refuseCheat11(Ruthless5)]]
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<b><n3>Gasping for breath, she pulls the dildo out of her throat. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She speaks out of breath, with great effort. </n3></b>
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<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca5.jpg"><b><bia1>Those in the cage... can ... help you Mistress... They are trained for this game... </bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>All three Succubus in the cage stare at you with sparkling eyes. You turn your head to them and nod with a small motion. All three eagerly jump out of the cage and take up positions, two on either side and one in front.
You were lying in an increasingly uncomfortable position. One of the slaves gently grabs the back of your head and makes you lie fully on the bed. The one on the other side speaks gently into your ear. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"We'll adapt to you, Mistress. Guide us as you wish. Or let yourself go completely. It's all your choice."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp1)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Bianca continues to endure because you didn't allow her. With her eyes shifting upwards, you don't know how much more she can take. Looking at her with cruel eyes, you caress your pussy aggressively.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Moaning like a wild animal, you suddenly remove your hand from your pussy. Bianca takes this as a signal and forcefully removes the dildo from her throat. Each time she looks more worn out and exhausted. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> She speaks out of breath, with great effort. </n3></b>
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<div class="BiancaLeft"><b>Bianca</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/bianca5.jpg"><b><bia1> Those in the cage... can ... help you Mistress... They are trained for this game...</bia1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>All three Succubus in the cage stare at you with sparkling eyes. You turn your head to them and nod with a small motion. All three eagerly jump out of the cage and take up positions, two on either side and one in front.
You were lying in an increasingly uncomfortable position. One of the slaves gently grabs the back of your head and makes you lie fully on the bed. The one on the other side speaks gently into your ear. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"We'll adapt to you, Mistress. Guide us as you wish. Or let yourself go completely. It's all your choice."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp1)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>At the sound of the alarm, all three slaves simultaneously remove all their touch. You squirm where you are, like you are in pain, but that's not the reason. Your body spasms as if it's craved of their touches. You're writhing with interrupted moans. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Your crotch is still squirming uncontrollably. The slave on your right puts her hand on your cheek and bends down to your ear.</n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"There's no need to hurry, Mistress. We're right here. We will serve you with everything we have."</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You try to recover with deep breaths. Even the hands rubbing your shoulders were burning hot against your body. The slave on your right acts as their leader. The slave on your left side moves between your legs and the one on your right moves right behind you. With both hands she lightly caresses your cheek. </n3></b>
[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp3)]]
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<b><n3>With the alarm Bianca takes the dildo back into her throat. And the slave behind you puts both hands gently around your throat. </n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"Do you want to get choked for every extra second she's breathless, Mistress? It'll add to the excitement."</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can respond to her only with a moan of pleasure. Two slaves licking your pussy with all their strength were able to prevent you from speaking. They are gradually suppressing you and taking control. None of the three are particularly strong. But they act together in perfect harmony. They also know how to arouse a body. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>As the alarm is about to ring, one of the slaves in front of you gets between you and Bianca. The alarm rings and Bianca looks at you. But she can't see you because of the slave between you and her. Your outstretched hand signals to Bianca that you want her to continue. You don't even realize that your hand is being controlled!
Suddenly your throat gets squeezed from both sides! You were already panting and now you can't breathe at all. Your vision blurs but the slave licking your pussy doesn't stop. You start flailing with your legs. You want to wrap your hands around the hands squeezing your throat, but you can't even feel your arms.
You have a choice to make right now! Either you let these three slaves be in control of things, or you put an end to their spoiled bravado right now! </n3></b>
[[💋 Give Them Complete Control Of You|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp4)]]
[[⛓️ Put Them In Their Place!|refuseCheat11(slaveBoss1)]]
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<b><n3> You can't find the strength to fight them... Or maybe you don't want to. As you begin to feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness, the hands squeezing your throat release and you breathe as deeply as you can. Your throat burns and your eyes water. All the touch on you has been completely cut off and now you are feeling a sense of deprivation. They need to do whatever they're going to do right now. They shouldn't be stopping right now!</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Bianca's having a hard time noticing everything that's happening to you. She thinks this extra time was decided by you. She puts her hand on her head as she takes deep breaths to recover. You're trying to catch your breath, just like her. There is a whisper in your ear.</n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"Can you bear to leave her breathless a little longer, Mistress? You seem strong enough to me."</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp5)]] </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your eyes open with hunger and fury. Sun must know what you're going to do by your thoughts. The intense warmth on your sign means she's with you. Without interfering, she only grants her strength. The pleasure you feel is still intense, but now you are in control of your body! </n3></b>
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<b><n3>With the energy you release, you instantly knock the two slaves unconscious. The one you want to teach a lesson to is the slave who's been choking you! It is clear that she did not expect such backlash. She opens her mouth to say something but you sit on her and start rubbing your pussy on her face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You'll put her in the cage she deserves, but first you'll cum on her face! </n3></b>
[[Continue|refuseCheat11(slaveBoss2)]]
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<b><n3>The moment the alarm rings, the slave who blocked Bianca's sight goes back between your legs. The familiar pleasure came back. But something is missing. Why doesn't the slave behind you do something. Why doesn't she run her hands over your throat or your shoulders? </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You hardly open your eyes. There's an eerie smile on her face, full of desire. Between your moans and writhing, you can't be sure, but it seems like she's just watching you. With extremely eager eyes...
The alarm rings and slaves remove all touch from you, indicating to Bianca that she can catch her breath. Again, you had no say in this decision. Bianca still doesn't know about it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> The slave, who has only been watching you since just now, gently puts her hands on your cheeks. She lies on her stomach and presses her mouth to your ear. She speaks in a whisper, though Bianca is not likely to hear her. Her breath on your ear tickles your senses.</n3></b>
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<b><b1><i>"We gave you time to catch your breath, Mistress. We're entering the final push now. But let's have a little secret. The game ends when I cum, not you, okay? But don't worry, I'll enjoy it. I'll cum for you too. Of course, if you can cum, we won't mind. Still, it has no influence on our game.
You can keep a secret, can't you, Mistress? If you disrupt our game, we might not be too happy about it. And then the alarm won't be able to remove my hands from your throat. We trust you... Play your role and get the fuck out of here!"</i></b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You can't find the strength in you to oppose her. You are both scared and excited by what you have heard. The only thing on your mind is that you want to cum too. You'll try to make it happen.</n3></b>
[[⌛ The Alarm Beeps|refuseCheat11(slaveHelp6)]]
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<b><n3> As soon as they hear the alarm, all three slaves quickly move into action. The slave who just whispered in your ear quickly gets on top of you and shoves her pussy in your face. You didn't expect this, but you're in no position to complain. Because the other two slaves are already between your legs.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>She starts to ride your face with a growing horniness that doesn't care about you at all. Soon you realize something. As the slave on your face speeds up, the other two slaves slow down. Because they too begin to moan with pleasure. The movements of the slave fucking your face are affecting them just as much.
It's making you a little nervous. Because you want to cum too. If the two slaves between your legs keep slowing down, the chances of that will be greatly reduce. Right now you're a helpless Succubus, dependent on them for pleasure. And it looks like you're gonna stay that way until their game's over. They've affected you enough that you can't even think of using your own hands. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>They don't care about the alarm ringing. One of the slaves climbs on top of you and tightly grips the face-fucking slave by the throat. Both with their eyes closed and focused on the orgasm they are approaching. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Bianca keeps the dildo in her throat, not knowing that she is going into the longest extra time of the whole game. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The moans of the slaves are becoming the only sound in the room. All three of them are paying less and less attention to you. Bianca thinks about how long this will go on. Her whole body aches and her senses slowly begin to fade. It's already been the longest extra time in the game. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You can tell by the sounds. They'll cum soon. Your face is being used mercilessly. And the only slave between your legs is barely paying any attention to you anymore. She too is overtaken by the intense pleasure she feels. Suddenly all three of them start trembling and screaming. They are cumming!
The two slaves on top of you collapse on the bed, their bodies spasming. Taking this as a signal, Bianca forcefully removes the dildo from her throat. If this had gone on any longer, she might have fainted. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You're lying there disappointed that you didn't cum. In fact, you might have if it had lasted a little longer. Realizing you haven't cum, the slave between your legs suddenly lunges at you. The slave whispering in your ear said we don't care, but you need to cum so that their actions don't get noticed by Bianca.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The most responsible one of the three, takes charge and raises your legs sharply. She still hasn't recovered from her orgasm, but she has to do it! Pinning you down to hold your feet, she presses her hand firmly against your mouth. Before Bianca recovers, she needs to make you cum! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> While quickly fucking your pussy with two fingers, simultaneously she strokes your clit with her tongue. She's quite agitated and in a panic. You were surprised, but you adapted quickly. You are grateful to her for doing this right now. The hand pressing against your mouth makes everything more intense. You spasm with a sudden cramp-like sensation in your lower body. Then you start to cum uncontrollably. You try to scream, but the hand on your mouth prevents it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Bianca removes the straps of the dildo-gag and continues her deep breaths. She can't contain the drool that is still flowing out of her mouth. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The moment she sees that the most intense part of your orgasm has passed, slave pulls all her touch from you. Your body goes limp like dough and sinks into the bed. Your whole body is still burning with pleasure and your spasms haven't stopped. You lie there with deep breaths, teary eyes and a meaningless smile on your face. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Right after she makes you cum, she forcefully gets the other two slaves, who are still lying on the bed, to their feet and approaches Bianca.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Bianca shushes her with a hand gesture ranging from “stop” to “shut up”. Her final breathlessness was perhaps the longest she had ever resisted in her life. If there had been even the slightest external stimulus at that moment, she probably would have cum. She is feeling quite nauseous... </n3></b>
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<b><n3>The slave nods and returns to the cage with the two slaves, tugging at her arms. After a short while Bianca stands up with trembling legs and takes off her mask. She was able to recover much faster than you as she is much more used to these conditions. She approaches the bed and throws herself next to you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You realize that Bianca has no idea what the slaves are really doing. They are playing their own game within the game and so far they have managed to remain undetected. During the game you couldn't resist them, so you decide not to reveal their secrets. Sun also recognized and respected your retreat. There were a few moments when you wondered if she would suddenly take control and cause havoc.
