Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 17 by Shibbar Shibbar

What do you do now?

Lets talk to pass the time

Frowning, you tell her that your like to just talk to pass the time. She looks... Hurt. Disappointed.

"A-are you sure?" She presses her chest against your hips, "talking is so... Boring, don't you think?"

Yes, you're very sure.

"O-oh..." She quietly clambers onto a high chair, her lips curled up into an upside down 'u', her eyes suddenly dull. Her elbow rests on the workbench, supporting her drooping head. There is a long silence that lasts several minutes. She sighs.

"It's because I'm past my prime now, isint it?" You were avoiding her eyes before, but they now are entirely focused on her. You shake your head. No, you just didn't feel like it, that's all. It has been a stressfull couple of weeks, today especially so. She just grunts in reply. "I feel like that's what they all say recently." Well you can't really blame them, can you? There is an apocalypse going on, and sex addicted monsters are roaming the streets, you tell her. She looks away, and another sigh escapes her. "...Yeah, you're right. Sorry." You smile and tell her she has nothing to apologise for.

"I just feel like I'm getting too old, and with all these men cooped up in this building it's hard to control myself sometimes," she attempts to curl up one side of her lip, "it won't be long before I'm just an old farting coot."

The sprit in the room is practically dead, so you try to raise it. You promise her that once this whole apocalypse thing is done, you'll fuck her, even if she is a bag of dusty bones. She can't help but laugh a little. "I hope you won't break my hip."

At that moment Susanne enters the room, your eyes locking together. "Oh you're here! I was worried you might've been caught." She bows respectfully to her professor, and then crosses her arms, a joking devilish smile on her face.

"So I guess you two have met each other already? What were you talking about behind my back, eh?"

"Oh nothing, nothing, just small talk" the professor replies, her voice a little melancholy.

Susanne chuckles, before slowly turning more serious. "So I guess we should explain what we're doing here, huh?"

What happens now?

Comments

      Want to support CHYOA?
      Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)