Jennifer Whatley – Corruption Event 1

And then… the eye contact ended.

Just like that. She turned her head back to her magazine, clearly deeming it more interesting than me.

Watching her long black nails turn over the next page, my eyes betrayed me and focused on that attention-stealing cleavage.

They were perfect.

Such fabulous, squeezable-

“Yo, creep. Those are not part of our merchandise.”

I quickly woke up from the daydream, and realized I was still standing in the doorway like a complete dolt. A creep. A fucking sexless loser.

She hadn’t even bothered looking up, correctly assuming where my eyes had drifted.

Her personality was still the same. The cool, arrogantly bored chick who was terminally above everything and anyone who shared space with her.

“S-Sorry, I, I just-“ I stammered, tripping over my tongue like always.

She slowly turned her head to me. Half-lidded eyes pinned me in place, flattening me with nothing but disdain.

“Not like you could afford them anyways.”

Then she just turned back. Leaving me there, slaughtered, humiliated and already forgotten.

This was more social pressure than I could handle.

I placed my hand on the doorhandle, ready to get the fuck out of there.

But… the handle wouldn’t budge.

What the fuck? It worked just a few seconds ago?

My phone buzzed.

A dialogue box appeared on the screen.

Exit the event?

Yes / No

Wait, what?

I was locked here?

Well, unless I chose to end the event, I guess?

How could- It could affect reality this much?

It somehow had the power over the door of this dingy little convenience store?

This was it. This was the final, final moment when my doubts about the app ended. It could do anything. It could change people, it could change reality.

Somehow, the thought made me hard. Really hard.

No pranks. No fuckery. I really had the power to corrupt this woman.

To corrupt any woman.

And... make them love me.

Why should I be afraid anymore? I held all the power.

I turned back. She didn’t even seem to care, the glossy pages of the magazine keeping her more occupied.

What’s the move? What could I actually “do” here?

Could I just- I don’t know, touch her?

…

No, wait. Get serious.

This was her very fist corruption-heart.

At this point, she wouldn’t be the sluttiest slut ever. Showing her cleavage might be the maximum of her new… evolution.

She could still call cops if I crossed some line. I think. At least… I didn’t know if the app could save me from that.

Okay, I wasn’t all-powerful. All I could do was slowly transform her into something more fun. Right now, she was still very close to her usual self.

And if I ended up in jail… The app couldn’t help me there.

I looked around the shop. I was the only one here.

Almost like everything was set up for our meeting, and our meeting alone.

I considered throwing another clumsy flirt at her, maybe she’d react differently this time? Since this was an “event”, right?

…Eugh, just the thought of doing that and failing again was already making me sick in the stomach.

I mean, I could still probably “fail” this event, right? I had no way of knowing if my victory was guaranteed.

In the end, I decided to play things the way I would’ve normally. Just to see if this “event” was something I had to activate, or if it happened by itself.

I gathered all my usual consumables, and yes, that included those eggs again.

What can I say? I’m hopelessly addicted to omelettes. One of the few things that makes me happy in this world. Sue me.

Our interaction at the counter was… pitiful.

Neither of us spoke. I was too stuck trying to think up a cool line. All my thoughts just circled around her tits and trying to make light of the fact that I had stared at them like a dying man in a desert.

Those things could probably trickle at least a few drops of milk to save a dying man. Even if she wasn’t pregnant. They were that big. I’m sure if I tried hard enough, I could suck out something.

Probably shouldn’t say that out loud.

The other reason I couldn’t get my mind off her tits (as if I needed another reason for that), is that she kept scanning all the items deliciously close to her tits.

Almost like… she knew what she was doing to me.

She was acting like she didn’t even know me, but I knew for a fact she had been having pleasant dreams about me and masturbating while thinking about me. At least three times.

Some part of her cool exterior had to be an act.

The last thing she scanned were the eggs.

For those, she finally looked up at me and grinned.

I was too stunned to smile back. When I finally did, she was already looking away.

And… that’s it.

I packed my items and she went back to her magazine.

I looked at my app. It didn’t say anything about “Yay, congrats for finishing the event” or something like that. As far as it looked, it was still ongoing.

But I seriously had no clue what to do next.

Perhaps I just needed to leave with this, and retry things tomorrow?

I walked towards the door with that thought rapidly gaining ground, until-

“HEY!” she suddenly shouted behind me.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest, and I practically jumped into the ceiling.

Needless to say, my groceries flew all over the place. Including those damn eggs. They landed at my feet and created a familiar puddle on the floor.

As my heartrate slowly settled down, my ears focused on the melodic sound coming from the counter.

