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You are Jane Smith, a specially engineered, grown, and trained assassin/seductress... or you were going to be, anyway, before the government found out about the project to create you and scuttled the whole business. Now, you're living alone on a stipend, and attending a local high school. You've had a crush on a boy - Kevin - since shortly after you've arrived, and you've finally managed to start making your moves.

And they were, it turns out, very strong moves. The morning after your first date, your new boyfriend called you up, asking about if you wanted to go out. He is the boy you like, so after a little bit of pressure - which is why he is now officially your boyfriend - you agreed, and made the date.

Which is now only about six hours away. You've showered and done your morning exercises - not in that order - so all that's really left is to prepare yourself for your date.

>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
>Play it down a little. You're being a bit rough with him, and you're not sure you like it.
>Write-in.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1
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>>36800441
Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
But make sure to do it in a way to emphasize your "good girl"(heh) image.
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>>36800441
>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
Something that a "good girl" would wear though, we have an image to maintain.
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>>36800441
>>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
We gotta make sure this sticks and he doesn't change his mind
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>>36800441
>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
Be irresistable
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>>36800441
If
>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
means
>Don't overdress, but still put in some effort
I support it
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>>36800441

>Get ready to wow. You're pretty sure the restaurant isn't the most upscale joint, but you can find just the right clothes to get Kevin's jaw dropping anyway.
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>>36800467
>>36800484
>>36800485
>>36800516
>>36800541
>>36800581
Calling it since I'm already writing.
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This is pretty exciting
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You crack your knuckles and set to work. Something nice, but not too nice - you don't want to be overdressed. Sexy, but not trashy - you are supposed to be a good girl, after all. You sort through your closet to find a nice looking one-piece dress that's just casual enough to walk around in. It ends just above the knees, with short sleeves and buttons down the front. You leave the uppermost two buttons undone for effect.

With the weather, though... Rolling and 5th is driving distance, not walking distance, so you'll make do with a jacket and gloves. Your legs will just have to be cold for the little while it takes to get in the restaurant - you don't have any thigh highs that go with this dress. Something to correct later.

Make up, doing your hair, getting yourself looking absolutely stunning... you're very well practiced at all of that. The way you apply all the extra little touches, it hardly looks like you've done anything at all. Just the hint of lipstick to bring out the color of your lips, a light blush and foundation here and there, a slight tousling of your hair to make it look more natural even though it isn't... that sort of thing.

When you get to Caggliano's, some hours later, Kevin just stares at you, blinking, his jaw dropping a little. You give him an award winning smile and take his hand before sitting down to eat with him.

"Wow," he says, his first words the whole date. "You look... fantastic," he says as you shrug off your jacket, his eyes moving to your chest.

>Tease him, flirt with him, let him know that you want him and wonder when you're going to take him... or let him take you.
>Be fun, keep the conversation light. The two of you should enjoy yourselves, there's no need to keep his brain set to "sex" mode all day.
>Ask him to tell you more about himself... his hopes, his dreams, that sort of thing.
>Write-in.
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>>36800828
>Be fun
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>>36800828
>Tease him, flirt with him, let him know that you want him and wonder when you're going to take him... or let him take you.

We are going to drain his mana!
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>>36800828
>Ask him to tell you more about himself... his hopes, his dreams, that sort of thing.
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>>36800828
>>Be fun, keep the conversation light. The two of you should enjoy yourselves, there's no need to keep his brain set to "sex" mode all day.
>>Ask him to tell you more about himself... his hopes, his dreams, that sort of thing.
We want a real relationship, not a fuckbuddy. Also, while we want to keep him in 'oh god, what have I gotten into,' we don't want to push him to ever think 'it was a bad idea to hook up with this chick.'
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>>36800828
Be fun, keep the conversation light. The two of you should enjoy yourselves, there's no need to keep his brain set to "sex" mode all day.
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>>36800872
I wish to rub her ears
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Fun:
>>36800855
>>36800913

Tell me about yourself:
>>36800891

Both:
>>36800892

The tendency of /tg/ to tease and poke their romantic interests, while being ridiculously possessive and easily set off by teasing themselves, explains elegantly why so many fa/tg/uys are virgins.
>>36800872
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>>36800828
>Be fun, keep the conversation light. The two of you should enjoy yourselves, there's no need to keep his brain set to "sex" mode all day.
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>>36800892
This. Keep him engaged and having fun while we get some more info about him.
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>>36801030
>The tendency of /tg/ to tease and poke their romantic interests, while being ridiculously possessive and easily set off by teasing themselves, explains elegantly why so many fa/tg/uys are virgins.

Y-you too!
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>>36801030
>why so many fa/tg/uys are virgins.
See here, good sir. We are Elegan/tg/entlemen, not fa/tg/uys.
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>>36801111
Don't lie, most of us are fa/tg/uys who only sell ourselves as elegan/tg/entlemen.

Which is the other reason most of us are virgins.
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>>36801030
What's wrong with being possessive but still wanting to tease your man? He's yours, you can make him blush and stutter a little if you want to.
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>>36801172
It's just the hypocrisy of hating being teased but always teasing.
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>>36801208
I love being teased just as much as I love teasing.
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>>36801281
The gestalt entity that is /tg/ does not.
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>>36801320
the gestalt entity that is /tg/ is also tsundre for Games Workshop
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>>36801320
It is better to steal mana than to have your mana stolen
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You adjust your posture a little, and his eyes flick up to yours, as he swallows nervously. You just smile at him evenly, as though you were completely oblivious to his leering. You're not, of course, but that doesn't mean you should draw attention to it. It'd either put him off or encourage him, and you'd like to have a real conversation, not work around embarrassment or lust.

"I had a nice time last night," you say, smiling. "The dancing was nice, and so were most of the people. It was nice to have the opportunity to spend time with you, too."

As you speak, Kevin begins affecting a calm that wasn't there when you first arrived. By the time you finish, his face is a neutral mask, a polite smile on it. "I enjoyed last night a lot, too. I guess I kind of showed as much by calling you so early in the morning. Sorry about that, again."

"It's fine," you say, with a quick flick of the hand. "It's no big deal. Just don't repeat it."

"No, no, absolutely not," he says, bringing a hand to his chest. "Promise."

"Good," you say, scooting into your seat. "What's good here? I've never been."

"Oh, you should try their spaghetti, it's the best stuff," he says, and the two of you chat and talk over your food, discussing stupid gossip at school, recent local news, and other small talk subjects.

A group of a few Hispanic guys - possibly gang members, by their attire - come in, and you don't think much of it. When one of them spots Kevin, though, he comes over, his hands resting on the back of the chill.

"Yo, Kevin," he says, smiling wide. "Marco's been lookin' for you." Kevin tugs at his collar in response to that. "Says you been duckin' him, man. But I'm sure that ain't what's up, right? Nah, you wouldn't duck him. You're such good friends!"

Kevin laughs, nervously, eyes flicking between you and the Hispanic guy behind him.

