Hateya protects Sam from Charlotte

Sam took a deep breath, steadying himself as he stood before the girls, still completely naked but now victorious. He had survived. He had earned enough points. He could finally start dressing again.

"Alright," he exhaled, still trying to push past the lingering, pulsing arousal he had been carrying for what felt like hours. "I want my t-shirt and underwear. That should be 300 points."

Charlotte let out a scandalized gasp, placing a hand on her chest in mock offense. "Ohhh, no, no, no. You think you have 305 points? I hate to break it to you, but you don’t. You only have 255."

Sam’s stomach dropped. "What?!"

Charlotte grinned devilishly, glancing towards Hateya. "Well, you see, somebody decided to just give away the cock ring points. And that somebody wasn’t me. So I’m afraid those 50 points don’t count."

Sam’s mind reeled. She was docking his points?! After everything he just went through?!

"That’s not fair!" Sam argued, shifting uncomfortably as he fought the urge to cover himself again. "I earned those points! Candy took the cock ring from me! That wasn’t even my choice!"

Charlotte shrugged, all innocence. "Not my problem. You let her take it. No cock ring, no points. It’s only fair."

Sam turned to Hateya, **** for some backup. "Come on, Hateya, tell her that’s ridiculous!"

Hateya tapped a pen thoughtfully against her notepad, expression unreadable. "Actually, Charlotte has a point. The cock ring was an item you did not return of your own volition. If we were to maintain a strict system of fairness, then technically, the points should be rescinded."

Sam froze. No. No, no, no.

His throat dried up as the realization hit. If he lost those points, he wouldn't have enough to get his underwear back. That meant another humiliating walk, still bottomless.

Charlotte clapped her hands in delight. "Ohhh, I love this turn of events! Looks like you’ll just have to strut around in your t-shirt, Sam. I can’t wait to see that little cock-bounce while you walk."

Sam panicked. "Hateya! Please!" He practically begged her with his eyes. She had played fair so far. She had to save him here.

Hateya finally let out a sigh, closing her notebook. "That being said…" she continued, and for a moment, Sam swore he saw a ghost of a smirk tug at her lips. "We would also need to account for the… frankly astronomical number of times your penis was touched on your way here."

Sam blinked. "W-what?"

"The groping, Sam," Hateya clarified. "I would estimate that the cumulative amount of those touches merits at least 50 points. Possibly more."

Charlotte groaned loudly. "Oh, come on, Hateya! That’s such a cop-out!"

"It is data," Hateya corrected smoothly. "And it brings Sam’s total back to 305 points. Which means—" She turned to Sam. "—You may retrieve both your t-shirt and underwear."

Sam didn’t wait for a second more. He lunged for his underwear first, yanking it up his legs as quickly as possible before anyone could protest. The fabric felt heavenly after so long. Then, grabbing his t-shirt, he pulled it over his head, shivering at the sensation of finally being clothed.

"Boooo!" Charlotte pouted, slumping into a chair. "Ugh, it’s so much less fun when you can cover up."

Sara crossed her arms, tilting her head at Sam. "He was a lot cuter when he was all flustered and twitching." Her eyes dropped to his still-obvious bulge pressing against the front of his underwear- and the growing wet spot. "But at least we can still see how much this whole thing got to him."

Sam burned. He instinctively brought a hand down to shield himself again, but Sara only giggled in response.

"So," Hateya said, regaining control of the conversation, "we will reconvene tomorrow for your… educational session."