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<div id="start-screen" class="chapter-box"> <div class="system-line">[SYSTEM MESSAGE]</div> <div class="system-line">Welcome to <span style="color:#ffffff;">DUO LEVELING</span></div> <div class="system-line">An erotic journey awaits...</div> <div class="system-line">Synchronizing story parameters...</div> <div class="system-line">Player presence detected.</div> <div class="button-area" style="margin-top: 40px;"> <<link "▶ Start Character Setup">> <<goto "CharacterSetup">> <</link>> </div> </div>

<div id="name-screen" class="chapter-box"> <div class="system-line">[SYSTEM MESSAGE]</div> <div class="system-line">Who are they?</div> <div class="system-line">Let’s register their identities...</div> <div class="input-row"> <label for="fmc">Enter the name of the wife:</label> <input id="fmc" type="text" placeholder="e.g. Aria"> </div> <div class="input-row"> <label for="mmc">Enter the name of the husband:</label> <input id="mmc" type="text" placeholder="e.g. Kael"> </div> <div class="button-area"> <a id="name-confirm" class="start-link" href="#">▶ Confirm and Begin Synchronization</a> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagedisplay', function () { const fmcInput = document.getElementById('fmc'); const mmcInput = document.getElementById('mmc'); const confirmBtn = document.getElementById('name-confirm'); confirmBtn.addEventListener('click', function (e) { e.preventDefault(); const fmcName = fmcInput.value.trim(); const mmcName = mmcInput.value.trim(); if (fmcName && mmcName) { State.variables.fmc = fmcName; State.variables.mmc = mmcName; Engine.play('CharacterIntro'); } else { alert("Please enter both names before continuing."); } }); }); <</script>>

<div id="intro-screen" class="chapter-box"> <div class="system-line">[SYSTEM MESSAGE]</div> <div class="system-line">Subject Profiles Loaded.</div> <div class="system-line">Meet <span style="color:#ffffff;"><<print $fmc>> </span> and <span style="color:#ffffff;"><<print $mmc>>.</span></div> <div class="character-row"> <<audio "bgm_dark" volume $sesSeviyesi loop play>> <div class="char-card"> <h2><<print $fmc>></h2> <p><strong>Occupation:</strong> Marketing Specialist</p> <p><strong>Personality:</strong> Charming, ambitious</p> <p><strong>Secret Drive:</strong> Craves excitement beyond the ordinary</p> </div> <div class="char-card"> <h2><<print $mmc>></h2> <p><strong>Occupation:</strong> Programmer</p> <p><strong>Personality:</strong> Quiet, loyal</p> <p><strong>Secret Drive:</strong> Hungers for adventure & darker thrills</p> </div> </div> <div class="system-line">Status: Newly married. Long-time lovers turned partners in fate.</div> <div class="system-line">Location: Remote island resort. Mood: Intimate, expectant...</div> <div class="system-line">Preparing scenario: Honeymoon, Day 3</div> <div class="button-area" style="margin-top: 30px;"> <<link "▶ Continue the story">> <<goto "HoneymoonDay3">> <</link>> </div> </div>

<div class="system-box"> It was the third day of their honeymoon. The sun was blazing, and the ocean sparkled like glass. They signed up for a local island excursion, which promised a mix of sightseeing and exploring ancient ruins. The guide told them about the island’s legends: A forgotten civilization that had once worshipped the Goddess of Desire—a being who promised her followers ultimate fulfillment, both in pleasure and power. But after a great catastrophe, the goddess’s shrine was abandoned, and a curse was said to have fallen upon the island. Most of the locals avoided the place, except for curious tourists. As the group explored the ruins, $fmc and $mmc drifted away from the others, their curiosity pulling them toward a half-collapsed stone temple hidden behind dense foliage. Inside, they found remnants of what might have been an altar. And there, on the altar, lay a leather-bound book, dusty and weathered, yet strangely untouched by time. The cover had strange, ancient markings, and a single phrase written in faded ink: "The Path of Desires – Unlock the Power Within" They exchanged a glance. <<fmc>> "Do you think it’s safe to touch?" <</fmc>> <<mmc>> "I mean... it’s probably just a prop for tourists, right?" <</mmc>> But as $mmc flipped the book open, something strange happened. The pages shimmered, glowing faintly with a soft, golden light. Symbols seemed to shift on the page, and a faint hum filled the air. A particular page caught their eye—a ritual, written in cryptic language, but oddly understandable to them. Beneath the ritual, it read: “Speak these words as one, and your desires shall awaken. Together, you will grow stronger. Together, you will conquer your limits.” They hesitated, a little spooked, but a mix of excitement and the thrill of the unknown pushed them forward. <<fmc>> "Well... we are on our honeymoon. Maybe it’s a sign?" <</fmc>> <<mmc>> "Only one way to find out." <</mmc>> Together, they spoke the words aloud. The ground seemed to pulse beneath their feet. A sudden wave of heat surged through their bodies, as if an invisible energy wrapped around them. A system prompt appeared before their eyes—glowing letters suspended in the air, as if part of a game interface <div class="system-message"> ✅[Duo Leveling System Activated] Your journey has begun. Complete quests to unlock new powers. First Quest Unlocked: “Indulge in Intimacy – Achieve climax together.” Rewards: Body enhancements, stat boosts, and hidden abilities. </div> They stared at the message, wide-eyed, as a new desire stirred inside them, [[deeper and stronger than ever before...|1]] </div>

<<audio "bgm_dark" volume $sesSeviyesi loop play>> <div class="system-box"> $fmc’s eyes widened as the glowing system prompt hovered in the air, the words seemingly pulsing in rhythm with her racing heart. $mmc let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. <<mmc>> This has to be some kind of prank, right? Maybe part of the tour package? <</mmc>> $fmc giggled, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief sparkling in her eyes. <<fmc>> Or maybe we’re both hallucinating from too much sun. Do you think the guide spiked our drinks? <</fmc>> They burst into laughter, their voices echoing off the moss-covered stones of the ruined temple. $fmc leaned back on her hands, the warm grass tickling her skin, while $mmc sat cross-legged beside her, still grinning. <<fmc>> But... what if it isn’t a prank? <</fmc>> She glanced at the glowing text, her lips curling into a playful smirk as her eyes sparkled with mischief. $mmc’s gaze followed hers, the glowing words burning into their minds: First Quest Unlocked: “Indulge in Intimacy – Achieve climax together.” Rewards: Body enhancements, stat boosts, and hidden abilities. $mmc shifted uncomfortably, a faint blush creeping up his neck. <<mmc>> You’re seriously considering this? Like... doing it here? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Come on, babe. When’s the last time we didn’t find an excuse to get freaky? And besides... <</fmc>> She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper, her breath warm against his ear. <<fmc>> What if the rewards are real? <</fmc>> $mmc swallowed hard, the flush on his skin deepening as he tried to play it cool. <<mmc>> Well... it is our honeymoon. <</mmc>> They exchanged a look, half disbelief, half excitement, before $fmc shifted closer, her hands resting on his thighs. The air between them grew heavier, charged with a mixture of nervous energy and the familiar pull of desire. $fmc’s fingers traced slow, teasing circles up $mmc’s chest, her breath quickening. <<fmc>> Let’s do it. Let’s see what happens... <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/1.mp4"> </video> $mmc couldn’t resist the way her eyes sparkled, the playful smirk on her lips sending a shiver down his spine. <<mmc>> Guess we better hit 100% then, huh? <</mmc>> They lips colliding in a hungry kiss, laughter melting into soft moans. The system prompt flickered again, a soft chime ringing in the air. <div class="system-message quest"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 0% → 5% </div> $fmc pulled back just enough to catch her breath, glancing at the glowing bar in disbelief. <<fmc>> Oh my god... it’s actually tracking us... <</fmc>> $mmc grinned, a playful gleam in his eyes as he slid his hands lower along her ass, the excitement building between them. <<mmc>> Then let’s give it a show. <</mmc>> Their bodies pressed together, hearts racing, as they surrendered to the [[heat of the moment...|2]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> $fmc gasped as $mmc’s hands slid under her top, fingertips grazing her skin like electric sparks. Her pulse raced, each beat syncing with the glowing system prompt hovering beside them. <<set $message to true>> <<fmc>> Mmm... looks like we’re really doing this, huh? <</fmc>> Her voice was breathy, laced with excitement. She arched her back, pressing her chest into his hands, a teasing smile playing on her lips. <<mmc>> Oh, I’m all in now. Let’s see what kind of level-up we can unlock... <</mmc>> He leaned in, trailing kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking across her sensitive skin. The system’s soft chime echoed in the air. <div class="system-message quest"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 5% → 15% </div> $fmc giggled, her hands sliding down to $mmc’s belt, tugging at it with urgency. Her fingers brushed over the hardening bulge beneath his pants, a flush of arousal rushing through her. <<fmc>> Looks like the system’s into this... <</fmc>> $mmc groaned softly, helping her pull his pants down, his cock springing free, already achingly hard. $fmc’s breath hitched, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace the tip, tasting the salt of his precum. <<fmc>> Guess I better boost that progress bar, huh? <</fmc>> She took him into her mouth, slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling as her lips sealed around him while she touching herself. $mmc let out a low, ragged moan, his hands threading into her hair as his hips bucked slightly. <video width="825" controls> <source src="media/İntro/2.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> Fuck... you’re gonna make me finish too fast. <</mmc>> The system chimed again, brighter this time. <div class="system-message quest"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 15% → 35% </div> $fmc pulled off with a soft pop, licking her lips as she grinned up at him. <<fmc>> Gotta pace ourselves... we need to both finish, remember? <</fmc>> $mmc’s breath hitched as she straddled him, her wetness already slick against the head of his cock. She rolled her hips teasingly, grinding against him, [[her hands resting on his chest.|3]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> <<mmc>> Fuck, you’re soaked already... <</mmc>> <<fmc>> I’m so ready for this. Come on, babe... let’s level up together. <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/3.mp4"> </video> She sank down onto him slowly, both of them gasping at the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. $mmc groaned, gripping her hips tightly as she started to move, the sound of their bodies joining echoing through the ruins. <div class="system-message quest"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 35% → 60% </div> $fmc moaned, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. <<fmc>> Oh my god... yes... yes... <</fmc>> $mmc’s fingers dug into her skin, matching her rhythm, his breath ragged as he fought to hold back. <<mmc>> Fuck... you feel so good... <</mmc>> <div class="system-message quest"> Quest Progress: 60% → 80% </div> The system glowed brighter, the words pulsing faster, matching the tempo of their desperate thrusts. $fmc leaned forward, kissing him deeply, her moans muffled by his mouth as their bodies rocked together. <<fmc>> Don’t stop... I’m so close... <</fmc>> $mmc’s grip tightened, his hips driving up into her, both of them teetering on the edge. <<mmc>> Let’s finish it together... <</mmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/4.mp4"> </video> With a final, shuddering cry, $fmc’s body convulsed, her climax crashing over her in waves. $mmc groaned, his release following seconds later on $fmc's ass, their bodies trembling in the aftermath. <div class="system-message quest"> Quest Completed: “Indulge in Intimacy – Achieve climax together.” 🎁 Rewards: +2 Attractiveness, +1 Charm, +1 Endurance. Unlock: “Sensual Awareness” ability. </div> The glowing system faded, leaving them breathless, tangled in each other’s arms. <<fmc>> Did we really just... level up from having sex? <</fmc>> $mmc grinned, stroking her hair gently, his heart still racing. <<mmc>> Guess we did... and honestly,[[I’m not complaining.|4]] <</mmc>> </div>

<<audio "bgm_dark" fadeoverto 7 0>> <<timed 7s>> <<audio "bgm_dark" stop>> <</timed>> <div class="system-box"> $fmc lay sprawled on the sand, chest heaving, the salty air brushing over her flushed skin. A soft glow shimmered around her, a faint warmth lingering under her skin like a pleasant buzz. She glanced at $mmc, eyes wide as realization dawned on both of them. <<fmc>> Wait... is it just me, or do you feel... different? <</fmc>> $mmc sat up, running a hand down his chest, his brows furrowing in disbelief. His skin felt slightly firmer, like a subtle tightness that wasn’t there before. His jawline looked a touch sharper, more defined. <<mmc>> No way... is this real? My muscles feel... tighter. And your... your lips... they look fuller. <</mmc>> $fmc’s hands flew to her lips. They did feel softer, a little more plump, with a subtle sheen that hadn’t been there before. Her reflection on his sunglasses revealed a faint, almost imperceptible glow in her eyes, and a light shimmer across her skin. <<fmc>> Oh my God... it’s actually happening. We’re... leveling up? <</fmc>> They exchanged a look, hearts pounding. The disbelief, the curiosity, the rush of adrenaline—everything hit at once. <<mmc>> Okay, okay... we have to try again, right? Maybe there’s another quest. Something else we can trigger. <</mmc>> They both scrambled to their feet, scanning the beach, searching for any new system prompts. Minutes passed. The ocean waves lapped at their feet, but no glowing messages appeared, no new quests announced. $fmc frowned, glancing at $mmc, the excitement fading into a mix of frustration and intrigue. <<fmc>> Nothing... It’s like... the system’s gone silent. <</fmc>> $mmc sighed, ruffling his hair. <<mmc>> Maybe it only triggers at certain times. Or maybe... we have to wait. <</mmc>> The realization that they couldn’t force it sank in. They shared a sheepish laugh, the weight of what just happened hanging in the air. With the sun dipping lower in the sky, they decided to head back to their hotel, the glow from their earlier encounter still buzzing under their skin. As they walked back, hand in hand, both of them couldn’t help but steal glances at each other—at the subtle changes, the tiny upgrades. The system had changed them. [[And they were hungry for more.|5]]</div>

<<widget 'fmc' container>> <<say $fmc 'media/İntro/fmc.jpg'>>_contents<</say>> <</widget>> <<widget 'mmc' container>> <<say $mmc 'media/İntro/mmc.png'>>_contents<</say>> <</widget>>