Bianca's presence next to you is quite intense. Since she hasn't ejaculated, she is filled with Lust energy at the moment and you feel more and more overwhelmed by it. You slowly sit up in bed. You are exhausted and need to rest. And you want to get out of here as soon as possible. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With Bianca's help you pass through the barrier and head for your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Bianca must be thinking you'll see each other again. Even if that happens, you're not sure you want to do anything like this with her again. Not with all these passages and all this rooms. You'd rather experience different things and be torn between different choices...</n3></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b>
<b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b>
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<b><n3>Bianca is watching you with great astonishment. But she knows she shouldn't interfere right now. She doesn't know the reason for your anger, but this sight has turned her on. Before the alarm sounds, she quickly takes her nipple clamps and attaches them to her erect nipples. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With the alarm ringing, Bianca eagerly puts on the dildo-gag. She watches you with growing horniness as you continue furiously fucking the slave's face. The clamps tugging at her tits when she moves makes Bianca realize that she is getting close to a huge orgasm.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>There is also a bit of jealousy within her. She should have been in that slave's place! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You continue to fuck the slave's face without letting her breathe. She's about to pass out from your overwhelming energy and lack of air. But you don't even care! If she faints, you just wake her up and keep going! </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You don't care anymore, but the alarm rings again. Seeing you not getting up from your slave's face, Bianca doesn't feel she has the right to breathe. She is imagining herself as that slave right now, and even that fantasy is making her insanely aroused. She won't take that dildo out of her throat, even if it makes her faint! She's too horny to realize how irrational she's gotten right now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>The closer you get to ejaculation, the more violent you get. You reach into her pussy and with your fingers you push her even harder. Her face, which you can rarely see, shows that you're doing a pretty good job of it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Your body's getting tired. You need to cum and get out of this cell that doesn't deserve you. You're frantically riding her face. When you feel the approaching massive orgasm, your face tightens. You give yourself completely over to all your feral urges and grab the slave's hair with both hands. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> With every last ounce of strength you have left in your lower body and your grip on her hair, you make every effort to make yourself cum. The wave of extremely intense pleasure spreading from your lower body to your whole body suddenly paralyzes you.
You throw yourself on the bed and scream with ecstasy completely unrestrained. Your hands are still gripping the slave's hair and making sure that her face cannot move away from your pussy. Her whole face is covered with your delicious pussy juice.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You don't realize it because of your climax, but Bianca starts to cum right where she is. As she too is enveloped in an unbearable vortex of pleasure, she removes the dildo that is choking her up to her throat and tries to catch her breath. She had never cum in this game before. But now she is having one of the biggest orgasms of her life, watching you mercilessly fuck a slave's face. She doesn't even have the air to moan yet. All her energy is spent on her deep, struggling breaths. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Her plump lips can't control the drool that escapes from her mouth. Her eyes are watering like crazy, her pussy is still torturing her with pleasure and Bianca is still burning with jealousy. She can't help thinking about how she would feel if she were in that slave's place. As her brain slowly starts to clear, she starts to wonder what made you so angry.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> She's unstrapping the dildo-gag. She still hasn't caught her breath. She talks out of breath.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You finally let go of the slave and stand up. Your legs are shaking, but you have no intention of looking weak now. As you walk to Bianca with a frown, you realize something. She has no idea that these three slaves are doing such things. They must be using her fading senses to their advantage as the game progresses. You were gonna take it out on her because you thought she orchestrated the whole thing. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You are in the middle of the room. You extend your arm towards the slaves and send out a pulse of crimson energy. The slave who has just been face fucked for minutes wakes up with blank eyes and gets up. She grabs the two slaves you knocked out long before by the hair and drags them to the floor and into the cage.
You pick up a towel you see on the side and approach Bianca. Then squat down and get eye level with her. Bianca is still panting deeply and her whole face is covered with her own saliva. You start gently wiping her face with the towel. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Bianca looks at you with shining eyes full of admiration. Like she's looking at a god. After you finish wiping, you examine her face for a while. You are quite peaceful and calm, having released all your anger and lust. You notice how beautiful her lips are. You slowly lean closer to her face and kiss her. Just her upper lip alone almost covers your whole lip. It didn't make you feel much. You just got curious and you went for it.
You sit up and look at the cage. All three slaves are unconscious in their deserved places. It's not like you were going to play the game by their rules. The cell is completely silent except for the clock that periodically rings the alarm. You slowly put on your clothes and walk back out into the passage. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> As you move towards the red barrier, you don't have many thoughts in your mind. You are exhausted and you want to return to your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You've used Sun's powers a lot more than usual. In fact, you're not sure you've ever used them this well before. In the chaos and excitement of the moment, you seem to have exceeded your usual control limitations. Now you will pay for it with a long night's sleep.
You reach for the barrier. You're not sure you can get through. You feel your lips burn pleasantly from the kiss just before. This barrier is pretty weak. It only has a unique key. And you feel you can imitate that key. Instead of thinking, you take a few steps with your eyes closed. You are on the other side of the barrier. Now you can go back to your room and rest. </n3></b>
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<b><n1>💋 Lust: -$lust</n1></b>
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<b><n3>She changes her pose and continues. </n3></b>
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<div class="AbellaLeft"><b>Abella</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella>I am aware of how much nonsense you are being subjected to. I stand behind hands-on education and I am working hard to make sure you get what you deserve! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She slowly turns around and looks at Milena.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella> Of course I am not judging Miss Milena here, she is giving you the curriculum she was assigned. She always goes above and beyond what's expected of her. Although she's softened a bit over time... </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Milena stares at the floor from the beginning. She doesn't seem very pleased with what she hears.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> One of the newcomer slowly raises her hand. Abella gives her her word with a nod. She stands up trembling with excitement and asks, her voice shaking.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Hi, Headmistress Abella! Umm... I was wondering, Oh! I'm a proud Venus by the way! I wonder if I'll be exempt from these trainings?" </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Abella tilts her head slightly and frowns, not understanding the question. The newcomer lets out a small cry of panic and tries to explain.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Because, uh... Jupiters aren't allowed in Mistress Milena's private lessons. So I thought that maybe I won't be accepted to these..."</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella is in shock, her mouth open, trying to process what she has just heard. Suddenly turns towards Milena, but then changes her mind and turns back towards the classroom. She starts to speak in a rising tone. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella10.jpg"><b><abella>I was not informed that Jupiters are not included in the private lessons! I've been trying for weeks to get you to add these lessons! If it hadn't been for my insistence, you would have continued with another Jupiter! And she would probably give much more importance to the other signs! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You can see she's really angry. Only Abella's voice echoes in the classroom. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella>Nobody worry! We'll treat you all equally! And we will prevent young Jupiters from turning into fake and pretentious egomaniacs! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>A couple of Succubus you think are Venus start applauding Abella. In a very short time, almost the whole classroom is filled with the sound of applause. Abella continues after calming down. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella>The two subjects we want to teach you are <i><ange1><u>Hips Enlargement</u></ange1></i> and <i><ange1><u>Anal Flexibility</u></ange1></i>. For this, we envisage two different Venus to be your trainers. But at the moment, we've only been able to get one of them accepted. I'd like you to introduce your anal flexibility teacher. </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Abella steps aside and the Succubus standing next to Milena greets the class. With blonde hair and a body a little too slender to be a Venus, she has a cheerful vibe. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy1.jpg"><b><proxy1>Hello Class! I'm Proxy! I will do my best for your education this year! </proxy1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Then she returns to her old spot. You were expecting a more detailed introduction. Abella continues.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella> Since becoming the Headmistress, I have been removing old Venuses from my circle and replacing them with young, dynamic Venuses. Proxy may be the most versatile and dynamic of us all. Don't let her current appearance and demeanor fool you.</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Proxy thanks her with a smiling face and a serious nod. Abella moves to the center again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella11.jpg"><b><abella> You are the most important ones in this academy! If we fail to educate you properly, all your future positions will be doomed to decay and corruption. You are not only learning how to grow your tits and ass! Of course these are also important!
But here you learn how to become a true Succubus! And the basis of this is to know the limits of your body and create your own path according to your interests and tastes. While claiming to be the greatest academy, we cannot afford to contradict ourselves! We cannot continue to act as if what Brittany says is the law!</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She seems to regret saying that last sentence, but she was too fired up during her speech and couldn't restrain herself. Nevertheless, everyone in the class, except a few, applauds Abella with all their might. You followed her energy closely but did not feel any attempt to influence the class. She seems to have achieved this turnaround with her words alone. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Aggressively and aroused, Abella pulls her dress up a little. It seems that she has no intention of losing this momentum. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Abella's ass starts to grow. As this continues, she turns her back to the classroom. Her butt got so big that it is straining her dress. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella8.jpg"><b><abella> They can reject all our attempts if they want! If necessary, I will personally become your hips enlargement teacher! But I'll get you what you deserve!</abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Just when the whole class is about to go out of control with ecstasy, Abella calms everyone down. All she had to do was raise her hand. This was the only time she used Lust energy on the class.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella8.jpg"><b><abella> I'm only here to inform you of what lies ahead. Anything I do from here on will be sabotaging Miss Milena's lesson. I won't contradict myself! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As she turns around and heads for the door, she suddenly stops and turns her head slightly to the right. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/abella8.jpg"><b><abella> We are also against every dormitory having a barrier! We are working on that too. Everyone will be able to enter wherever they want! Strong or weak! </abella></b></div>\
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<b><n3> She gives a nod to Milena and leaves the classroom with Proxy. Milena exhales deeply and sits down. After a few minutes she gets up and starts the lesson. In passing she explains that there will be no private lesson today and continues the lesson in a low mood. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>t's your first time in your new class. There's a strange excitement inside you. Abella's words seem to have resonated with the class. But the Proxy seemed like a bit of a passive type of character. She must be a skilled Succubus.
Soon Proxy enters the class. Her hair is blonde at the roots but increasingly violet towards the ends. Her body is a little different from the last time you saw her but she hasn't lost any of her fun vibe. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2>Hello, class! Welcome to Anal Flexibility 101! You don't have to call me Mistress Proxy constantly but I will not tolerate any disrespect.