>Interject yourself. Inquire as to why this jerk is interrupting your date.
>Stay quiet. Let Kevin handle it.
>Write-in.
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>>36801387
>Write-in.
Shank the niggas
We HAVE knife right?
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>>36801387
>Stay quiet. Let Kevin handle it.
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>>36801387
>Stay quiet. Let Kevin handle it.
>Try to look a bit nervous
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>>36801387
>>Stay quiet. Let Kevin handle it.
>>Write-in.
so this is where things get real, eh?
Assess the situation, evaluate best shanking/fleeing/assassin options
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>>36801435
I'm with this guy. Shank 'em. Shank 'em good.
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>>36801387
>>36801491
This will do nicely.
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>>36801387
>Stay quiet. Let Kevin handle it.
but be at the ready

>>36801435
a fork should be enough and look a lot less suspicions
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Do like the Imperial Japanese and make a pre-emptive strike.
>>36801435
>>36801498

Stay quiet.
>>36801456
>>36801466
>>36801491
>>36801505
>>36801529
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>>36801529
there's probably a knife that came with our meal. if all else fails, go for the jugular
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>>36801529
But its fucking hard to sever tendons with fork
Trust me I tried
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>>36801605
you go for the eyes with a fork, not tendons
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>>36801558
Aww, we could've shanked a nigga
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You keep quiet, though your hand slips down into your lap, fingers wrapping around the hilt of your sheathed knife, just in case. You affect a slightly nervous demeanor, looking at the man, then back at your date.

"Your date's a mighty fine lookin' chica," says the man. "I'd hate to break you two lovebirds up. But, hey," he says, patting Kevin on the shoulder. "If you can date a girl that looks like that, I think you can afford to pay back what you owe, right, pendejo?" He leans down, kissing your boyfriend on the top of the head, then ruffling his hair. "Ah, I'm just messin' with you. I know you'll be payin' what you owe to Marco. Ain't that right, Kev?"

"U-uh, yeah, just, I don't have it on me," he says, and you can tell that he's lying. He doesn't have the money at all. "Sorry."

"That's good to hear. I hope to hear from Marco about how you've paid up what you owe. 'til then, cabrón!" He heads back towards his group, and Kevin watches him go, body filled with anxiety.

When he arrives, Kevin turns back to you, smiling a little more forcedly, laughing awkwardly. "Just, uh, some friends of a friend," he says. "I owe him some money that I need to pay back. Nothing much important, though." He gives this lopsided smile, and you can tell he's halfway terrified.

>Carry on like you believe him completely, but drive him home, just in case.
>Tell him that if he has any problems with these guys - any problems at all - he can call you, and you'll handle it.
>Write-in.
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>>36801732
>>Write-in.
Call his BS, and ask why the other dude kissed Kev on the top of his head.
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>>36801732
>Write-in.
Tell him that you don't believe him and that he should spill the beans. We have reason to be worried about our man now.
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>>36801732
>Carry on like you believe him completely, but drive him home, just in case.
We can go full Predator on these cholos later tonight.
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>>36801732
Carry on.
No need to reveal our ass kicking tendencies yet, let him at least believe he has this under control. Spare his masculinity until he needs his ass saved by a girl.
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>>36801732
>Write-in.
call his bluff, it's not good to keep secrets in a couple
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>>36801732
>>Carry on like you believe him completely, but drive him home, just in case.
That's our home, right?
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>>36801732
Act conserned, ask how much money he owes.
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>>36801787
This. Let him think we buy it.
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>>36801732
>>Carry on like you believe him completely, but drive him home, just in case.
We can deal with them in our own time.
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>>36801783
>>36801732
Supporting
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>>36801732
>Carry on like you believe him completely, but drive him home, just in case.
Our home though.
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>>36801732
>Write-in.
>"From pure curiosity where do these guys live?"
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Oh, sure thing honey, I believe your obvious lie completely.
>>36801787
>>36801794
>>36801807
>>36801820
>>36801822
>>36801852

I'm not buying it.
>>36801779
>>36801783
>>36801801
>>36801817
>>36801831

Time to murderhobo:
>>36801903

Real quick strawpoll for his home/your home:
http://strawpoll.me/3203528
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>>36801918
Damn, the boring option won out by just one vote!
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>>36801918
I hope they will kill his parents
It would either make him hate us or cling to us
And we can always hold him basement until he loves us
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>>36801935
I suppose they want to wait until we have him secluded where he can't escape us before we call him on his shit.
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Calling the strawpoll, currently 8-5 in "your home"'s favor.
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>>36802037
Quick little tidbit: if the cheque comes in, offer to pay for everything. He obviously needs all the money he can spare.
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"Ah," you say, pretending to be completely fooled. "You should pay that guy what you owe him, though. It's important to pay what you owe."

"I will, I will," he says. "I just need to get the money together and go see him." His fingers tap on the table nervously for a second before he catches himself and puts his hands in his lap. The rest of your meal is more or less ruined, with Kevin obviously being distracted, casting glances over his shoulder constantly.

The two of you finish your meal before the Hispanic guys do, and the one who bothered you earlier points towards the two of you as you leave, saying something in Spanish that you don't quite catch. The three of them burst out laughing when he does, one of them banging on the table. It's not a nice kind of laughing, but hard edged, cruel. Sadistic. You increase your pace just a little, and offer Kevin a ride.

He eagerly takes you up on it, jumping in and buckling up. "Thanks, babe," he says, and you can still see the little signs of fear in his expression.

"We'll be stopping at my place first," you say when both doors are closed, and he just nods, mute. He doesn't even bother to ask why, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor of the car as you start to drive.

At some point on the trip, his nerves calm down, and he starts to glance at you, curious, a little bit of lust in his expression, his eyes running over your body and searching your face for any sign of intent. You don't give him any, being focused on making sure there's no one following you.

You pull up in front of your house, a small little thing with just a few rooms, and park.

>Ask him to come inside. Show him your guns.
>Ask him to come inside. Have him show you his gun, if you know what I mean.
>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.
>Write-in.
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>>36802082
This. I like this.
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>>36802102
>Ask him to come inside. Show him your guns.
We'll make a /k/ommando out of him yet.
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>>36802102
>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.
Grill him for more info on the money
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>>36802102
Extend the date as long as possible. Maybe we were followed. Gotta keep him here as long as possible.
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>>36802102
>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.
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>>36802102
>Ask him to come inside. Have him show you his gun, if you know what I mean.
mhmm, with all the teasing from the other night
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>>36802102
>>Ask him to come inside. Show him your guns.
>>Ask him to come inside. Have him show you his gun, if you know what I mean.
>>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.
>>Write-in.
Is there a reason we can't do all of the above? Like teach him firearm care over tea before we chide him on not taking care of his 'gun?'

Also, keep the guns in easy reach in case those gang-bangers show up uninvited

And call his BS
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>>36802102
>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.
As much as I'd like to drain his mana, this is serious. We really need to talk, and now we're in a safe environment without eavesdroppers.
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>>36802102
>>Ask him to come inside. Extend the date in your house, talk over some tea or water.

Get a gun, but don't show it. Just in case.
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>>36802102
extend date, have tea, call his lie at the restaurant
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Talk about the money/gangers:
>>36802131
>>36802171
>>36802256

Date:
>>36802132
>>36802153
>>36802190

Show him your guns:
>>36802114

Have him show you his 'gun.' The gun is his penis.
>>36802158

All of them!
>>36802165

I'll go with "talk about the guys," since >>36802165 wanted to talk about them and that makes an alright tiebreaker.
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"Come on," you say, jerking your head towards your house. "Let's finish our date."

Kevin swallows and practically leaps out of the car after you, quickly following you as you unlock the door, casting glances this way and that, his body radiating nervous excitement. When you get inside, you tell him to treat himself to something from the fridge, and that you'd just need a moment in your room. By the look on his face he thinks you're planning to do something very different in your room than you really are, but you see no need to correct him.

