You Refuse But Dr. Topple Is Merciful

Clearing your throat you deflect, saying "I don't want to commit to something so broad for my first weak." You leave out that the hungry look in her eye has you skeptical of her.

Dr. Topple smiles widely and does a little clap. "Clever girl. That's your first lesson. Never accept a game of luck with such loose win conditions." Then she steps forward and gently presses you against your desk, her body pressed against yours. "However, you also need to be careful of vague penalizes when you turn down a GAME." She puts her hands on your hips, moving her face inches from your own and starts to whisper. "Most people here would make your task something erotic. I could make you eat me out, or eat my ass. If I was a real pervert I could make your task to impregnate me, the GAME system would grow you a cock until you finish the task." You whimper softly in fear as she moves her hands up, gently putting them on your throat, "Or if I'm a real monster I could do something more...permanent."

Then, all at once she pulls away from you and laughs. "Fortunately for you, I'm one of the few people on this campus who still has a moral compass. I just wanted to show you how serious the consequences of a GAME can be!"

You sigh in relief, hyperventilating. "Th-thank you." You mutter.

"Of course you DO still owe me a task. I think printing out all of my syllabuses for the first week of class will do." She says.

You nod quickly and say, "Of course!"

With that Dr. Topple excuses herself, parting with a warning to stay safe. You sit in your office alone, suddenly terrified less of your upcoming job and more for your safety.