I would like to explain how the things will go, but first I have informed that a few of you reported that you do not want to attend the class. Can I see how many there are? </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Four Succubus raise their hands. One of them, who seems to be their leader, stands up. </n3></b>
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<b><b1> "We don't accept this lesson!" </b1></b></div>\
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2>May I know why? Since such decisions are left to the teacher of the lesson, I will make the decision. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><b1> "I'm a proud Mars, like my friends. And we see Mistress Mariana's way as the way..." </b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Proxy stops her by raising her right hand. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> That's more than enough! You and your friends are not obliged to attend my class. We will find another way for you. If there are others who do not want to participate for the same reason, they can leave by showing their sign. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Apart from these four, there is also Ella raising her hand. They stand up and show their signs to Proxy. Just as they are about to leave, the Succubus, who has just spoken, turns towards the classroom. She seems to have a few things to say. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> It seems to be only these four. They stand up and show their signs to Proxy. Just as they are about to leave, the Succubus, who has just spoken, turns towards the classroom. She seems to have a few things to say.</n3></b>
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<b><n3><cap>(If you choose to listen to her, you will also see the other Marses who have decided to participate in this lesson.)</cap> </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Grabbing her penis, which is exposed under her dress, she shouts to the class.</n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Next year, if a Mars other than us chooses to join Mistress Mariana's side, I will prevent it. You don't belong there!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Proxy calmly intervenes.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Angry Mars doesn't even hear her. </n3></b>
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<b><b1>"Do you really call yourselves Mars? You're a disgrace!"</b1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>When Proxy was about to warn her again, she gets interrupted. She turns her head and lifts her dress a little. Her ass seems to be growing slowly and she doesn't seem to be in full control of it. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>She tries to warn her one last time, but this time she can't even hear her own voice. The angry Mars shouts at the class in a frenzy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Angry Mars starts yelling at the class about something you don't quite understand. After a few times of ignoring Proxy's warnings, Proxy starts to walk towards her. Even in heels, shorter than the angry Mars, Proxy grows bigger and bigger as she walks, and by the time she reaches her, Mars is at her chest level.
As she grew taller with every step, her ass grew bigger and bigger too. Seeing a hot and angry giant with crimson red hair in front of her, Mars ran out of the classroom in fear. You didn't care what Mars said, but seeing what Proxy can do excited you.
After the problem is solved, Proxy walks back to her old place. This time, with every step, her height, ass and hair return to their previous state.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy3.jpg"><b><proxy2>If Everyone Is Ready, Let's Begin! </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Probably everyone will call her Mistress Proxy all the time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Proxy claps her hands, then heads to the door. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> First of all, this won't be our classroom. We've prepared a classroom for a completely hands-on learning. Please follow me!</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Everyone stands up and starts to follow Proxy. After a short walk, Proxy stops in front of a door. You can see her excitement on her face. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> I hope you'll like it. We tried to make this place special for all your potential requirements. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Proxy starts walking towards the shouting Mars, but you realize something. She is growing! Even in high heels, she was shorter than the Mars, but her height and ass are growing rapidly with each step. By the time she reaches her, angry Mars is only chest-high to Proxy. Also, Proxy's hair, which was violet, is now crimson red.
With her right hand she grabs the penis sticking out of her dress and with the other hand she grabs the chin of Mars, who has not yet noticed her, and turns her face towards her. Mars screams when she notices her, but her voice is muffled by the hand on her chin. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy5.jpg"><b><a1>I remember I said I won't tolerate disrespect. If you've finished your show, stop bothering my students and get out! </a1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Mars, not expecting a giant Proxy in front of her, falls silent and tries to nod her head approvingly in fear. Proxy lets her go and Mars rushes out. She takes a deep breath and walks back to her old spot. This time, every step of the way, her body and hair returns to its former state.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>Probably everyone will call her Mistress Proxy all the time. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Proxy opens the door. Inside is a very large, spacious place, with countless sofas and double beds. Both the walls and the floor are covered with wood. It looks more like a huge hotel room than a classroom. But that's not the strangest thing about the room. It's is full of dildos! Every color, every size, every type...</n3></b>
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<b><n3> No one can even answer, they are too busy looking around. Everywhere you look, you see another collection of dildos. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While everyone else is observing the class, you are curious about something else. You ask Moon, hoping for an answer. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Moon replies in a voice of contempt.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>With a softened tone, she continues. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/moon1.jpg"><b><inner>At that time, even these things had an impact on your development and Sun loves this kind of crap... Just try to learn as much as you can. Your mastery of the different signs becomes more important as you progress. </inner></b></div>\
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<b><n3>As Moon's voice fades in your head, Proxy moves to the center of this large classroom and claps her hands again. Everyone slowly starts to gather around her. She grabs two huge, elastic dildos and starts swinging them around and playing with them. She seems to be having a lot of fun doing this. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> Today we will start with small exercises. First you have to recognize your own limits and gradually learn to... loosen them. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Suddenly she throws two huge dildos, dangling on both sides of her face, against the nearest wall. The ends of the dildos stick to the wall making a funny sound. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> Of course we are not going to use such things from day one. For a start, we'll follow a very controlled path. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She spreads both hands towards the crowd watching her intently. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You notice that Proxy starts to grow again. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> As you have seen before, I am experiencing my emotions a little bit intensely and it has effects on my body. And this classroom turns me on like crazy.</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Little moans escape her mouth, while her size and ass continue to grow. Soon she is too big to fit into her dress. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy6.jpg"><b><proxy2> I will guide you through the process. Since it is the first day, we will just make an introduction. Don't be nervous. Let's start because I can't hold on any longer. </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>The whole atmosphere of the classroom changes as the giant Proxy stands in front of you trying to speak in a trembling voice. Just the energy she radiates has already put everyone in the mood.
Proxy, with her giant body, starts moving towards a giant couch that is obviously made for her. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy6.jpg"><b><proxy2> First of all, everyone, grab a lubricant you like! Then move to the desired location and take a comfortable position... And everyone will take care of themselves. In the future, we will do things in pairs or in groups too.</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>After everyone has taken their seats, Proxy loudly speaks to the class. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy6.jpg"><b><proxy2>First take a deep breath in and out. Use more lube than you need. Take your time and start with one or two fingers! </proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Suddenly the whole class startles. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly the whole classroom echoes with Proxy's moaning. Even though she told everyone to take it slow, within seconds she's got her whole hand up her ass. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy6.jpg"><b><proxy2> Yess! All the way downn!! You should not feel any pain. Relax and focus on pleasure! Move at your own rhythm!</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3> Few minutes later, almost everyone in the class started playing with their asshole. Some already have a few fingers in, others not even a finger in. Meanwhile, at that time you are engrossed in watching Proxy, while circling around your lubricated hole.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You insert a finger into your hole that's begging for it. Even that feels quite intense because there's a group of Succubus fingering themselves in an enclosed space. The energy that everyone radiates mixes together and creates a much more intense atmosphere than usual. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>While fisting her hole in pleasure, Proxy gets on her knees and starts shaking her ass while pounding her asshole. This creates waves of energy that can be sensed in the whole classroom, and the moans immediately arise. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You stick the second finger in your hole that begs for more. It gives you a strange pleasure to give less than what your body wants. Your whole body joins in the experience and it grows inside you like a fire. You definitely want more, but you'll endure for a while.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> Proxy changes her position and glances around the classroom and starts to speed up. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Suddenly two students shout <b1>"Yes Mistress!"</b1> with all their might. You look where the sound is coming from. You see two Succubus bent over on a double bed. Not only can they put all their hands up their ass, but they move in sync with each other. Even if you are a little distracted, the sight turns you on. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Proxy must be getting closer. You might want to pick up the pace. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You insert the third finger in. Now your body is starting to spasm. The strange sensation you felt deep inside is getting bigger and bigger and it feels.. good! It's a sensation you can feel all through your body, intensifying much faster than you expected. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Proxy is now pumping her ass without holding back at all. She bangs on a little button on the wall. Unsure whether she could press it or not, she punches the wall a few times and shifts her focus back to her ass. After pressing the button, a light pink, transparent layer appears between students and Proxy. It looks like a simple Lust Barrier.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>You prepare yourself and insert the fourth finger into your stretched hole. It's already so loud that you scream without holding back, mixed with pleasure and pain. Four fingers seems to be your current limit. Inserting the last finger means that your hand will be involved and you are not ready for that. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>These thoughts are interrupted by a scream that overpowers all the voices in the classroom. On the other side of the barrier, Proxy starts to cum in a ecstatic state. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Within seconds, she recovers and inspects the classroom with a tired smile on her face. Yet she doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what she sees. After closing her eyes and licking her lips, she slowly brings her hand to the button. Before pressing the button she says something but no one hears her. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> The light pink Lust barrier starts to disappear. All the Lust energy accumulated inside by the Proxy's orgasm is ready to be released into the huge class. But Proxy seems to want to turn things up a notch.
She starts shaking her huge ass. As the barrier disappears, all the Lust that has accumulated inside hits the classroom like a storm.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You were already close but with this sudden wave of Lust you instantly start to cum. Pleasure takes over your whole being and you cum multiple times. You can't hear anything without moaning. The whole class is desperately ejaculating.</n3></b>
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<b><n3>After it's over, you just lie there for a while. You can't move your body, feeling like liquid. Proxy lets out a tired laugh. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy2.jpg"><b><proxy2> It might have been a bit much. I said it was only an introduction, but I couldn't help myself. I was counting on the class being big, but apparently it is not big enough.</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3> After you recover a bit , you lift your head and take a look. Almost all of the class lies unconscious. Their bodies are still convulsing and panting with pleasure. A few Succubus have managed to stay conscious, but their eyes are completely blank. They need at least a few more minutes. You notice that Proxy continues talking and you switch your attention back to her.
Proxy finally stops shaking her ass. She licks her fingers and sniffs her hand.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy3.jpg"><b><proxy2> Hmmhf! I love that smell. You know, my hand is overflowing with Lust right now. Want me to show you?</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You are probably the only one who can process what she says. But she continues as if the whole class is listening to her. She reaches over and grabs a butt plug. Even though it's quite big, it looks small in the hands of the giant Proxy.
