Your cockiness isn't the only thing shaken.

You step out with a swagger to your step and song on your lips. You know there will be some wild women out there, but that's what makes the hunt so thrilling. Besides, you've got a certified cat girl waiting for you back at the dorm. All you have to do is make it there without ending up some slut's snack. Though as you make your way past wendigirls, ogresses, syrens, and all sorts of demonic divas, you find yourself wondering how you would beat any of them in a battle of wills. You doubt they have the same ethical restraints as you with regards to consent, and even if they did, you wonder how you will ever compete with their considerable experience.

"Hiya! Love your hair!" A neon pink haired princess pops out from behind you and glomps onto your arm. She looks like she jumped right out of a hentai with her scandalously skimpy red royal gown that barely holds her improbably large breasts which manage to bounce perilously close to popping out. That's when it hits you, she did pop out of a hentai. 'Princess Poppy Ultimate ☆ Saga: The Mushroomhead Kingdom Conquered' was an old favorite of yours. Which makes the mysterious minx on your arm..."That's right! I'm a suckubus! Wanna make me look really lewd?"

You can't help but reflexively imagine her as 'Queen Kappasette', the gender bent version of King Kappa, complete with huge horns, huger honkers, a giant...thick...tail, and black one piece thong body suit. The suckubus squeals, "Eee! You're a gender bender fan too! Awesome! We are gonna have so much fun together. I'm Greta. I hope we will best friends. I'm real nice...I fuck on the first date...and I for sure won't try to eat your heart...promise."

You can't tell if the nerdy nymph is just as embarrassingly eager as she seems, or if she is just a terrible liar. You definitely don't want a flighty flake like her to eat your heart and make you her ****...but you would like to fuck on the first date.

You don't get a chance to find out as an eerily beautiful ice elemental slides in front of you. Her pale blue skin is sparsely speckled with shimmering ice crystals just barely covering the nipples on her beautiful breasts and serving as a brilliant bikini bottom. Her platinum hair is pulled in a tight pony tail and she wears a look of haughty indignation on her almost disgustingly perfect face. "Greta! How many times have I told you?! Cheerleaders aren't allowed to date freshmeats! It's beneath us! And quit turning into pervy cartoon characters! I swear if you weren't such a slutty suckubus, you'd be stuck eating with the anime club."

Great. Hell has a cheer team. "Sorry, Cindi! I keep forgetting." Greta apologizes and shift into a blonde bombshell in a cheerslut outfit. Cindi drags her away and shoots you a dirty look. You hate her already...but you still want to find out if she feels warm on the inside. You know she's out of your league, but that only makes you pine harder. You wonder if you've even got enough clout to sit with Anime Club as a lowly freshmeat?

You continue towards your dorm, content to focus on the catgirl cutie waiting for you back at the dorm. Unfortunately, the map the school provides is less than helpful, and you find yourself going in circles, as various beastly beauties size you up. You are just about to try and retrace your steps when you hear a sugar sweet voice, "Hiya! You look like lost and stuff. Want some help?"

The voice belongs to a creature so rare, you thought it was a myth, a candy kid. Hair like red licorice, skin like pink saltwater taffy, nipples like gumdrops, lips like bubble gum and eyes like dark chocolate balls. They say she can't die. They say she can be eaten over and over and it just grows back. They say she has no other powers, but they also say she's eaten more hearts than she's had hot meals. She says, "Aww don't be all scareds and stuff. I like totes won't eat your heart. But you can totes eat me if you want. Hee Hee."

The candy kid leads you to what you hope is your dorm and not your doom. She chatters the whole way. "Like you eat just a few hearts and everyone gets all, 'oh no, she's gonna eat my heart and forget me at Tulsa truck stop' but I only done that like three times...tops." You've learned her name is Gail, she is an only child, she prefers gangbangs but likes kissing, she gets picked on a lot, she can tell you the best spots to get picked on, her pussy tastes like cherry starburst but if you prefer another flavor she can handle it, and that if you absolutely want her to eat your heart she will, but only if you ask really nice.

At least you reach your room without anyone else bothering you. No one wants to be the next one on her meal plan. You make it to your dorm entirely unharmed. You realize with horror that Gail has earned her terrifying reputation entirely through **** of will and the power of persuasion. In a way, you admire her, but you want to win hearts, not eat them. As much as it pains you, you turn down her offer to 'chug butt in a bathroom' and she leaves you with a sigh. You do note that she also said her room number is 666, which of course it is.

You focus on the catgirl on the other side of the door just waiting for you. You knock, hoping she is as eager to meet you as you are her...