Preparing

After Surya comes to, she cleans and discusses the minutia of creating a new branch of the school. The takeaway is you must find students, convince their parents, and recruit teachers. With that in mind, Surya pulls out a folder and hands it to me.

“This family is planning on leaving as well. We’d like to see if you can convince them to try out our new school branch,” Surya informs you.

The folder has Solomon written on the front. Inside are the pictures and dossier of the family. There isn’t much helpful information; it’s all about their finances, politics, and grades. But nothing sticks out as a reason they would drop out.

You look at their pictures, ignoring their father. They have light brown hair. Briley, the mother, is very thin, looking like skin and bones. She has a flat chest and a face filled with freckles. Her hair is straight and sits on the middle back of her back. Her bangs are simple with a straight cut. She has a pale complexion that combines into a sickly look.

Briley has identical twins, Holly and Mally. They have loose, curly hair that reaches their upper back. They have moderate-sized breasts and a lithe body. They at least have more fat than their mother. Besides the names on the paperwork, you cannot tell the difference between the girls.

Surya says, “As you can see, you have a lot in common.”

You scoff and throw the folder on the coffee table, “There are only a few similarities.”

“Are you not interested?”

You lean back on the couch. “If it’s for my daughters, I’ll do anything. However, I don’t think forcing others to join is necessary. It’ll be better to find interested women.”

“That would be best, but Briley hasn’t told us why she’s leaving yet. We hope that her daughters will be interested in our new branch,” Surya explains.

“Ok, it won’t hurt,” you say. “I’ll send an invitation for a meeting.”

You pull out your phone and dial your secretary. She’s a woman who grew up with your mother and has been your aide since childhood. “Darlene, please send Briley Solomon a cordial invitation to breakfast.”

“I will send the messenger immediately.”

You hang up. Darlene takes care of all the domestic and social workers. She is very efficient. That reminds you, she has a daughter who has been looking for a place to do research. You note to check in on it as you leave the office.

You open the kdk app.

Surya brought to orgasm +5xp

Surya's first orgasm +20xp

Surya brought to orgasm +5xp

Surya brought to orgasm +5xp

Surya level 2! +10xp

Surya Shrivastav

Role: Subject, School President Assistant

Age: 23

Kink: Moral Degradation lover

Level unlock: 0/8500 seconds

Level: 2

Inherited

Clean Girl

Passive Unlocks

Level 2:The subject will innately understand the kinks of others.

Active Unlocks

Level 2: Degrading Clothes-

Condition: None.

Effect: The subject will change into debauch clothes as soon as possible. The higher the subject’s level, the more **** the outfit.

Cooldown: None.

“It didn’t turn out that interesting. But I’ve already had plenty of fun,” you muse with a smile.

You return home and lazily lay on the couch. As dinner time nears, you receive a phone call from your secretary. She informs you that Solomon’s family is free to meet you tomorrow morning. You then notify Darlene of your new position and its current goal. You tell her to begin researching possible students and teachers.

“That reminds me. You have a daughter doing some interesting research,” you say, although you honestly don’t know what she is researching.

Darlene responds, “She appreciates your donation. But if you’re asking about her, are you considering hiring her as a teacher?”

You nod, agreeing with your secretary, “Since she’s been struggling, I think it’s a good fit.”

“I will ask her.”

“Thank you. Have a good evening.”

“You too miss.”

After the conversation, you lethargically get up to make dinner. Your sister calls you as you look in the fridge to decide what to eat.

“Hello,” you say with your phone stuck between your shoulder and ear.

“Hello, what are you up to?” Olivia asks.

“Deciding what to eat,” you respond with disinterest.

“Would you like to come over and eat with us?”

You shut the fridge and agree, “I’ll be there in a bit.”