Laughing to herself again like a drunk, she holds the plug on its end and raises her arm to the ceiling. Butt plug suddenly shoots out of like a missile and starts bouncing all over the classroom. The flying plug stops after hitting a Succubus lying on the couch. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/proxy3.jpg"><b><proxy2> See? I barely even applied any force. But of course it is a temporary enhancement. The Lust in my hand is fading as time passes. A Saturn could maintain this energy for much longer. But they don't have the ass to charge their hand that much, Hahaha!</proxy2></b></div>\
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<b><n3>Proxy is starting to return to her former size. Now you feel better too. You sit up and look around again. Someone screams with joy. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Proxy's suddenly stands up. She must have just realized she's gone too far. She mutters quietly. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Proxy is now back to her original size. She sits in her couch, which is now too big for her, and starts to think. The door opens slowly and someone speaks. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> Headmistress Abella is standing in the doorway. She has both arms outstretched in anger and shouts in a voice full of rage.</n3></b>
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<b><n3><h1><cap>End Of The Venus Lessons For v0.7 </cap></h1> </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. You see two succubus on the bed. One Succubus sits on the other's face and moans loudly. The bottom succubus has raised her legs and her feet are held by the other succubus.
As the blonde Succubus accelerates, swaying her hips, the brunette succubus grabs her ass with her hands, sticks her pussy in her mouth and they accelerate in harmony. They don't seem to notice you, but you leave without risking it.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></n3></b>
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<b><n3> The door's ajar and they don't seem to notice you. When you enter, you see two Succubus arguing loudly and fingering each other. Before you know what they are arguing about, they notice you. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You walk out as the moaning gets louder and louder. You still don't know what they are arguing about. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There are two Succubuses in there, one fingering the other. The fingered Succubus sits at her desk and is leaned against the wall by the other Succubus. As they are both focused, both looking at the event taking place, you realize how harmonious they are.
Their Lust energies are literally one and they are in a bond that they don't even need to speak. The energy that radiates makes you as peaceful as it turns you on. You don't want to distract them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. You see a Succubus sitting on the floor in front of her bed, masturbating. Near ejaculation, her moans get louder and louder and she squirts. The sight of a Succubus panting and shivering in pleasure turns you on as well. You'd love to lick clean her juicy pussy right now.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There's no one in sight. Then you notice the sound of running water behind the loud moaning. You take a small risk and make your way to the bathroom. One of the two succubus is pinned against the wall and is being fingered vigorously. She begs her to slow down, but other succubus seems to have no intention of that. You leave the room to avoid distracting them.</n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There's three Succubus in there. Two Succubus are lying down and obediently offering their pussies to the other The Succubus above is licking one pussy and playing with the other's pussy with her hand Succubus. While the Succubus being licked is enjoying the moment, the other succubus is making little pleas for her to be licked too. You leave the room to avoid distracting them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b></n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There are two Succubuses in there, one fingering the other. The blonde leans the brunette against the wall and holds her by the hair. Brunette Succubus is in pleasure and panting. You can feel the Lust Energy concentrated in the blonde Succubus' hands. The brunette is in pleasure and panting. As they feel each other's breath on their faces, you realize how beautiful they are and feel that you shouldn't disturb them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. At first you don't see what is happening, but then you realize that the sound is coming from the bathroom , which door is ajar. Eyes locked on each other, the two succubuses are having an intense moment over their bathtub.
One fucks the other with a strapon and they moan loudly. The occasional kisses makes it all the sexier. You feel like joining them, kissing them both passionately, playing with their pussies and feeling their lust energy. But then you decide not to interrupt them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. Two Succubuses leaning on a bunk bed, scissoring each other. You realize that there is a Succubus sleeping on the top bunk and you assume that these two are trying to do it secretly. Even though you can hear the moans from outside, the succubus on the top bunk continues to sleep peacefully. The difference in size between the two scissoring Succubuses makes the scene much more interesting.
As you watch with interest, the petite blonde Succubus notices you and gestures with her hands for you to be quiet. The atmosphere in the room is much more intense than usual as both of them are trying to suppress both the sound and the Lust they are emitting. Probably the succubus on the top bunk is not waking up because of her wet dreams. Soon after you leave the room with your wet dreams. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There are two succubus inside and one is licking the other's pussy. The Succubus doing the licking has pinned the other Succubus to the floor with her feet and she' s holding her from behind. Succubus on the ground begs her to slow down, but it's clear that's not going to happen. You leave the room to avoid distracting them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. You see two Succubus on bed. The first thing you notice is the passionate licking of a pantyhosed feet. As she licks her foot, you realize that her hand is also playing with her pussy through the pantyhose. An unexpected and arousing sight. You leave the room to avoid distracting them. </n3></b>
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<b><n3><b><n1>💋 Lust: +20</n1></b> </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You crack the door wide enough to peek inside. There are two succubus inside and one of them is fucking the other with a strapon. Blonde tries to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from making too much noise, but she is not doing a very good job. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>Other Succubus lets go of the blonde's hair, comes forward and locks her hands over her mouth. When the noise dropped off significantly, she picks up the pace and starts fucking her even harder. In the end, the noise remains unchanged. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> You take your food and sit at an empty table. The food here never disappoints you. You feel more energized after eating.</n3></b>
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<b><n3> <b><e1>⚡️ Energy: +15</e1></b></n3></b>
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<center><b><n1>╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍</n1></b>
<a data-passage="Corridor"><img src="img/places/menu/newcomers2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a> <a data-passage="DormRoom"><img src="img/places/menu/dorm2.jpg" class="rounded-image" width="10%"></a>
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<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3>You touch to the glimmer and it turns into a photograph in your hand. Afterwards, it transforms into its former form and starts to make its way to the box in your room. </n3></b>
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<b><n3> After a little more rest you feel much better and sit up straight. These things don't have as big an impact on you as they used to. Then you remember your sign when you were controlling the Latex pile.
It bothers you a bit that there will be a detailed report of everything that happened here. Summer's approaching you.</n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> Feeling better? </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You nod slowly in agreement. Summer sits down next to you and starts stretching calmly. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1> I got my old position back. A few succubus left with this news. Mistress Lucy's departure from The Center was accepted under certain conditions. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3> You wouldn't think Summer was that flexible. Sometimes she poses in such a way that it looks like she's trying to show off. But you can tell by the tone of her voice that this is not the case. She must have noticed your gaze. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>I stretch when I feel nervous...
There were many conditions, but one of them was that the Center would be free to recruit any Succubus who chose to leave Mistress Lucy, and we could not object. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She says a few names, but Madalyn and Angela catch your attention. Summer seems really worried. Again, you see a side of her you didn't know. You don't quite understand why she shows you such vulnerable sides of herself.
Knowing that she has worries too, and watching her stretch her body, relaxes you too. Summer taps your leg reassuringly and stands up. </n3></b>
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<img src="img/profiles/summer7.jpg"><b><summer1>You did a great job. Harley could have been harmed if I wasn't there, but I didn't expect you to use all that Latex. </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>She continues with a smile. </n3></b>
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<div class="SummerLeft"><b>Summer</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/summer8.jpg"><b><summer1>But I was there. Anyway... You can go back to your room. Be safe! </summer1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You lie back down and look around the room. There are pieces of re-solidified Latex everywhere. Harley left the room before Summer. She's probably already working on her report. You take one last deep breath and stand up. You can go back to your room.
<b><c1>✊ Control: +1</c1></b>
<b><e1>⚡️ Energy: -$energy</e1></b></n3></b>
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<b><n3>You pay attention to the lesson and listen to Milena. </n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>
Spirit animals are really a huge subject in itself. The biggest reason for this is that each Succubus' relationship with her spirit animal is unique to her. The most profound work on this subject has been done by Moon Headmistress Dee. And after spending years and years, she came to this conclusion. There will always be something to learn about spirit animals unless we study and document each Succubus' relationship with her spirit animal to the very depths. But of course this is a saying about mastering one hundred percent of the issue.
We can start with what Headmistress Dee has proven.
The distribution of spirit animals is not in direct proportion to their distribution in nature. If it were, most of us would have an insect spirit animal, and most of them would be a type of beetle.
It matters very little how strong or weak your spirit animal is in nature. So you don't need to feel discouraged if you don't have as cool a spirit animal as you expected. And that's not something to console younger Succubuses.
It's a bit strange, but what your spirit animal is capable can include their physical abilities in nature, it can also include the traits that we have attributed to them, that they have become symbols for. It is an area in need of more research and compliant research subjects.
An animal's weaknesses in nature can be a great strength of a spirit animal. Research on this topic is ongoing and it is very difficult to find suitable candidates. Because in order for such abilities to emerge, a Succubus must be above a certain level, and she must have reached this level by practicing her spirit animal. But if we generalize, those in this section are in the minority. It only proved that it is possible.
Spirit animals can basically be divided into three categories. Those who can strengthen your technique, those who have the same technique as you and those who have a completely different technique from you. To discover this, you need to practice constantly with your spirit animal and make a long-term effort to develop an understanding of it.
The function of spirit animals has changed considerably over time. From the beginning of our species, spirit animals have been used as a wild card. Especially in times of war... No one would show anyone their spirit animal, no one would talk about their capabilities. Especially a couple of generations ago, there are a lot of Succubus who are reluctant to show their spirit animals even to those closest to them. You may also know the stories of warriors who slaughtered anyone who saw their spirit animal on the battlefield. This hesitation varied according to their dependence on spirit animals in battle.
At the same time, there were those who announced their spirit animals to the world without hesitation. Even those who used spirit animals as names. I don't know how accurate it would be to generalize, but these examples are either those who almost never use their spirit animal and want to establish mental pressure or insane individuals who had made the spirit animal their main technique and were afraid of no one.
For some time now, our need for such things has been quite diminished. Now new generations openly tell their signs and spirit animals as they meet each other. It can even be said to be a way of showing off from a different perspective. It's a way of saying <i>"I've already manifested my spirit animal."</i> Especially if they think they have a cool spirit animal, they can talk about it endlessly. I hope I didn't offend anyone. Of course, anyone can speak the way they want. But keep this in mind. The real-life competence of your spirit animal means almost nothing.
Let's look at the intraspecies variation of spirit animals. There are many kinds of every animal. They are mostly divided according to their physical characteristics. Like their color and size. It would take too much time to list them one by one, as possible combinations of each characteristic are possible. To avoid confusion, I will continue with examples from animals.
You can have one little cat. You can have a huge swarm of bees. You can have a flock of frogs with many different species. You can have one huge snail. You can have hundreds of the same animal, you can have different species of the same animal, or you can have only one of one species of an animal.
The only binding rule here is that you can only have one animal of a class. So you cannot have a dog and a bird at the same time. If you have manifested a dog, different types of dogs may appear in the future. But no matter how hard you try, you cannot manifest a fish, a bird or a cat.
