What you do best.... (Bad End)

{if Whore == 3}Hmmm... it's a tough question, and as you think it over, you look into the headmaster's eyes. This guy is old. Why were you so nervous earlier? Sure, he's got muscle, but you know very well that in a one-on-one fight, muscle doesn't always win. The city taught you that. And you're good at doing what needs to be done to win.

You let out a single sound, half-moan and half amusement, as your eyes run lower down his body. This guy's the only thing stopping you from getting into the University, so that you can have a crack at all of the fit and young students here. The town didn't give you enough, and the whorehouse won't let you work there anymore because of how hard you go, so there's no way you'll ever be satisfied again unless you can get into this University with the money you have, right now! Maybe you don't have what it takes to be a Warrior... but as you lick your lips at the thought of what you could do to this school Headmaster, your senior, you realise that you don't really care anymore.

Standing up from your seat, you slowly push the Headmaster's hands back across his desk, to his growing confusion and curiosity. Bending over slowly, you get up on the desk on your hands and knees and crawl towards him like a cat. When you reach him, you stretch out your finger and gently tickle him under his chin.

"How about I show you?"

"Ms. Debbie, I'm not sure if-" You cut him off with a finger to his lips, once again licking your own. You feel a moisture building up in your lower half. This is going to be fun....

"What's wrong, Headmaster? Don't you think I'm pretty?" You ask in mock disappointment, straightening up on your knees and pushing out your chest to highlight your rack. "Come on, what if I just slowly....."

You wrap your hand around the back of his head, and easily overpowering his half-hearted resistance, you pull him slowly into your chest, blocking his airways and sighing in deep pleasure. You hold him there for a short while, before releasing your grip on his head. He remains pressed against your orbs.

The sight of this, of the Headmaster of the school you spent so long aspiring for so infatuated with your body that he can't even pull his head away, has you letting out a harsh, involuntary giggle at his expense. The laughter makes your chest bob up and down enough that his head is knocked out on its own, and he falls back into his chair. His face is red, sweaty, half-****, and panting slow but deep breaths as you finish your laughter and crawl ever closer towards him along his desk, with no regards to the papers you push off along the way.

"Wow, you must have really liked that sir." You smile. He doesn't speak up, doesn't try to deny it. He only squeezes his eyes closed and tightens his jaw as droplets of sweat continue to bead on his forehead as your slowly reach down towards the front of his pants -- hey, it looks like he's really packing some heat. As your hand finally makes contact, and slowly wraps around the penis' shaft, you feel... pulsing. And heat. A damp spot starts to spread out and across his ironed suit pants. Ha, this is going to be even easier than you thought....

"Oh, sir!" you declare, one hand going to the side of your face in feigned shock and the other slowly rubbing up and down his length through his pants, ensuring that you milk him as much as you can. "You didn't just cum from a potential student's touch, did you? That would be so unprofessional of you....."

He's a fit old man, but an old man nonetheless, and one who hasn't seen action in quite a while. Whether you spend the next few hours with a locked door, preventing the other student interviews, taking pictures of his ejaculating cock and riding him into heaven, or whether you jerk his resisting body until his old heart at last gives out with one final spurt across his suit shirt, or smother him into a deep, long sleep, or whether despite your best efforts you are overpowered by his superior strength, to be thrown naked out of the school or to be taken on his own terms, the outcome is the same. The Debbie that began this story is no more. And whether you continue on to University, and get your fill to end your cravings, or whether you are not permitted to attend, Debbie will not become a Warrior.{else}Hey! What are you doing, reader? Trying to see Game Mode spoilers, are you? Nope! Won't let ya!

The truth is, this ending doesn't make much sense without the character build-up that leads to it, and I'm super duper unreasonably worried that people might either think that either the whole story's like this, or that the character is insanely inconsistent. So if you want to read it, you'll have to earn it! A few visits to the Town's Strip Club should do the trick....

(The other endings probably won't be blocked off from non-Game Mode players like this, I'm just a fearful and insane baby){endif}