Finding a place to hide a gun on a one-piece dress where it can be quickly retrieved is difficult, but fortunately you're wearing your jacket at the moment, so you slip the gun into one of the front pockets and head back to Kevin, who's waiting, knee bouncing up and down, sitting at the dining room table, a glass of milk in hand. "It was, uh, you didn't have any soda," he says.

"Soda is like candy," you say, by way of explanation, going to the sink and pouring yourself a glass of water before sitting down across from him. He gulps, nervous. "So. Those men. I suspect you're not really able to pay Marco, and I further suspect that you really, really ought to. Am I close?"

He looks at you, but you don't give away the slightest tinge of uncertainty, so he breaks. "Yeah. Yeah. Shit," he says, head in his hands. "I owe him a lot. I told the guy I was going to sell some product for him, but... I gave bits and pieces to my friends, smoked others, by the time I realized how much was gone, I was thousands down. Shit... I fucked up," he says. "I really can't get that much money, and these guys are fucking dangerous."

>I can handle them for you.
>How much money? I might be able to pay.
>Just stay with me. I'll protect you if they come after you.
>Write-in.
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>>36802471
>>How much money? I might be able to pay.
They accept trade in guns, right?
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>>36802471
>Write-in.
Aks him why he even got involved with these obviously dangerous people. He should know better.
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>>36802471
>Write-in.
We can discuss the specifics later, for now, you can sleep over here. Also, totally random question: Do you know where those guys usually hang out at night?
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>>36802491
Maybe they'll take bullets to the face.
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>>36802471
>>Write-in.
"Well I'd say you screwed the pooch alright, goodnight."

We too good for junkies like this loser.
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>>36802471
>>36802506
Seconding
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>>36802471
Gain information for murderhobo, uh, assassination activities. Killing off gangers had to be in our training, and it serves JUSTICE that we were trained to uphold or some such
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>>36802471
hug him + >>36802506
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>>36802471
>How much money? I might be able to pay.
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>>36802531
Honestly, this.

See, the point to trying to help a guy who's in trouble is to give him some redeeming features. I've seen no reason whatsoever to get invested in this guy's well-being, and more than enough reasons to write him off.
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>>36802531
>>36802595
Well, the two of you truly are acting like women: drop a man the moment he's no longer useful to you.
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>>36802653
>Well, the two of you truly are acting like women: drop a man the moment he's no longer useful to you.
I already tried to suggest this once when it came out he was a druggie. My comment was dismissed as OoC with being a lovestruck assassin girl with hear aflutter and panties moist over some boy.
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Pay:
>>36802491
>>36802569

Pfeh. Pathetic. Goodbye.
>>36802531
>>36802595

Stay here tonight. PS: Where are they so that I can totally not murder them?
>>36802506
>>36802532
>>36802543
>>36802547

Why?
>>36802501

>>36802713
Here, I'll write an alternate ending (not canon for the main line!) just for you:

You tell him to fuck off. He gets brutally murdered. You don't care because you're such a badass with high standards.

There.
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>>36802713
I actually proposed chatting it up with Liam then. The problem is that back then we had no connection to him, right now we're seriously involved with him. It's no longer the same choice.
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>>36802761
>I actually proposed chatting it up with Liam then
I'm pretty sure that was waved off as OoC by OP as well, but it was a good try.
>>36802748
>He gets brutally murdered.
Neat. Epilogue time, do we live happily ever after in this alt-verse?
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>>36802824
No epilogue.
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>>36802830
D:
Meany
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>>36802748
>You don't care because you're such a badass with high standards.
It's not about "standards", or "not being useful": it's that we're involved with someone whose only defining features are that he's a drug-peddler and that he's stupid enough to do so much of his own product that he can't pay back the supplier.

Why the fuck is this a character I should care about?
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>>36802845
Moist. Panties. Teenage lust/infatuation. There.

>/tg/ and male LIs
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I knew we should have lezzed it up with Vera
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Honestly OP you should accept that we are playing as succubus. Denial is not healthy.
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>>36802918
If you had lezzed it up with Vera she would probably be the one in trouble with a gang for stealing money right now.
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>>36802939
Neither is forcing a dumb idea on others.
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>>36802877
>/tg/ and male LIs
Honestly, that should be my line: because "we are playing a highly trained, tailor-ordered teenaged assassin, but she's a girl so it's totally okay for her to be so infatuated with this dumbass male lead" just isn't suspending the disbelief.

Feel free to keep on without me, but if that's honestly the best OP can do I'm done. That and I'm tired of having Captcha make me pick out images of avocados.
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>>36802947
Yeah, but at least we'd be saving a friend we've 'known' for a long time instead of some random person we just worked up the guts to talk to.
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>>36803007
What do you want? Loving descriptions of his abs?
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>>36803029
descriptions of our moist panties
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>>36803029
*Heavy_breathing.avi*
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"We can discuss the specifics later," you say, reaching over and touching his hand affectionately. "For today, you can stay here. This place is about as defensible as Pavlov's House," you add, with a smile. He gives you an uncomprehending look. "Pavlov's House was a building during WW2 that the Soviets defended... they killed a lot of Germans from it, basically, despite overwhelming odds. Anyway, point is, this is a pretty safe place."

"Um... okay..." he looks around, hands rubbing at his jeans. "So, do I-"

"Incidentally," you interrupt, "about those guys. Could you tell me anything about them? I mean, how much do you owe, exactly?"

"Three grand," he admits.

"And this Marco. Where is he on the grand hierarchy? Is he part of a larger organization? How many people does he employ? Where do he and his people hang out, nights like this?"

"Uh," Kevin pauses, eyes rolling up as he goes over your questions. "He's - he's upper management, I guess you'd call it, and I'm pretty sure he's just local. I'd guess he's got twenty, maybe thirty guys in his employ? And normally they'd be... I dunno, around. Some nights they all meet up and party. A bunch of them hang out with him at his... office, I guess you'd call it, over on White and 11th. Doing guard work and stuff."

"I see," you say, mentally taking notes. Twenty or thirty would be difficult, but a smaller number and you might manage a frontal assault, with the assistance of explosives. Of course, you'd prefer not to make a frontal assault.

"So, am I sleeping on the couch, or...?"

>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though.
>Yes. You sleep on the couch, I'll take the bed.
>Write-in.
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>>36803015
You never had a teenage "love", did you?
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>>36803029
...I'd like that.
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>>36803060
>>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
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>>36803060
>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
Minimize the possibility of him hearing us leave for some delicious ultraviolence.
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>>36803060
>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though.
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>>36803066
Not any I can remember
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>>36803060
Sleep together no hanky panky.

It's the most logical thing.
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>>36803060
>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though

Does anyone else feel like Saber from Fate/Stay night right now...
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>>36803060
>>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though.
I'm out, /tg/, when I get back in 4 or so hours, I expect fire. Purple fire with red flecks. Or an incredible train wreck.
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>>36803097
This.
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>>36803060
>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
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>>36803060
>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
Time to get killin
Also how old we were when they busted our workplace? 5?
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>>36803139
Very close to your current age. <12 months ago.
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>>36803060
>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
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>>36803060
>Write-in.
Feign falling asleep, go to White and 11th, stay a save distance and away, pick out Marco, take him out when he's isolated, and leave a not to whoever employs him that he should forget about this town and any business he has here.