One of our myths famously says that from the moment each Succubus is born, the impact she will leave on the world is determined. The ones who will make the deepest impact will be the incredibly exceptional ones who have more than one kind of spirit animal. However, we have yet to find such an example, which suggests that this is probably not accurate.
Maybe you've noticed. The spirit animal of almost none of our Headmistresses is publicly known. The exception is Headmistress Brittany with her magnificent peacock. She has no qualms about revealing her spirit animal even while dancing. Which explains the ceremony on the first day. Headmistress Brittany initiated this ceremony. She wants all the newcomers to show their spirit animal in front of everyone and cherish it. Of course, not all newcomers may have revealed their spirit animal beforehand. The natural emergence of spirit animals is the ideal. But with Headmistress Brittany's flawless Lust control, we can mimic this process with almost zero risk. Rarely, some complications may occur... But we can say that it is a very risk-free method.
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<b><n3>You pay attention to the lesson and listen to Milena. </n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>The use of Lust barriers has been very frequent and important since the very origin of our species. And it's actually a core ability that all Succubuses possess. But almost none of you are capable of it, and almost all of you will not improve it into a functional form. The reason I say that is simple. Just because we all have it doesn't mean it is easy. This is actually a defense mechanism that we hold as a trump card. I hope none of you will ever be in such a situation because it's a capability that you can activate without realizing it, in actual life and death situations. But there are also gifted Succubuses who have taken this ability under their control.
You know that there are dozens of barriers in our academy. Many of them were created a long time ago. The reason they still exist is that they are periodically fed Lust energy to replenish their endurance. Before I continue I would like to explain why it is so difficult and rare to be able to create and maintain a Lust barrier. The biggest reason for this is that it contains the most difficult component among the general techniques. The materialization of Lust energy. It is an incredibly difficult thing to give your Lust energy a tangible form and make it capable of physical interaction. Unfortunately, this is not something that can be acquired through practice. You can get to a certain level, but even that will be below what we can call the beginner level. You can materialize your Lust or you can't. This is something that is evident at a very young age and you don't have a decision about it. And a Lust barrier is simply materialized Lust energy. That's why I said we all have this ability. In fact when you create a wave of Lust, for a very short moment, it can be called a Lust barrier. But the decisive part here is to be able to stabilize and sustain this energy.
But those gifted with this ability are not as lucky as you might think. Although they are prone to Lust materialization, it takes a lot of practice and time to master it. Materialized Lust loses its basic characteristics. You could say it becomes diluted. So all beginner-level Lust barriers are almost the identical. Adding a feature to a Lust barrier is a very, extremely tricky challenge. And if you meet the relatively young Succubus who can do this effortlessly, you can assume that she is a born genius.
Another thing is that we don't know who created the main barriers in our academy. We can determine that the main barriers surrounding all the dormitories were all created by the same Succubus. But we are not sure how this is even possible. The same barriers are also present in the dormitories of Yukitumos Academy. In fact, one of the reasons why Umesatraa and Yukitumos Academy are ranked one and two is because of what this mysterious Succubus and possibly her crew have contributed in the past. There are two main speculations on how a single Succubus could have created such a variety of barriers. Either she was an Earth that could replicate the energies of all signs, or it was someone that could create a barrier with the energies of other Succubuses. Of course, since all signs have the ability to create barriers, this Succubus' sign is purely speculative. But judging by the basic characteristics of the signs, the most probable is that she was an Earth. It is another great mystery that such a Succubus lived and achieved all these things, yet there are no records of her.
I think we have gone into enough detail. We can call it a day. Thank you for listening.</mi1></b></div>\
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<b><n3>You pay attention to the lesson and listen to Milena. </n3></b>
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
<img src="img/profiles/milena1.jpg"><b><mi1>The most popular sign of the four academies and perhaps of the Succubus world. <i><b1>Pretentious Jupiter! </b1></i> You probably would have guessed that even if I hadn't told you. I'm a Jupiter, and I'm proud of it. So what distinguishes Jupiters from other signs? Let's explore that a little bit.
Before we start, I would like to remind you that what we are going to talk about is a generalization and does not define every Jupiter. As you know each sign has a special connection with a part of the body. They can control that part more effectively and it is the most efficient part for using Lust Energy. For Jupiters, this part is their breasts. This is why it is much easier to recognize a Jupiter than any other sign. But this is losing its relevance with the passage of time. This is because large, even gigantic breasts are increasingly coveted by other signs too.
Since the popularity of Jupiter and Venus is a topic for another lecture, I will pass it by. Let's take a look at the general characteristics of Jupiters. Jupiters like attention. They are proud of their bodies and like to display it. There are many Jupiters who make the size of their breasts a matter of pride. It is important to keep a healthy boundary in this regard. They usually have strong bodies. They possess a great Lust reserves. Since they can gather a lot of energy in their breasts, they can spread this energy throughout their body when needed. They tend to experience emotions in extremes. Spending long periods of time with them can be tiring. They can create the effect of looking directly into the sun. Especially if you have a slightly calmer nature, a demanding Jupiter will mentally drain you in a very short time.
Maybe you've heard this expression before. If you don't like a Succubus in the first five minutes, you can assume that she is either Jupiter or Mars. That's just a joke, of course. You are all deeper than the stereotypes of your sign. Still, these generalizations are also the result of a lot of real life situations.
Obviously Jupiters are not egomaniacs you suffer to be around. They are usually very positive and supportive. They are ready to do a lot for their loved ones and they do it without expecting anything in return. Simply put, they are fun and helpful. Because of their nature to easily get bored with any routine, they tend to always chase new experiences. This can also make every moment spent with them feel special.
Actually, if you want to have an idea of Jupiter as a sign, perhaps the first example you should look at is Headmistress Brittany. She is able to attract the attention of the entire world and she loves it. Any one of you can approach her and ask her anything. You can share something that is troubling you. Without caring about your sign, she will help you with her warm smile. In fact, she spends a lot of time in the Newcomer's Dormitory. Maybe you don't realize it because you are used to it, but having her around us is a huge blessing. Her mere existence is enough to be proud to be Jupiter. Figures like her have appeared and will continue to appear in other signs too, of course. But I'm not sure if there will ever be one as glamorous as her.
Always keep in mind, our complex personalities will always be greater than these definitions. But knowing the basics about a sign won't do you any harm.
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Let's talk about a sign that is much dimmer than it deserves to be. <i><inner>Simple but Majestic Moon.</inner></i> Some signs are spontaneously attention-grabbing. Some want to be attention-grabbing and make an active effort to be so. Others are much more nonchalant about these matters. Moon may be the least pretentious sign. Keep in mind that some of the things I am going to tell you are only generalizations.
The dominant part of the Moon's body is their vagina. This is a very defining characteristic for them. Because it is not always easy for a Moon to concentrate Lust energy in any other part of their body. The vagina is a sensitive and sexual area in all Succubuses anyway. Therefore, unless a Moon makes a particularly great and constant effort, she will get used to always gathering her Lust energy mainly around the groin area. And in order to maintain large breasts or big hips, you need to be able to concentrate and conserve energy right there. Therefore, Moons below a certain level generally have more, umm, slim bodies.
But the positive outcome of this situation is the Moon's innate deep perception of Lust. Because they don't gather their energy elsewhere in their body like other signs, their relationship with Lust Energy is very different from what we can comprehend. This does not mean that all Moons are stronger than other signs. It shows that they have a much deeper relationship with the energy that is our source of life. The old myths tell us that the first Succubus was actually a Moon. We also have many stories about the ideal Succubus as a Moon. Yet despite these grandiose narratives, such rhetoric does not impress them as much because of their indifference to attention. They emphasize that these are just tales and there is no point in exaggerating them.
You probably don't know her and probably won't meet her, but I suggest you do some research on Moon Headmistress Dee, who is a pretty huge figure. As a Jupiter, you may have noticed that I don't fit the stereotype of a Jupiter personality. In addition to my innate features, Headmistress Dee played a big part in this. She may be the greatest educator of the four academies. For me, certainly she is, but I say that out of respect for the other Headmistresses. She is also the mentor of Jupiter Headmistress Brittany. They met long before Headmistress Dee became a teacher here, and since then she has been a brilliant Succubus who has mentored hundreds of big names, including Headmistress Brittany. I know some things about her life before she became a teacher, but it would not be appropriate for me to share them. If I wasn't a Jupiter, I would definitely want to be a Moon. I would also advise you to ignore any negative comments you might hear about Headmistress Dee. There is a good chance that you are dealing with a parrot who doesn't know what she is talking about.
Well, let's move on. What are the benefits of this altered perception of Lust? Unfortunately, I cannot explain this fully. But we can summarize it as follows. They can grasp a technique much faster and they can go much deeper into it. Think of our Lust Energy as a play dough and the better you can shape it, the better forms you can create. Moons will have the most flexible dough and the most skillful fingers. Yes, they would have had more dexterous hands than Saturns. I'll explain why in a lesson where we take an in-depth look at the sign Saturn. But there is another downside here. Moon may be the sign with the lowest Lust reserves. So the sign with the least playdough will also be Moon.
Also, just because they don't need outside attention and validation doesn't mean that external factors don't affect them at all. Sometimes they may not communicate when they need to, they may avoid asking for help, and they may isolate themselves excessively. By replaying things over and over in their heads, some Moons tend to unintentionally sabotage themselves by overthinking very simple things. Or they may miss some opportunities due to shyness, and miss future opportunities due to magnifying things in their heads without realizing it.
Deep, sensitive, reckless, simple and majestic. With a character type based on such contradictory expressions, some simple events can feel like a matter of life and death for a Moon, while some very complex things can feel like child's play. It is a sign that I find very interesting and I think deserves more attention. Even though they would not prefer the attention of a Jupiter who finds them intriguing. Still, we are lucky to have them.
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
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Now let's talk a little bit about the rebellious child of the family. <i><wil>Prideful Mars!</wil></i> What distinguishes a Mars from other signs is the body part it is associated with. A penis! A Mars can grow a penis and can regrow it at will. So they have two sexual organs available on demand. I would like to remind you that they cannot have both at the same time. One of the two. But almost all Mars prefer the penis. And they tend to put a great deal of pride in it. They are often marked by negative character traits. Too much pride, arrogance and condescension. They may be the sign that carries the most prejudice on them. Needless to say, these biases are exaggerated.
