You don't have to win to get rewards.

John was wondering how he got into his bed and when his pillow became so soft and warm, until he remembered what happened.

He opened his eyes and discovered that he was indeed in a bed, just not his own. He was half laying half sitting on the bed with the top half of his body resting against something soft, warm, and smelling wonderful.

"Miss Prudence, he is awake." John recognized Anna's voice behind him. Miss Prudence, actually Prudence Winslow but she liked being called that, was the nurse in charge of the Academy's infirmary. The short and rotund African American woman of undefined age was acting nice with all the students, always ready to help or just listen, she had become like an aunt or grandmother to many of them.

The voice was the proof that the surface his cheek was resting comfortably against was Anna's chest. The soft and bouncy flesh only covered by a thin t-shirt and her sports bra was making him impatient to make their acquaintance.

"Let me check on him, Anna. John, do you know where you are?" asked the nurse.

"In heaven?" he joked.

"I'm sure it might look like it to you. But I need a serious answer, you might have a concussion. Look at my finger and tell me where you are," she replied moving her finger slowly in all directions. John didn't need to turn his head to guess that Anna was heavily blushing, he could hear her breath getting faster with his ear on her chest.

"Not heaven then, the Ashcroft Academy's infirmary. But then explain to me the presence of an angel behind me," he replied.

"No trace of concussion. We were worried, those balls hit you pretty hard and you've been **** for nearly 30 minutes. Anna generously offered to stay with you until you woke up. No divine intervention, only human kindness," she explained.

"Thank you Anna. It means a lot to me and I will never forget what you did for me," he said to the girl holding him in her arms. On top of her breath he could now hear her frantic heart beat.

"It was nothing, everyone would have done the same. And I couldn't leave you alone like that," she said, denying any grand gesture.

"Nonsense, not everyone would have done it. In fact I am sure you were the only one to volunteer or even think about it. Anna, you are a very smart, kind, and beautiful girl and I hate to see you selling yourself short like that. What you did was exceptional and I thank you sincerely," he pointed to her. She was speechless and her heart was beating even faster. While it was true that saying it would score him points with her, he thought every single word he just said. He hadn't had any friends since middle school except for a few people he played with online and whom he never met. That someone genuinely cared about him so much was immensely comforting to him. That this someone was a cute girl with huge tits helped too.

"You're an honorable boy, John. And also either very lucky or very prepared. One of the balls hit you in the groin very hard and we had to check for damages. Very interesting choice of underwear. Thankfully everything is intact and in working condition," said Miss Prudence.

John lowered his eyes and saw his armored boxers on a chair with his shorts. So, he was bottomless under this sheet he had on. That would explain the huge tent under said sheet.

He wondered how much Anna saw, or touched...

"Now that I know he is OK I can go without worrying. I have a meeting with a few board members about a prevention campaign and won't be back for a few hours. You two stay here until the end of your class or the moment he is ready to get up and go home. You're both excused by Coach Conroy. Just lock the door and put the key in the suggestion box on the right," she explained. Without waiting for an answer she left the room way faster than her heavy body would make anyone believe possible.

"So did you help check that everything was intact too?" he asked Anna, raising his head looking her right in the eyes.

"What? No, I never would have... I mean you were ****... Who would take advantage of someone in such a way?" she defended herself. He was sure that even if she didn't touch it she might have taken a good look at it, or she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"I'm conscious now, would you like to?" he said to her.

She didn't answer, for that she would have needed the use of her tongue and it was now inside of his mouth. Understanding and finally believing that he really liked her, she had taken the initiative and kissed him. The kiss was feral, more enthusiasm than practice and it showed, even with his relatively low experience he could see that. But it was still perfect. He returned her kiss and found that one of his hands had slipped under her t-shirt nearly on its own.

She seemed surprised when his fingers slipped under her sports bra and began playing with one of her nipples, but did absolutely nothing to stop it. Nor did he when he felt her right hand under the sheet, looking for and finally grabbing his hard cock.

Suddenly she stopped everything, getting away from the bed. John got scared that he just went too far and ruined everything. When he saw her run towards the door thoughts of her going out and crying for help ran through his mind.

But it was the opposite. She didn't go out, she was locking the door to make sure no one would come in.

"John, I have to ask you something. Did you mean it? All of the things you said, were you serious? It is something important to you? I have to know," she asked him, standing in front of the bed out of reach.

"Anna, I don't have and never had a girlfriend (he could hardly count his mom or his teacher in this category). You are smart. You are kind. You are cute, beautiful, and sexy as hell. I would be the happiest guy in this school if I was your boyfriend," he told her.

Anna removed her t-shirt and started undoing her bra.

"We can't do IT, I'm not on birth control. But we can surely find a few other things to do, boyfriend," she told him as she opened her bra, revealing her voluptuous breasts.

Did she just? He was not dreaming, she just called him her boyfriend.

Relationship unlocked:
Anna Klein: Girlfriend.
+20% positive and negative reactions effects.

First love: she becomes your reference for girls.
-20% rp effects with girls less attractive than her.

Ok so some good some bad, being with her would make it a lot harder to get better relationships with other girls. He liked tits a lot and with her pair, less attractive included a lot of the other girls at school. He would also have to be careful because the modifier he had with her made it easy to go up, but also to go down.

He had that quest to have sex with her but now that she was his girlfriend it would be easy to accomplish and he didn't want to risk getting her pregnant today.

To lure her back into the bed he put away the sheet, exposing his erection to her and removed his t-shirt, sitting totally naked in the bed.

"I showed you mine, your turn!" he taunted her.

She blushed once again, something he found very cute when she was doing it. She lowered her shorts and he could see a large wet spot on her panties. He clearly had a lot of an effect on her.

Just out of curiosity he checked a few things. Not only was he now at +127rp when he left her at +89 during P.E, but his Glamour skill had worn off when he became ****.

She loved him, deeply and for what he really was, and not an illusion of him. Fully naked, she jumped on the bed with him. After another kiss and a few seconds playing with her boobs he pushed her on her back. He could see she was worried that he would take her even after she asked him not to. He could see her pussy, closely shaved with only a landing strip of pubic hair left.

He moved down and began landing small kisses on her legs from her ankles to her thighs, once on top he dived head first to eat her pussy. She looked surprised, or shocked by his move but spread her legs non the less to give him easier access.

"Thanks mom, that was an useful lesson," he thought as he reproduced what he trained to do with her. Anna was already on the breaking point before it had even started and it didn't take long before she started moaning loudly.

Because it was a very respectable establishment and conversations in the infirmary were both personal and potentially embarrassing, someone had had the bright idea to make it soundproof for the students' confidentiality.

No one would hear her screams of joy and ecstasy. No one but John himself, playing on her by ear like a music instrument.

Once he stopped and she was able to calm her breath after the multiple orgasms she had only one thing to say to him.