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Sandy sent me a message soon after her stream ended.

“OMG Ron... I am literally hiding under my blanket right now, I can't believe I actually listened to you and did that I'm so embarrassed I think I might die, and I really need a little bit of time to just think about... everything. But seriously, thank you so much for helping me get through tonight. You are a true friend!”

I chuckled.

Sure, ending it with “friend” stung.

But she had to think about stuff.

She was changing.

She was opening up to the possibility of-

No, perhaps not yet.

But the seed was there. I could feel it.

I turned my attention back to the app.

Five fresh actions for Sandy.

I looked at the list.

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Take creepshots of attractive women in public (+8 CORRUPTION, +6 STRESS) / D E

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That one almost made me laugh.

She was already doing that on her own.

Well, okay, maybe it was currently limited to one person, but still.

The app was basically just putting a stamp of approval on her existing hobby.

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Organize stream schedule to match User's preferences (+10 OBEDIENCE, +3 LOVE, +4 STRESS) / D

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Sounded cool, but not useful. I didn’t need her obedience.

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Pick out an outfit she thinks User would like (+8 LOVE, +3 OBEDIENCE, +2 STRESS) / M D

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That was actually really sweet. I liked the idea of her standing in front of her closet in the morning, holding up different tops, wondering which one would make me smile.

Not in a creepy way. Just... It was nice to be thought about.

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Stream an extra session in a revealing outfit ($$$, +15 CORRUPTION, +20 STRESS) / W-E

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Twenty stress was a lot.

But the corruption gain was huge, and the money was a nice bonus.

And, yeah, obviously I wanted to see it.

Me and her growing fanbase.

Though the idea of her putting on a show for all those mouthbreathers in her chat didn’t make me jump with joy.

Once me and Sandy got together… She would have to give up all this stream stuff.

Fuck those guys.

And then the last action on the list.

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Play a non-lesbian, erotic, visual novel (+10 CORRUPTION, +7 LOVE, +8 STRESS) / N

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I read it again.

Non-lesbian.

As in... straight.

As in, Sandy would sit in her apartment at night, clicking through illustrated scenes of a woman falling for a guy. Getting flustered by it. Getting invested in the romance.

Maybe even getting turned on by it.

Well fuck.

That sounded exactly like what we needed.

This would be her opening a door.

Letting her explore at her own pace, in the safety of her own room, with nobody watching or judging.

And if she found herself caring about the male love interest, rooting for the romance, feeling her heart race during the intimate scenes...

That would be real.

She could start to change.

The app could nudge, but it couldn't make her fake genuine interest.

…Right?

Actually I had no idea how it worked.

Were these feelings all real, cultivated from the idle actions… or was it all fake? Some mind control shit?

…Pointless question.

If I went too deep into that I’d start questioning the reality of reality itself.

But this felt like the right path.

Gentle. Gradual.

Hell, respectful even.

I mean… I was only helping her discover a side of herself she'd never explored.

Plenty of people thought they were one thing their whole lives, only to realize they were more flexible than they assumed.

It happened all the time.

A notification banner slid across the screen.

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New outfit unlocked: "Casual stream"

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I couldn’t click it open fast enough.

My mouth fell open.

Sandy in a cropped, oversized band tee, knotted at the waist so a strip of her stomach showed.

Below that, tiny black gym thongs hugging her hips.

Knee-high striped socks in black and white.

A chunky gaming headset around her neck.

I stared at it for way too long.

For some reason, this hit my dick harder than the Mistress Hex cosplay had done.

And I wasn't sure why at first.

Then I got it.

The Hex costume was a performance. A character she put on and took off.

It was the difference between a girl trying to be sexy and a girl who just... was. Without knowing it.

This was like… her core.

I would be changing the core of how she dressed normally.

I couldn’t take my eyes of those thongs, showing the soft curve where her hot ass met her hot thighs.

If this became her regular streaming look... If this was just normal Tuesday night Sandy...

I had to close the preview before I lost another twenty minutes.

Focus. Strategy. Think.

What exactly did I want to do now?

I leaned back in my chair.

I had received Sandy’s first corruption heart.

She was more corrupted now.

Which is what I wanted.

So I could turn her more straight.

…But was this enough?

This whole experience had been… remote.

Screens and texts and phone calls.

She tasted herself on a livestream, yeah, but I wasn't in the room.

I was just some guy texting to her in that situation.

We needed to go further.

All the way… to corruption heart number 2.

And that event… it had to be something in person.

And it needed to be physical.

Long story short, I needed to make her cum.

Hard.

So hard she’d switch hetero and never look back.

Yeah, that’s right.

If I could fuck her brains out, it would solve everything.

…

I thought about Jennifer.

The bathroom.

The way she came so hard she screamed, her body clenching around me while water sprayed everywhere.

That was pretty convincing evidence.

I could theoretically- no, not just theoretically. I could do it.

But was it me, or was it the app doing the heavy lifting?

If I could get more practice with Jennifer... figure out what really makes a woman lose control...

No.

I killed the thought before it got comfortable.

No more practice dummy shit.

Things with Jennifer were already too deep.

The surprise Love 2 heart proved that. She was developing real feelings, and every time I touched her, I pulled her further into something I couldn't give back.

I probably should stay away from her. Before she ended up permanently attached to someone who'd never feel the same way.

It was weird to even think about. Me, worrying about a hot fucking babe catching feelings for me.

A month ago, my biggest relationship concern was whether the gas station clerk would grunt at me or not.

But that was exactly the problem. If I kept going with Jennifer just because the sex was amazing, I'd be doing to her exactly what I was afraid of.

Trapping her in love with someone who was saving his heart for somebody else.

Jennifer and I were fun together. The dominance, the sex, the tension.

But fun wasn't love.

And we had basically nothing in common beyond the physical stuff.

Different worlds. Different people.

She deserved better than being my practice dummy.

So... Sandy. Only Sandy. That was the plan. That had always been the plan.

I opened Sandy's profile and started building her week.

The app had unlocked an eighth action slot after the corruption event. Eight moves per week now.

I studied her full action list.

I placed my eight actions carefully across the week.

There. That feels good.

A bit too much stress, but it shouldn’t matter. I’d get her second corruption heart before that meter filled up.

I saved the schedule and locked my phone.

For the first time in a while, things actually made sense.

I stood up and stretched, my back popping in three places.

My apartment was still a wreck from the half-assed cleaning attempt earlier.

Garbage bags, dishes, dust. The usual.

Didn't matter.

I felt good. Actually good.

A walk. That's what I needed.

Night air.

Empty streets.

Maybe a cigarette.

Just enjoy the quiet for once, let the win settle in.

I grabbed my keys.

Slid into my boots. No laces, as always.

Reached for the doorknob and pulled.

The door swung open…

and my entire body locked up.

I couldn’t breathe.

Leaning against the opposite wall…

It was her.

One heeled boot crossed over the other, arms folded under her chest.

She was wearing a tight black corset top that pushed her tits into an obscene display of pale cleavage.

A tiny plaid miniskirt.

Ripped fishnets.

Combat boots.

That leather choker with the metal O-ring.

Her dark hair tied up in a bun.

Her smoky eyes found mine instantly.

Jennifer smiled.

"Hello there... Ron Stuckey."

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