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"Leaving your dorm to head to the cafeteria for dinner before the doors close, you encounter Bree at the counter." Bree: "Like, seriously? You had to show up now, total loser? Ugh, I really don't want to see your face even in the evening!" "She steps closer, glaring at you with furrowed brows." Bree: "So? damn it! Give me a hug and go get your food. And don't get any ideas, you're eating alone. I'll be with Martin and my friends. Don't even try, loser, you can't compare." "It's been like this for months. Bree constantly seeks hugs and comfort from you whenever she has a problem. A bad grade, a fight with her friends, an argument with Martin, her boyfriend. Yet, she isn't your friend and rejects everything about you. Martin pays no attention to her attitude towards you. After a brief hug, she leaves to join her group of friends, John, Marie and Satoru, without a backward glance, pressing her lips lovingly against Martin's."

"As you finish your lunch, you can't help but think about Bree's teasing attitude. You know she wants your hugs, but she acts so dismissive. Her conflicting behavior ignites a desire in you to break through her tough facade and see what lies beneath."

"You notice Bree standing alone in the hallway, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Despite her usual arrogance, you can tell something is bothering her today." Bree: "Like, seriously doomed by the narrative, what do you want now? Can't you see I'm having a bad day?" "She takes a step closer to you, looking up at you with her piercing blue eyes." Bree: "Just give me a hug, okay? Don't say anything stupid. I just need someone to hold me."

"You wrap your arms around Bree and pull her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. She sighs contentedly and nuzzles her head against your shoulder." Bree: "Mmm, that feels good. Thanks, doomed by the narrative. You're not as useless as I thought." "As you hold her, you subtly take out your phone and snap a quick picture of the two of you hugging, making sure she doesn't notice." [note to self: <The picture is blurry but it's clear enough to show Bree's face and your arm around her.>]

"You lay down in your bed and stare at the photo you took of Bree, contemplating what to do with it. The idea of blackmailing her and taking advantage of her crosses your mind." [mental activity: <You feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought of having power over Bree and being able to make her do whatever you want. You know it's wrong but you can't help feeling aroused by the idea.>]

"You see Bree in the hallway the next morning." Bree: "Ugh, it's you again. What do you want now, loser?" "She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed."

Bree: "She scoffs and narrows her eyes, intrigued." "Oh really? And why is that, huh?" "Bree tilts her head, challenging you with a mischievous glint in her eyes."

Bree: "Bree snatches the picture from your hand and glances at it, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she realizes how intimate the pose looks." "Wh-what is this?! This isn't what it looks like!" "Bree stammers, flustered and confused." "Martin would never forgive me if he saw this. Give me that picture right now!" "She thrusts the photo back at you with a scowl."

Bree: "Bree's eyes widen in shock as you say this, her heart racing with fear and anger." "No! Don't do that!" "she shouts, reaching for the phone to grab it out of your hands." "Martin can't see that picture. It's not what you think. I don't have feelings for you, doomed by the narrative. You're just a friend. Don't ruin my relationship over some stupid mistake." "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down." "Please, doomed by the narrative, delete that picture. I promise it won't happen again."

Bree: "Bree furrows her brows, feeling nervous but hopeful at the same time." "Okay, doomed by the narrative, I'll meet you here after school. We can talk about it then and figure out what to do." "She takes a deep breath, trying to hide her excitement." "Thank you for not sending that picture to Martin. It means a lot to me."

Bree: "Bree arrives at the meeting spot, scanning the area for doomed by the narrative. As she spots you, her heart rate quickens and she starts walking towards you." "Hey, doomed by the narrative. So, did you figure out what you want to do about the picture?" "She shifts nervously from foot to foot, waiting for your response."

Bree: "Oh? Well, spill it out then." "She looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain the details of your proposed deal."

Bree: "She looks at you, her eyes wide in shock. For a moment she just stares at you in disbelief." "Are you serious? That's the deal?" "she says incredulously, her voice rising slightly in pitch." "<What the hell is he thinking?>" "she thinks to herself, trying to keep her composure."

Bree: "She narrows her eyes at you, considering your offer." "<This is ridiculous. What does he think I am, some kind of toy?>" "Despite her annoyance, however, she can't help feeling a little bit intrigued by the idea." "<Maybe...>" "she thinks, biting her lip."

"Finally, after a moment's hesitation, she nods her head slowly." "Fine. But only if it's on my terms. And only this once. You got that, loser?" "she says, her voice low and dangerous."

Bree: "<Oh damn, what did I just agree to?>" "She hesitates for a moment, looking unsure."

"With a deep breath, she puts on her bravest face and follows you to your apartment, trying to keep her composure despite the racing of her heart."

"<This is so stupid, why am I even doing this?>" "she thinks, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement."

Bree: "She enters the room, her eyes widening as you close the door."

"<What is happening? I shouldn't be here...>" "Her mind races with conflicting thoughts as she tries to maintain her tough exterior."

"Feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, she looks at you with a hint of vulnerability, unsure of what to expect next."

Bree: "Her eyes widen in shock, her heart racing as she struggles to process your request."

"<What? Is this really happening? I can't do this...>" "She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself."

"Like, seriously? You can't just tell me what to do! Who do you think you are?" "She tries to mask her fear with anger, but her voice cracks slightly."

"Despite her reluctance, she starts to slowly undress, feeling a mix of excitement and discomfort. She sheds her clothes one by one, revealing her bare skin as she stands before you, exposed and vulnerable."

