Chapter 30 by Gambio

Next Episode: 19th February

Dahlia’s Date Day(Dallying)

They found her in the very middle of the Hedge Maze. A beautiful place, adorned by a magnificent bell fountain, clearly designed to function as the “goal” of the maze.

There, Carol Summers was humping herself against the fountainhead, the spraying water creating a translucent veil around her.

Carol had her back turned to them and while the water veil did obstruct their line of sight somewhat, Ashley and Dahlia still had a very good view on Carol’s exposed backside. Including her impressive rear, only covered by a pink pair of panties.

Ashley wanted to say something before Dahlia pushed both hands over his eyes and pulled him back behind a hedge.

“Don’t look!”, she whispered. “If we intrude now that would be extremely embarrassing for her”,

Ashley gulped. He may no longer see the action, but the sounds certainly were still there and it made the situation only more erotic.

“W-why is she even doing that?”, Ashley whispered back.

“It could be a trap of this place”, Dahlia suggested. “We have to proceed with caution.”

She had a point, Ashley gulped. Carol might be **** to do this, furiously masturbating against her own will.

…

“This is nothing to get excited about”, Dahlia whispered, her mouth almost touching Ashley’s ear. “Just try to pretend that she is uh...taking a bath!”

It didn’t exactly help matters.

Dahlia kept stubbornly covering his eyes while keeping an eye out herself on the masturbating girl.

Of course, they couldn’t just turn back. They had to make sure Carol was alright after all.

Which, if the sheer intensity of her pleasuring was any indication, she probably wasn’t.

“Isn’t that dangerous?”, Ashley continued his sightless observation. From what little he did see, the fountain head appeared to be made out of solid stone and with how fast Carol was humping...

“It is well lubricated…”, Dahlia mused. If from the fountain or otherwise, she could not tell. “And it doesn’t look like there’s any blood. I’m more worried that she gets wet.”

“I’m pretty sure she already is.”

“Ash!”, Dahlia chided. “You need to take this situation seriously!”

Easier said than done with the raging erection he was sporting.

But of course, Dahlia was right. There was a time and please to pleasure yourself and this was clearly not it.

The master gulped again. This was the second time in less then 24 hours that he witnessed his classmate in such a compromising position.

Could she secretly be a pervert?

masturbated in front of the master, +2 VP

First time Bonus! +2 VP

masturbated in front of another contestant +0.5 VP

First time Bonus! +1VP

orgasmed in front of another contestant +0.5 VP

orgasmed in front of the master +1VP

Peeping tom! +1VP

First time Bonus +1 VP

Peeping tom Victim -1VP

First time bonus -1VP

The moans took on a higher pitch. So far Carol tried her best to muffle her moans at least somewhat, but there was no denying her lust at this point. She was without a doubt just moments away from climax.

Ashley pricks up his ears. He was very sure he just heard the tell tale sound of an orgasm, followed by exhausted breathing and the soft murmur of water.

Fuck, he was horny right now.Dahlia pressing her boobs into his back didn’t help.

“Should we just leave?”, Ashley whispered towards his partner.

“Alright, I think we can do that”, Dahlia agreed. “Now...let is just very quietly...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!”

Ashley noticed a wet sensation on his back.

It appears all the excitement had caused Dahlia to leak again, which the busty brunette unfortunately commented with a small(?) yelp.

Carol looked up like a deer in headlights.

Oh crap!

Then the panic caused her to fall backwards, towards the fountain pool and...

SPLASH!

…

“So...uh...mind explaining yourself?”

A thoroughly wet and shivering Carol was clutching Ashley’s cape tighter. Well, at least as much as she was able to. Her breasts had to be on display after all. She faced herself away from the two, to at least retain some modesty.

It wasn’t that cold here at least. Just as with the garden at large, some sort of magic appeared to keep the hedge maze at a pleasant temperature.

“I...would really rather not”, Carol finally managed to squeeze out. “It’s nothing really.”

Dahlia was having none of it.

“You just pleasured yourself at a fountain, right in front of the master's eyes”, the busty brunette huffed. “That is very much not nothing.”

Carol cringed almost as much as Ashley. “I assure you, it will not happen again.”

Dahlia raised an eyebrow. “Is this the work of one of the other girls? Ash won’t tolerate any bullying. If you were **** to do this, you have to tell us.”

“Yeah”, Ashley supported his date. As hot as the idea of **** public masturbation may be. “I don’t want to make this an order but you have to tell us what’s going on, Carol.”

