Believe it or not you’re a professional

You take a breath. There’s no lying to yourself; you aren’t the good guy. Your dick is hard as a rock and 22-year-old you is making some pretty compelling arguments to act first and damn the consequences.

You’ve exploited women every which way in Shoubu. Was this any different?

Except.

Except it’s always been in every way that the GAMES allowed. Or at the very least in ways that were ultimately however technically, the woman’s choice. And that was the rub that let you sleep at night.

‘The GAMES allowed.’

‘Ultimately their choice’

Every student and faculty member knew the score and could leave Shoubu any time they wanted. But they put up with the risks, including of course getting fucked. They put up with the risks for the prestige of the degree and the promise of PRIZE Tokens and magic or for the sheer thrill of it.

Screwing Cindy now would get you a **** and you’d probably get away with it too. But it would be so far outside the GAME rules it would be one violation you couldn’t abide in yourself.

And anyway, forcing yourself on the **** girl you’d just saved was kind of tacky even for you.

You sigh and reach for a blanket to cover Cindy with. You figure whatever she’d been spiked with would run its course by the morning.

In the meantime, you’d rub one out to cool the massive hard-on straining against your trousers and start working on a plan to get Jake’s penis and balls back from a psycho goth.