A Mars is a game changer. They are thought to be too self-righteous because they tend to have a high self-esteem. Many great leaders have risen from among them, and not for no reason. Because of their growth and development oriented mentality, with a tendency to help those around them, they tend to create the perception that they expect too much from others. And it is possible that those who fail to meet these expectations may see a Mars as arrogant or braggy. Competition is in their soul. They may push you to improve in something you are lacking in. Then they may feel the need to prove to themselves that they are still better than you. So spending some casual time with a Mars can be challenging sometimes for these reasons. Yet these are all very white and black statements. A Mars, like any Succubus, has positive and negative aspects. I try to remind you of that as often as I can, because what we are talking about is all stereotypes and things that you shouldn't take too seriously.
Perhaps those who are not Mars among you will never meet their Headmistresses or even see their dormitory. This is because Mars Dormitory has been isolated for a long time. Any other sign is forbidden to pass through its barriers. Which is already very difficult to do. Most Mars newcomers have trouble crossing these barriers for a while too. They are also the only dormitory to have two Headmistresses. To be honest, I don't really know what kind of system they have beyond their barriers. Since it's still going on, I think we can assume that things are going well enough. So next year if you want to meet with your Mars friend, she will have to come to visit you.
Finally, let's take a brief look at the most famous figure to emerge from the sign of Mars. I don't know how familiar your generation is with this name, but our generation is very familiar with it. Peta Gartz! She is the Succubus who has put an end to almost all the problems we had with humans. She was a reliable and powerful figure who earned the undying trust of both sides. For too many Succubus, she is the definition of perfection. Maybe it sounds like an exaggeration, but think of it this way. Headmistress Brittany, now known to the whole world, was one of Peta Gartz's assistants. And if Peta Gartz hadn't decided to step back and live a more ordinary life in private, Headmistress Brittany probably wouldn't have managed to outgrow from her shadow this much. I can say this because Headmistress Brittany herself admits this. Of course she would be super popular , but they would always be compared and most probably the majority would choose Peta Gartz. I have heard some rumors, but I won't share them in detail because I don't think it's likely. But if it's true and it happens, our academy could become a home to two mega superstars.
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
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Today we'll dip our hands in another sign. <i><saturn>Relentless Saturn!</saturn></i> Maybe you've heard it before. Some call Saturn “Moon but better”. That description is unfair to both signs. It's more unfair to the Moons, but it's still not a pleasant phrase. The most effective part of Saturn's body is their hands. This makes them the most versatile sign in everyday life. But this feature is often in conflict with their result-oriented and, one might say, brutal nature. Saturns are not known for their attention to detail. They may have the most skillful hands, but they often lack the patience to use them to their fullest. It will sound like I am only talking about negative things, but a hierarchy is what makes them feel comfortable. If another Succubus proves to be superior to her, she will show respect. But she will also expect this respect from those she thinks are superior. With Saturns living according to this concept, even mundane interactions can be challenging. So what positive things do we have in our hands? In fact, these are also their main positive characteristics. Saturns have incredible willpower. They always aim for the highest and are humble enough to respect those above them. The fact that their methods and perspectives on life are a bit strange today can be attributed to the way we have changed over time. We live much more peaceful lives than we used to. We have been at peace for a long time. Both with humans and with our own kind. It no longer matters so much at what age we reveal our spirit animal. Developing and mastering a technique has also become almost arbitrary. So this warrior-spirited sign will have to adapt to a lot of things nowadays.
Which brings us to another major figure. Saturn Headmistress T.! She is a true free spirit. A true leader who doesn't care what anyone thinks. A Saturn who takes a bite out of any norm and spits it on the ground. She does her best to make Saturns remain essential even by today's standards. She draws a firm line between being strong and being a bully, and never hesitates to show those who don't respect that what real bullying looks like. Frankly, she's a Succubus I respect a lot. Because she's not just a role model for the Saturns. She challenges all the Succubus taboos. For a Succubus to engage in any activity with male humans is seen as a great incapacity. Since they have almost no resistance to our energy, there is nothing to boast about in being able to dominate them. And what does she do as Saturn, who is the subject of great pride in such matters? She throws all these opinions out the window and talks openly about the pleasures she gets from her interactions with male humans.
<i>"I do as I please, and my pleasures do not determine my worth as a Headmistress or a Succubus. If you have any doubts, challenge me to a Lust Duel and I will knock out all your teeth. And if you really care about these things, focus on your life a little more. There must not be much going on." </i>
I witnessed her saying that and I still can't get it out of my mind. Certainly the Headmistresses of all the signs are a world in themselves and deserve to be studied and learned from.
I should also mention that there is currently a dispute between Saturn Dormitory and Moon Dormitory. This is not a conflict between Headmistresses. On the contrary, both sides are doing their best. To cut to the chase, it's a problem caused by some Saturn students bullying some Moon students. Especially Saturn Dormitory is much more sensitive in this regard and takes the necessary steps one by one. As a newcomer, you are considered my student in a way and keep in mind that I do not tolerate bullying in any form. I have my methods as well, though not as ruthless as Headmistress T.
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
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Today let's talk about a highly interesting sign. <i><ella>Omnivorous Earth!</ella></i> You know that all signs have a dominant part in their body. Earths are an exception. Because they don't have a dominant part. Or we can say that every part of their body is evenly dominant. Each Earth can choose for herself what part of her body will be dominant. Some might want big breasts and can look like a Jupiter. Some want big hips and can look like a Venus. Maybe even both of these at the same time. They are the only signs with this choice and luxury. Of course, it takes a lot of practice for them too. But they don't have a predetermined route like us.
On paper, we can safely assume that the most powerful Succubus of every eras should always be an Earth. But in this scenario, different variables come into play. When an Earth chooses one sign and starts moving forward, she does not lose her predisposition to the other signs. So any Earth with enough time can perfectly master her whole body. And with this combination, she can reach positions unimaginable even to the most powerful Succubus we know. But this is highly unlikely because it would require more than one Succubus lifespan for this to happen. That's why most Earths are able to rise as high as other signs. So there is not much point in talking hypothetically.
In general, they have tall and well-built bodies. So they basically have the strongest bodies. It's a dying tradition, but they also have their own version of the Lust Duel. Contradicting its name, it is a version done without using any Lust Energy. A duel of body strength only. So it's just... Duel? A wrestling contest? I don't know, I mean no disrespect.
I think the most stereotypical personality trait is that they are easily influenced. We have some sayings about it, but I won't go into them, of course. Most of them are rude and overstated. The reason for this stereotype comes from the very nature of Earths. Since they have the most paths in front of them from the moment they are born, some of their decisions may strike us as weak-willed or quick to give up. They don't have an obligation to follow or contravene in front of them, as we do.
At the same time, there are many Succubus who consider them to be the least unique sign, even though they are the sign with the most choices. They complain that most of them go for big tits and big ass and nothing else. And there are some who despise them for not having a real identity. I don't want to go into detail because it is a subject that I can easily get irritated about. Because these are the thoughts of those with low intelligence who will talk nonsense when asked what an real identity is. And a little note to the Earths among you. Don't give up on the path you want to walk just because someone else accuses you of being unauthentic! Like any sign, Earths have their own specific set of problems...
Ugh! This mindset infuriates me! No, if you were an Earth you would not master every part of your body. No, you would not become superior to all signs. If wasting potential bothers you so much, go train and shut up! Don't take advice from a Succubus who hasn't even mastered the one part of her body where her sign is dominant, dear Earths! And you won't hear such judgments from a Succubus who is already well on her own path. Question what you hear, including me, and filter it through your own mind...
Please forgive me for getting a little heated. I would like to talk a little bit about their standing in our academy. They have one more exceptional situation. They do not have a Headmistress. Earth Dormitory is run by a small council without a leader for a long time. And this decision is made collectively by the whole dormitory. Every five years all Earth students vote on whether they want a Headmistress or not. Next year this voting will take place again. So the Earths here now will vote next year.
I don't know the details, but there is a large part of the dormitory population that thinks that Earth Dormitory should have a Headmistress as well. So you are likely to encounter Earths that want to change your view on this issue. Changing the Earths minds is of course their priority, but they care about all of your opinions and want you to share theirs. Now that I look at it, I might know a bit too much detail. I'm not going to dig any further. I suggest you choose a side after hearing what both sides have to say.
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
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Let's talk about another sign. <i><a1>Deceiver Mercury!</a1></i> The part associated with the sign of the Mercurys is their mouth. Mostly their techniques center around their tongues and lips. Which gives them the possibility of so many different kinds of techniques. And these techniques can be incredibly effective in any field. In times of war, the most feared sign was Mercury, not Saturn. Because you knew Saturn's intentions. You're stronger than her or not. Again, scary but not complicated. But it's almost impossible to know a Mercury's real intentions. I keep telling you that you are bigger than these stereotypes, that what you will hear about signs in these lectures should not be taken as dogma. But Mercury may be the sign that most embodies these stereotypes. At least in the examples I have come across. And I have come across a lot of Succubus in this academy over a long time. Nevertheless, please do not take what I am about to explain personally, dear Mercurys.
The Mercurys are among the signs that don't seek attention, just as I mentioned with the Moons. But unlike the Moons, they love attention, they just don't crave it. That makes them playful in both good and bad ways. They want to attract interest with what they say rather than how they look. There are often layered meanings in their words and a Succubus who can dig deeper can attract their interest.
By nature, Mercurys are very interested in language and what it can do. They are aware that any form of communication is manipulation and being in control of that makes them feel “good” to say the least. Of course, there are Mercurys who are much less interested in these issues and these prejudices must bother them the most.
For many of us, lying is perhaps the most intolerable character trait. Generally speaking... They have a different sense of ethics from the majority. Lying does not usually bother them. Of course I am generalizing, but they tend to see a lie as a friend rather than an enemy. Or we could say that they are annoyed that even though lie is everyone's friend, everybody pretends that they don't know them. And they refuse to leave their friend all alone.
In fact, the Mercury Headmistress is a very fitting figure for these generalizations. According to her narrative, everyone lies, only the Mercurys can openly admit it. And then everyone else labels Mercurys as liars. She's a very clever Succubus. Don't even think you can win an argument against her. I saw her a couple of times and once I had the opportunity to talk to her briefly. She's definitely someone memorable. She tells you openly about her technique. About how dangerous even one of her kiss can be. Then she asks you for a kiss. And you know what? You feel like kissing her. Of course, it's a momentary faint feeling that can be resisted. But you just want to kiss her anyway. That is perhaps what makes her dangerous in the first place.