Carol cringed some more at that. You didn’t need to see her face to be able to tell that the situation was clearly supremely mortifying for her. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“I was not **** to do this”, she finally answered.

“Meaning, you just decided to masturbate in public for the hell of it?”, Dahlia looked at the nerd’s back skeptically. “A likely story.”

“N-No, there was a culprit. Namely...my medication.”

Both Ashley and Dahlia exchanged a confused look.

“Nurse Hayabusa prescribed me painkillers yesterday. They worked splendidly”, Carol smiled ruefully while she showed them the box. “But unfortunately there was a catch. The pain was less killed and more converted. Into pleasure, to be precise. I was of course not informed of these…side effects.”

Ashley could fill in the rest. This had to be awful for Carol. Erotic maybe, but awful.

“That does sound like a prank Shizu would pull”, he admitted with a groan.

Dahlia was not quite as collected. “A prank? This has gotten way beyond a prank! Carol pleasured herself! In public! Back at home she would be arrested for indecent exposure!”

“Y-yeah”, Ashley mumbled. “That would be hot. "I mean bad!”

“So it was bullying after all”, Dahlia shook her head. “Why is everyone here just constantly bullying each other? Don’t you guys get it? If we want to make it through this, we have to work together!”

“I fully agree”, Carol responded.

“Do you?”, Dahlia glared at Carol. “Why did you even rely on these pills in the first place? You had to have been aware there would be a catch.”

“Well…”

"Besides. There’s a much easier solution for your issue. Right Ash?”

W-WHAT!

Ashley stared at Dahlia with his mouth agape. “Dahlia...w-what are you trying to say?”

“That she needs to suck you off, Ash”, Dahlia responded matter of factly. “And not just once or twice either. It probably needs to be as frequent as once per day.”

The master was at a complete lack of words. He was of course aware of that. He saw Carol’s transformation after all.

But having it spelled out like that…

It invigorated his erection immediately.

Dahlia meanwhile continued unperturbed towards the nerd. “Well? You are supposed to be smart, right? I’m sure you have figured that out for yourself.”

Carol did not respond, although her shaken expression was confirmation enough.

“Of course, if Ash allows it or not will depend entirely on your conduct.”

“M-my conduct?”

Ashley tried to say something but Dahlia ignored him.

“Of course. Your conduct might not be as problematic as others. But there are still issues. For example, you are way too subservient to De Sade. That will have to change. She is not the master of this Harem. Ash is.”

“Dahlia…”

“In fact, you should go down on your hands and knees right now and beg him for the privilege of his cock!”

“DAHLIA, THAT’S ENOUGH!”

His childhood friend finally flinched and Ashley immediately regretted his tone of voice.

He continued a bit softer. “Listen I...I get what you are trying to do here. But. I won’t **** her like this.”

Dahlia glared at him. “It’s not ****, Ash. It’s order. You need to reign these girls in. You need to teach them that actions have consequences. And pain is the only teacher these bullies respect.”

“I get that, but…” Ashley looked away. “But this...this is wrong.”

“Wrong?”, Dahlia let out a small gasp. “This is justice!”

“Dahlia...just...please let it go.”

…

The mood had soured considerably.

For a few moments nobody said anything.

Then, Dahlia turned herself away.

“I need a bit of time for myself.”

“Dahlia…”

“Don’t worry. I will be in the master suite tonight. We talk then.”

The brunette walked off, leaving her date behind.

“Don’t follow me.”

…

“W-what was that?”

Sahara’s legs were still shaking as she tried her best not to collapse again.

“Yeah, it was scary!” In comparison, Kikki had recovered considerably faster. At least once she was no longer in the presence of that awful teacher. At the moment she looked at the pink haired maid with wet eyes.

“Onee-chaaaan...can you pretty, pretty pwease tell us what the meanie auntie just bought?”

The pink maid looked like she was about ready to vomit. “Only if you stop doing that cutesy shit with me.”

“Got it.”

“It’s a special skill”, Cherry explained, looking even more done with life than usual. “Costs 30 VP. You can buy it once you have accumulated at least 50 VP. Each contestant has a unique one.”

30 VP! As far as Sahara was concerned that was a ridiculous amount of points to waste on some stupid skill.

Kikki however merely nodded. “Can you tell us what our skills are?”

“No”, the maid shook her head. “You just have to risk it for the biscuit.”

“Hmm… how very interesting”, Kikki was already back to all smiles.

