It isn't your panties he'll be tearing

Adrian stoops down to reach into his jeans pocket for a moment. Fishing out his GT, he taps the screen a couple times, before holding it up to your face.

"Might wanna read this," he chuckles. Something about his voice sets you on edge. It's almost like it has a sudden tone of... malice?

You read the screen, squinting and holding it close to your face. It mostly says stuff you already know, details about the game you just played. Like how you lost, how 50P was transferred over to Adrian, how you need to pose naked for him for sixty seconds, and that you need to let him tear up your...

Your blood freezes.

Your thighs slam shut, and you cross your ankles for good measure.

Your libido jumps out of a plane without a parachute.

And your rational thought runs to the library, **** to find some way out of this.

Because according to the GT in front of you, you're now obligated to let Adrian tear up your hymen.