CH2 Against All Odds

I open my eyes. It feels like I slept a while. “Ah… my butt…” I roll over and hold my booty. The floor is very hard and I think I fell asleep while sitting down. I look around and see that the hallway looks the same as it did before. I sigh as I remember where I am. I’m still in the game. The tight clothes still feel snug on me and the bracelet is wrapped around my wrist tighter than ever. It’s not so nice to wake up to a place like this, but I stand up and stretch.

Usually in the morning I would take a shower and brush my teeth, but I doubt I’ll get the luxury. Good thing the suit seems to be very breathable and I’ve never felt sweaty in it, even with all the running. It’s still so tight, it’s hugging me absolutely everywhere. I run my hands over my body and sigh. My hands go to my crotch and I feel my hard morning penis. I really doubt it’s actually morning, but genitalia doesn’t care about that. Sometimes I jerk off after waking up, but now I can’t even be bothered, and I don’t even have a safe room in sight. I pick up the shotgun I got from Grace from the floor and check that I still have the submachine gun I got from Sam and then realize – if this is day 2, Sam is gone, isn’t she? The person behind this said there’s a punishment in store for the losers. I am not sure what to feel. On the other hand I would love for Calliope and her goons to get some sort of punishment for being total assholes, but in a way I feel horrible for Wicky too.

I walk back to the music room and sure enough, Sam is gone. I walk through the room and start exploring on my own. I go through the second floor rooms and find some useful supplies and finally get a level up. Eliminating Sam gave me a pretty good boost to my EXP and I can now access purple chests. I have not seen many of those. There’s a lot on my mind, but I feel I can put my legs to work while thinking to myself. I find some stairs leading up to the third floor. I’ve not explored it yet and brace myself and enter.

As I explore the club rooms of the third floor, I think back to life before the game. I am not any special girl with any special talents or grades. I’m somewhat average and I’m ok with that. I have a couple good friends and I visit futanari support group sessions every saturday with my mom. I am friends with many of the people there, including Grace. Right now I’m not sure what to think. She joined Calliope, but the situation was difficult. The only way I can think it makes sense, is if she plans on betraying her. I just want her to be ok through it all. And I feel I just got lucky to slip away like that. That girl with the blonde pigtails was crazy. I wonder if I’ll see her again… or at least learn her name.

I find the traditional tea club and smell incense in the air. I used to go to it when I was a freshman, but after a while I didn’t like how hard it was on the rules. I remember one time I poured the tea first to one girl from the left, turned, poured it for one from the right and apparently that was incorrect. Apparently there’s a risk of burning the hand of the drinker as they would take the cup with their right hand. So I can’t take the pot to that side. It made me a little mad and I quit the club the next year. I think I’m a logical person, but these traditions just don’t work for me.

I find two blue boxes and a large purple one in the very center of the room. It looks like a jackpot to me. I go loot and find good ammo usbs and a pistol in the blue boxes and as for the purple one, I peek inside and to my surprise there is something completely different than I imagined. It’s not an **** rifle as I predicted, but two submachine guns and what looks like a special scope. It’s very underwhelming to me as there’s no way I need three submachine guns.

“What the heck…” I mutter and look at my tool belt. There’s just enough room for them on my back and my front and now I’m absolutely full. I look through the scope and it looks weird. I read the side and it says that it’s a night vision scope. I remember the music room and wonder if that would happen again. I try to figure out how to put the scope on my shotgun and after a while I get it on somehow. I have not really been aiming so far, so it feels unnatural to me, but I let it be there for now.