“Yeah, a real riot”, Cherry responded sarcastically. “You’re about done?”

“Not quite. I like to exchange 5 Victory Points for 5000 Bonus Points.”

Transaction: 5 VP for 5000 BP

What the?

Why is everyone so eager to throw their VP away!

Kikki smiled happily as she saw her new balance. “Much better. Next, I like to buy this, please.”

shibari set: 4000 BP

Need somebody tied up? These ropes can do that for you. Release only via password or the master

Sahara looked at the perverse rope with apprehension. Was it just her imagination or did it wiggle slightly?

“I don’t like being made fun of”, the younger girl responded with a somewhat unnerving smile. “If that meanie teacher ever tries to humiliate me like that again…”, Kikki grabbed the ropes so hard her knuckles turned white.

The rope stopped wiggling

“But that’s all for me”, Kikki said, returning back to her usual smiling facade. “Saha, you wanted to do some shopping too, right?”

She did. Mostly some more presentable clothes but…

penguin mascot outfit 100 BP

the official mascot uniform of this season!

sexy nurse outfit: 300 BP

does not make you a nurse.

socks 20 BP

socks

sexy christmas elf: 200 BP

you are on the naughty list now

Micro bikini 40 BP

put the macro in micro

Bunny girl outfit 0 BP(cursed)

This outfit is not removable unless a fee of 1000 BP is paid. The wearer will become uncontrollably horny.

Diaper: 20 BP

not used

eatable panties: 200 BP

parmesan cheese taste

skimpy cheerleader uniform: 600 BP

no pom pom’s included

Most of the stuff here was ridiculous. It appeared entirely comprised of fetish wear. Plus she had to consider her work detail. Wearing something like...

Kimono: 1000 BP

slightly see-through

...just wasn’t practical.

Well, there were some normal clothes but…

regular shirt 2000 BP

It’s very regular

boring pants 4000 BP

Wearing them may make you fall asleep.

They were ridiculously expensive. Not to mention they looked positively hideous!

“Hm, but Saha I don’t think you can wear these clothes during work hours.”

“What!”

Cherry gave Sahara a look. “Obviously. You have to stay in uniform.”

Sahara looked down on herself. “B-But this is ridiculous! You can’t expect me to wear these rags forever!”

The impudent maid only shrugged in response. “If you don’t like it, take it up with the manager.”

Ah, indeed. She could do that.

Although said manager was currently having a date with Daddy.

For now Sahara should play it smart and save her money.

“Wanna move on then?”, Kikki yawned. “I have to help with Megan’s examination.”

Perfect. It was time for Sahara to put her plan in action.

…

Carol was woefully unequipped to deal with the situation at hand.

Once she ingested that pill, the lust overtook her near immediately. All she could do was run into the hedge maze, hoping to find a quiet place to relieve herself.

It was the best course of action. After all, nobody would be insane enough to enter a hedge maze in this place. That was just asking for trouble.

But Pompadour always had an uncanny ability of getting himself into trouble.

Which is why Carol was spotted...gratifying herself with a fountain.

And as if that was not just catastrophic enough, his date just ran off, leaving her to deal with the fallout.

Seriously, Carol wanted to run away herself.

Pompadour was just staring at the corridor Black disappeared. It would be nice if he ran after her but...that’s not how the date works.

Black asked to not be followed

Which meant Pompadour had no other choice but to stay here.

Of course, she herself could still run away.

But she was currently dressed in nothing but Pompadour’s coat while her clothes were let out to dry.

Stealing the master's clothes would probably be ill advised.

In other words, she was stuck here with him.

This was a critical situation. A wrong move could have devastating consequences.

In moments like these, it is best to first lighten the mood with a clever joke. But the joke can not be too clever or you risk coming across as pretentious. Hm, perhaps rather than a joke she should settle for a quip? Yes, there is nothing better than a spontaneous quip. She just has to make sure to come up with a good one.

…

Alright, she got it.

Carol adjusted her glasses and lightly elbowed Pompadour in the side, her mouth slowly turned upwards in a 45 degree angle for the position most commonly considered a light smirk.

“Women, am I right?”

In response, Pompadour took a long, very labored sigh, plopped himself down on one of the benches and clutched his face with his trembling hands.

SHE KNEW SHE SHOULD HAVE ANGLED HER MOUTH 60 DEGREES!

Should she just leave after all? When someone is emotionally devastated the best strategy is to leave them alone so that they can figure it out for themselves.