It was her laughter. Her mean, but oddly sweet laughter.

It was pretty much the last sound I ever expected to come out of that gothic edgelord of a woman.

Somebody could it even describe it as “cute”.

“Sorry, sorry,” she gasped out between the final spurts of her manic laughter, wiping her eyes. “Had to do it. It was too perfect.”

Once again, I was speechless. She made me spill my eggs… for a laugh?

What a mean, horrible person.

Yet… If it got me to hear that laughter, maybe it was worth it?

No, don’t think like that. She was just playing with you, make you the court jester in her little castle. You should feel humiliated and angry. After all… Guess who had to clean all this? Again?

“Aww. Stop pouting. Fine. I’ll clean it this time.”

She got out from the counter and grabbed a mop.

For the first time, I got to see her legs in real life.

I almost made a bigger mess into my pants.

That black dress with those deliciously skintight fishnet stockings. Black, high-heeled boots. She was the walking wet dream of every goth-fethisist.

Not that I was one, but I was beginning to have aspirations.

I was about to move when she walked to the spot, but she stopped me.

“Don’t move. You did a really crappy job last time. You need to see how it’s done… in case you have another accident,” she said, winking at me.

What?

That almost sounded like it had a double-meaning or something?

Wait, was she… flirting?

Then, she turned her back to me and bent down.

All the way down. Like… 90 degrees.

Her thick goth ass was all the way lined up with my crotch.

So much so that I could even see the traces of her panties under her skirt.

And just when I thought I would have a panic attack, she began cleaning.

And by cleaning, I mean grinding her body to sweep up the stain.

Which meant her booty kept bumping into me.

Into my crotch.

“See… What you have to do here… You really, really have to grind this big tool to soak up all the liquids. That’s the only way to get… satisfaction. Of a clean workplace.”

I didn’t know what was happening. My soul had left my body.

All my efforts went into keeping my boner down. What would happen if she bumped into that?

…Yeah? What would happen?

After an agonizingly long cleaning session, where she only ever stood in the same spot, and bumped into my crotch at least 27 times, she finally got up.

She turned around, looking down at my pants.

“Oh. Would you look at that.”

She put her hand next to my crotch and I nearly blacked out.

She rubbed my upper thigh for a few seconds… missing my rapidly hardening cock by only a few inches… and then lifted her hand back up.

There was… goo on them.

Goo?

“Looks like some got on your pants. Too bad. It’s sad to waste all these eggs.”

She played with her fingers for a few seconds, the sticky egg-goo running messily between them.

Then she put her index finger in her mouth…

And started licking it clean.

Then her middle finger.

Then all the other fingers.

Licking.

Cleaning.

...Swallowing.

“Mmm. Sure love that taste of protein.”

That was it.

My body, soul and mind couldn’t handle it anymore.

I sprang for the door, opened it, and ran for at least a few miles.

It was only hours later that I even remembered that I left all my bought groceries there.

Fuck them. I was glad to survive that whole ordeal still breathing.

That… That was corruption, right?

It was all just so… sudden and… much. Too much for me to handle right now.

I needed to ease into this shit. I could count on one hand the amount of erotic interactions I had had in my life, and there was nothing that even compared to that.

And for the event… Wait, I had managed to open that door, right? With nothing blocking me?

I quickly checked the app.

CORRUPTION 1 EVENT COMPLETED!

Jennifer learned that she enjoyed teasing you. She will now tease you more intensely.

Oh, okay. Event completed.

“Jennifer learned”? Something about that sounded odd. As did the “more intensely” part.

Oh God. What- What was she going to do next?

But wait. She still didn’t even know who I was. Or where I lived. How could she even interact with me if she can’t find me?

It was hard to think. My heart was still going a mile a minute.

I would need at least a few days to get my head together.

I looked at her profile on the app.

Four new schedule options had been unlocked.

Organize store to better fit user’s preferences (+7 OBEDIENCE, +2 LOVE, +1 STRESS) / D

Try to search information about user on the net (unsuccessfully) (+10 LOVE) / D E N

Go clubbing in an exposing outfit (+15 CORRUPTION, +5 STRESS) / W-E

Drink egg protein shakes, imagining it’s user’s cum (+5 LOVE, +5 CORRUPTION, +1 STRESS) / M D E

Holy shit.

Also, the amount of active blocks I could now make per week was upgraded to six.

Things… Things were going progress faster now, weren’t they?

Wait… There was one more unlock.

Congrats! New work uniform unlocked!

• A new schedule option!

**** to wear work uniform ( +10 OBEDIENCE, +3 CORRUPTION, +7 STRESS) / D

That night, I masturbated like a maniac.