<<set $fmc to "Alexa">> <<set $mmc to "Alex">> <<character 'woman' 'media/İntro/woman.png'>> <<character 'man' 'media/İntro/man.png'>> <<character 'masseurman' 'media/İntro/man.png'>> <<character 'masseurwoman' 'media/İntro/woman.png'>> <<character 'maid' 'media/İntro/woman.png'>> <<character 'marcus' 'media/İntro/marcus.png'>> <<character 'oliver' 'media/İntro/oliver.png'>> <<character 'mark' 'media/İntro/mark.png'>> <<character 'sophia' 'media/İntro/sophie.png'>> <<character 'emma' 'media/İntro/emma.png'>> <<character 'Hailey' 'media/İntro/Hailey.jpg'>> <<character 'aiden' 'media/İntro/aiden.png'>> <<character 'Marcus' 'media/İntro/marcus.png'>> <<character 'Oliver' 'media/İntro/oliver.png'>> <<character 'Mark' 'media/İntro/mark.png'>> <<character 'Sophia' 'media/İntro/sophie.png'>> <<character 'Emma' 'media/İntro/emma.png'>> <<character 'hailey' 'media/İntro/Hailey.jpg'>> <<character 'Aiden' 'media/İntro/aiden.png'>> <<set $message to false>> <<set $mesaj to 0>> <<set $player1 to false>> <<set _bathroomImg to "Bathroom.jpeg">> <<set $workdone to false>> <<set $walkdone to false>> <<set $workoutdone to false>> <<set $walkm to 0>> <<set $walkf to 0>> <<set $workm to 0>> <<set $workf to 0>> <<set $workoutf to 0>> <<set $workoutm to 0>> <<set $questm to 0>> <<set $questf to 0>> <<set $sleepf to 0>> <<set $sleepm to 0>> <<set $route to 0>> <<set $haileylove to 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres to 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect to 0>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect to 0>> <<set $MarcusProgres to 0>> <<cacheaudio "bgm_odnogo" "media/audio/odnogo.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "bgm_next" "media/audio/next.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "bgm_dark" "media/audio/darkaria.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "bgm_space" "media/audio/slava.mp3">> <<set $fmcs = { level: 1, hp: 100, maxHp: 100, mp: 30, maxMp: 30, xp: 0, xpToNext: 100, statPoints: 5, strength: 10, agility: 10, intelligence: 10, perception: 10, charm: 10 }>> <<set $mmcs = { level: 1, hp: 120, maxHp: 120, mp: 20, maxMp: 20, xp: 0, xpToNext: 100, statPoints: 5, strength: 10, agility: 10, intelligence: 10, perception: 10, charm: 10 }>> <<set $sesSeviyesi to 0.5>> <<set $timeBlocks = ["morning", "noon", "afternoon", "evening", "night"]>> <<set $daysOfWeek = ["Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday", "Sunday"]>> <<set $currentBlockIndex = 0>> <<set $currentDayIndex = 0>> <<set $currentBlock = $timeBlocks[$currentBlockIndex]>> <<set $currentDay = $daysOfWeek[$currentDayIndex]>> <<set $haileySchedule = { "Monday": { "morning": "Office", "noon": "Break Room", "afternoon": "GYM", "evening": "Park", "night": "Home" }, "Tuesday": { "morning": "Break Room", "noon": "Park", "afternoon": "Office", "evening": "Office", "night": "Home" }, "Wednesday": { "morning": "Break Room", "noon": "Office", "afternoon": "Office", "evening": "GYM", "night": "Home" }, "Thursday": { "morning": "Break Room", "noon": "GYM", "afternoon": "GYM", "evening": "Park", "night": "Home" }, "Friday": { "morning": "Office", "noon": "Break Room", "afternoon": "GYM", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" }, "Saturday": { "morning": "Home", "noon": "GYM", "afternoon": "Park", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" }, "Sunday": { "morning": "Home", "noon": "GYM", "afternoon": "Park", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" } }>> <<set $marcusSchedule = { "Monday": { "morning": "Bossofficef", "noon": "Bossofficef", "afternoon": "Bossofficef", "evening": "GYM", "night": "Home" }, "Tuesday": { "morning": "Bossofficef", "noon": "Bossofficef", "afternoon": "Bossofficef", "evening": "GYM", "night": "Home" }, "Wednesday": { "morning": "Bossofficef", "noon": "Bossofficef", "afternoon": "Bossofficef", "evening": "GYM", "night": "Home" }, "Thursday": { "morning": "Bossofficef", "noon": "Bossofficef", "afternoon": "Bossofficef", "evening": "GYM", "night": "Home" }, "Friday": { "morning": "Bossofficef", "noon": "Bossofficef", "afternoon": "Bossofficef", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" }, "Saturday": { "morning": "Home", "noon": "GYM", "afternoon": "Park", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" }, "Sunday": { "morning": "Home", "noon": "GYM", "afternoon": "Park", "evening": "Club", "night": "Club" } }>>

<<audio "bgm_next" volume 0 loop play>> <<audio "bgm_next" fadeoverto 7 $sesSeviyesi>> <div class="system-box"> Sunlight streamed through the gauzy curtains, casting golden patterns across the tangled sheets and the smooth curves of $fmc’s bare skin. A faint, salty breeze from the open window stirred the air, caressing her face and making the thin sheet slide down, exposing her softly rising chest. Her lashes fluttered, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips, the memory of last night’s passion lingering on her skin like a warm glow. As she lazily stretched, arching her back and letting out a content sigh, a soft shimmer suddenly filled the air above her. A glowing system prompt appeared, pulsing faintly in time with her heartbeat, as if the world itself was syncing to this strange, seductive rhythm. <div class="system-message"> 🌀 New Quest Available: “Spice It Up – Shower Together and Explore Each Other.” <br> 💦 Rewards: +3 Sensuality, +1 Stamina, +1 Endurance. <br> ⚠️ Bonus Objective: Achieve Climax Simultaneously – +1 Attractiveness, +1 Charm. </div> Her eyes widened, the sleepy haze evaporating as adrenaline surged through her. She sat up sharply, the sheet falling away completely, her naked form bathed in the golden morning light. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the hovering prompt, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the air—only to have her fingers pass through the glowing text. <<fmc>> Babe! Babe! Wake up! You won’t believe this! <</fmc>> Her voice jolted $mmc awake. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, the blanket slipping down his bare chest. <<mmc>> Huh? What... what’s going on? <</mmc>> Then he saw it. The system message, glowing brightly in the air. His eyes widened in disbelief, a slow grin spreading across his face. <<mmc>> No way... it wasn’t a one-time thing. It’s real. Holy shit, it’s really happening. <</mmc>> $fmc bounced on the bed with excitement, her hair messy, eyes sparkling. She giggled, reaching for his arm. <<fmc>> Let’s read the quest... together. Oh my god, it’s about... us. In the shower?! <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Well... I mean... we do need to shower, right? <</mmc>> He smirked, already feeling a tingle of anticipation course through his veins. $fmc bit her lip, glancing at the bathroom door like it was a portal to a new world. <<fmc>> We’re not seriously going to... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Oh, come on... you’re curious too. And... maybe we get stronger after. Remember what happened last time? <</mmc>> Her face flushed, remembering the changes they noticed after their last quest. <<fmc>> Okay... but... let’s do it slowly. Step by step... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Or... maybe we just jump right in. <</mmc>> $fmc let out a breathless laugh as $mmc scooped her up, bridal style, and carried her to the bathroom, their [[excitement buzzing in the air.|6]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> He slid his cock between her thighs, teasing her entrance as she braced herself against the tiled wall. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he began to thrust—slow at first, then deeper, harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the steamy room. <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/6.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> Ah... yes... don’t stop... <</fmc>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 0% → 30%... </div> Her moans were muffled by the sound of water cascading down, her back arching with each [[powerful thrust.|6.1]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> After a heated moment, $fmc dropped to her knees, looking up at $mmc with a lust-filled gaze. The water streamed down her face as she took him into her mouth, sucking him deeply, her tongue swirling around his tip while her hands stroked his shaft. <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/5.mp4"> </video> He groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair, gently guiding her head as she pleasured him, her lips making a wet, [[slick sound against his length.|6.2]] <<mmc>> Shit... you’re amazing... <</mmc>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 30% → 50%... </div></div>

<div class="system-box"> Unable to hold back any longer, $mmc helped her back to her feet, turning her around and bending her over slightly. His hands gripped her waist as he slid inside her again, this time faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the steamy shower as both of them neared their peak. <<fmc>> Don’t stop... I’m so close... <</fmc>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 50% → 80%... </div> <<mmc>> Let’s finish it together... <</mmc>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/7.mp4"> </video> With a final, desperate thrust, they both cried out, their bodies trembling as their orgasms ripped through them, water cascading over their spent, shaking forms. ✅ <div class="system-message"> Quest Completed: “Spice It Up – Shower Together and Explore Each Other.” <br>🎁 Rewards: +3 Sensuality, +1 Stamina, +1 Endurance. <br>✨ Bonus Objective Achieved: +1 Attractiveness, +1 Charm. </div> As they caught their breath, their hearts racing, $fmc blinked in shock as she noticed something... her skin seemed smoother, a subtle glow radiating from her cheeks. Her lips felt fuller, and her breasts... were they a bit perkier? She gasped softly, hands instinctively tracing over her body. <<fmc>> Wait... do you see this? I look... different. <</fmc>> $mmc, still panting, glanced down at his arms, flexing them. His muscles seemed slightly more defined, his jawline sharper, the tired bags under his eyes gone. He let out a low whistle. <<mmc>> Holy shit... it’s really happening. We’re... changing. <</mmc>> They stood there, dripping wet, staring at each other in awe—both exhilarated, a little scared, and already wondering... <<fmc>> Do you think... there’ll be another quest? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> I guess... we’ll have to wait and see. <</mmc>> They dried off, hearts still racing, minds swirling with the possibilities—wondering just how deep this [[rabbit hole would go.|7]] </div>