We're an assassin, it's time we start acting like one.
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>>36803060
>I'll sleep on the couch, you should take the bed.
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>>36803110
You become super stupid.
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>>36803060
>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though.
Maybe we can cuddle :3
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>>36803029
A single reason to like the character that doesn't rely on QM caveats involving the MC's hormones.
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>>36803060
>We'll sleep together. No hanky panky, though.
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>>36803155
>a specially engineered, grown, and trained assassin/seductress
We are six yes?
There is no reason we haven't simply disappeared and got into assassination business
Unless people that trained us sucked so many balls that they drowned in them I see no reason we would decide to join fucking school
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I'll take the couch, you take the bed:
>>36803086
>>36803088
>>36803138
>>36803139
>>36803157
>>36803162

We shall chastely sleep together. Absolutely nothing interesting will happen during this time. Definitely not.
>>36803097
>>36803111
>>36803116
>>36803121
>>36803122
>>36803181
>>36803206

Time to go full murderhobo:
>>36803160

>>36803237
I have never said your current age. "Grown" means bottle baby, not rapid aging. And you're conditioned to obey authority figures, who told you to go to school.
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>>36803237
Because the government found out about us and said: "Hey, murder is illegal, but you are not a killer yet. So we'll pretend you're a normal person, have some money."
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>>36803237
>We are six yes?
We're in our teens.
>There is no reason we haven't simply disappeared and got into assassination business
There's no reason for us to do so either.
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>>36801320
/tg/ as a whole is more Tsundere than Shana, Asuka Langley Sohryu, and Lina Inverse on a triple date with their respective idiot love interests while going through synchronized menstrual cycles.
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"We'll sleep together," you say, straightening out your jacket a little. "And by that I mean sleep together. Not sex. Okay?"

He nods, pretty much willing to do whatever you say. Your calm has quietly signaled to him that you have the situation under control, and he's desperate to latch on to any sign of safety. Really desperate, you think, then push the thought out of your mind. That's not an appropriate way to think about your boyfriend. "Um, wait," he says, "shouldn't I call my parents or something? They'd be pretty worried."

You set your jaw, considering for a moment. "Yes. Can you stay out without getting in trouble?"

"Uh, maybe," he says. "Probably not if they know I'm staying at a girl's house."

You go through a quick briefing, telling him just what to say, and even doing your own part, and soon enough, his parents are thoroughly convinced he's staying over at a platonic friend's house with constant adult supervision. You chat a little about other things before retiring to bed with him.

You wake up before him - your tweaked metabolism means you sleep less - and it seems that during the night, his shirt has slowly rolled up, revealing his entire chest to you. A smooth, muscular chest, firm enough to eat off of, with nice, ripped abs. You lick your lips, looking at it.

>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
>Go confront this Marco. With money. You don't have three grand on hand, but you can certainly put a dent in that amount with savings from your stipends.
>Feel up Kevin.
>Write-in.
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin
We have plenty of time for killing things later.
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>>36803425
>Write-in.
>Go confront this Marco. With knife.
Bullets cost money
And aren't as satisfying
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>>36803425
>>Feel up Kevin.
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>>36803425
Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
Plato u plomo?
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin.
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>>36803425
>Write-in.
go have a look a Marco's place
no confrontation, scouting only
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin.
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>>36803425
>>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With money. You don't have three grand on hand, but you can certainly put a dent in that amount with savings from your stipends.
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin.
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
>Feel up Kevin

Feel up first, for good luck, then confront Marco.
Also bring something more silent, like a garotte or a knife.
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>>36803425
>>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
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>>36803425
>Feel up Kevin
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>>36803425
> Go confront Marko. With money.
Mo money, mo problems.
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
Yay
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
Finally
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>>36803425
>Go confront this Marco. With bullets.
Time to finally do something fun.
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Kill Marco:
>>36803451
>>36803462
>>36803493
>>36803507
>>36803535
>>36803558
>>36803563
>>36803578

Kill Marco and feel up Kevin:
>>36803497
>>36803531

Just feel up Kevin:
>>36803447
>>36803453
>>36803463
>>36803503
>>36803522
>>36803539

Pay off Marco:
>>36803516
>>36803557
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I think it's time for Jane, TO RIP 'EM IN TWAIN!
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>>36803597
Oh Kevin, always getting involved in dangerous things.

Drugs. Gangsters. Us.
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You give Kevin's chest a quick stroke for good luck, enjoying the feel of it under your fingers, your heart pumping extra hard, blood pounding in your ears. The contours of his muscles are wonderful to the touch, and you only barely keep yourself from just leaning over and starting to lick at the exposed flesh. You do, though, and quietly get out of bed and get ready.

Long-sleeved, dark clothing, your silenced unregistered pistol that you've had prepared just in case, a combat knife, and one of your assault rifles, as backup. You've got one little IED already made - just a boring experiment in memory of your older work - and you stuff it into the bag with the assault rifle. Kevin doesn't seem to stir the whole time, and you lean over him one last time, kissing him on the forehead. Just in case you don't come back.

Then you roll out, getting in your car and driving to 11th and White, looking for the "office" to which Kevin referred. It doesn't take long for you to find the six guys milling around outside Marco's place of business. You'd guess there's about as many inside as out, all armed. A tough nut to crack.

>Just go in, guns blazing, with the assault rifle.
>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
>Use the IED.
>Walk up to them - just a knife, anything else would be too bulky and probably found - pretend that you want to "show Marco a good time."
>Write-in.
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>>36803730
>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
Stab, stab, stab!
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>>36803730
>Walk up to them - just a knife, anything else would be too bulky and probably found - pretend that you want to "show Marco a good time."
My vote is this, but how is this different than the other knife and vagina option?
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>>36803730
>Write-in.
Wait. The other goons are useless. Just pick out Marco and try to isolate him as much as possible.

A proper assassin kills out of sigh tand when it's most convenient for him.
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>>36803762
It doesn't involve cutting up everyone else like a certain cyborg ninja.
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>>36803762
The other one means you lure them away and kill them one by one. This one is basically just walking in.
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>>36803730
>>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
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>>36803730
>Walk up to them - just a knife, anything else would be too bulky and probably found - pretend that you want to "show Marco a good time."
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>>36803730
>>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.

To start. At some point someones going to notise something, then we open fire.

Use the IED if we see Marco.
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>>36803730
>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
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>>36803730
None of these options are good. An unsuppressed rifle or an IED would attract too much attention and alert the guys inside, so those are right out. Taking down six to twelve guys on the way out with just a knife is a bad idea: we NEED at least a pistol to stay in a serious fight.

The least bad option here is to use the suppressed pistol and knife to clear out the six outside, so
>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
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Pick them off one by one:
>>36803760
>>36803792
>>36803819
>>36803842
>>36803865

Use stealth to sneak in:
>>36803762
>>36803801

Wait. He has to leave sooner or later:
>>36803774
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>>36803730
>Try picking them off with the knife and your feminine wiles.
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You breathe in and out, taking the IED, pistol, and knife, with you as you walk up to the building. "Hey, sweetheart," you say, voice saccharine, to the one furthest from the group. "Got a little time and money for a working girl?"

He looks you up and down, quirking an eyebrow. "Ain't you a little young?"

"I'm eighteen, mister. I could pretend to be younger for you, though, if you want..." you let one finger trail along his chest. "You look like the kind of guy who could use some stress relief, you know. Just fifty bucks and I'll do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

"Well... no whipping or bondage or nothing, but pretty much anything else goes. You want to enact a little schoolgirl fantasy? Have a pretty young thing down on her knees sucking you off while you call her filthy names? Anything goes, so long as you pay and it don't leave a mark."