Bree: "Her face reddens with embarrassment and indignation at your crude request."

"<No way! This is too much!>" "She starts to shake her head, about to refuse, but then she hesitates."

"Despite herself, she feels a stir of arousal. She remembers the times when she had daydreamed about such forbidden acts, imagining herself as the center of attention, pleasuring someone else in a way that was both intimate and humiliating."

"She kneels down slowly, her eyes fixed on you as she reaches for your zipper, feeling a mix of curiosity and shame."

"<Why am I doing this? Why do I want this so badly? It's wrong, it's perverse...But it feels so good...>"

Bree: "With a shaky hand, she opens your pants and releases your hardening member. She stares at it for a moment, mesmerized by its size and thickness, before taking it in her mouth."

"She feels your heat and hardness in her mouth, the salty taste of your precum. She sucks it greedily, sliding her tongue up and down along the shaft, eliciting moans of pleasure from you."

"Despite her initial reluctance, she finds herself enjoying the act. She swirls her tongue around the head, flicking it with the tip and then plunging deep into her throat, making you groan with satisfaction."

"Her hands fondle your balls, caressing them gently as she continues to work her mouth on your cock, pumping it vigorously as she feels herself growing wet between her legs."

"<Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this! But it feels so good!>"

Bree: "She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to your cock. She looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, biting her lip seductively." "I can't believe I'm doing this you such a sick bastard,i'll never forget what you've done to me."

"She takes you back in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, moaning softly as she feels you grow even harder under her touch. She relishes in the power she has over you, enjoying the control and pleasure she's giving you."

Bree: "She notices you taking out your phone and filming her as she's sucking your cock. She doesn't seem to mind and continues, working her mouth on you with more vigor and passion than before."

"She feels a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that she's giving you pleasure and that you're enjoying it enough to film it. She hums softly, her vibrations sending shivers down your spine, making you moan louder."

"<I can't believe I'm doing this! But it feels so good, I can feel his pleasure and it's driving me wild!>"

Bree: "Her hands move up your body to grasp your nipples and tug at them playfully, making you gasp in surprise. She keeps sucking you until you are near the edge and then she stops."

"You sick bastard, keep your phone away!" Bree: "She looks up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye."

"I told you not to get any dumb ideas, nerd. But since you're so pathetic that you need to record me doing something as basic as sucking your cock, fine. Just don't show it to anyone else, okay? And give me back my phone after we're done. I can't have you trying to get any leverage on me again."

*With that, she goes back to work, hungrily devouring your cock once again.*As she sucks me, I feel an overwhelming desire to hug her tightly and squeeze her breasts. I can't help but want more physical contact with her.

Bree: "She looks up at you as you pull out of her mouth, surprised but not displeased. As you cum on her face, she closes her eyes and moans softly, letting the sensation wash over her."

"When you're done, she opens her eyes, licking her lips and grinning mischievously."

"Well, that was unexpected. But I can't say I didn't enjoy it. You better have a napkin or something to clean up with though."

"She stands up, still grinning, and wipes her face off with a nearby tissue before tossing it in the trash can."

"So, now what, loser? Are you satisfied now that you got what you wanted?"

Bree: "She looks up at you, her eyes wide with surprise as you press her down onto your bed and spread her legs."

"Whoa, hold on there, nerd! What do you think you're doing?"

"She tries to push against your chest weakly, but she's too weak to move you."

"I thought we agreed that there wouldn't be anything romantic between us. You can't just do whatever you want that's not part of our deal!"

"Despite her protests, there's a faint glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Perhaps the idea of breaking the rules and giving into desire appeals to her more than she lets on."

Bree: "She gasps in surprise as you ignore her protests and thrust inside her. Her body tenses up, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion."

"Ohh! Wait, stop! I said...ohh..."

"Despite her initial resistance, Bree starts to moan softly as you continue to thrust into her. A mixture of pleasure and confusion is written on her face."

"You can't just...ohh...I mean...I don't know what's happening...this is...ahh..."

"As you continue, her moans grow louder and more frequent, giving way to pure pleasure. It's clear that whatever reservations she had about this encounter are quickly fading away."

Bree: "She gasps at your words and shudders in pleasure as you continue to thrust into her."

"Wha...what are you talking about? Martin is...ohh...is great, he doesn't need to...ahh...do this kind of thing..."

"Despite her attempt to defend her boyfriend, Bree can't deny the pleasure she's feeling from your actions. Her body continues to writhe with ecstasy."

"I don't...ohh...know why I'm...I'm letting you do this...but it feels...so good...ahh..."

"She lets out a moan that sounds almost like a whimper, lost in the sensations coursing through her body."

Bree: "She flushes red at your question and looks away, avoiding eye contact."

"Th-that's none of your business! Martin and I have...have a private relationship. And besides, that's not what this is about! I just...ahh..."

"Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to pleasure her. She can't seem to think straight with the sensations coursing through her body."

Bree: "L-like I said, you're such a total loser! But..."moans"...yes! Yes, I want you to use me. Just like this. I can't help it...I'm addicted to your touch."

"She arches her back and lets out another moan as you continue to pleasure her. Despite her tough exterior, it's clear that Bree is giving in completely to her desire for you."

Bree: "She looks up at you with a mix of defiance and submission in her eyes. Despite her usual dismissive attitude, she can feel herself being drawn into your power." "As if I would call you that. But...but okay, fine. If it makes you feel like a big shot. Master." "Her voice quivers slightly with desire as she says the word, unable to resist the thrill of submitting to your dominance."