<div class="system-box">Still buzzing from their discovery, $fmc and $mmc quickly dried off, their eyes stealing glances at each other as they dressed. $fmc slipped into a flowy sundress, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, while $mmc threw on a casual button-down shirt and shorts, the fabric clinging to his still-damp skin. They exchanged shy, knowing smiles—both secretly admiring the subtle changes they’d noticed in each other. His sharper features, her glow, the way their bodies seemed more somehow. It was real. The system, the quests, the rewards... it was all real. As they made their way down to the hotel’s cozy breakfast lounge, the soft hum of morning chatter surrounded them. They found a small table by the window, the sunlight streaming in and warming their faces. The smell of fresh coffee, toasted bread, and salty sea air filled the space. $fmc stirred her coffee absentmindedly, her gaze drifting to $mmc’s hands. They looked... stronger. Veins more pronounced, fingers a little thicker, as if the night’s rewards had subtly reshaped him. She bit her lip. <<fmc>> So... do you think... if we keep doing this... we’ll get... stronger? Like, really stronger? <</fmc>> Her voice was soft, hopeful. The way she said it made $mmc’s chest tighten. $mmc leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. He grinned, that lazy, confident smile she adored, and reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. <<mmc>> I mean... if this system keeps giving us bonuses... imagine what we could become. We’d be unstoppable. <</mmc>> $fmc’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She sipped her coffee, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<fmc>> Unstoppable, huh? Like... super strong, super hot... like those fantasy characters in games... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Yeah... except we’re real. <</mmc>> His voice dropped, rough with a hint of desire, and $fmc felt her stomach flutter. The air between them crackled with possibility. She leaned in, her voice a soft whisper, her heart racing. <<fmc>> And... we could do anything... together. <</fmc>> Her words hung in the air like a promise. The thought of it—their bodies evolving, becoming stronger, more alluring with every quest... the thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine. <<mmc>> Anything. Together. <</mmc>> He gently squeezed her hand, and for a moment, the world around them faded. There was only the two of them—sitting in a sunlit café, dreaming about the future. A future that seemed impossibly bright, exciting, and... a little dangerous. They shared a quiet laugh, leaning in closer, their foreheads almost touching as they whispered about what might come next. Their voices were low, like kids sharing a secret, eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. <<fmc>> If the system sends another quest... we have to try it, right? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Oh, we will. We have to. <</mmc>> They sat there for a while, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, lost in each other, their minds [[racing with the possibilities.|8]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> After their leisurely breakfast, $fmc and $mmc returned to their room, still buzzing from the morning’s conversation. They sat side by side on the bed, occasionally glancing up at the ceiling as if waiting for another glowing prompt to appear. But the system stayed silent. Minutes ticked by. Then an hour. Then two. $fmc let out a long sigh, flopping back onto the bed, her hair fanned out around her. <<fmc>> Ugh... is this it? Are we just supposed to sit here all day, waiting? <</fmc>> $mmc ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the system’s faint, dormant glow in the air. It didn’t even flicker. <<mmc>> I mean... I thought there’d be more. After last night, I figured we’d be getting quests non-stop. <</mmc>> $fmc propped herself up on her elbows, her brow furrowed, an almost pouty expression on her face. <<fmc>> This is our honeymoon, you know? We can’t just sit here... staring at each other... waiting for the system to throw us a bone. <</fmc>> $mmc smirked, leaning in slightly. <<mmc>> Well... I wouldn’t mind staring at you all day... <</mmc>> $fmc threw a pillow at him, laughing. <<fmc>> Oh, stop! You know what I mean. Let’s do something! <</fmc>> She sat up, excitement creeping back into her voice as she glanced toward the window, the view of the lush green hills and the distant ocean sparkling under the midday sun. <<fmc>> Let’s go out. There was that hiking trail the guide mentioned, right? <</fmc>> $mmc’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. <<mmc>> Hiking? On our honeymoon? <</mmc>> $fmc grinned, already grabbing her shoes and tying her hair back into a messy ponytail. <<fmc>> Well... maybe a little adventure will trigger something, don’t you think? <</fmc>> $mmc watched her, his heart swelling with affection—and a little bit of lust, watching how her dress clung to her figure, her skin glowing with a subtle, almost magical radiance. <<mmc>> Alright, alright. Let’s go hiking. Who knows... maybe the system’s waiting for us to earn the next quest. <</mmc>> They packed a small backpack with water, sunscreen, and snacks, then headed out, the salty breeze tangling in their hair as they made their way through the resort, down a narrow path that led toward the island’s nature trails. As they walked, they chatted, laughed, and occasionally teased each other—both secretly hoping that with every step, every new path they took, the system would awaken again. [[But for now... it stayed silent.|9]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> The trail was quiet, the sound of rustling leaves and distant waves filling the air. Birds chirped overhead, and the warm sunlight dappled the ground through the canopy above. $fmc glanced around, stretching her arms as she admired the beauty of the island. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp air. The world felt alive, almost humming with energy. Just as she was about to call out to $mmc, he stopped in his tracks, patting his pockets. <<mmc>> Shit... I left my phone in the room. <</mmc>> $fmc frowned, tilting her head. <<fmc>> Forget it. We don’t need it right now. <</fmc>> $mmc shook his head, already turning back toward the resort path. <<mmc>> It has the resort map, just in case. I’ll be quick—wait here for me, alright? <</mmc>> $fmc sighed, crossing her arms. <<fmc>> Okay, fine. But don’t take too long... <</fmc>> He shot her a wink before jogging down the trail, his figure disappearing around a bend, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance. Alone now, $fmc let out a soft sigh, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. The forest felt a little too quiet without him. She wandered a few steps off the path, glancing up at the thick canopy above, when suddenly— A shimmer of light appeared before her, pulsing softly in the air. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the glowing letters: <div class="system-message"> 📝 New Optional Quest: “Nature’s Embrace – Remove all clothing and remain nude in the forest for 5 minutes.” <br> ⏳ Time Limit to Accept: 5 Minutes </div> Her heart raced, a flush creeping across her cheeks. <<fmc>> Oh my God... <</fmc>> Her fingers hovered over the prompt, trembling. The excitement of seeing the system again lit her up inside—but the task... it was insane. She glanced down the trail where $mmc had gone. He’d be gone at least ten minutes, maybe longer. If she waited, this quest would expire. And with it, the potential rewards... Her mind whirled. Was she really considering this? Her body seemed to thrum with anticipation, a strange heat pooling low in her belly. <<fmc>> No way... I can’t... can I? <</fmc>> The system pulsed again, more insistently, as if daring her to accept. Her pulse raced. Her hands trembled. She bit her lip, torn between logic and desire. Then, with a deep breath, her fingers moved— <div class="system-message"> ✅ Quest Accepted: “Nature’s Embrace – Remove all clothing and remain nude in the forest for 5 minutes.” </div> $fmc’s heart pounded in her ears as she reached for the hem of her sundress, her cheeks burning with [[a mix of fear and... anticipation.|10]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> Her pulse was racing in her ears as she glanced around, her heart thudding against her ribs. <<fmc>> Okay... here goes nothing... <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/9.mp4"> </video> Her fingers trembled as they grasped the hem of her sundress. Slowly, she lifted it over her head, the fabric sliding up her body, leaving her skin tingling in the cool forest air. The warmth of the sun kissed her bare skin, and a strange shiver ran down her spine as she placed the dress neatly on a nearby rock. Her sandals came off next, the earth feeling rough and real beneath her feet. Then, with a deep breath, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away and revealing her breasts to the open air. Her nipples tightened instantly, the sensation of being completely exposed in the middle of the forest sending a delicious, terrifying thrill through her. Lastly, she slid down her panties, stepping out of them carefully, her bare skin glowing in the dappled sunlight. Her breath caught as she stood there, completely naked in the middle of the trail, every sound of the forest magnified in her ears—the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a bird, the gentle sigh of the wind. She felt vulnerable. Exposed. And yet... a strange, forbidden excitement coursed through her veins. The system pulsed once more: <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 10%... </div> $fmc hugged herself instinctively, glancing down the trail, half-expecting someone to appear. Minutes seemed to stretch endlessly. Every second, her heart raced faster. Then— A sudden sound. Footsteps. Her eyes widened as she spun around— A man in a sunhat appeared down the trail, not twenty meters away, casually strolling along the path, completely oblivious—yet getting closer. Panic surged through her. <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/10.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> Oh no... no, no, no... <</fmc>> She darted for her dress, hands trembling as she grabbed it. But before she could pull it over her head— <div class="system-message"> ❌ Quest Cancellation Warning: 10... 9... 8... </div> Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the countdown, her hands frozen in place, torn between covering herself and... The system pulsed with urgency. <<fmc>> Shit...! <</fmc>> With a gasp, she let the dress drop and quickly yanked her hands away, standing there fully exposed once again, her cheeks blazing red, her heart hammering in her chest. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 60%... </div> She swallowed, the system’s reminders keeping her rooted in place. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 70%... </div> Her breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly. Every rustle of leaves sent a jolt through her. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 80%... </div> And then... A shadow shifted. Her eyes snapped up— A man was walking toward her. Her stomach dropped, her breath caught in her throat as panic set in. He was maybe thirty meters away, partially hidden by the trees, [[but definitely moving closer.|11]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> The man appeared on the trail, pausing as he noticed $fmc standing there—naked, vulnerable, and completely exposed. His eyes widened, but his expression remained calm, almost curious. <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/11.mp4"> </video> <<man>> May I... watch for a moment? <</man>> Her breath caught in her throat, panic flooding her as she scrambled for her dress, trying to cover herself. But just as her fingers grasped the fabric— <div class="system-message"> ❌ Quest Cancellation Warning: 5... 4... </div> The system's pulse flashed urgently in front of her. Her hands froze. Her body trembled. The man wasn't moving closer, just standing there, watching with a subtle smile. Heart racing, $fmc slowly let the fabric slip from her hands, cheeks flushed, her body trembling as she remained exposed. The man took a slow step back, respecting her space as if waiting for permission. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Progress: 90%... </div> A soft breeze swept over her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Taking a calming breath, she relaxed her posture. The man tilted his head slightly. <<man>> You’re... beautiful. Would you mind if I just stand here and admire the view? <</man>> Her heart pounded wildly. Every nerve in her body was on fire—half from the thrill of the system’s countdown, half from the strange heat pooling low in her belly. <div class="system-message"> ❗ New Status Detected: A stranger expresses interest in the female player. </div> The man took another slow step forward, hesitating, giving her a chance to object. But $fmc, cheeks burning, remained frozen, her breaths shallow, caught between fear, excitement, and the bizarre system that seemed to encourage her. The man reached out, lightly brushing the back of his fingers over her bare shoulder, then tracing down the curve of her arm. <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/12.mp4"> </video> Her skin erupted in goosebumps at the gentle contact, her breath hitching audibly. He hesitated once more, looking for her reaction, then, seeing no objection, he slowly, carefully let his hand glide over the soft swell of her breast, then down her side to the curve of her hip. Man didnt see any objection and start to play $fmc's tits and ass. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling with a mix of panic and a strange, overwhelming sensation she couldn't explain. <div class="system-message"> ✅ Quest Completed: “Bare It All – Embrace Vulnerability in Nature.” 🎁 Rewards: +2 Sensuality, +1 Confidence, +1 Endurance. ✨ Bonus Objective Achieved: Stranger’s interest received. </div> The system message pulsed, breaking the tension. $fmc let out a sharp breath, quickly stepping back and holding her hands up, signaling for the man to stop. <<fmc>> Okay... that's enough. <</fmc>> The man nodded respectfully, a faint smirk on his lips, and slowly turned away, disappearing back down the trail. Breathless, shaking, $fmc hurriedly reached for her clothes, tugging them on in frantic motions. Her heart was pounding, her body buzzing, her mind reeling. <<fmc>> What the hell just happened...? <</fmc>> [[At this moment|12]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> At that moment, $mmc walked into their hotel room, surprised to see a young woman tidying up the space. She had her back to him, humming softly to herself, her curves accentuated by the snug uniform of the hotel staff. He blinked in surprise, unsure who she was. <<mmc>> Uh... excuse me? <</mmc>> The woman straightened, turning slightly with a polite smile, her ponytail swishing. <<maid>> Oh! Sorry, sir. I’m just finishing up the room service cleaning. I’ll be done in a moment. <</maid>> $mmc nodded awkwardly, glancing around the room as he made his way toward the nightstand. His phone sat there, exactly where he’d left it. Just as he reached for it, a soft ding echoed in the air. A glowing system prompt appeared before him, pulsing faintly with a golden hue: <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ New Quest Available: “Playful Tap – Deliver a light smack to the hotel staff’s backside.” 🎯 Objective: Give her a playful tap. ⏳ Time Remaining to Accept: 04:59... </div> His eyes widened as he read the words, a flush rising to his cheeks. His gaze shifted back to the woman, who bent forward to fluff the pillows on the bed, the fabric of her skirt stretching tightly across her shapely backside. <<mmc>> No way... this can’t be serious. <</mmc>> The timer ticked down on the quest,[[each second a gentle pulse in the air.|13]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> $mmc stared at the system prompt hovering in the air, his heart racing. <<mmc>> Shit... what the hell am I supposed to do? <</mmc>> He glanced toward the door, hoping $fmc might magically appear and save him from this insane situation, but the room remained silent except for the faint sound of the maid’s humming. The timer on the quest ticked down: 04:12… 04:11… His palms felt sweaty, and panic swirled in his gut. <<mmc>> Damn it... if I don’t accept it now, it’ll be gone. What if it’s important? <</mmc>> With a deep breath, he clenched his jaw and, almost without thinking, reached out and tapped the glowing Accept button hovering in front of him. The system chimed softly, acknowledging his choice. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Quest Accepted: “Playful Tap – Deliver a light smack to the hotel staff’s backside.” </div> Heart pounding in his ears, $mmc approached the woman, who was wiping down the small table near the window. Her skirt hugged her curves tightly, the fabric rising slightly as she leaned over. He swallowed hard, took one more step, and with a shaky hand, delivered a sharp smack to her backside. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/8.mp4"> </video> SMACK! The sound echoed louder than he expected. The woman gasped, straightening in surprise. <<maid>> What is that for?! <</maid>> She turned toward him, wide-eyed at first, but when she saw the mortified look on his face, she burst into a soft, teasing giggle. <<maid>> Oh my God, you’re so cheeky! <</maid>> As $mmc stood frozen, a ding echoed through the room, followed by another. <div class="system-message"> ✨ Stranger Female is interested in Male Player. </div> <div class="system-message"> ✅ Quest Completed: “Playful Tap – Deliver a light smack to the hotel staff’s backside.” 🎁 Rewards: +1 Boldness, +1 Charm. </div> His eyes widened at the messages, his brain struggling to process the surreal situation. <<mmc>> What... the hell... is happening? <</mmc>> The woman simply smiled, humming to herself as she resumed her cleaning. $mmc, cheeks flushed and heart racing, mumbled an awkward apology, quickly snatched his phone, and hurried toward the door. <<mmc>> Sorry... uh... have a good day! <</mmc>> He left the room in a rush, heart pounding as he made his way back toward $fmc, wondering if he should even tell [[her what just happened.|14]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> As $mmc hurried down the path, phone clutched in his hand, he spotted $fmc sitting on a mossy log, lost in thought. Her eyes were distant, cheeks flushed, fingers absently tracing patterns on her thigh. He slowed his steps, taking in the sight of her, a knot forming in his stomach. <<mmc>> Hey... something on your mind? <</mmc>> $fmc startled, her gaze snapping up to meet his. For a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other—something unspoken passing between them, heavy and electric. <<fmc>> I... I need to tell you something. <</fmc>> A nervous laugh escaped her lips, but it faded quickly. $mmc’s expression softened. <<mmc>> Me too... <</mmc>> They both spoke at once, their voices tumbling over each other in a flood of confessions. <<fmc>> The system gave me a quest while you were gone... it was... weird. I... I had to stand naked in the forest for five minutes. <</fmc>> Her voice trembled, her eyes darting to the ground. $mmc’s breath hitched, his own guilt rushing forward. <<mmc>> I... I had a quest too. When I went back to get my phone... I... I had to slap the maid’s... uh... butt. <</mmc>> They fell silent, each watching the other for a reaction. The air was thick with a mix of embarrassment, guilt, and lingering arousal. But before either could speak again, a sudden ding echoed in the air. <div class="system-message"> 🎖️ **Bonus Reward Unlocked: Truthful Hearts – Honesty Recognized.** <br>🎁 Reward: **1x Temporary Body Swap Elixir.** <br>✨ Effect: Allows the user to temporarily alter their body shape to any desired form for 1 hour. <br>⏳ Use within: 24 hours </div> A small, glowing vial materialized in midair, slowly drifting down between them until it hovered, twinkling, within arm’s reach. Both $fmc and $mmc stared at it in stunned silence, mouths slightly agape. <<fmc>> Did we just... get rewarded... for being honest? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Apparently... yeah. <</mmc>> Their eyes met, the tension melting away into a wave of quiet relief. Without thinking, $mmc pulled her into a tight embrace, and she melted into his arms, their bodies pressing close in the stillness of the forest. <<fmc>> I love you, you know that, right? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> I love you too. No matter how weird this gets. <</mmc>> They stood there for a long moment, holding each other, the elixir pulsing softly in the space between them like a small, glowing promise of the [[strange adventure they were now a part of.|15]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> Back at the hotel room, $fmc and $mmc sat quietly on the bed, holding each other close. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, both of them lost in thought, the weight of the day’s surreal events settling in. After a while, $fmc shifted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. <<fmc>> So… what do we do with this thing? <</fmc>> Her fingers gently brushed against the glowing elixir now resting on the nightstand. It pulsed with a soft, almost hypnotic light, the liquid inside shimmering like liquid magic. $mmc sighed, running a hand through his hair, eyes fixed on the bottle. <<mmc>> It feels... too crazy, right? Like—what if it actually works? What if it changes us in ways we can't even imagine? <</mmc>> $fmc looked at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips despite the nervous tension. <<fmc>> You’re telling me you don’t want to see me in a completely different body for a day? Come on, admit it… you’re curious. <</fmc>> $mmc’s cheeks flushed, and he let out a soft chuckle. <<mmc>> Okay, maybe a little... but also, who gets to choose? I mean, if one of us drinks it, the other gets to decide what they become. That’s… a lot of power. <</mmc>> $fmc leaned back, eyes sparkling with mischief. <<fmc>> Exactly. Imagine the possibilities... You could be a gorgeous model, a shy schoolgirl, a ripped athlete, or... even someone completely different. And the other one gets to watch it all happen. <</fmc>> They both sat in stunned silence, the air thick with excitement and tension. <<mmc>> So... who’s drinking it? And who’s picking the form? <</mmc>> $fmc bit her lip, eyes glancing between the elixir and $mmc. <<fmc>> If we’re doing this… one of us gets the wildest transformation ever, and the other gets to see their fantasy come to life. Win-win... if it works. <</fmc>> They locked eyes, the unspoken thrill of the unknown [[dancing between them.|16]]</div>