But...Pompadour looked really bad. Nervous breakdown and hyperventilating bad. What if he suffers an epileptic seizure and dies? Would she lose points for that?

And...regrettably, there was something she could do.

Carol slowly let herself down on the bench and scooted over.

…

There was really no delicate way to handle it.

Here goes nothing

“Hoiyo-Poyoyoyo!”

Carol grabbed Pompadour and shoved his face straight into her cleavage.

“Mppflflgrffflll!!!”

He flailed for a bit, but it was surprisingly easy to keep him fixated in place.

Luckily it took only a few seconds for the calming effect to be applied.

“H-Have you calmed down?”

“mpff…”

Gingerly lifting his face, Carol indeed noted that Pompadour looked more relaxed.

“We have to talk about consensual applications of your breasts”, Pompadour slurred out with a flushed face.

At least he had the grace to look away.

“My apologies”, Carol quickly pulled the borrowed cape around her body again. “But in this situation it felt necessary.”

She knew that sullen look. It was the look of resignation. He sported that look a lot once Carol had firmly established her scholarly supremacy.

For the first time, Carol didn’t mind her transformation that much.

Alright, she recovered after that first misstep. Now what? Should she engage in small talk? Social banter is the cornerstone of civilization.

“Oh boy, that sure is nice weather that we are having! That snow does not appear to let up any time soon!”

“How are your teeth?”

...

Excuse me?

We were just having a nice conversation about the weather!

You can’t just switch topics like that! That’s not how small talk works! You have to pivot with “speaking off” and “Anyways”!”

It caught Carol quite a bit off guard. She never really engaged in smalltalk with Pompadour. Most of their few conversations were very...professional.

Which begs the question, how should she respond to this inquiry to maximize her advantage?

“It’s manageable”, the nerd eventually answered.

She decided to play it safe with a half truth.

The pill she swallowed helped, but the effect only appeared to last for two hours. Of course, as long as Carol doesn’t mind dealing with the immense arousal she could just keep taking them. That said, since the effect was that strong already, she really wasn’t looking forward to how far gone her mind would be if the pain intensified.

It wasn’t a topic she had any desire to discuss with Pompadour however. As such, Carol decided that offense was the best defense and launched a question of her own.

“Anyways, how are you adjusting to this situation? Please be as specific as possible.”

Pompadour only sighed in response. That was clearly not a good sigh. Pun intended.

“I’m sorry”, he apologized(Why?) “It’s just, I am very overwhelmed right now.”

Aha. A so-called emotional vulnerability! Carol should take advantage of it.

“Overwhelmed you say?”, the nerd adjusted her glasses. “Whenever I encounter a difficult equation I compartmentalize the problem. What seems to be the sticking point?”

“It’s everything really”, Pompadour chuckled. “It feels...it feels like I’m drowning and no matter how hard I swim I can’t reach the surface.”

What does that even mean? Carol was no psychiatrist. She has no issue with solving problems but she needs to know what the question is first. Preferably submitted as a formula.

“Perhaps you should talk to Nurse Hayabusa about that”, she was only able to suggest.

In response, Pompadour chuckled, this time even more hollowly. “Shizu? You saw what she did to me. You know I can’t trust her.”

The nerd nodded. “Ok, that’s good. We can rule Hayabusa out as an answer. That’s progress. Now, I already said that I’m not helpful either. So I’m out too. Sinclair, well she is a bully, so we strike her as well. Black, you are clearly not on the best terms with her right now. Watson is out too, I don’t think I need to even specify why. That leaves Marvelous, Peshkova and Madame de Sade.”

“Sahara is delusional and Kikki would try to manipulate me. Do you start to see my issue?”

Pompadour’s voice was bitter.

Ok, that was a chance. It was risky but if she can make the master trust Madame de Sade her own value would skyrocket.

“You know”, Carol began carefully. “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

For a moment, the silence was crushing.

“N-No, I’m serious. You really don’t give Madame de Sade enough credit. She really is not the villain you make her out to...”

“Carol”, Pompadour interrupted her. “Do you really think I’m that much of a moron?”

Oh, crap!

“No”, Carol responded immediately. “In fact, I almost admired your intelligence! Uh, I-I mean I always admired your intelligence! Yes! You’re very smart! Ehehehe!”

Pompadour looked...agitated.

This was quickly going from bad to worse. Should she shove his breasts into her face again? Ah, wait, no the other way around. Her face into his chest.