He looks over his shoulder, shrugs, and pulls out his wallet, measuring out fifty bucks and putting them in your hand. You count them back over, and gesture into an alley, "for a little privacy, mister." Once you're there, you promptly slit his throat, dragging his corpse a little bit further away from the street to keep it safe from prying eyes.

One down, five to go. Fortunately nobody saw him head off with you, so you're able to nab another two "for a special group package," which is also done privately. They go down easy too. Now, though, it won't be so simple. You scream. When the next guy comes around the corner, you put a bullet in between his eyes at just the right moment to make sure his blood splatter doesn't reach the sightline of the others. The other two are asking their fallen comrade what the hell's going on, and obviously on higher alert than normal.

>Just roll around the corner, hip fire them both to death.
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
>Write-in.
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>>36804156
>>Just roll around the corner, hip fire them both to death.
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>>36804156
>Just roll around the corner, hip fire them both to death.
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>>36804156
>Just roll around the corner, hip fire them both to death.
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>>36804156
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
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>>36804156
>Write-in.
Lay an ambush for them with the IED. The sound of the explosion should lure out our friend Marco, allowing us to shoot him and escape. Enough blood has been spilled already, all we needed was Marco.
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>>36804225
>>36804156
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
>Lay an ambush for them with the IED.
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>>36804156
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
then, assuming they check the alley, we backstab them
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>>36804156
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
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>>36804156
>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
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>>36804156
>An assassin, or any other trained shooter
>hip-firing
Pick one.
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>>36804156
>>Run out, act freaked, like somebody dangerous is in the alley. Should lure them away from the doors.
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>>36804272
Less obvious you're about to shoot somebody if your gun is at your hip.
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>>36804259
This. Luring them into range then aiming shots is infinitely better than any option with "hip fire" in it.
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Guns ablazing! What could go wrong?
>>36804186
>>36804198
>>36804202

Help, help!
>>36804205
>>36804259
>>36804263
>>36804264
>>36804286
>>36804286
>>36804294
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You start screaming. "Oh Jesus fuck, aaaah!" You affect the temperament of a frightened girl, your feet pounding against the pavement, your gun hidden, as you run around the corner, pretending to be absolutely terrified, running flat out. The two men's guns train on you for a moment - and then the moment's gone, and they're moving to head around the corner, guns at the ready. You slow down on the opposite side of the street, and then circle around, your pistol at the ready.

"Joder," one of them says, voice a little hushed, as he comes around the corner. You open the door and walk inside. At the moment, nobody can see you, not being in quite the right position, and you duck into a side closet. "Mierda!" The yell from outside is loud enough that you can hear it. "Help! There's somebody out here, killed four of us!"

There's a pause, then hushed voices. Two sets of footsteps head past you, out through the door, and you slip back out, eyes open, ears attentive as you slink through the halls.

"The fuck do you think is going on, Marco? Some new operation in town?"

"I don't know. Let's get going. Back entrance, slip away. You three, with me. Julian, stay here for one minute." There's a pause. "If they come in here, use that."

"Yes, sir," Julian says. "Uh, how do I..."

"Pull the pin. It's inertia armed, means when it stops moving, it explodes. Claro?"

There's no more words, so you presume that it is, in fact, clear. You sidle up to the door to what must be Marco's office. By the sound of footsteps inside, it connects to the "back entrance" directly, rather than through the hall, here.

Shit. Means Julian the Grenadier is between you and your target.

>Write-in.
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>>36804520
just rush to the back entrance and shoot everything that moves?
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>>36804520
Take aim at him from the shadows, where you can run for cover if he throws something at you.
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>>36804520
Fuck, going inside was a bad idea. Maybe we should've lured them outside.

I guess we gently knock against the door of the side closet and hopes he comes to check up on us so we can stab him in the face before he activates any explosive. It shouldn't sound like a deliberate knock, but like a suspicious sound. Something that makes him doubt it enough to come check on it.
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>>36804520
Tell them you are going to murder them
Then shoot through door
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>>36804520
Leave building, sneak around to back entrance, kill marco, leave. Don't fuck with guy with the grenade, he'll stay put cuz he's scared and dumb. He'll be left in the dust.
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>>36804520
Withdraw back to our car, leave the area.

The target has a lead, because some tards didn't think to take measures to ensure the surviving guards outside didn't alert the remaining guards. So we withdraw.

This should keep them busy for long enough to keep pressure off whatever our boyfriend's name is.
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>>36804520
>>36804616
This.
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>>36804520
Supporting >>36804616
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You know, we should have put the IED around the corner the of the alley bodies were in.

Ah, well.
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>>36804616
Marco's already gone out the back. He's gone, anon. The only way to catch up would presumably be to go through the grenadier.

Which is why we should have shot the two outside first.
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>>36804710
I agree. It would've lured Marco out so we could pick him off with our rifle. And if it didn't, we'd at least know to get out of there. We wouldn't be stuck in a situation like this one.
>>
If we don't nail our target soon, we should bug out.
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Shoot grenadier:
>>36804597
>>36804607

Rush:
>>36804592

Get all MGS on this bitch.
>>36804604

Circle around and hope for the best.
>>36804616
>>36804643
>>36804698

Give up. You've done enough damage for now.
>>36804619
>>
Rolled 1 (1d2)

Coinflip necessary.

1 - he comes towards you
2 - he goes away from you
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36804855
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>>36804855
good, good
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>>36804892
The coin was already flipped...
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>>36804914
yeah, derp, misunderstood what he was saying, my bad.
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You think over what you've seen of the building from the outside, trying to work out where the back entrance is, how Marco plans to get there, and where the nearest exit to you is. Then you move, your footfalls soft and quiet on the ground, rushing through the building. If Marco is leaving the way you think he is, he'll be on almost the opposite side of the building from you - but there's a fifty-fifty shot he'll pull out heading your way, if he's driving, and if he's walking, you can probably nail him with your gun from a distance.

It's your lucky day - the squeal of tires reaches your ears and starts moving in your direction as you come around. You slip around the corner for just a moment, the car headed straight towards you, take aim at the driver, and pop his head all over the seat. You doubt the driver was Marco, though, and you wait a couple seconds around the corner, bullets coming in a hail in your general direction. You listen carefully over the din of the firefight, the car currently slowing to a stop in the middle of the street, and then toss the IED underhand in its direction, waiting a second for the sound of the explosion...

Boom. The shattered glass and twisting metal, the groans of a person, it adds up to a direct hit. You slip around the corner, shooting everyone you see in the car in the head, whether or not they're still alive, and turn around, dumping your gun and knife in the sewer as you head for your car, careful to move in such a way as to avoid the attention of the four searching through the back alley who are now rushing towards the sound of the explosion.

Then you drive home, where your boyfriend, whose life you just saved, should still be asleep. A cheery pop song comes on the radio and you sing along, feeling bubbly and bright with a success.

When you get home, you're pleased to find that Kevin is still in bed, asleep.

>Write-in.
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>>36804980
>Write-in.
Feel dem abs.
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>>36804980
>Slip back into bed, feel dem abs.
'Worth it.'
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>>36804980
Do we own two silenced silverballers?

Because we should.
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>>36804980
take showerutt
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>>36804980
>Write-in.
Pass the fuck out while glomping our bf.
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>>36805007
>>36804980
Why even ask? This. Try and get a little shut eye curled up on his chiseled abs.
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>>36805037
I have no idea why the 'utt' was added there.
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>>36804980
>Write in
Get back into bed only wearing panties while we feel Kevin up.
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>>36804980
>>36805007
This
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>>36804980
>Take a shower
>Then have some fun with Kevin, we deserve a reward for our hard work
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>>36805063
>>36804980
This
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>>36805063
>>36804980
Second
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>>36805063
>>36804980
This this this
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>>36805063
So wait.
First date should be first base, Second date second base...