<<audio "bgm_next" fadeoverto 7 0>> <<timed 7s>> <<audio "bgm_next" stop>> <</timed>> <div class="system-box"> $fmc’s fingers tapped thoughtfully on the nightstand, eyes locked onto the swirling liquid inside the vial. <<fmc>> Okay... hear me out. What if we make this fun? Something we’ll remember forever. <</fmc>> $mmc tilted his head, a curious smile tugging at his lips. <<mmc>> Fun? Like... what exactly do you have in mind? <</mmc>> $fmc’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer. <<fmc>> We’ve always talked about how much we love watching basketball together, right? Courtside games, highlight reels, those crazy dunks... <</fmc>> $mmc’s eyes widened in realization, a slow grin spreading across his face. <<mmc>> Wait—are you saying... you want me to become a basketball player? <</mmc>> $fmc nodded eagerly, her voice dropping into an excited whisper. <<fmc>> Think about it, babe. LeBron James, Giannis Antetokounmpo, Luka Dončić, Stephen Curry... or—oh, what about Devin Booker? <</fmc>> She giggled, her cheeks flushing as the possibilities raced through her mind. <<fmc>> You, in that body, just... towering over me, muscles everywhere, hands so big they can palm a basketball like it’s nothing... Damn, that’d be so hot. <</fmc>> $mmc raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. <<mmc>> Wow, you’ve thought about this more than I realized. <</mmc>> $fmc playfully swatted at his arm, laughing. <<fmc>> Come on! Just imagine it. A real NBA player in our hotel room. For one day. <</fmc>> $mmc rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks warm with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. <<mmc>> Okay, okay. So... which one do I get to become, coach? <</mmc>> $fmc’s eyes gleamed as she weighed the options, her lips pursed in thought. <<fmc>> Hmmm... Luka’s got that boyish charm, Curry’s got the shooting... but Giannis? He’s just... massive. That body... those shoulders... <</fmc>> She trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes. $mmc chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. <<mmc>> Alright, alright! Giannis it is. Let’s see what this crazy thing can do... <</mmc>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️**Warning*** BACKGROUND MUSİC İNCOMİNG!!! Prepare for an immersive experience. Adjust volume if necessary. **Warning***⚠️⚠️⚠️</div> [[He reached for the vial, its soft glow reflecting in both their wide eyes.|17]]</div>

<<audio "bgm_space" volume 0 loop play>> <<audio "bgm_space" fadeoverto 7 $sesSeviyesi>> <div class="system-box"> <<timed 1s>> $mmc held the vial between his fingers, the liquid inside shimmering like liquid gold. He took a deep breath, locking eyes with $fmc. <<mmc>> Here goes nothing... <</mmc>> Without hesitation, he tipped the vial back, the liquid vanishing down his throat in one smooth gulp. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— <</timed>> <<timed 3s>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ *Transformation Protocol Initiated.* </div> <div class="system-message"> ⚙️ *Analyzing subject: Male Player...* </div><</timed>> <<timed 4s>><div class="system-message"> 🔍 *Processing genetic blueprint: Giannis Antetokounmpo.* </div><</timed>> <<timed 5s>><div class="system-message"> ⏳ *Physical recalibration in progress...* </div><</timed>> <<timed 6s>>$mmc’s eyes fluttered shut as a sudden wave of heat surged through him. His breathing hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly. <<fmc>> Babe? Are you okay?! <</fmc>> She reached out, but as her fingertips grazed his arm, she recoiled—his skin felt hot, like it was burning from the inside out. $mmc’s muscles twitched, and his body arched off the bed as if an invisible force was pulling him apart and stitching him back together. <</timed>> <<timed 7s>><div class="system-message"> 🔥 *Muscle density increasing... +25%... +40%... +75%...* </div> <</timed>> <<timed 8s>><div class="system-message"> 🦴 *Skeletal frame expansion... +12 inches height...* </div> <</timed>> <<timed 9s>><div class="system-message"> 💪 *Hand size recalibration... +22%...* </div> <</timed>> <<timed 10s>><div class="system-message"> ⚠️ *Warning: Subject entering altered state. Conscious control temporarily disabled.* </div> <</timed>> <<timed 11s>><<fmc>> Oh my God, what’s happening?! <</fmc>> She stumbled back, her eyes wide as she watched $mmc’s body stretch and reshape. His limbs elongated, muscles thickening and bulging beneath his skin. Veins popped along his arms, his chest broadening, shoulders expanding into a hulking frame. <</timed>> <<timed 12s>><div class="system-message"> ✔️ *Transformation 75% complete...* </div> <div class="system-message"> ✔️ *Transformation 90% complete...* </div><</timed>> <<timed 13s>><div class="system-message"> ✔️ *Transformation 100% complete.* </div><</timed>> <<timed 14s>><div class="system-message"> 🏀 *Male Player has successfully assumed the form of Giannis Antetokounmpo.* </div><</timed>> <<timed 15s>>With a final gasp, $mmc collapsed forward, his new, massive form casting a shadow over the bed. <<fmc>> ...Oh. My. God. <</fmc>> She covered her mouth, staring at the towering figure in disbelief. His uniform, stretched to its limits, strained over thick muscles. Even his hands looked different—larger, rougher, more powerful. <<fmc>> Is... is that really you...? <</fmc>> [[Her voice trembled, torn between awe and a hint of fear.|18]] <</timed>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> $mmc slowly stirred, his eyelids heavy as if they were weighed down by lead. His body felt different—heavier, powerful. As he opened his eyes, he saw $fmc standing a few steps away, her expression a mix of awe, shock, and nervous excitement. <<mmc>> Hey... hey, it’s me. <</mmc>> His voice came out deeper, richer, resonating in a way that startled even him. <<fmc>> Y-you... you look... <</fmc>> She trailed off, biting her lip as her eyes darted over his new, massive frame, the broad shoulders, the chiseled chest, the hands that looked like they could palm a basketball with ease. He stood up, towering over her, the room suddenly feeling smaller around him. Carefully, he stepped forward, reaching out with those giant hands. <<mmc>> Hey... it’s okay. It’s still me. <</mmc>> He gently cupped her cheek, his touch warm and surprisingly tender for such a hulking figure. She leaned into it slightly, a nervous laugh bubbling from her lips. Just as she was starting to relax— <div class="system-message"> ⏰ *Remaining Time: 60:00... 59:59...* </div> <<fmc>> Oh my God, it’s counting down! <</fmc>> [[Her eyes flicked from the glowing system prompt to him, heart racing.|19]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> As the seconds ticked down on the system timer, $mmc gently reached out, placing a large, steady hand on $fmc's trembling shoulder. His voice was calm, but the unfamiliar deep timbre sent shivers down her spine. <<mmc>> Hey... it’s okay. I’m still me, alright? Just a little... taller. <</mmc>> $fmc’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as they flicked up and down, taking in the towering frame of the man before her—the broad shoulders, the chiseled jawline, the sheer presence that radiated off him in waves. Her heart raced, a cocktail of awe, disbelief, and something far more primal building inside. <<fmc>> I... I can’t believe it... you’re really him. You look exactly like... <</fmc>> Her voice trailed off, cheeks flushing bright red. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, biting her lip nervously. The reality of the situation was crashing down hard. Here she was, sitting in front of a man who looked exactly like her ultimate fantasy—her all-time favorite NBA star. The sheer absurdity of it all had her head spinning. <<fmc>> W-what do we do now...? I mean... this is so crazy... if we... you know... do it like this... does it count as cheating? <</fmc>> Her voice dropped to a shy whisper, eyes darting away, but the blush creeping down her neck betrayed the heat pooling inside her. $mmc, still adjusting to his transformed body, blinked in surprise, his mind reeling. For a moment, he hesitated, the sheer weight of the moment making him pause. But then, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. The same mischief that sparked when they first met in high school glimmered in his eyes. <<mmc>> Well... technically, it’s still me. Just... in someone else’s body. So... is it cheating... or is it just... an experiment? <</mmc>> He reached out slowly, fingers brushing $fmc’s cheek with a light touch, almost as if testing whether she’d pull away. The air between them was thick, electric, crackling with anticipation. The system message pulsed in the background, counting down the time left. <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:58:45 </div> $fmc’s breath hitched again, her thighs instinctively pressing together as her imagination spiraled into the possibilities. Her eyes flicked back to $mmc—no, the man who looked like her fantasy—and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. She whispered, almost too quietly to hear: <<fmc>> I... I don’t know if I can resist... <</fmc>> The system message glowed faintly, [[the timer ticking down steadily.|20]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> His breath was warm against her skin, teasing, as his lips trailed lower, grazing over the delicate curve of her collarbone. His hands—massive now, rougher somehow, yet still so careful—traced her sides, fingertips gliding along the soft swell of her waist. She arched into his touch, her body responding before her mind could catch up. <<fmc>> Oh... God... <</fmc>> Her voice was barely a whisper, swallowed by the heat pulsing between them. $mmc’s lips hovered just above hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath, the way it mingled with hers in the narrow space between them. His eyes, darker now, heavy-lidded and filled with a raw, smoldering hunger, bore into hers. <<mmc>> Tell me if you want me to stop... <</mmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/13.mp4"> </video> But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Her hands slid down his chest, trembling slightly, feeling the hardness of him beneath her palms—the way his body seemed impossibly firm, the faint sheen of sweat making his skin glisten under the dim hotel lights. Her fingers brushed over the waistband of his shorts again, the fabric stretched tight over the sheer size of him. She swallowed hard, a shiver running through her, half anticipation, half disbelief. <<fmc>> I... I can’t believe how big you are... <</fmc>> The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. $mmc chuckled, the sound low and rough, vibrating against her chest. <<mmc>> You did say you wanted to meet an NBA star... <</mmc>> His teasing made her breath hitch, and when he hooked his thumbs under the band of her shorts, slowly dragging them down over her hips, she let out a soft, shuddering gasp. The timer ticked down in the background, barely noticed: <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:48:43 </div> Her body felt like it was on fire—every nerve ending lit up, every inch of skin hypersensitive to his touch. He kissed her stomach, then lower, his breath hot against the inside of her thighs. <<fmc>> Oh my God... please... <</fmc>> Her voice cracked, a desperate, breathless plea as her fingers tangled in the sheets. $mmc’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her as he kissed lower still, tasting her, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue that made her back arch off the bed. <<fmc>> Oh—oh God, yes... yes... <</fmc>> Her cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered, as her body trembled under the onslaught of pleasure. She was utterly lost in the sensation, the world blurring at the edges, the timer’s glow the only thing grounding her: <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:47:30 </div> $mmc’s deep voice rumbled against her skin: <<mmc>> You’re so beautiful... so perfect... <</mmc>> And then he was kissing her again, his mouth hungry on hers, hands roaming her body, every touch sending sparks racing through her. Their breaths mingled, bodies pressed close, the weight of him heavy and reassuring above her, as they lost themselves in each other—two hearts pounding in time, two bodies moving in perfect rhythm, the world outside forgotten, [[the timer ticking steadily on.|21]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> His body pressed her deeper into the mattress, the sheer weight of him making her feel small, protected, yet completely exposed. His lips traced a burning path from her collarbone down to her chest, leaving her breathless and trembling. <<fmc>> Oh... God... <</fmc>> Her moan was barely a whisper, but it sent a shiver through him, his own breath catching in his throat. His hands, strong and sure, cupped her breasts, thumbs circling over her hardened nipples, teasing them as his mouth followed, tongue flicking, lips sucking, each sensation sending lightning bolts straight to her core. <<mmc>> You taste... amazing... <</mmc>> His voice was hoarse, raw with desire. She bucked beneath him, a soft, needy cry escaping her lips as his mouth continued its exploration, trailing lower and lower, igniting every inch of her skin. <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:44:03 </div> The timer ticked down, but they were lost in each other now, the numbers forgotten as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. His hands slid to her thighs, spreading them gently, his eyes dark with hunger as he gazed up at her, his breath hot against her skin. <<fmc>> Oh my god... please... <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/14.mp4"> </video> Her voice was barely a breath, a trembling plea, and he gave her exactly what she wanted—his mouth finding her, tongue teasing, exploring, tasting, as she gasped and arched, her hands gripping the sheets, the pleasure building with every flick of his tongue, every soft suck. <<mmc>> I want you to fall apart for me... <</mmc>> His words were a promise, a command, and she could feel the knot inside her tightening, the pressure growing, pushing her higher and higher. Her legs trembled around him, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder, more desperate. And then— <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:42:15 </div> She shattered, a cry tearing from her lips as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body shaking as he held her, guiding her through it. He looked up at her, lips glistening, eyes dark with hunger, and she could barely breathe, barely think, the sight of him between her thighs, the feel of him on her, the aftershocks still pulsing through her... <<fmc>> You... you’re... <</fmc>> Her words caught in her throat, but her eyes said everything—raw need, overwhelming love, and a desperate, [[aching desire for more.|22]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> <<fmc>> I... I still can’t believe you did this for me... <</fmc>> Her voice trembled with awe, her fingers tracing the sculpted lines of his chest, the ridges of muscle that felt almost unreal under her touch. Her gaze lingered on his transformed body—his broad shoulders, the powerful arms, the way the tension coiled through every inch of him like a predator poised to strike. And then, lower... Her breath hitched, a flush rising across her cheeks as her eyes widened, and she bit her lip in nervous excitement. <<fmc>> I think... I should thank you properly. <</fmc>> Her voice was soft, teasing, her hands slipping lower, skimming across his abs, feeling the heat radiating from him. She knelt before him, her hands caressing his thighs as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his skin, tasting the salt and warmth of him. <<mmc>> Babe... you don’t have to— <</mmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/15.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> Shh... I want to. <</fmc>> Her voice was barely a whisper, her hands working to free him, revealing him fully. He was already hard—impossibly so—and the sight made her breath catch in her throat. <<fmc>> Wow... what a meal for me <</fmc>> She licked her lips instinctively, a delicious shiver running through her. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his sensitive skin, and as her lips parted, she began to lavish him with slow, deliberate kisses, letting her tongue swirl around him, savoring the taste, the way he twitched beneath her touch. İts too big for her but she didnt quit. <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:35:15 </div> The system’s subtle hum pulsed in the background, but all she could focus on was him—his quiet gasps, the way his hips tensed, the heat in his gaze as he watched her, completely spellbound. <<mmc>> Fuck... that feels... <</mmc>> His words broke off in a moan, his hand tangling in her hair, gently guiding her as she worked him over with a growing hunger, a fire building deep inside her. She was his reward—his prize—and she wanted to show him exactly how much [[she appreciated his sacrifice.|25]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> His breath hitched, his hips twitching in response as her tongue danced along his length, sending jolts of electricity through his body. But as the heat built, an overwhelming need surged within him—he wanted to take control. <<mmc>> Wait... baby... come here. <</mmc>> His voice was husky, rough with desire, and as she lifted her head, breathless and lips glistening, he cupped her face in his large hands, pulling her up for a deep, searing kiss. His mouth crashed onto hers, claiming, demanding, as if the taste of her alone could satisfy his hunger—but it wasn’t enough. Without breaking the kiss, he gently but firmly maneuvered her onto her back, his hands exploring every inch of her skin, tracing her curves, his fingers rough yet reverent. Her breath caught as he leaned over her, his body a heavy, delicious weight, the heat radiating between them like an inferno. <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:15:15 </div> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/16.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> I want you... I need to feel you, all of you... <</mmc>> His hands slid down, gripping her hips as he positioned himself, the air thick with tension. He paused, meeting her eyes, dark with unspoken questions and anticipation. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into her, stretching her, filling her completely. The sound she made—half gasp, half moan—was music to his ears, and he shuddered at the feeling of her wrapped around him, tight and hot and perfect. He began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm that made her arch beneath him, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her breath hitched with each movement. <<mmc>> God, you feel so good... so tight... <</mmc>> <<mmc>> Babe you are cumming non stop do you need a break. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Just let me get a taste again while cathing my breath. This is so unreal<</fmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/17.mp4"> </video> His voice was a low growl, his thrusts growing deeper, stronger, as if the world had narrowed down to the two of them, the shared heat and the sound of their bodies colliding again and again, each motion building to a [[crescendo of pleasure.|26]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/18.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> Lets cum together, Im cumming<</mmc>> <<fmc>> Ah ah yess yes ahh<</fmc>> After last push they finished together. As the timer continued its steady countdown, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sounds of their breaths mingling, the quiet rustle of sheets, and the shared heartbeat between them. <<fmc>> I... I didn’t think... it could feel like this. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Neither did I. But here we are... together. <</mmc>> He kissed her softly, brushing her hair back from her face, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. The system’s glow shimmered, the time ticking away steadily: <div class="system-message"> ⏳ Remaining Time: 00:05:45 </div> They lay together in the aftermath, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies warm and spent, yet hearts full and beating as one. They knew that soon the transformation would end, and reality would return—but for now, in this quiet, stolen moment, they were simply two souls, [[lost in each other’s embrace.|27]]</div>