You might think that a good liar would lie all the time. But a really good liar, on a percentage basis, is incredibly honest. They would only lie when necessary, with little twists and turns, and no one would notice. If you are honest in everyday matters, in things where normally everybody tends to lie to glorify themselves, everybody will see you as honest. In fact, with a little masking, Mercury Headmistress could be known as the most honest Headmistress. But by being honest she is declaring that she is a liar and she even enjoys it. Even though she lies less than any of us, everyone is always on the alert for her words. Because if she lies about something, it's serious. And as she herself admits and wears proudly, she is a magnificent liar. And, all these explanations also show that she is a very honest Succubus. It's a bit complicated.
This gives the young Mercurys more courage. Honestly, even short interactions with her make you feel awful. She corners you with her honesty more than her lies. She throws in your face truths about yourself that you don't want to admit. And then she laughs it off. As I said, I only had the opportunity to talk to her once one-on-one, but I always heard such comments from my acquaintances who talked to her. She is fully aware of the effect she is having and enjoys it to the fullest.
And the Mercurys here, please don't be intimidated. Apparently she doesn't treat the precious young Mercurys the way she treats rest of us. Because all the Mercury students idolize and adore her. And it's not the result of any technique of hers or anything forced upon them. Well... This has been researched and tested. It's not forced, really. So don't worry. You will have a Headmistress who loves and supports you deeply.
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Today let's look at another popular sign. <i><summer1>Insatiable Venus!</summer1></i> The dominant part of a Venus' body is their hips. Even young Venuses often have curvy bodies and they are among the signs that love attention. But unlike a Jupiter, shallow attention doesn't satisfy them enough. I would like to explain the difference better with a few everyday examples. A Jupiter especially likes to receive compliments on her body. They are happy to feel loved by their friends and to be a sought-after name in an occasion. A Venus also likes compliments, but it's not quite enough. She wants to be a role model for those around her. She wants to be admired for what she does, what she wears and what she says. This appreciation should not always be expressed verbally. They want to be consulted first about something, to have their opinion taken into account and their actions recognized. Most of them tends see themselves as a leader. But there is a big problem here. Most of them are too hard on themselves. They start questioning and paying attention to everything they do. This can make them more rigid. They can get lost in deep pits of self-doubt about things that no one else would even think of. A pit they have dug themselves.
Of course, there is a huge generalization here. But a distinctive feature is that they expect too much of themselves. It may not be on a social issue in the way I gave an example, but it may be in another context.
They may not be a natural leader, but they are a very enjoyable sign to spend time with. They want you to improve and they themselves are always aiming to be better. But apart from everything else we've talked about, we can say that they are the sign that knows how to have a good time. They usually have great body awareness. They can dance beautifully. Usually their muscles are highly flexible. We have never talked about any sign's performance in bed, but Venuses are known for being notoriously good at sex. Maybe it is because they care too much about others' opinions about them. They direct all their attention and energy to the other side. Seeing them having pleasure pleases them and perhaps even gives them great pleasure too. They spend time and effort getting to know you and your body. Knowing your body better than you do can help boost their confidence. But even these expectations alone can have the opposite effect and cause a Venus to grow more stressed.
So the nature of a Venus can influence her to be a natural leader, a trustworthy friend and a perfect partner, or the exact opposite.
They have a very delicate soul, even if they don't want to admit it themselves. I am not saying this to belittle them. Dear Venuses, do not compare yourself with anyone else. Don't blame yourself if you lose sleep over things that the majority don't even think about. Being sensitive does not mean being weak. Identify your strengths and weaknesses well. Don't impatiently place your vulnerabilities among your weaknesses.
I am aware that there is currently a rivalry between Jupiter Dormitory and Venus Dormitory. Please don't let this affect your relationships in your daily life. I am personally dissatisfied with this competition. Young Venus and Jupiters get caught up in this turmoil and they feel the need to prove the superiority of their sign. This is mainly due to the popularity of Headmistress Britta... Anyway... I don't want to see a Jupiter and Venus even getting into an argument because of this reason in my class.
The popularity of a sign is only meaningful within specific boundaries. We call Jupiter the most popular, but in everyday life there is no meaningful equivalent. We say Moon is the least popular sign at the moment. For me, Moon is much more interesting and cool than my own sign.
You are becoming something much bigger than your signs as a result of your experiences, your interests and your personality. You don't have to respect every Succubus. But only if you have a valid reason for it. Rivalry, even hatred, simply because of someone's sign is something we should have left behind a long time ago. But sadly what's engaging is the unquestioning demonization of a large group. The sign stereotypes I describe in this lesson are only meant to give you an introductory level idea about Succubus you don't know. As soon as you get to know one, you will start to leave the misleading world of these stereotypes. So meet lots more Succubus. Encounter those who completely fit the stereotypes of their sign. Get to know personalities that are completely opposite to these stereotypes. For competition to flourish in a healthy way, there must be no hostility. I am going over these things again because you will come across those who will instill the opposite. You will be led to believe that a young Succubus just like you, hates you for no reason. So you'll think that you should, too. Some of you may think I'm exaggerating. I've seen times of war. I know our essence. We're creatures of pleasure. And we find a strange pleasure in destruction. Please do not pursue patterns of destruction that have been adapted for peacetime. Just because a Dormitory's main figure is more popular than yours does not devalue you or your sign.
I apologize for straying from the subject of the lesson. Please, all young minds, think carefully about these issues. Do not allow anyone to deceive you. This includes my words. Question my words too...
Let's talk about the Venus Dormitory. I think the biggest dormitory by space is the Venus Dormitory. This is mostly due to the generosity of the previous headmistress. In her time, Venus Dormitory was in isolation, just like Mars Dormitory. This changed a few years ago with the election of the new headmistress. The youngest headmistress in the history of the four academies, Venus Headmistress Abella. She has made incredible strides since she arrived. Without adding a transition phase, she made the Venus Dormitory public. Last year, she said that she would get rid of all the old executive board and build a young and dynamic team. Indeed, as she said, she fired almost everyone. Now, in the midst of all the work she has, she is assembling a new team for the dormitory. Really interesting rumors are already spreading. And finally, what she declared would be her biggest deed on the day she was elected. The promise that Venus Dormitory would be the undisputed number one dormitory and Venus would be the most popular sign...
After that day, the tension between Jupiter and Venus started to increase. I will not comment as I have explained my opinions on this matter much more explicit than I would prefer.
To talk a little bit more about the Venus Headmistress, I don't have detailed information about her. I know her from her words and from her deeds. She is by far the most unshakable Venus I have ever seen. I've mentioned before that stereotypical features can make a Venus great, but there's a thin line. Headmistress Abella must be unaware of this line. Because she seems to have only the good aspects of her sign. She is a Succubus who exudes confidence in her every move, who seems to have already overcome the unavoidable inexperience of her age, and who keeps her word. A Succubus that absolutely defies expectations. Definitely an anomaly. As much as I hate to admit it, if a Succubus is going to overtake Headmistress Brittany, it can only be some genius like Headmistress Abella.
Of course, first place, second place, these are very abstract and subjective concepts. In my heart, Headmistress Brittany will always be number one. But one way or another, Headmistress Abella seems to be able to make everyone recognize her success.
Forgive me for being so distracted today. I would like to explain it more clearly, but... I'm one of hundreds of Succubus who work in Umesatraa Academy. The Headmistresses' decisions directly affect all of our lives. I wanted you to know that I don't look at any Venus differently because of this controversy... Thank you for listening to me... Let's call it a day.
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<div class="MilenaLeft"><b>Milena</b></div>
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Okay, today we are going to cover a sign that deserves more attention. <i><uranus>Quiet Gem Uranus!</uranus></i> They are among the signs that do not seek or need attention. In fact, they are so nonchalant that there is a large majority who consider them the dimmest sign of all. The dominant parts of a Uranus is... As you might expect, their anus. Stereotypes about Uranuses are that they are shy, quiet, even insecure. In many ways they are similar to Moon, but they do not have as much of a name for themselves as Moon. There are some reasons for this.
One of the reasons is that they usually don't like to talk about themselves. If they achieve something, they rarely expect recognition. And when they do, the attention of their closest ones is more than enough. If we compare with the average, Moon's are also like that. But compared to Uranus, Moon's are much more vocal and outgoing.
They may look more shy in comparison, but they are not actually shy. They only find unnecessary talking disturbing. Look, I keep reminding you that these are generalizations but Uranuses really like the tranquility of the quiet.
Yet they are very good listeners. When they speak, you know they will not say anything in vain. Their words are precious and if a Uranus prefers to talk to you, it can make you feel valued.
Another reason is that they do not make the traditional kind of leaders. Even if they have great ideas, some may not be able to announce them to the world herself because they are not as vocal as a Jupiter or a Mars.
When you think about it, it might be more accurate to say that Uranus is the least popular sign. The statement that the Moon is the least popular, which we are all familiar with, reveals a somewhat sad fact. Uranus is so faint that it does not even take first place in this contest. It is so unpopular that it does not come to mind in the least popular debate. Or maybe Moon used to be much higher and it's more prominent that they're on the decline. Uranus has always remained in its own way.
I apologize if I sounded like I was only talking about negative things. Let's talk a little bit about why each Uranus is a hidden gem.
Oh! Before that, I'd like to mention one more difference with the Moons. Even though they are silent, they never allow their boundaries to be crossed. I've talked about the problems between Moon students and Saturn students. Moon students can be manipulated and bullied because of their naivety and their inability to say no.
An Uranus will never allow that to happen. A few years ago, two Saturns were badly beaten in the Uranus Dormitory. Single Uranus beat to death two Saturns who had been bothering her for a while and wouldn't take no for an answer. I mention this because it was a very iconic event, even though it was very recent. There were some troubles afterwards, but it was resolved. It explains a lot about the nature of Uranus.
There is no definitive research on this and I don't know if there will ever be a definitive conclusion, but I think we can say that Uranus is the most intelligent sign. Since the Newcomers Dormitory was founded, Uranus has always been the sign with the highest GPA. This is not reflected in Lust techniques. In this regard, Moons are usually at the forefront. I don't mean as learning the features of other signs. The Moons stand out for the speed and depth of their own unfolding.