We should at least want until the third date before giving him third base.
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>>36805127
I have yet to date a woman I haven't already fucked at least once.
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>>36804980
this
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>>36804980
>>36805063
perfect
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>>36805166
I'm sorry to say it, but you've only dated easy girls. Better get yourself checked.
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>>36804980
>Breed.
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>>36804980
Change into your sleeping clothes, quietly lie down next to him and feel him up. Pretend you just woke up.

Why didn't we leave a note behind telling whoever Marco's employer is to stay out of this territory?
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>>36804980
This fire pleases me.

Take a shower, and then return to Kevin.
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>>36805189

Slut.
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>>36805063
I want this.
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Feel up abs:
>>36805007
>>36805027
>>36805052
>>36805067
>>36805204

Shower:
>>36805037
>>36805210

Cuddle:
>>36805043

Get half naked and feel up Kevin:
>>36805063
>>36805087
>>36805089
>>36805114
>>36805177
>>36805241

Fuck:
>>36805079
>>36805189
>>
watch, Marco survived and one of the people in his crew who happened to see us is able to identify us as Kevin's girl. Things then become even more 'fun.'
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>>36805258
Why is it in every single piece of media, unless you actually witness someone dying, they're never actually dead?
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>>36805287
You literally shot all four people in the car in the head. Marco is definitely dead.
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>>36805182
Maybe, but I honestly prefer fucking a woman with experience over some blushing virgin; and I don't think it is a particulary healthy outlook to judge a woman just because she puts out.
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>>36805303
You know what's REALLY not healthy? Getting STDs, bub.
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>>36805303
we don't slut shame here, we slut appreciate.
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>>36805318
Never had one yet. Use a condom when fucking a girl you don't know, and never delay getting checked if you suspect anything is wrong.
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You head over to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and taking a quick shower to wash away the smell of cordite and blood from yourself. When you step out, you notice a dark red stain on the front of your black sweater. Difficult to see, but annoying nonetheless. Then a naughty thought comes to mind, bringing a smile to your lips, and you slip on your panties - and only your panties - before heading back to bed.

This time, you don't much mind if Kevin wakes up, so when your hands run along his chest, feeling his musculature, you let your fingers really dig in, testing the firmness of his body. You lean over him, planting little kisses on his chest, then licking at one of his nipples.

He mumbles his way awake, eyes blinking rapidly. "Mmm? Wha?" He looks down at you, and you give him a lewd grin, your lips still pressing at his sculpted chest. "I thought you said..."

"Mmm," you hum. "Maybe I changed my mind. Want to take advantage of this before I change it again?"

He does, apparently, his hands reaching down to run across your body, warmth engulfing your cold breasts when he finally reaches them. You just merrily enjoy feeling up your boyfriend, licking and kissing and lapping and generally making oral love to his chest. His erection, just inches away, is so, so tempting, and you can feel yourself moistening already.

>Write-in.
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>>36805349
In fiction, the unfortunate side effects of being promiscuous tend to be either never brought up or nonexistent.
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>>36805412
"I'm going to go make breakfast."

Leave him hanging, make some waffles, and lip on the local news.
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>>36805412
Something that's ends with penetration
Of his asshole with our dick
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>>36805436
Pfffft hahaha! Second
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>>36805412
So, now we know what gets us in the mood.
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>>36805436
This.

Being a cocktease just makes for more intense love-making later.
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>>36805449
What is this? A description of a woman's sexual deviancy for ants?
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>>36805436
seconding this
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>>36805412
Find out what he really taste like. Give him the opportunity to return the favour.
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>>36805412
>>36805436
Going with this.
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>>36805436
This is cruel. Just cruel.
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>>36805412
>>Write-in.
"It's morning now, and we're no longer sleeping"
Boldly go where Jane has not gone before!
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>>36805460
>>36805412
This.

Blowjob time.
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>>36805412
>>36805436
This almost naked apron though.
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>>36805412
Give him a blowjob
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>>36805436
on a scale of yes to no
Yes.
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>>36805412
Lets give him some oral. Down there. You know.
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>>36805436
>lip on
This a Britishism I'm unfamiliar with or a typo?
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>>36805299
>Marco is definitely dead.
Does this mean we're going to have to outwit a police investigation then?
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>>36805412
Time for a blowjob!
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>>36805412
Lets taste him properly then, his cock that is.
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>>36805499
Yes, prepare his anus for when we penetrate it
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>>36805501
Yeah, right.

The police will just think it's gang warfare. What kind of idiot would even slightly suspect that a teenaged girl was able to kill four armed men and blow up a building?
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>>36805412
Suck him off. Long and teasingly.
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>>36805364
blow 'im.
not with explosives
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>>36805412
>>36805436
This tease him.
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>>36805500
Typo.
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>>36805412
Fuck him with our mouth.
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Getting revenge on Rebecca by doing the same shit she did to Lucas, to Kevin instead:
>>36805436
>>36805442
>>36805453
>>36805457
>>36805464
>>36805490
>>36805498
>>36805554

Prostate stimulation:
>>36805438
>>36805535

Suck him off:
>>36805460
>>36805478
>>36805491
>>36805499
>>36805516
>>36805527
>>36805546
>>36805547
>>36805565

Do it:
>>36805476
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>>36805500
Probably flip on.
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>>36805536
Actually, we killed at least eight and blew up a car.
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>>36805575
How the fuck did we lose? Fuck these threads.
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>>36805575
Can we tease him with a blowjob and keep him on the edge of climax for awhile at least?
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>>36805412
Blow him. Make it slow and tantalizing.
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>>36805575
Justice prevails!
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>>36805575
Welp. Looks like it's Kevin's lucky day.

Swallow.
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>>36805585
God, you guys are such babies, you lose one vote and have to suck a dude's dick and you start whining.
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>>36805602
>>36805589
>>36805586
>>36805575
This
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>>36805602
Man, her eyes look strange. Kinda like she's going blind or something.
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>>36805612
Stop making me laugh, it's hard to get off while laughing!
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>>36805602
huh, i don't think i've seen this one before, is good ol' rasul back in the game?
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>>36805612
Straight to the point sex is uninteresting and lame.
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>>36805612
You know what? Fuck you.

I quietly stuck it out with an aggravating forced "love interest" (even when others were complaining about the same thing), I MIGHT have ignored losing a vote to suck off a guy after two dates, and I might even have managed to deal with the undersexed, one-tracked playerbase your quests typically attract.

But your constantly sarcastic and often outright abrasive attitude just killed any interest I had in continuing.
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Just be sure not to get too graphic. You-know-who might come knocking.

Still, I can't wait until he realizes what kind of girl he's involved with.
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>>36805676
Harsh, but fair.
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>>36805676
You just sound incredibly butthurt. Why don't you make your own quest?
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>>36805676
Have fun.
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>>36805680
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>>36805676
so much butthurt...
did your boyfriend forget the lube or something?
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>>36805612
I would rather not play a character that puts out on the second morningzi.

Especially when he's already wrapped around our finger and we can be a massive tease and he'll just fucking take it.
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>>36805718
10/10 would violently face fuck
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>>36805731
Kevin could use more confidence. Just so long as we keep him from making any more stupid decisions.