→ Given the following (best done in the StoryInit special passage) <<cacheaudio "bgm_space" "media/audio/space_quest.mp3" "media/audio/space_quest.ogg">> ÖRNEK SAHNE MÜZİK GEÇİŞİ, ::SpaceScene <<audio "bgm_city" stop fadeout 2>> <<audio "bgm_space" play loop fadein 2>> You arrive at the dark depths of space... ::CityScene <<audio "bgm_space" stop fadeout 2>> <<audio "bgm_city" play loop fadein 2>> The city lights sparkle in the night... MÜZİK EKLEME <<cacheaudio "bgm_city" "media/audio/city_night.mp3">> "TIRNAK İÇİNDEKİ KOD MÜZİK İSMİ TANIMLAMADAN SONRA KODLARI KULLANARAK START STOP GİBİ İSTEDİĞİN YERDE ÇAL." ÖRNEK <<audio "bgm_city" play loop fadein 2>> EASYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY → Start playback <<audio "bgm_space" play>> → Start playback at 50% volume <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0.5 play>> → Start playback at 120 seconds in <<audio "bgm_space" time 120 play>> → Start repeating playback <<audio "bgm_space" loop play>> → Start playback and fade from 0% to 100% volume <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0 fadein>> → Start playback and fade from 75% to 0% volume <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0.75 fadeout>> → Start playback and fade from 25% to 75% volume <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0.25 fadeto 0.75>> → Start playback and fade from 25% to 75% volume over 30 seconds <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0.25 fadeoverto 30 0.75>> → Start playback and goto the "Peace Moon" passage upon ending normally <<audio "bgm_space" play goto "Peace Moon">> → Pause playback <<audio "bgm_space" pause>> → Stop playback <<audio "bgm_space" stop>> → Mute playback, without changing the current playback state <<audio "bgm_space" mute>> → Unmute playback, without changing the current playback state <<audio "bgm_space" unmute>> → Change the volume to 40%, without changing the current playback state <<audio "bgm_space" volume 0.40>> → Seek to 90 seconds in, without changing the current playback state <<audio "bgm_space" time 90>>

<div class="system-box"> <<audio "bgm_space" fadeoverto 7 0>> <<timed 7s>> <<audio "bgm_space" stop>> <</timed>> The golden morning light streamed through the curtains, warm and soft, caressing their tangled forms in bed. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of the city slowly stirring outside. <<fmc>> Mmm... <</fmc>> She stretched, her bare skin brushing against the sheets, a delicious shiver running down her spine as the memories of last night surged back—his strong hands gripping her, the sound of his voice rough with desire, the way he had completely claimed her. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and thrill. She turned her head to find him lying there, eyes half-lidded, watching her with a small, satisfied smirk. <<fmc>> Oh God... I can’t believe we did that... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> grinning Believe it, babe. You were incredible. <</mmc>> Her breath caught as he reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face, fingers lingering on her lips. <<mmc>> That... was one hell of a night. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> soft laugh, biting her lip I still feel... sore. Everywhere. <</fmc>> They lay in the quiet, tangled together, neither wanting to move. But eventually, the ticking of the clock reminded them—this was their last day here, and they had to make it count. <<mmc>> Shower? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Yeah... I think I need one after last night. <</fmc>> They stepped into the bathroom, the sound of water filling the space. As they soaped up, they exchanged glances, smiles, small brushes of skin... the heat rising once again, but this time, they held back—there was a whole day ahead. After getting dressed, they made their way down to the hotel’s breakfast buffet. The air was filled with the scent of coffee and fresh pastries. They sat across from each other, sharing bites of food and small touches under the table. <<fmc>> blushing, looking down at her plate I still can’t believe you... transformed. And that we... did all of that. It felt... so unreal. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> It was real, baby. Every second. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> in a small voice Do you think... we’ll get more quests like that? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> with a mischievous smile I hope so. I’m ready for round two... and three... and four... <</mmc>> They both laughed, the tension easing into playful warmth. The morning passed in a blur, the two of them lost in each other’s company. After breakfast, they wandered back to their room, hand in hand. The system had been silent all morning, no new prompts appearing. A quiet sense of anticipation hung between them, as if something was about to happen. <<fmc>> sighing, flopping onto the bed It’s our last day. We should... do something special. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Yeah... no way we’re just sitting around waiting for the system to buzz again. Let’s make it count. <</mmc>> They exchanged a look—one filled with excitement, a hint of nervousness, and the spark of curiosity that had been growing [[ever since this strange adventure began.|28]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<audio "bgm_dark" volume 0 loop play>> <<audio "bgm_dark" fadeoverto 7 $sesSeviyesi>> <<fmc>> You know... maybe we should pamper ourselves a bit. This is our last day, after all. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Pampering sounds good. A spa day, maybe? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Mmm... yes! Let’s call for a private couple’s massage in the room. I could use some tension relief... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> I’ll call the front desk. <</mmc>> He quickly dialed, booking a private in-room couple’s massage—one male and one female therapist. The anticipation of relaxing under their skilled hands made their skin tingle. As they sat down on the edge of the bed, [[waiting for the masseurs to arrive|29]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> The knock on the door signaled the arrival of the masseurs—one man and one woman, carrying oils and towels in their arms. They entered with warm, polite smiles. <div class="system-message"> 💡 Event Triggered: Couple Spa & Massage Session </div> <div class="system-message"> 🎯 Special Quest Generated: Naked Massage Experience<br> Objective: Enjoy a full-body massage without any coverings.<br> Bonus: Enhance sensitivity and unlock a hidden skill.<br> Accept within: 5 minutes </div> The notifications blinked into their view like the soft glow of a candle in the dimly lit room. The message lingered for a moment before fading slowly. <<fmc>> (laughing nervously) The system… it’s like it’s watching us. It knows we’re here to relax, and it’s giving us... this? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (raising an eyebrow, smirking) It’s definitely getting bold. But hey, it’s just a massage, right? <</mmc>> They exchanged a glance, the memory of the previous night still fresh, an undercurrent of excitement and tension swirling between them. The atmosphere shifted. <<fmc>> (teasing, her voice low) So... do we accept? I mean... it’s just... naked. No big deal, right? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (grinning, voice playful but husky) You’re the brave one here... but I say, let’s do it. Let’s see where this... adventure takes us. <</mmc>> With a shared breath, they both accepted the quest. <div class="system-message"> ✅ Quest Accepted: Naked Massage Experience<br> Prepare for the session. </div> Without a word, they began undressing, letting their robes slip away and leaving them in the soft glow of the room. They both draped towels across their shoulders as they sat on the massage tables—exposed, yet oddly exhilarated. When the masseurs returned, their professional demeanor faltered just for a moment, their eyes widening slightly at the sight before them. <<masseurman>>Would you like towels to cover your private areas?<</masseurman>> the masseuse asked, a faint blush rising in her cheeks. <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/19.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> (tilting her head, voice confident yet slightly breathless) No need... we’ll go... completely naked. That’s the experience we’re looking for. <</fmc>> She smiled softly, but her heart raced, and she caught a glimpse of her husband’s smirk as he turned to her. The masseurs exchanged a glance, a subtle but unmistakable flicker of surprise passing between them—[[but they said nothing.|30]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<fmc>> (whispering, a shiver running down her spine as the warm oil glides over her skin) Oh... this feels... so different... so intense... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (voice low, tinged with surprise and a hint of desire) Yeah... it’s like... they’re touching deeper than just skin... <</mmc>> <<masseurman>> (softly, his breath catching slightly as he kneads into $fmc’s back) Your body... it’s so... responsive... <</masseurman>> <<masseurwoman>> (smiling faintly, her fingers pausing for a split second on $mmc’s lower back) There’s... something about you... it’s like... energy... so warm... so strong... <</masseurwoman>> A sudden, undeniable heat filled the air. The soft scent of oils mixed with the subtle sounds of their breaths, bodies shifting under practiced hands, but something more was happening—an invisible current [[buzzing between them all.|31]] <div class="system-message"> 💫 System Notification: Sensual Energy Rising… 68%… 72%… </div> <div class="system-message"> 💓 Player Attraction Detected. Male and female masseurs' interest in players increasing... </div> <div class="system-message"> ✅ Quest Completed: Naked Massage Experience </div> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<fmc>> (whispering, voice hitching with a mix of nervousness and excitement) Are they... feeling it too? It’s like... they’re... watching us... more than just... working... <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/20.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> (grinning, barely suppressing a chuckle, but voice husky) They’re definitely feeling... something. Maybe it’s our energy from last night... or... the system’s influence... <</mmc>> The tension in the room thickened, palpable, as the masseurs’ touches became slower, lingering, almost reverent. The system had twisted the air into something charged, the players’ auras crackling with the residue of past experiences—an intoxicating force neither masseur could resist. <<masseurman>> (breath faltering, his hand hesitating on $fmc’s hip) This... this is... unlike anything I’ve felt... <</masseurman>> <<masseurwoman>> (eyes darkening slightly as she trails her fingers over $mmc’s shoulder) Your skin... it’s... almost magnetic... <</masseurwoman>> And then— <div class="system-message"> 🎯 Special Quest Generated: Heightened Release Objective: Achieve or induce climax within the massage session. Bonus: Unlock special aura enhancement skill. Accept within: 5 minutes </div> The players’ hearts pounded, the room filled with a heady mix of curiosity, temptation, and anticipation. [[The clock was ticking.|32]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<masseurwoman>> (her voice low and coaxing) Please, turn over so we can continue with the front massage. <</masseurwoman>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/21.mp4"> </video> <<masseurman>> (gently) Take your time... when you're ready, please turn. <</masseurman>> <<mmc>> (eyes darkening with anticipation, voice low) Well... looks like we’ve got a new quest. What do you say... should we accept? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (whispering back, her breath catching) Y-Yes... together. We’re in this... together. <</fmc>> The soft rustle of towels being adjusted signaled the next phase. A shared glance passed between $fmc and $mmc, unspoken questions and excitement dancing in their eyes. Their skin tingled, warmth spreading in every direction. <<fmc>> (whispering, heart pounding) I can’t believe this is happening… Do you think it’s okay if we... you know... ask them? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (voice low, a smirk tugging at his lips) Together, right? If we’re doing this together... it’s not cheating. It’s... an experience. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (whispering, biting her lip) Okay... I’ll ask... (blushing deeply, hesitant) Um... excuse me, could you... maybe... help my husband... finish? I mean, it’s just... part of the... massage? <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/22.mp4"> </video> The room seemed to freeze for a beat. The female masseuse’s eyes widened slightly, flickering to the male masseur, as if seeking confirmation or moral support. But then— The aura around the couple, the heat of their connection, the raw energy from the system's tasks—they felt it too. The tension was too thick to ignore. <<masseurwoman>> (surprised, her cheeks flushing slightly) I... I... well... if that’s what you want... (glancing quickly at the male masseur) <</masseurwoman>> <<masseurman>> (quietly, his voice husky) The energy in here... it’s overwhelming... (nodding to his colleague) We... can assist, [[if you’re both comfortable.|33]] <</masseurman>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<masseurwoman>> (whispering, her voice low and sultry) Just relax, let me take care of you… <</masseurwoman>> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/23.mp4"> </video> Her gaze darkened, and without waiting for further permission, she slowly peeled off her blouse, revealing a lacy bra, then slipped out of her skirt, leaving only her bra and panties. She leaned forward, her warm breath fanning over $mmc’s bare skin. Her hands, already slick with oil, glided slowly down his chest, tracing the contours of his abs before moving lower to his cock. The air grew heavier, charged with a palpable tension. <<masseurwoman>> (whispering, biting her lip) It’s... hard to resist when the energy in here is so intense… <</masseurwoman>> Sliding onto her knees between $mmc’s legs, she settled herself carefully, the heat of her body pressing into him as she began to stroke him with slow, deliberate motions. Her hands, soft and skilled, caressed him and slowly take his cock into her little mounth,building a rhythm that left $mmc gasping for breath. <<mmc>> (voice thick, strained with pleasure) F-fuck... this is... unreal... <</mmc>> <div class="system-message"> 💫 Sensual Energy Rising… 84%… 87%… </div> <div class="system-message"> 💓 Player Attraction Detected. Female masseur shows heightened interest in Male Player. </div> <<fmc>> (eyes wide, voice trembling) This is... I... what are we doing? She is giving blowjob to my husband... <</fmc>> Her voice was barely a whisper, but the tension in the room crackled like static. She turned to $mmc, her heart racing in her chest. <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Warning: Only one player receiving pleasure. Balance required. </div> <<fmc>> (whispering, blushing deeply) The system... it says we need balance... I... should I... <</fmc>> Her eyes darted toward the male masseur, cheeks flushed as she bit her lip in hesitation. <<mmc>> (whispering back, breathless but reassuring) Hey... it’s just a quest, right? If we’re together... it’s not... it’s not cheating, okay? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (swallowing nervously, voice soft) I... I guess... I mean... it’s... it’s for the system... for us... <</fmc>> She turned slowly, hesitating only a moment before speaking up, her voice small and shy. <<fmc>> (whispering, barely audible) Um... could you... maybe... help me too... You dont want to stay out right ? <</fmc>> <<masseurman>> (surprised, looking at the female masseur briefly, then back at $fmc, smirking ) Are you... sure? <</masseurman>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/24.mp4"> </video> The air shimmered, thick with energy, and the male masseur seemed to falter, as if the heat of the room was affecting him too. The system's influence seeped into the air, clouding judgment, [[stoking desires.|34]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<masseurwoman>> I cant take it anymore, please sir ı need you to return the favor <</masseurwoman>> Woman just jumped on the $mmc's face, and continued to suck his cock. While the massaur man didnt last long to take a action. He get up start fucking $fmc's mounth. <div class="system-message"> 💫 Sensual Energy is MAX</div> <div class="system-message"> 💓 Player Attraction Detected. masseur's shows heightened interest in Players. </div> <video width="825" controls autoplay muted> <source src="media/İntro/25.mp4"> </video> <<masseurman>> Sorry ma'am I dont know what happened to me but I can't stop myself.. <</masseurman>> <<fmc>> Gag slurp gag ahh <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (To himself) this is not looking good, its turned into fucking orgy. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Uh let me get confortable and lets finish this. <</fmc>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/26.mp4"> </video> $fmc position hersefl between the masseur legs and start sucking his cock to the orgasm. The female masseur followed her and start sucking $mmc's cock. <<masseurman>> YEs yess Im comingg please dont stopp <</masseurman>> <<masseurwoman>> Please sir give me your cum, I dont know what is happening but I feel soo good pleasee. <</masseurwoman>> <video width="825" controls muted> <source src="media/İntro/27.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> Im cumming to take it every thing... <</mmc>> The room remained still for a long, breathless moment after the masseurs had quietly gathered their belongings and shuffled out the door. There was a subtle, almost shy air to their movements—furtive glances exchanged between them, as if silently questioning how they had been swept up into such a wild, unplanned moment. <<masseurwoman>> (voice soft, hurried, head down) T-thank you again for visiting... Please... enjoy the rest of your stay. <</masseurwoman>> <<masseurman>> (awkward chuckle, clearly flustered) Yes... um... please let us know if you need anything else... <</masseurman>> With that, the door clicked shut behind them, leaving $fmc and $mmc alone in the quiet aftermath. The air seemed to pulse with the residual energy of what had just transpired—soft, heavy, almost electric. <<fmc>> (letting out a small, shaky laugh, her cheeks still flushed) Oh my god... I can’t believe... that just happened. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (looking at her, eyebrows raised, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth) That was... something else. <</mmc>> As the couple took a moment to steady their breathing, a familiar ding sounded in the air. The system interface materialized before their eyes, its sleek, glowing text hovering in the [[space between them.|35]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> The couple took a deep breath, the air still humming with the intensity of the massage session. As they sat there, catching their breath, the glowing system prompt reappeared before them, reminding them of the task that had been in play all along: <div class="system-message"> 🎯 Special Quest Completed: **Heightened Release** Objective: Achieve or induce climax within the massage session. Bonus Unlocked: **Aura Enhancement** – Your combined presence now generates passive, irresistible sexual tension in shared spaces. Rewards: - +200 XP - +10 Sensuality Boost - Passive Skill: **Arousal Aura** </div> <div class="system-message"> 💓 Player Attraction Levels Reset. Masseurs no longer affected. </div> <<fmc>> (blinking at the system message, cheeks still burning, voice a mixture of disbelief and breathlessness) Oh my god... We... actually did it. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (grinning, wiping sweat from his brow, voice laced with amusement and a hint of pride) Heightened Release... Well, that explains why they were so... enthusiastic. <</mmc>> Her voice trembles slightly, hands fidgeting in her lap, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. <<fmc>> I mean... we were this close to... actually doing something with them. I can’t believe I let it go that far... did you see how she... sat on your face? <</fmc>> He lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. A half-grin forms on his lips, but there’s a trace of guilt in his voice. <<mmc>> Yeah... I felt like I was completely under some spell or something. And you... with him. <</mmc>> His voice softens, the weight of the moment settling in. <<mmc>> He had his... you know... in your mouth, babe. <</mmc>> Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, and she clutches her robe tighter around her body. Her voice is small, almost defensive. <<fmc>> I know! I know! But it was like... I couldn’t say no... like... I wanted it, but at the same time, I didn’t? And now I feel... so weird. <</fmc>> She glances at the system message, her breath hitching slightly. <<fmc>> That aura thing... it really messed with us. <</fmc>> He nods slowly, his expression darkening a little as the reality settles in. <<mmc>> Yeah... and that "Arousal Aura"... we’re like walking pheromones now. Anyone who gets too close... it’s going to happen again, isn’t it? <</mmc>> He glances toward the door, voice low and uncertain. <<mmc>> Do you think they’re okay? The masseurs, I mean. They seemed so... caught up in it too. <</mmc>> She sighs shakily, her voice barely above a whisper. <<fmc>> I don’t know... They ran out so fast, like they didn’t know what hit them... I mean, we barely knew what hit us. <</fmc>> She hesitates, then whispers, almost like she’s afraid of the answer. <<fmc>> Do you think... this counts as cheating? <</fmc>> His voice is heavy but gentle, trying to comfort her, though he sounds as if he’s convincing himself too. <<mmc>> Babe... we did what we had to. It was part of the system quest... and we didn’t... I mean, we didn’t actually... <</mmc>> He trails off, the words hanging in the air unfinished. A small, uncertain smile tugs at his lips. <<mmc>> Let’s just say we survived the massage session. <</mmc>> She lets out a soft, nervous laugh, though her cheeks remain flushed. <<fmc>> Yeah... survived... barely. <</fmc>> Her gaze flicks back to the system message, her voice turning contemplative. <<fmc>> I guess... we’re stronger now. That Aura thing... it’s probably going to make things... [[more interesting.|36]] <</fmc>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<timed 1s>> <div class="system-message"> 🎉 **Tutorial Phase Completed!** 🎉 </div> <</timed>> <<timed 2s>> <div class="system-message"> 📚 **Prologue Complete:** "Awakening of Desire" </div> <</timed>> <<timed 3s>> <div class="system-message"> 🏆 Players have successfully adapted to the system's erotic framework. </div> <</timed>> <<timed 4s>> <div class="system-message"> 🌸 **Player Status:** Players reached Level 1 </div> <</timed>> <<timed 5s>> <div class="system-message"> 📊 Character Stat Screen Access Granted </div> <</timed>> <<timed 6s>> <div class="system-message"> 🎖️ Player Growth System Activated </div> <</timed>> <<timed 7s>> <div class="system-message"> 🔒 New Features Await Future Quests... </div> <</timed>> <<timed 8s>> <div class="system-message"> 💡 Remember: Every choice you make influences your path. </div> <</timed>> <<timed 9s>> (breathing quickens, eyes widening in disbelief) Her voice cracks, a mixture of shock and frustration flooding her words. <<fmc>> Level 1?! We... we just went through all that... the massages, the aura... I mean, we almost... have sex with them! And it was just the tutorial?! <</fmc>> His eyes dart across the glowing messages, a hollow laugh escaping as he rakes his hands through his hair, the disbelief thick in his voice. <<mmc>> No... no way. All that... the system messing with us, the aura driving them crazy... and we’re just... Level 1?! Babe, that means... all of that... the whole massage, the... everything... was just a warm-up?! And if level 1 is this powerfull ... <</mmc>> Her hands tremble slightly as she clutches her robe tighter around herself, voice a soft, almost terrified whisper. She glances at the system message, her lips parting, breath shaky. <<fmc>> Oh my god... What the hell is waiting for us next...? <</fmc>> Another final message pulses in bold letters, the air almost humming with an ominous energy: <div class="system-message" style="color: crimson; border: 2px solid crimson; padding: 8px; margin-top: 10px;"> ⚠️ Warning: The Erotic System is now fully active. Your presence will influence the desires of others. Your choices will shape your future. Proceed with caution. </div> His voice barely a whisper, almost as if afraid to say it out loud. <<mmc>> ..We’re not in control anymore, are we? <</mmc>> <</timed>> [[..........................|37]] </div>

