<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Randy, Pervert</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.worldofmodels.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/291.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4e/e2/a5/4ee2a535de62de432e407628ff2b437c--male-photography-white-photography.jpg)</div></div></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>8:30 AM, Monday</strong></span></span></div><br/>With how uncomfortable and alien that Min Jung looked as she sucked on Randy's cock, there had to be some indication that there was more to her than what was happening. But the pleasure that oozed from his cock throughout his body felt too divine. Her blowjob was tighter, wetter, and had more purpose than anything he had enjoyed with Priya. Even as the young Korean cried at her body's insistence while her mind rebelled, Randy simply thought that she was going so fast that it made her eyes water. That she was trying her hardest to suck the cum out of her balls, that she didn't care about what was happening to her. He was half right. As Min Jung sucked the cum straight out of his balls, letting it shoot into her stomach, Randy groaned out as if his entire soul had been sucked out of his cock. His back arched, his hips jerked up into Min Jung's face while his toes curled inside of his shoes. But before he even had the chance to thank her or see if she wanted more, she was out the door. Randy looked up to see the apartment door slam shut behind her, and he sat up, guilt immediately shooting through his system. There was something wrong about that girl, that blowjob, and what had just happened. Not long after he had brought her to some room that spelled of trouble, he had just before found her at his door, naked and filled with cum. He wanted to talk to her about it, but he had a feeling he wouldn't see her again for a while.<hr/><br/>As Min Jung made her way to the Campus Department Store, there wasn't much that she would be able to find for a weapon, and that was to be expected. After the robots at the school had confiscated the drugs in front of her, she could expect to find that any weapons on students would be confiscated on sight. But of course, that didn't stop students from smuggling everything they could. While Min Jung wasn't sure how yet, if she continued to dig into the school's surroundings, she was sure to find something. The sliding glass doors to the Department Store opened up, revealing what looked to be more of a shopping mall compared to what the map labeled it as. Hundreds of students shuffled across the marble-flexsteel floors, listening to music within planted chips that played music after hearing a phrase or lyric. Other students carried multiple bags of books, supplies, food, and other materials from store to table, taking a break to enjoy a meal from one of the many restaurants in the food court. It wasn't uncommon to take first dates to the Lily Cafe, the only restaurant in the food court that looked like an actual restaurant, complete with a robotic waiter and booths.<br/><br/>The General Store within the complex contained most of the items that students needed to live. Because of this, it was massive. Shelves were dedicated to easy meals, vitamin injections, office supplies, and in one corner of the store that Min Jung was finally able to find, self-defense equipment. The stock was dwindling, and while the first expectation would be that all the items were bought up, a small note underneath the final few items read:<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Dear loyal customers,<br/>We are sorry to say, but we will stop carrying self-defense items due to a lack of demand at the end of this month."</em></div><br/>That was it. A simple warning that within a month, everyone on campus would be at the mercy of whoever had weapons, power, and influence. The note itself seemed fishy, but if Min Jung was focused on revenge currently, she still had some items that she could use for that purpose.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Item List:</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Pepper Spray (300 Aether)</span><br/>Pocket Item. One use per combat. -5 from selected enemy's flow for 2 turns.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Swiss Army Knife (200 Aether)</span><br/>Weapon. +1 Flow.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Plastic Shoe Knuckles (200 Aether)</span><br/>Defense. +1 Flow. Critical Rolls subtract 2 from next opponent's flow roll.</div><br/>Right as Min Jung was about to make a decision, however, she could feel the warmth of a hand traveling up the back pocket of her jeans. The fingertips squeezed against the flesh of her ass, groping her with no remorse as a shadow engulfed her form. A tall man in a grey hoodie and jeans of his own stared down at Min Jung, a smirk on his face and a stare of pure lust plastered across his face. As if she wasn't aware of the hand that was currently searching her ass, the man squeezed his fingers one more time, groping her ass before his hand moved around her body to grasp her opposite hip. His arm didn't seem as strong as Ghost's or any of the men that she had seen today, since she would be able to fight against his grip. But breaking out would be a big risk. "Hey there, baby. You don't need those if you have a man by your side," he said, his mouth curving into a smirk as his fingers dug into her hip. "Why don't you let me beat up whoever's bothering you?"<br/><br/>His brown eyes stared into her own, nothing but a model of lechery before her. And the faintest idea began to show itself. She could make her move, attempt to beat up this pervert who had already taken more than he deserved. But within her thoughts and glimpses, she didn't have enough time to grab a weapon. And she had to be careful, since she could still feel how sore she was from her fight with Ghost. It was now or never, and it seemed his grip was clenching tighter on her as he attempted to steer her towards one of the shelves to conceal passersby from seeing what was happening. "Come on, baby girl. You don't need to frown around me."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Combat: Roll 1d8 + 2 for flow roll (-Injuries) + First Strike. No other additions. No Retreats.<br/>Roll 1d20 for a pleasure check.</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Possible Locations:</strong></span>N/A (Combat)<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current pleasure level:</strong></span>3 (Wet)<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current Location:</strong></span>Campus Shopping Center<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current Inventory:</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>300 Aether</strong></span><br/><strong>Armor:</strong>Street Clothes (No Flow Effects)<br/><strong>Weapon:</strong>Injured (-2 Flow)<br/><strong>Personal Item:</strong>Empty<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current Afflictions:</strong></span>2 Exhaustion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Injuries:</span></strong>Wrist, Head pain.<br/>?? Effects