And besides, it's a blowjob. Not a cuntjob. Relax.
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>>36805718
Maybe its just my warped perception of reality, but that gif's more funny than weird/arousing.
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>>36805692
>>36805725
Speaking of butthurt... We aren't on the pill, have no condoms, and no lube. We better stop while we're ahead before we stock up on fun things.
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>>36805752
Do we even know how to do that. I know we know how to seduce but I thought it was mostly just movements, how to press, and what to say.

Do we have any practical skill in this?
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>>36805768
are we even fertile?
that may sound like a stupid question, but with how and the purpose we were created for, it's not guaranteed
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>>36805782
Inexperienced enthusiasm is also great.
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>>36805768
>We aren't on the pill, have no condoms, and no lube.
We don't know that
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>>36805782
We have easy access to bananas

>>36805799
>>36805815
good point.
OP! Save us!
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>>36805692
>>36805725
Not him, but his criticism is merely fair. He doesn't enjoy this unwarranted snarkiness, so he leaves. Don't get upset over people not liking what you like.
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>>36805799
You're fertile, but any biological kids you have would probably wind up fucked up.

You know this clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYFcT9sDSBs ? You're like that with genetics. Any kid you had would probably fuck up the balance and get some weird mental or sleep or physical disorders.

You're not on the pill.
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>>36805817
>>36805768
>>36805815
Guys
It's just a BJ
We aren't getting preggers by sucking him off.
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You lean down a little further, your kisses teasing their way to his groin. Your fingers undo the button, then pull down the zipper, and you watch his expression, smiling at him as he swallows, all nerves and uncertainty. You grab the waistband of his underwear with your teeth and pull down, and he shrugs his way out out of his pants, revealing his rock hard cock to your view. The scent is almost overpowering - salty, strong, and rich with Kevin's natural odor - and it just gets you even hornier for him.

You start sucking, putting all the talent and drive you can muster into it, watching his expression as his eyes alternate between squeezing shut and rolling up, his chest rising and falling irregularly, his mouth wriggling unbelievably, his hands occasionally, uncertainly reaching up for your hair before falling away without touching you. You tease him, drawing him close to the edge again and again, leaving him in a panting, sweaty pile, begging you to let him come. "Please, Jesus, Jane," he whimpers when you let him fall back from the edge for the third time. "I've got to come. Come on, shit, please, babe, goddamn."

You flick your hair back over your ear, smiling up at him, mischievously. "You know it feels better the more build up there is."

"Fuck, please," he gasps, in between licks. "I'll do anything, please, babe."

"Anything?" You ask, a wry smile on your lips, before wrapping your lips around his head to suckle and hump his cock.

"Anything," he repeats, "fuck, please, I'm dying." You pull him over and past this time, watching as he orgasms, falling back on the bed, panting and gasping again, his cum salty and tasty in your mouth. You wait for him to finish off, then - after a couple swallows and licks - pull back and off.

"Now, about that 'anything,' Kevin..." you say, smiling.

>Return the favor.
>Fix me some breakfast.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
>Write-in.
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>>36805866
>Return the favor.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
Then
>Fix me some breakfast.
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>>36805866
>Fix me some breakfast.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
Why the fuck not?
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>>36805866
>Do not tell anyone about this.
We got an image to maintain.
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>>36805866
>Do not tell anyone about this.
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>>36805866
>Return the favor.
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>>36805866
>Fix me some breakfast.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
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>>36805866
>>36805884
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>>36805854
we're planning for the future after the BJ

>>36805866
>Return the favor.
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>>36805866
>>Do not tell anyone about this.
No use in gossip. Or bragging for that matter.
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>>36805866
This
>>36805884
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>>36805866
>Fix me some breakfast.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
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>>36805866
>Return the favor.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
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>>36805884
Seconding
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>>36805866
>Fix me some breakfast.
Tell him to get into the kitchen and make you a sammich. Don't be stingy with the mustard.
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>>36805920
And in the future, we'll be getting shit for that, rendering all this worrying pointless.
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>>36805866
>Fix me some breakfast.
>Do not tell anyone about this.
He's our bitch and this maintains our image.
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>>36805946
>Tell him to get into the kitchen and make you a sammich. Don't be stingy with the mustard.
we've been over this, mustard is for fags. Ketchup is the way to go
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>>36805866
>>Fix me some breakfast.
>>Do not tell anyone about this.
>>
>>36805866
>>36805884
Yeah, all three is the way to go. Extort everything while we can
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>>36805979
>Ketchup
>good
Was your mother basejumping when she gave birth to you?
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>>36805884
This
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>>36805892
This.
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>>36806022
obviously, now go get me that katsup
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>>36805979
Ketchup is what you put on food that you don't like.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Porque no los tres?
>>36805884
>>36805919
>>36805931
>>36805937
>>36806012
>>36806026

Fix me some breakfast and don't talk about this.
>>36805892
>>36805907
>>36805932
>>36805966
>>36806003
>>36806028

Don't talk about this:
>>36805893
>>36805901
>>36805924

Get back in the kitchen, cabrón:
>>36805946

Return the favor:
>>36805904
>>36805920

Return the favor, and don't talk about this:
>>36805935

1 - All three
2 - I'm good for the moment.
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>>36806081
Geez, at this rate we'll end up with a TPQ epilogue, only with the roles reversed.
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>>36806081
Dice gods we really us to have sex today
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>>36806081
Has there ever been a vote called for in one of these threads where sex of some kind was an option, but it wasn't taken?
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>>36806081
porque no los dos?
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>>36806130
>>36806138
is this really a bad thing?
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>>36806147
Yes the mc of TPQ passed on it when he was in the car with teacher.
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>>36806147
I'm pretty sure there was some option for something lewder in thread one of this quest that didn't get taken.
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>>36806147
we didn't bang our teacher in the parking lot
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>>36806162
>>36806162
I didn't say it was, but I'm saying the dice choices really favor it this time
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>>36806147
Repeatedly.
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>>36806181
We decided to suck face in part 1 instead of taking him home on the first date for sex, and we decided to have a nice convo in the restaurant and at home instead of getting him geared up for sex to ravish us
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>>36806275
Didn't we gave him a handjob on the first date?
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>>36806298
No, that was some crotch-teasing.
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>>36806298
Handjob is basically jerking a dude off, you just felt up his erection.
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You eye him over, your eyes glittering with barely concealed desire. "First... return the favor," you say, crawling around a little, until your back is against the bedspread. Kevin gets what you're after almost immediately, leaning in between your thighs, kissing and suckling at your love button, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. He's not the most experienced boy in the world, that's for sure, but damn if he doesn't have enthusiasm, and he's willing to take directions, so it all evens out in the end.

It takes you longer than it took him - a good deal longer, really - but when you do orgasm it's fantastic, totally different from doing it alone, more intense, more real, just *more*, and it makes you shake and shiver in place, eyes rolled up in pleasure. When you finish, you wipe at your mouth, worried for a moment you've gotten a bit of drool on it.

You feel oddly naked in front of Kevin - which you are, of course, but now it really strikes you - so you try to get rid of him for the moment. "Now, go make us some breakfast. And do *not* tell anyone about this. You understand? No one."

He nods. "Sure thing, babe," he says, getting up from bed and heading out, pulling down his shirt before fumbling with his pants a bit to pull them up around his cock.

You recline in bed, pulling back on your panties and pulling the blankets over yourself to give yourself a bit of cover, concealing your body. You feel a little tingle, though. That was really fun! You hope Kevin enjoyed it as much as you.