<div id="stat-block">  <<if $route is 0 or $route is 3 or $route is 2>> <div class="stat-screen"> <h2>🚺 FMC Stats</h2> <p><b>Level:</b> $fmcs.level</p> <p><b>Stat Points:</b> $fmcs.statPoints</p> <p><b>HP:</b> $fmcs.hp / $fmcs.maxHp</p> <p><b>MP:</b> $fmcs.mp / $fmcs.maxMp</p> <p><b>XP:</b> $fmcs.xp / $fmcs.xpToNext</p>  <p><b>Strength:</b> $fmcs.strength <<if $fmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Stamina:</b> $fmcs.agility <<if $fmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $fmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Intelligence:</b> $fmcs.intelligence <<if $fmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $fmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Boldness:</b> $fmcs.perception <<if $fmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $fmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Charm:</b> $fmcs.charm <<if $fmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $fmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p> </div> <</if>>  <<if $route is 0 or $route is 3 or $route is 1>> <div class="stat-screen"> <h2>🚹 MMC Stats</h2> <p><b>Level:</b> $mmcs.level</p> <p><b>Stat Points:</b> $mmcs.statPoints</p> <p><b>HP:</b> $mmcs.hp / $mmcs.maxHp</p> <p><b>MP:</b> $mmcs.mp / $mmcs.maxMp</p> <p><b>XP:</b> $mmcs.xp / $mmcs.xpToNext</p>  <p><b>Strength:</b> $mmcs.strength <<if $mmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Stamina:</b> $mmcs.agility <<if $mmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Intelligence:</b> $mmcs.intelligence <<if $mmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $mmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Boldness:</b> $mmcs.perception <<if $mmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $mmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p>  <p><b>Charm:</b> $mmcs.charm <<if $mmcs.statPoints > 0>> <<link "+">> <<set $mmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints -= 1>> <<replace "#stat-block">><<include "Karakter Statları">><</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </p> </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto $previousPassage>> <</button>> </div> </div>

<<if $chapter is 1>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> 📅 Day: <<print $currentDay>> | 🕒 Time: <<print $currentBlock>> Player:<<if $player1 is true>> Male <<else>> Female<</if>> </div> <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> <</if>> <div class="sesBaslik">✦ Volume Control ✦</div> <div class="sesKontrol"> <button class="sesBtn" data-vol="0.001">0%</button> <button class="sesBtn" data-vol="0.25">25%</button> <button class="sesBtn" data-vol="0.5">50%</button> <button class="sesBtn" data-vol="0.75">75%</button> <button class="sesBtn" data-vol="0.999">100%</button> </div> <<if $message is false>> <span id="message-btn" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('Mesajlar')">Messages</span> <<else>> <span id="message-btn-glow" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('Mesajlar')">Messages</span> <</if>>

