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Chapter 7 by kenziekerg

What do you do?

Go outside

Your heart races as you stare at the mandatory task timer. Twenty-one hours left… but why drag it out? The thought of staying cooped up any longer in this state feels worse than facing the outside world. You take a deep, shaky breath, smooth the tiny blue sundress down as best you can, and slip on a pair of simple sandals that appeared in your inventory when you selected the outfit earlier.

“Alright… ten minutes. I can do this,” you whisper to yourself, voice soft and feminine.

You step out the front door. The warm afternoon air washes over your bare legs immediately. Every breeze feels like a caress against your hypersensitive skin. The short hem of the dress flutters dangerously with each step, threatening to expose you. Your taped breasts bounce gently under the loose neckline, and the tape over your pussy shifts with every movement, keeping you constantly aware of the slick heat between your thighs.

You walk down the familiar street, trying to act natural. Arousal: 64%. The game HUD stays visible in the corner of your vision, the timer for the task already counting your outdoor time.

Barely two minutes in, you spot him — Mark, one of your longtime male friends from the neighborhood. He’s walking toward you, scrolling on his phone. Your stomach drops. You almost turn around, but the task progress bar nudges forward. Just greet him and keep moving.

You **** a small wave and a nervous smile as you get closer. “Hey there.”

Mark looks up, his eyes widening slightly as they take in your figure — the short sundress, the plunging neckline, your perky B-cups barely contained. He clearly doesn’t recognize you. “Uh… hi. Do I know you? You look… familiar, but I can’t place it.”

You shake your head quickly, cheeks burning. “No, I’m new around here. Just moved in recently.” Your voice comes out higher and softer than your old one, adding to the surreal feeling.

Mark’s gaze keeps drifting downward, lingering on your cleavage. The way the loose fabric shifts with your breathing gives him teasing glimpses of the inner curves of your breasts and the edges of the boob tape. He tries to be subtle, but fails miserably — his eyes flick back to your chest every few seconds. “New, huh? Well… welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Mark. Where did you move from?”

You shift uncomfortably on your feet. The movement makes the hem ride up slightly in the back. You can feel the cool air on the underside of your ass cheeks. “Oh, just… from across town. Listen, I should really get going. Nice meeting you!”

You cut the conversation short, turning away quickly before he can ask more. Your heart is pounding, embarrassment flooding through you. Behind you, you hear him mutter something like “Damn…” under his breath.

Optional Task Complete: Tease the Neighbors

+40 Points

You keep walking, circling the block to fulfill the full ten minutes. Every step is torturous — the dress flips and flutters, your taped pussy throbs with every brush of fabric, and the memory of Mark staring at your body makes your cheeks stay flushed. By the time the task timer hits 10 minutes, you’re practically power-walking back toward your door.

Mandatory Task Complete: First Steps

+50 Points

+20 XP

Level Up! You are now Level 3

Total Points: 150

The sultry voice moans approvingly in your mind. “Such a brave girl. Your friend seemed to enjoy the view…”

As you reach your front door, relief washing over you, a sudden strong gust of wind hits. The short sundress flies up instantly, completely exposing your bare ass and the thin strip of tape clinging to your wet pussy. You yelp and slap the hem back down, spinning around to check if anyone saw. A couple of houses down, you think you catch movement near a window, but you can’t be sure.

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Heart hammering, you rush inside and slam the door behind you, leaning back against it, breathing hard. The arousal bar has climbed to 72% ███████▌░░ from the entire ordeal.

The dress is slightly disheveled, one strap slipped off your shoulder, and the tape over your pussy feels even wetter than before. Your body is aching with denied need.

The voice purrs again: “Well done. You’ve earned quite a few points. Would you like to spend them in the shop? Or shall we check for new tasks?”

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