After a few minutes, Kevin comes back with some jelly on toast and a glass of water. "There wasn't any peanut butter," he says, "and I don't really know how to make much else."

"It's fine," you say, your hands stretching out from under the covers to grab the food and water.

>Ask him if he wants to do anything else today before school.
>Tell him he should start working on his grades.
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
>Write-in.
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>>36806355
>Ask him if he wants to do anything else today before school.
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>>36806298
That was a different, later decision that did not involve choosing between sucking face or going home to get railed

>>36806355
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
>Ask him if he wants to do anything else today before school.
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>>36806355
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
>Ask him if he wants to do anything else today before school.
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>>36806355
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
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>>36806355
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
>Mention he should start working on his grades.
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>>36806355
>Ask him to turn on the television to the news.
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>>36806355
Television. News.
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>>36806355
>Ask if he wants to study together after school
Help him with his grades
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>>36806387
let's go with this
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>>36806355
Don't ask, just turn on the news.
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>>36806355
>>Tell him he should start working on his grades.
>>
Do we really care about his grades? He's already dependent on us for his life. We should just continue this trend until he's a domesticated house husband.
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>>36806454
>>36806415
>>36806476
You know, instead of becoming a nag about it, we could offer to tutor him so that we help him get his grades up. It would probably produce tangible results.
"You should work on your grades!" Uh huh... what are we, his mom?
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>>36806476
For our reputation as well partially, and if we go to college or something
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>>36806519
>what are we, his mom?
We're his girlfriend, which is like a mom.
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>>36806476
Hell no, we need to be the NEET Gun owning house wife who forces him to do all the house work too.
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>>36806519
Girlfriends don't care about grades these days?
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>>36806355
News. Let's admire our handiwork
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>>36806549
>>36806570
I'm saying, we should offer to help him. Not command it.
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>>36806570
not in the real world outside of that 'school' place...
>>
Want to do anything else?
>>36806384

Watch TV/do anything else:
>>36806387
>>36806398
>>36806441

TV:
>>36806404
>>36806416
>>36806431
>>36806442
>>36806579

News/grades:
>>36806415

Grades:
>>36806435
>>36806454

Looks like TV is a win. I'll go with the "turn it on yourself" thing since it's more natural, though.
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>>36806633
>"turn it on yourself" thing since it's more natural
nonsense, we have a perfectly willing boytoy to do menial tasks for us
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>>36806674
I mean it's less suspicious.
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>>36806682
isn't he already standing though? we're in bed.
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>>36806714
>not having the remote in your bed
do you even live alone, bro?
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>>36806774
>watching tv
Do you not own a computer?
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You fumble around with the beside table, grabbing the remote, before patting the space next to you. "C'mon, Kevin. Snuggle in with your half-naked girlfriend to watch some TV."

"Uh, hold on, let me go get my toast." You let him leave and turn on the television, flicking through channels before finding one where the current story is your recent firefight. There's some nice wide-angle helicopter shots of the blown up car, cops loading bodies onto EMT ambulances, and whatnot.

When Kevin comes back into the room, he looks a little surprised by your choice of programming. He's even more surprised when the lady starts speaking again. "Suspected drug cartel Marco Santiago was among those slain in this brutal, gangland-style killing. Police said they are 'not willing to rule anything out,' but worries abound that a new operation has moved into town and is taking care of competition. In total, no less than eight people lost their lives, today. We are uncertain as to the exact cause of death of the four in the van - all four were shot in the head, but also blown up. Truly, a tragedy that makes one fear for their safety."

"That your Marco?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow up at Kevin.

He nods a little, shocked. "Jesus," he says, as he sits on the bed. "Lucky me, I guess, but fuck. Marco got shot?"

"Shot and blown up," you clarify, but he's still just sitting there, dumbfounded.

>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.
>Anything you need to get done before school?
>Write-in.
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>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.
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>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
Dem abs...
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>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
I love us. I love us so bad.
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>>36806830
>>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>>Anything you need to get done before school?
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>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.

Porque no los dos?
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>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.
>>
>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.
>>
>>36806830
>>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
>>That reminds me... we should study together, sometime. A study date, if you would.
>>
>>36806830
>You feel bad? You want to cuddle to make it better, sweetheart?
This, but tease him a little. Ask him if he's going to miss his boyfriend.
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>>36806948
you know... with how that one ganger kissed the top of his head when they met...
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>>36806948
seconding thisthime
>>
Cuddle and study:
>>36806850
>>36806889
>>36806917
>>36806924
>>36806941

Cuddle:
>>36806853
>>36806865
>>36806948
>>36806982

Cuddle and check about his responsibilities:
>>36806882
>>
"Come here," you say, reaching one arm around to his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. He leans into you, easily, and you lean right back, your bodies pressing against each other. "Feel a little better?"

"A little," he says, still staring at the TV, and you use your free hand to wrap his arm around you, putting it right on your stomach.

"That helps, right?"

"Yeah," he says, still a little distracted.

You run one hand along his chest, and his attention finally flicks from the television screen towards you. "I just remembered something," you say, letting your hand cup his chin. "I was thinking..." you lean over to him, kissing him on the lips. "We should get together in the future some more. You come over here, we study, maybe nothing happens or maybe something does... who knows?"

"Oh. Wow. Um, really? Shit, yeah," he says, still processing what you just said, his eyes trailing down to your bare shoulders, where the nudity of your body is hinted at by the parts that are above the blanket. "I'd like to come around here again."

You all-but-purr in pleasure, kissing him again. "That's nice to hear, sweetheart." You snuggle up to him, even closer, pressing your bodies next to his, reaching for his hand with yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

There's a calm silence to it, comfortable, almost sweet, as the two of you sit there, watching the television. Eventually, Kevin reaches for the remote and flicks the TV off.

"Oh, yeah," he says, turning to you, expression normal. "Where'd you head off to in the middle of the night?"

>END OF CHAPTER

Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

Hope you guys enjoyed! Next chapter tomorrow at the same time.
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>>36807037
we all want cuddles
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>>36807154
DENY DENY DENY
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>>36807154
>"Where'd you head off to in the middle of the night?"
Errand
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>>36807154
>END OF CHAPTER
I can finally go to sleep now!

Good night bros! See you tomorrow.
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>>36807154
>sweetheart

Girls calling me this is my weakness.
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>>36807154
>"Oh, yeah," he says, turning to you, expression normal. "Where'd you head off to in the middle of the night?"
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>>36807154
OSHIT OSHIT OSHIT

thanks for running
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so... since we took care of the gang problem so early, does this mean we'll have different and more gang problems later or that we'll have to do normal high school stuff now?
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>>36807285
I write these things by the seat of my pants, literally no one knows the answer to that question.
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>>36807285
Boyfriend start using is as his personal little killing machine.
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>>36807309
I vote we start working on creating a harem then if you have nothing else planned out past 'kill gangsters'

Vera would be a good starting point for our harem
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>>36807348
I might - might - run a harem quest in the future. But this is not that quest.

In the hypothetical quest, you'd be a member of the harem vying for position with the other women and dealing with the crushing ennui of being a kept woman.
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>>36808234
Why not a reverse harem quest?
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>>36808234
Fuck this voting system we have, that should be next. And it should be longer. A lot longer.
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>>36808269
I have a very specific quest in mind for my next "lot longer" quest, and it definitely wouldn't be that quest.
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>>36808234
we'll obviously give up on the man and seduce the rest of the harem to entertain us.
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>>36808250
Because /tg/ can't handle male love interests.

This thread alone is proof.



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