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<div class="system-box"> voice tired, hair slightly messy from the trip, dragging a suitcase, sighing softly <<fmc>> Finally... home. I swear, if I see another beach towel, I’m going to scream. <</fmc>> chuckles, adjusting a heavy duffel bag on his shoulder, voice low and teasing <<mmc>> Hey, I thought you liked the beach... wasn’t that your idea? <</mmc>> $mmc shifts his weight slightly, muscles tense from the trip, his gaze scanning the narrow hallway. The soft thud of approaching footsteps breaks the quiet, echoing slightly against the walls. A tall man in his early 30s turns the corner—broad shoulders, slightly damp hair, a faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. His eyes, dark and sharp, flick toward the couple, pausing momentarily as an inexplicable, magnetic pull stirs inside him. His gaze lingers on $fmc—her tired posture, the way her leggings cling to her body, the curve of her hips shifting as she adjusts the suitcase. <<man>> Hey there. New faces... you just moving in? <</man>> His voice is casual, but his eyes betray a subtle, hungry curiosity—an instinctive response to the sight of $fmc, his fingers twitching slightly as if fighting an urge to reach out. <<fmc>> Yeah... I’m $fmc. And this is my husband, $mmc. We just got back from... a long trip. <</fmc>> <<aiden>> Ah... honeymooners, huh? I’m Aiden, apartment 4B. Welcome to the building. <</aiden>> $mmc’s expression tightens slightly, a subtle edge in his eyes, but he forces a polite nod. $fmc shifts, adjusting the strap of her bag, exhaustion weighing down her frame. Suddenly, her small tote slips from her hand, the contents scattering across the hallway floor. <<aiden>> Oh! Let me— <</aiden>> $fmc bends down to retrieve the items, her body dipping forward, hips arching slightly in the tight leggings—her exhaustion causing her to linger in the position longer than she intends. A soft, involuntary sigh escapes her lips as her shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin at her lower back. aiden’s breath hitches, his gaze locked on the sight before him—a wave of heat rushing through his body, an almost primal, magnetic pull intensifying. <div class="system-message"> 🔶 **Aura Effect Activated:** Neighbor [Aiden] is subconsciously drawn to the Female Player’s presence. Arousal and protective instincts heightened. </div> As aiden kneels to help, his hand grazes $fmc’s lower back—a brief, accidental brush that sparks a jolt between them. $fmc flinches slightly, a soft gasp slipping from her lips, her fingers tightening around a fallen item as a strange, tingling warmth spreads through her skin. $mmc’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he notices the fleeting contact, a flicker of unease passing through him. <<mmc>> (voice low, controlled) Babe... you good? <</mmc>> $fmc straightens slowly, her movements slightly shaky, her cheeks flushed, a strange heat pooling in her stomach as she forces a nervous laugh. <<fmc>> Y-yeah... just... a bit tired. <</fmc>> aiden’s gaze lingers on her a moment too long, his breathing slightly uneven, before he clears his throat and offers a tight smile. <<aiden>> Here, let me help you upstairs. No sense in doing all the heavy lifting after such a long trip. <</aiden>> $mmc and $fmc exchange a glance—his subtle unease, her lingering flush—and they nod, allowing [[aiden to grab a bag as they move toward the elevator.|39]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> Aiden to grab a bag as they move toward the elevator. aiden hesitates at the door, shifting his weight awkwardly, a small smile playing on his lips. $mmc wipes sweat from his brow, glancing at $fmc with a faint smirk. $fmc exhales softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek, her posture relaxed yet tired from the long trip. grinning, rubbing the back of his neck, voice slightly awkward <<aiden>> Well... I should probably let you guys settle in. Long day, huh? <</aiden>> $fmc flashes a warm, grateful smile, her voice light but insistent, gesturing toward the living room. <<fmc>> Oh, no! After all the help, you can’t just leave like that. Come in—at least let me get you a glass of water. <</fmc>> aiden shifts slightly, his gaze lingering on $fmc, throat dry, a strange warmth stirring low in his chest. aiden chuckles, nodding slightly, and steps inside. $mmc exchanges a look with $fmc—a subtle glance, a flicker of something unspoken, but he shrugs it off, too tired to argue. aiden stands near the counter, his eyes following $fmc as she moves to the kitchen. $fmc tugs open a cabinet, her t-shirt rising slightly as she stretches, the waistband of her jeans dipping as she leans in, revealing a soft curve of skin. $fmc mutters under her breath, her voice muffled, searching for a glass among the half-unpacked kitchenware. voice playful, a small laugh <<fmc>> Ugh... nothing’s where it should be. We barely unpacked before the trip—half the boxes are still sealed. <</fmc>> aiden’s gaze sharpens, his breath catching slightly as he watches the sway of $fmc’s hips, the curve of her back as she leans in deeper. aiden swallows, a strange tension crackling in the air. $fmc suddenly loses her grip on a glass, her fingers fumbling from the aura surge— clink! The glass slips from her fingers and tumbles toward the floor. surprised, voice tense <<aiden>> Whoa—hey, are you okay? <</aiden>> aiden steps forward instinctively, his hand brushing against the small of $fmc’s back as he steadies her. The contact is electric—subtle, but unmistakable. $fmc shivers slightly, her breath hitching, the lingering heat from the aura tensing her muscles. She remains bent forward for a moment longer than necessary, her body slow to react from the exhaustion and the strange sensation in the air. $mmc steps back into the room, a box tucked under his arm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he catches the frozen moment—aiden’s hand hovering near $fmc’s waist, the charged atmosphere unmistakable. $mmc sets the box down gently, voice low, masking the flicker of unease. smooth, casual, but slightly tight <<mmc>> So, Aiden... how long have you lived in the building? <</mmc>> aiden blinks, his gaze snapping up, a faint flush on his cheeks. aiden clears his throat, stepping back as if just realizing the moment. <<aiden>> Oh, uh... just a few months. Moved in right before the holidays. You know how it is—new place, new faces... <</aiden>> $fmc straightens up, brushing her hair behind her ear, a faint, almost imperceptible shiver running down her spine. aiden lingers for a moment longer, then glances at his watch, his voice a little rushed. <<aiden>> Anyway... I should get going. Let you guys settle in. <</aiden>> $fmc offers a small smile, her voice warm but distant. <<fmc>> Thanks again for the help, Aiden. <</fmc>> aiden nods, offering a faint wave as he steps toward the door. $mmc moves to stand beside $fmc, his arm brushing against hers, their eyes meeting briefly—an unspoken question hanging between them, a pulse of something electric lingering in the air [[long after the door closes.|40]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> Aiden steps out the door, offering a quick wave as it shuts behind him. The apartment feels suddenly still, the silence stretching in the wake of his departure. $mmc turns slowly toward $fmc, his gaze sharp, lingering, a hint of something darker in his eyes. $fmc exhales softly, her body slumping slightly from the exhaustion of the day. <<fmc>> What... what is it? Why are you looking at me like that? <</fmc>> $mmc crosses his arms, his voice low but tense. <<mmc>> What is it? He touched you. Twice. And you just... let him. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Are you seriously mad about that? After everything that happened... on our honeymoon? This is the problem now? <</fmc>> $mmc exhales, his jaw clenching, frustration evident. <<mmc>> That was... different. That was the system, some crazy... fantasy. Those people, the ones in that world... they’re not part of our real lives. <</mmc>> He takes a slow step toward her, voice dropping, a quiet intensity threading through his words. <<mmc>> But this? This is our home now. These are our neighbors, our lives. We can’t... we can’t just act like we’re still on that island. We need to be careful. We need to get a grip. <</mmc>> $fmc’s shoulders tense, her exhaustion mixing with a flicker of defiance. <<fmc>> I get it, okay? We’re back to reality. But I’m still... me. And you’re still you. Don’t act like everything has to change just because we’re not on some crazy island anymore. <</fmc>> $mmc lets out a long, measured breath, the tension between them hanging like a thread ready to snap. <<mmc>> I just... I don’t want to mess this up. <</mmc>> A system message flickers softly, almost like a reminder from the shadows: <div class="system-message"> The system remains active. </div> $fmc glances toward the faint glow, her expression weary but resigned. <<fmc>> Let’s just... go to bed, okay? We’ve got a big day tomorrow. <</fmc>> $mmc nods, reaching for her hand. They move quietly toward the bedroom, the weight of their new reality settling around them like a fragile, [[unseen pressure.|41]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> he morning light seeps through the half-closed blinds, casting soft lines across the crumpled sheets. The faint buzz of the alarm breaks the stillness. $mmc reaches over, silencing it with a slow, almost reluctant motion. His breath is heavy, lingering in the air between them. Beside him, $fmc stirs under the blankets, her hair tousled, her body still heavy with sleep. She blinks slowly, voice a soft murmur, half-drowned by the weight of the morning. <<fmc>> Ugh... already morning? <</fmc>> $mmc rubs a hand over his face, dragging his fingers through his hair. He glances at her, eyes lingering for a beat too long, as if the sight of her like this—sleepy, vulnerable—pulls something deep from him. $mmc sits up, the sheets falling away from his bare chest. He stretches, shoulders stiff from the restless night, and finally speaks—his voice low, carrying an undercurrent of unease. <<mmc>> Yeah... first day back. <</mmc>> $fmc groans softly, curling into the pillow, her voice muffled. <<fmc>> Can't we just... stay in bed a little longer? <</fmc>> $mmc lets out a breath, half a laugh, half a sigh, but stands anyway. He walks toward the bathroom, pausing at the doorframe. $mmc glances back at her, the tension from the night before still simmering beneath the surface. $fmc rolls onto her back, stretching, the hem of her shirt lifting just slightly as she does, revealing a strip of skin that catches the morning light. He looks away quickly, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the apartment. $fmc stares at the ceiling for a long moment, her mind drifting, the weight of the system still lingering, pressing down in the quiet moments. A shiver runs through her, not from the cold, but from the memories—the system, the island, [[the heat of it all.|42]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> he apartment feels... real now. No longer the hazy blur of an island paradise or the surreal glow of system notifications. Just their home. Just the quiet hum of a fridge, the faint ticking of a wall clock, the sound of water boiling in the kettle. $fmc closes a cabinet with a soft sigh, turning to face him. The question hangs between them, unspoken yet weighty. <<fmc>> So... we just wait for the system to tell us what to do? <</fmc>> $mmc lifts his mug, taking a slow sip. His eyes linger on her, a flicker of frustration mixing with something darker—a tension neither of them can quite shake. <<mmc>> Yeah... I guess. We don't... stop living, though. We keep going. <</mmc>> $fmc leans back against the counter, arms crossed, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. <<fmc>> We don’t give up. But we don’t let it... control us, either. <</fmc>> $mmc nods, a slow, almost reluctant agreement. His voice is low, steady. <<mmc>> Right. We handle it. We decide how far we let it take us. <</mmc>> For a brief moment, the apartment feels lighter, like they’ve reached some fragile understanding. And then— <div class="system-message"> Daily quest issued. </div> The soft glow fades almost as quickly as it appears. They exchange a glance—uncertain, but resigned. $fmc lets out a breath, pushing off the counter. <<fmc>> We’ll see what it wants... and go from there. <</fmc>> $mmc watches her for a moment, then nods again, the silent promise hanging in the air. <<mmc>> Together. <</mmc>> They move through the kitchen in quiet synchronization, finishing their coffee, gathering their things—keys, wallets, a hastily packed lunch. The mundane rhythm of the morning masks the deeper undercurrent beneath it all. As they step toward the door, there’s a subtle tension in the air, a quiet awareness of the system’s presence lingering just out of reach. The world outside awaits. Their normal lives await. But the system remains. <div class="system-message"> [[Awaiting player action.|43]] </div> </div>