Unfortunately, he asked another question before she got the chance.

“You know, Carol. I was meaning to ask. Was what Dahlia said about you and De Sade true?”

Here it was. The question Carol wanted to avoid at all cost.

Should she answer truthfully? Now, she couldn’t possibly do so.

Play it safe. Play it safe.

“We are on amicable terms.”

Pompadour's reaction to it was difficult to describe. Tired, might be the closest approximation.

“De Sade has no intention of cooperating. She has made that very plain. In fact, she plans to eliminate four of the girls. You do see how being on amicable terms with her proves a bit of an issue for me?”

Carol froze. It feels that she is just digging herself further and further into a hole.

Pompadour continued. “I disagree with Dahlia’s methods, but she isn’t wrong. If push comes to shove I will have to resort to drastic measures against her. And you.”

This is going abysmally. Normally, Carol hates taking risks but she has to fix this situation.

“Pompadour…” Carol took a deep breath. “Listen, Madame De Sade will win this game. That is...it’s a forgone conclusion, really. The same way the Principia Mathematica defines that 1 plus 1 will always equal 2. All we can do is arrange ourselves with that reality and make the best out of it.”

“By sacrificing four girls”, Pompadour's face was a mask.

“Sacrificing is a strong word. I am sure if we talk to de Sade we can convince her to go easy on...”

“I refuse.”

“It’s not a matter if you allow it, Pompadour. It’s simply…”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said I refuse.”

“O-Oh…”

As Carol found herself near collapsing under the withering stare, she had but one thought.

Perhaps calming Pompadour down wasn’t the winning strategy after all.

…

“It appears matters are not quite proceeding as planned.”

Euphémie de Sade was enjoying a bubble bath. Her supple skin only barely covered by foam.

In front of her bathtub a television was positioned and from it a penguin was staring unreserved down at the bathing contestant.

“A minor set back”, de Sade responded while watching the television in front of her with a sultry smile. “It is, after all, only the second day.”

“The second day, and you are second to last in points, after that...impulse buy of yours.”

“Impulse you say?”, de Sade smiled icily. “It was your faulty intel that caused this. The doctor is NOT in love with the boy. Care to explain that gross display of incompetence?”

“It is under investigation”, he replied curtly.

That statement was woefully insufficient to encapsulate the enormity of this mistake.

De Sade was aware of every little secret her fellow contestants tried so desperately to hide.

Shizuka Hayabusa feminized the body of the master in order to satiate her own perverse lust. A deranged lesbian that went for **** measures to satisfy her desire.

That should have been the truth.

It made sense based on her own experience with the nurse as well, hence de Sade had no reason to question that report. Not that this would have been part of her duty.

Of course, mistakes can happen. And whoever was responsible for this one will have all eternity to make up for it.

“Now”, de Sade continued, shifting herself imperceptibly to give the audience a bit more of a show without actually showing anything. “Are there any other irregularities you wish to inform me of?”

“Only a minor one. It appears our host's audience engagement system has caught on with a few other seasons.”

The teacher furrowed her brow in irritation. “What absurdity is this now?”

“The system does show promise.”

“It is clunky and underutilized. A pathetic attempt at farming engagement. Unproven and faulty. Our ratings are falling.”

“They are”, Mr. Penguin admitted. “But they are not yet at a level that would justify our involvement. That much is within expectations however. It is, after all, only the second day.”

“Don’t get wise with me now, Sefotatstlaka. We both know that there is only one outcome for this miserable excuse of a season and its host. Why delay the inevitable?”

“The conclusion is forgone”, the penguin lit himself a comically large cigar. “But deviations in the script are a season's finest seasoning. Speaking of which...”

For a split second de Sade’s eyes glazed over as new information forcibly penetrated her memory.

“How quaint, more plagiarism”, the teacher sneered. “Why am I only informed of this now?”

“Because that is when the host came up with this half time entertainment. She has not applied for permission.”

“Suffice to say, you will not approve it.”

“I will ignore it.”

Another infraction. More kindle for the inevitable pyre.

De Sade had to admit she always liked Sefotatstlaka’s particular brand of cruelty.

“Very well. I will...adjust. It should provide me with some amusement”, the teacher decided. “This season has been dreadfully dull so far.”

Just at that moment there was a polite knock at the bathroom door.

“Madame de Sade? You have a visitor.”

De Sade’s mouth turned into a thin smile. “Do I now? Let her in.”

“Do not get sloppy now”, the penguin on the TV warned.