They may be the sign that cares the least about Lust energy. They think, read, write, draw and dream. Of course, not all of them have this tendency. But they are very amazing at thinking outside the box. It may have sounded strange saying it like that. When you talk to a Uranus, you feel it more or less. They don't necessarily have to say something clever. But they see things in a different way. They may have already weighed the possibilities in their minds that you haven't thought of.
And they often don't feel the slightest desire to share them. They are not concerned with sounding smart. They don't feel the need to prove that they are smarter than you. They want a peaceful life in their own world, as undisturbed as possible, doing what they prefer.
My biggest reference point for the Uranuses is my old best friend. We are actually still friends, but we hardly see each other since I started working here. Thanks to her, I know much better how to communicate with my Uranus students. She would get annoyed if she heard this, but I wish you would open yourself more, dear Uranuses. I think you can teach a lot to the signs that just won't shut up.
Anyway, let's get back to our topic. The most famous researchers can be expected to come from Uranus. But this is not the case. Since they usually have little curiosity about Lust energy, they have no breakthroughs in this field. And yet they always have the highest grades, which is a bit paradoxical. They are also not very much skilled in Lust techniques. Maybe they are falling behind because of their lack of interest, I'm not sure.
They are one of the signs least pleased with wartime. Yes, there were those who were content, and these would be centered around a few signs. And to talk about the Uranus Headmistress. I know very little about her, she's very polite and well respected. I saw her a couple of times during common conferences and she was generally quiet.
And to talk about the Uranus Headmistress Kenzie... I know very little about her. She's very polite and well respected. I saw her a couple of times during common conferences and she was generally quiet. It is known that the Newcomer's Dormitory idea came from her. She voiced this concept in her first year in her position and within a short period of time, the foundations were laid with the unanimous decision of all dormitories. Before that, new students would directly attend their sign dormitory.
I wish I knew more about her. She's a petite, blonde and beautiful Succubus.
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We keep hearing about the popularity of Jupiter and Venus. But what exactly does this mean and what is the reason for it?
We can get an idea of the popularity of a sign through two measures. How much its characteristics are accepted and how much they are attempted to be imitated. We can say that Jupiter and Venus have a major advantage right from the start. Because the dominant parts of their bodies are the two most attractive parts of a Succubus body. I'm generalizing, obviously.
It's quite possible that a Succubus, which has nothing to do with the Jupiter sign, would also want to have bigger breasts. And when they set their minds to it, they often need a Jupiter's guidance for the result they want. A very natural process for a Succubus, and it works in Jupiter's favor. The same can be said for a Succubus who wants to have bigger hips and unintentionally benefits the Venus. That insatiable inner voice inside us that wants always something bigger, wants you to look more like Jupiter or Venus, knowingly or unknowingly.
You could probably all guess the body and appearance aspect of the situation. But there is another important point here. Especially in the last few decades, our perception of the ideal Succubus personality has changed a lot. We think a Succubus should be outgoing, strong and self-confident. We feel that she should have high communication skills, a leader spirit and a determined nature. And when you see how many of these qualities you don't possess, you start to feel inadequate.
Almost all of these traits include the stereotypical personality traits of Jupiter and Venus. In fact, these two signs, like any other sign, have both good and bad sides. But their good qualities are so standardized that we tend to see a Jupiter as much more prominent than her surroundings. So I would like to remind you of some things that are actually very obvious but need a reminder in today's circumstances.
You don't have to be the center of attention in every environment. You may prefer to speak less. In some situations you may also feel self-conscious. Maybe you don't have a big circle of friends. If you feel at peace with what you have, you don't have to strive for more. At least you don't have to do it by damaging yourself without realizing it.
Maybe solitude is a need for you. Maybe it doesn't feel natural for you to express your deepest feelings openly and constantly through words. What you should focus on here is making your loved ones feel that you love them. How you do this is entirely up to you.
Approach most things in daily life in this way. Identify the main things you need to do. How you do that is up to you.
Instead of succumbing to the pressure to socialize in a way that stresses you out, think about what you want to do. What activity would you like to do? Can you find a Succubus with the same interests as you? You can definitely find it! But don't even have such expectations. Just focus on what you want to do. The rest will happen naturally. And it will happen in your natural way. Not in the natural way of a Jupiter.
I digress a bit because I know how overwhelming these expectations and norms can be. As a Jupiter who doesn't quite fit the stereotypical Jupiter personality, I have subjected myself to similar pressures in the past. I say I subjected myself, because I was doing it to myself without realizing it. And perhaps the only way to overcome this is to act as you feel. To start being yourself.
And being yourself does not mean being perfect. Our imperfections will always remain. You can even group your characteristics into flaws you cannot change, flaws you want to change and flaws you do not want to change. But you have to make these decisions in a way that you truly feel comfortable with.
I have a more realistic view, but if this way of thinking makes you feel unpleasant, you can also adopt more optimistic approaches. Just know that hating your imperfections won't solve anything. Because at the beginning of the road it is very complicated to know what is a flaw and what is not. Besides, you all have wonderful qualities. There is no point in focusing only on the flaws. These things have more impact than they should, especially with young ones. As you grow up you will realize that you are actually being thrown around in an imaginary perceptions. So don't be hard on yourself. And if you are a typical Jupiter, don't feel bad after all this. We also need those who like to talk as well as those who like to listen.
Most of this also applies to your physical features. But I don't want to repeat myself.
As I said, I have gone a little bit off the subject, but if I can reach even one mind that needs to hear these things, it is enough for me. The young me needed this kind of perspective...
Besides the greater acceptance of their general traits, there is another important reason for their popularity. Trendsetting figures!
In this regard, Jupiter and Venus differ slightly. Because Venus does not have a prominent figure for a long time. The fact that they have managed to remain a highly popular and coveted sign is a different kind of achievement. But it's also the main reason why they don't have an unquestionable first place. One of the names that must be bothered by this situation is Venus Headmistress Abella. Because even though she is the youngest Headmistress in the history of the four academies, she has been taking giant strides since the day she stepped in. We can see from her actions how much she disagrees with the previous Venus Headmistress. And so far she is performing unbelievably well. In the near future, we may start calling Venus the most popular sign.
Of course, the biggest reason why we don't call that, and probably won't in the near future, is in our academy. Jupiter Headmistress Brittany! She has been a highly prominent Succubus since she was very young. She shines like a sun that you cannot take your eyes off.
You may not realize it because of her cheerful, kind and humble nature, but she is also known as the most powerful Succubus of our era. Since strength is relative, it's not realistic to call only one Succubus the strongest in all circumstances. But if we're going to pick someone, it's clear who we're going to name.
The already accepted and admired Jupiter traits, combined with Headmistress Brittany's charm, actually have a real-life influence. The young Succubuses look up to her. And since Headmistress Britttany also carries lots of typical Jupiter traits, it leads to a cycle that feeds each other.
I hope I was able to explain the overall picture. I also suggest that you keep in mind the parts where I strayed from the subject. In the end, these popularity debates can have as much control over you as you magnify them in your head. That's all for today. Thank you for listening to me!
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Our Lust Energy is something that is still unsolved in all its mysteries. One of the biggest branches of this is the interactions of our energy with organic materials. In this lesson I want to discuss the interactions of our energy with wood, plastic and metal.
Trees can absorb our energy. Of course, I'm not talking about forced absorption. We have nothing to be afraid of trees. You probably know some of the rumors that have been made up to keep children out of the woods. "If you get lost in the forest, all your energy will be absorbed by the trees until morning. So don't wander the woods alone." Well, this is not how it happens.
If you put your hand on the trunk of a tree and apply your energy, you will find that your energy is absorbed and accepted without any problem. This is something you shouldn't do unless absolutely necessary. And I don't think you'll ever have to. Because our energy is much more efficient than the energy produced by the tree itself. A few times won't really do much, but if you apply your energy to a tree at regular intervals, it will become dependent on it and it will begin to lose the functions of self-sustaining its life. So don't do it all the time just because you put your hand on it and it leaves a trace. You will do nothing but kill the tree. That is why our bodies are cremated instead of buried. Our bodies dissolve into the soil very quickly and for a short time, they revitalize all life around them. But once that dissolved energy is spent, it extinguishes all the life that it has made dependent on it. If we were not making such a drastic impact, our burial would do more good than harm. But unfortunately we are creating an impact that disrupts the basic functions of life around us.
We learned about trees. So how does a cut piece of wood react? As they no longer have a life to sustain, our energy increases their sturdiness. That's why we mostly use big wooden doors in our academy. Instead of getting worn out over time, they become much more durable. And of course we repay our debt to nature by planting far more trees than we cut down. I would like to remind you that this was one of the ingredients of our peace with humans. You know how uncaring they can be about trees.
Wood handcuffs and cages have historically been very popular, as wood becomes more resistant with our energy. But we rarely used them. Even in our own conflicts, it was not preferable to use wooden objects to gain the upper hand. This was because wooden cages were often used by humans. It didn't make them invincible, but a big wooden shield gave a human an advantage over us that they shouldn't have had. And since we are not idiots, we started other methods instead of our energy and it balanced out. Still, the most effective way to imprison a Succubus is a wooden cage that she cannot break with her physical strength.
What about metal and plastic? Neither is as well absorbent as wood. Hard plastic is the best absorbent after wood, while metals are generally the worst absorbents. But plastic, unlike wood, does not strengthen as it is exposed to our energy. On the contrary, it weakens. But hard plastic is a material that can be trained in simple tasks. For example, you can train a plastic to interact only with one Succubus' energy. It's a useful usage for creating individualized locks, but we mostly use it for chastity cages. Because if you really try to open a plastic lock, after excessive exposure to your energy, it will weaken and become something that you can break with physical force. The fact that we train plastic does not change this basic principle.
And metals are the least interactable but the most complex. The most useful use of metals is that they can be trained as Lust limiters. These limiters are often used by older Succubuses or those who have some physical challenges. It is a life-saver in cases where their own energy is too much for their bodies. Honestly, I don't know how a Lust limiter is trained. There are specialized experts in this field and it is usually produced on demand. It's not something you can go out and buy. It's also not something that can be used aggressively because it's not something that reduces the flow of Lust to zero. If it were, it would not be of any useful use. It's just reducing the flow of Lust, taking the stress off that area.
After this lesson, the most important thing to integrate into your life is not to apply your energy to the trees thoughtlessly. You already know that this behavior is frowned upon and punishable if malicious intent is detected. But you may not know why it is such a sensitive issue. Be aware that it is not something that adults make up to stop you from having fun.
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