<div class="system-box"> The office building looms ahead, tall and sleek, its glass reflecting the soft morning sunlight. The lobby buzzes with movement as employees stream in, chatter and footsteps filling the space. $fmc and $mmc step through the revolving doors, a subtle but unmistakable shift in the atmosphere following their entrance. Heads turn. Eyes linger. A coworker, Mark, a clean-cut guy with an easy smile, passes by, his gaze catching on $fmc, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. <<mark>> Wow, you two... look amazing. Honeymoon glow, huh? <</mark>> $fmc laughs lightly, a flush creeping into her cheeks as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. <<fmc>> Thanks, Mark. Yeah... must be all the sun. <</fmc>> $mmc gives a polite nod, his hand resting at the small of $fmc’s back. From behind them, a tall, striking woman with dark curls—Emma—calls out with a playful tone, her husband Oliver, a broad-shouldered man with warm eyes, at her side. <<emma>> Look at you two! That vacation did wonders. Where’d you go? The Caribbean? <</emma>> Oliver chuckles, giving them both a friendly nod. <<oliver>> Man, you’re glowing. Did you bring back some of that island magic for us, too? <</oliver>> $fmc and $mmc exchange a glance—wide eyes, a hint of a flush—both acutely aware of the heat buzzing in the air around them. $fmc leans in slightly toward $mmc, her voice barely a whisper. <<fmc>> You feel that? They’re all... looking at us. <</fmc>> $mmc’s jaw tightens, his breath catching as his gaze sweeps across the lobby, catching lingering stares. <<mmc>> Yeah... I feel it. The system’s... doing something. <</mmc>> A system message flickers faintly in the corner of their vision: <div class="system-message"> Female Player and Male Player's aura draws attention. NPCs exhibit heightened interest. </div> As they continue deeper into the lobby, more people glance their way—compliments murmured under breaths, eyes lingering a bit too long. Sophia, a curvy, mature woman with a confident smile, approaches from the elevator. Her eyes flick over $fmc and $mmc, her lips curling in a knowing smirk. <<sophia>> Well, well... the newlyweds grace us with their presence. You two are practically glowing. Must’ve been an unforgettable honeymoon. <</sophia>> $fmc’s cheeks burn, but she musters a soft laugh, her hand brushing over $mmc’s arm for grounding. <<fmc>> Yeah... it was definitely something. <</fmc>> $mmc gives a tight smile, his gaze briefly locking with Sophia’s—there’s a flicker of something unspoken in her eyes, a spark of curiosity or... something else. As they step into the elevator, $fmc’s pulse races, the weight of the stares still clinging to her skin. She leans into $mmc slightly, whispering under her breath. <<fmc>> This is... more intense than I thought. <</fmc>> $mmc’s hand tightens at her waist, his voice low and steady. <<mmc>> Let’s just get through today... and see what the system throws at us next. <</mmc>> Another system message flickers softly as the elevator doors close around them: <div class="system-message"> Progress registered. NPC awareness increasing. New objectives may appear soon. </div> The elevator ascends—silent, save for their breaths, the subtle tension between them, [[and the weight of what’s to come.|44]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> Marcus's office hums with the low thrum of the AC unit, the sharp scent of cologne and freshly printed documents lingering in the air. Hailey leans against the desk near the door, arms crossed, her expression a mix of boredom and subtle unease. <<Hailey>> So... good luck in there. Just, you know, try not to piss him off too much. <</Hailey>> She casts a sympathetic glance at $fmc, then a quick, lingering look at $mmc before stepping aside. Marcus, seated behind a large mahogany desk, is mid-argument on the phone, his voice tight with barely-contained fury. <<marcus>> No, I said handle it. Do I have to come down there myself? Jesus Christ... <</marcus>> He slams the phone down, exhaling sharply, then finally lifts his gaze to the couple standing in his office. His eyes immediately catch on $fmc—her hair still slightly damp from the morning, blouse clinging to her figure in the soft office light. His irritation falters, brows lifting in barely disguised interest. <<marcus>> Ah. The newlyweds. Two weeks off for a little... honeymoon adventure, huh? <</marcus>> His gaze lingers on $fmc a beat too long, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. $fmc shifts uncomfortably, $mmc's eyes narrowing as he steps a little closer to her. Marcus's eyes flick between them, the weight of the room suddenly heavy with tension. A faint glow pulses behind $fmc’s eyes—a quiet, insistent flicker of the system’s presence. <div class="system-message"> Boss Marcus' Arousal Level: 20% (Increasing...) <br> Frustration Level: 80% (Decreasing...) <br> Player presence detected: Aura levels influencing NPCs. <br> New Quest Available: Soften the boss’s temper. Sub-task: Female Player will retrieve an item near the boss's desk. </div> $fmc's pulse quickens, her gaze darting to $mmc. His jaw tightens, but he gives the faintest nod, eyes dark with a mix of protectiveness and reluctant understanding. <<fmc>> (whispering) It's... it's fine. We’ll just get through this. <</fmc>> Marcus leans back in his chair, legs spreading slightly as he watches her. <<marcus>> Well? Are we going to talk about how you’re going to fix the mess you left behind, or are you just going to stand there? <</marcus>> The tension crackles, a heavy, charged pause hanging in the air—Marcus waiting, $fmc hesitating, the system’s hum barely perceptible in the background. <<mmc>> We... we’re ready to make up for the time we were gone, sir. We’ll catch up on everything. <</mmc>> $mmc’s voice is tight, measured, the heat of Marcus’s gaze burning a hole into his resolve. He glances at $fmc, a flicker of discomfort and protectiveness in his eyes, but also that simmering heat from the system they both can’t shake. Marcus’s eyes shift to $fmc, his gaze slow and appraising, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. <<marcus>> You’ve been... keeping well, I see. The honeymoon glow is strong on you, isn’t it? <</marcus>> $fmc stiffens, her pulse racing as she forces a polite smile. <<fmc>> Yes, sir. It was... a wonderful trip. Thank you. <</fmc>> Her voice falters as Marcus’s eyes drop to the curve of her hips, lingering, and $fmc feels a flush rising, her breath catching. The tension hums, a dangerous undercurrent of energy between them. The system hums again, an unseen force nudging the air: <div class="system-message"> Marcus’ arousal: 48%. Frustration: 65%. The aura effect is intensifying. </div> $fmc leans slightly forward, her hand brushing the desk, and her pen slips from her fingers—clattering to the floor in a small, almost deliberate accident. <<fmc>> Oh... sorry, sir, let me just... <</fmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/1.mp4"> </video> Her voice is breathy, barely above a whisper, as she bends to retrieve it, her dress stretching across her form. The light catches the subtle outline of her lace panties through the thin fabric, a brief but unmistakable flash. Marcus’s breath catches, barely audible but sharp, the heat in his gaze deepening as he watches. His fingers twitch on the desk, and a slow exhale escapes him. <<marcus>> (tone softer, voice dropping) Careful there... wouldn’t want you... losing anything else, would we? <</marcus>> The system flares in response: <div class="system-message"> Marcus’ arousal: 85%. Frustration: 40%. The aura effect is intensifying rapidly. </div> $mmc’s jaw tightens, his pulse racing in his throat. He leans slightly toward $fmc, his voice low, barely a whisper. <<mmc>> (whispering) Are you seeing this? The system... it’s pulling him in. We can’t let this get out of hand. <</mmc>> $fmc bites her lip, her heart hammering as she straightens, her gaze flickering briefly to Marcus before locking onto $mmc’s. <<fmc>> (whispering) I know... but it’s working. Just... stay close, okay? <</fmc>> Marcus leans forward, his smirk deepening, the tension in the room thickening with each breath. <<marcus>> Let’s... start fresh. I want results. I expect... great things from you both. Especially you... $fmc. <</marcus>> The system pulses again, soft but insistent: <div class="system-message"> Quest Completed: Soften the Boss’s Temper. <br> Reward: +1 Charisma, +1 Relationship Boost (Marcus). <br> New Quest Pending... </div> <div class="system-message"> Quick Quest: Soften the boss’s frustration fully. Objective: $fmc to adjust her posture, subtly emphasize her curves, and hold eye contact for at least 5 seconds. Reward: +1 charisma, +1 aura effect. </div> $fmc glances at $mmc, her breath shallow, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in her eyes as the system’s prompt lingers like an electric charge in the air. <<fmc>> (whispering) We... we’ll talk about this later, okay? Just... let me handle this. <</fmc>> $mmc nods stiffly, his jaw tight, a quiet, burning tension in his eyes. <<set $fmcs.charm = $mmcs.charm + 1>> Marcus drums his fingers on the desk, waiting, watching, the weight of his gaze pinning $fmc in [[place like a moth under glass.|45]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> $fmc takes a steadying breath, her pulse a low thrum in her ears, and lets the system’s command wash over her. Her body responds instinctively—hips shifting just so, shoulders rolling back, posture straightening, her chest subtly lifting as if pulled by an unseen string. Her blouse, already a shade too sheer, catches the light in just the right way, and the faintest outline of her lacy bra teases beneath. She lets her gaze drift back to Marcus—slow, deliberate—until their eyes lock. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/2.mp4"> </video> Her lips part ever so slightly. Five seconds. One... two... three... four... five... Marcus leans back in his chair, the air thickening between them. His eyes, dark with something coiled and restless, drag over $fmc’s frame with a sharp, possessive hunger, lingering on the subtle curves of her waist, the delicate slope of her neck, the shimmer of her skin where the collar of her blouse has loosened just enough. <<marcus>> (gruffly) That’s... better. You’re looking... polished. Focused. <</marcus>> He clears his throat, but the heat doesn’t leave his eyes. Instead, his fingers, still drumming on the desk, slow, a subtle rhythm syncing with the quickening pulse in the room. <div class="system-message"> Boss Arousal: 85% → 95% Frustration: 40% → 10% $fmc Aura Effect Active: Tease + Subtle Charm applied. Boss perception softened. </div> $fmc swallows, the weight of his stare igniting a slow burn under her skin. She can feel the shift, the way the tension in the room bends, the sharp edges smoothing into something heavier, warmer. <<fmc>> (softly, almost a purr) We... didn’t want to disrupt things too much while we were away. I’ll make sure we’re fully caught up, Marcus. I... promise. <</fmc>> The subtle emphasis, the slight lilt in her voice—it’s calculated, instinctual, and undeniably effective. Marcus exhales, a deep, gravelly sound, and for a moment, his gaze flickers—almost like he’s trying to remember why he was so angry in the first place. <<marcus>> (grudgingly) Alright. I’ll hold you to that. You’ll... get back on track. <</marcus>> His voice is lower now, almost soft. $mmc stands rigid, a slow exhale hissing through his clenched teeth. His eyes, locked on $fmc, are a storm of emotions—pride at the effortless way she’s disarming Marcus, but also a sharp, gnawing unease. It’s like watching a flame he thought he knew suddenly burn hotter, brighter, more... dangerous. <<mmc>> (whispering, his voice strained) You’re... really good at this. <</mmc>> $fmc glances at him from the corner of her eye, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips—equal parts thrill and guilt. Marcus shifts in his seat, adjusting his tie with a flick of his wrist, trying—and failing—to look unaffected. <div class="system-message"> Quick Quest Completed. Reward: +1 charisma, +1 aura effect. System Notice: Marcus's arousal nearing peak.</div> The air hums, charged and expectant, as $fmc and $mmc [[exchange a glance that says everything|46]] <<set $mmcs.charm = $fmcs.charm + 1>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> As the door swings shut behind $fmc and $mmc, the tension of the office clings to them like static. Marcus’ lingering gaze seems to burn into $fmc’s back, but $mmc’s attention is already elsewhere—his eyes catching the subtle flick of Hailey’s tongue against the cap of her pen. Hailey leans back in her chair, a slow smirk curling across her lips as her gaze drags shamelessly down $mmc’s form, then up again with a deliberate, lazy slowness. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is soft and almost mocking, the lilt of her words carrying a subtle, dangerous edge. <img src="media/ch1/1.jpg" width=650> <<Hailey>> Well, well... look who finally decided to show up. Daddy give you a hard time in there, huh? <</Hailey>> Her eyes glint with a mix of amusement and challenge, as if daring $mmc to react. She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs deliberately, the motion smooth and sensual. $mmc swallows, a pulse of heat rising in his chest—part instinct, part something darker. His jaw tenses. <<mmc>> (quiet, a hint of a smirk) Oh, you know... just a little back-and-forth. Your dad’s... got quite the temper. <</mmc>> <<Hailey>> (grinning) Yeah, tell me about it. Been breathing down my neck all morning. Guess I’m not the only one he’s hard on, huh? <</Hailey>> She bites down on her pen, eyes twinkling, the words laced with double meaning. $mmc feels his pulse quicken, a knot of tension in his gut tightening—but also, an unexpected surge of power. Marcus had stared at $fmc with barely restrained hunger, and now... Hailey was looking at him the same way. <<mmc>> (voice low, testing) Careful, Hailey... you’re playing with fire. <</mmc>> Hailey shrugs, the smirk never leaving her lips. <<Hailey>> Maybe I like the heat. <</Hailey>> She leans forward slightly, her low-cut top dipping just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage. The air seems to crackle between them, a new game beginning—a different kind of tension. A system message flickers faintly, unnoticed by most, [[but its meaning sharp and clear|47]] <div class="system-message"> Player 2: Arousal increasing. Target: Hailey. Progress: 30%... </div> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $message to true>> <<set $mesaj to 1>> <<audio "bgm_dark" fadeoverto 7 0>> <<timed 7s>> <<audio "bgm_dark" stop>> <</timed>> $fmc, a few steps ahead, glances back over her shoulder, catching the look between them. A subtle flush creeps up her neck, a mix of jealousy and... something else. Her eyes narrow, and her lips part, a faint, barely audible breath escaping. <<fmc>> (quietly, frowning slightly) What... what’s going on back there? <</fmc>> $mmc feels the weight of her gaze, a flicker of guilt tightening in his chest—but it’s tangled with something else. Power. A dark, simmering thrill that Marcus' leering stare at $fmc had ignited inside him. If Marcus could devour $fmc with his eyes... maybe it was only fair that he took a little of that back. He leans slightly closer to Hailey, voice dropping low, barely above a whisper, the heat of his breath ghosting over her ear. <<mmc>> (soft, almost a dare) Tell me, Hailey... does your dad always treat his employees like... this? <</mmc>> Hailey’s lips part in a sharp inhale, her eyes widening just a fraction—whether from the boldness of his tone or the implications, it’s hard to tell. Her pen clicks against her teeth, a slow, lazy smirk curling across her lips. <<Hailey>> (sarcastic, teasing) What, you jealous or something? Thinking I get special treatment? <</Hailey>> She leans back in her chair, arching her back just slightly, the movement accentuating the curve of her chest beneath the snug fabric of her top. The playful glint in her eyes doesn’t miss the way $mmc’s gaze dips, just for a second. $fmc watches from a few steps away, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart hammers—a chaotic, messy tangle of possessiveness, guilt, and a strange, electric awareness of the dangerous path they’re all walking. She shifts, crossing her arms tightly, but doesn’t say anything, biting her lip instead. The system flickers to life, its tone smooth and clinical, slicing through the tension like a blade. <div class="system-message"> Hailey's arousal detected: 51%. Curiosity: 82%. Suggestion: Subtle physical proximity, light teasing, build tension. Player 1 jealousy detected: 34%. Player 2 arousal: 48%. Progress: 12%... </div> $mmc straightens slightly, the numbers sparking something deep in his chest—a dark satisfaction. He shoots $fmc a brief glance, a mixture of apology and... hunger, before turning back to Hailey with a faint smirk. <<mmc>> (soft, low) Maybe I’m just curious... about what kind of girl stays under her daddy’s thumb... and what she’d do if someone loosened the leash a little. <</mmc>> Hailey’s breath catches, a flush blooming across her cheeks, though she tries to cover it with a scoff. <<Hailey>> (bold, but breathy) Careful... you don’t want to bite off more than you can handle. <</Hailey>> Her words are a challenge, a dare, thrown into the air between them like a spark onto dry tinder. Behind them, $fmc shifts uncomfortably, her mind racing. The system's numbers flicker in her periphery, a reminder that this game was far from over—and she wasn't the only player on the board. Marcus’ voice barks from inside the office, snapping the tension like a whip. <<marcus>> Hailey! Where the hell is that report I asked for an hour ago?! <</marcus>> Hailey rolls her eyes dramatically, but the corner of her mouth twitches, betraying the flush still high on her cheeks. She tosses a final glance at $mmc, a lingering, almost dangerous glint in her eyes, before turning back to her desk. <div class="system-message"> Quest has been put on hold. </div> <<Hailey>> (sassy, muttering) Ugh... welcome back to the circus. <</Hailey>> $fmc watches, pulse quickening, as $mmc walks past her—his hand brushing hers lightly, a silent spark of tension snapping between them. Her thoughts are a storm, a dangerous, thrilling storm[[ she can't quite untangle.|48]]

<div class="system-box"> <<audio "bgm_odnogo" volume 0 loop play>> <<audio "bgm_odnogo" fadeoverto 7 $sesSeviyesi>> The apartment door clicks shut behind them, the dim light of the entryway casting long shadows across the floor. $fmc sighs, slipping off her heels, her body aching from the long day, while $mmc leans against the wall, loosening his tie, his mind buzzing. <<fmc>> I’m going to take a quick shower... I need to wash off this day. <</fmc>> Her voice trails off as she heads toward the bathroom, hips swaying subtly in the dim light. $mmc watches her disappear down the hallway, tension thrumming in his chest. He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair, unbuttoning his shirt. As he tosses it onto the bed, his phone buzzes sharply on the nightstand. A new message. He picks it up, expecting maybe a system alert—or a work ping—but instead, the screen glows with <<if $message is true>> Hailey’s name. <<else>> [[Hailey’s name|49]] <</if>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $mesaj>> <<case 0>> <div class="phone-frame"> <div class="message-screen"> </div> <<case 1>> <div class="phone-frame"> <div class="message-screen"> <div class="message left"> <<Hailey>> Careful... you don’t want to bite off more than you can handle. <</Hailey>> </div> <div class="message left"> <img src="media/ch1/2.jpg"> </div> <div class="message left"> <img src="media/ch1/3.jpg"> </div> </div> </div> $mmc’s breath catches—shock, confusion, and a dangerous, almost electric thrill sparking through his veins. His thumb hovers over the screen, his heart thudding in his chest. He swallows hard, the images seared into his mind—Hailey in that tight top, that skirt, the way her eyes seem to dare him. Another buzz. A follow-up. <div class="phone-frame"> <div class="message-screen"> <div class="message left"> <<Hailey>> What? You looked like you could use a distraction... or are you too scared to play? <</Hailey>></div> <div class="message right"> <<mmc>>You can play all you want girl, I dont interested.<</mmc>> </div> </div> </div> <<mmc>>You think you are so important huh lets see where this go.<</mmc>> $mmc’s jaw tenses, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his lips. The flicker of rage from earlier—Marcus’s eyes on his wife—flares again, twisted now with a dark, dangerous idea. If Marcus can lust after his wife... maybe he can use Hailey. His pulse quickens. A plan begins to form. Not fully... yet. But something is brewing. <<set $message to false>> <<set $mesaj to 0>> <<case 2>> <<case 3>> <<case 4>> <<case 5>> <<case 6>> <<case 7>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto $previousPassage>> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box">$mmc stands frozen in the bedroom, phone still in hand, his mind racing from Hailey’s teasing message. The glow of the screen is the only light in the dim room, casting a faint glow on his bare chest and the strained fabric of his boxer briefs. His pulse is still hammering from the intensity of the moment. Just as he's about to tuck the phone away, $fmc steps quietly into the room, her skin still damp from the shower, the scent of vanilla shampoo soft in the air. But this time, instead of the towel, she’s slipped into something far more daring—a sheer, black mesh top, crisscrossed with thin strings that barely conceal her body, leaving her skin and curves exposed in tantalizing glimpses. The top dips low, tracing her sternum and hugging the swell of her breasts, while the tiny black panties cling to her hips, delicate lace barely covering the essentials. The soft creak of the floor draws $mmc’s attention—he’s still standing there, phone in hand, the glow of the screen highlighting the tension in his bare chest and the unmistakable bulge straining his boxer briefs. He freezes as he takes in the sight of her, eyes widening, throat dry. <<fmc>> (soft, teasing) What... are you staring at so hard that you’re about to burst through your boxers? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (stammering, voice rough) Holy... fuck, baby... <</mmc>> Her voice is a low, curious hum, the faintest trace of a smirk pulling at her lips. $mmc stammers, heat rising in his cheeks as he fumbles to hide the phone behind his back. $mmc’s voice is rough, caught between nerves and desire. <<mmc>> (clears throat) Just... you know... was thinking about joining you in the shower, but... got a work message... kinda threw me off. <</mmc>> $fmc eyes narrow slightly, the edge of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her gaze drops deliberately, lingering on the hard outline straining against his thin fabric. <<fmc>> (sultry, voice dropping lower) A work message, huh? Was it really work... or were you thinking about Marcus staring at me like a hungry wolf? Or maybe... was it Hailey? <</fmc>> $mmc stiffens. A pulse of something dark and dangerous flashes through his eyes. He can’t hide the flicker of arousal mixed with something rawer—jealousy, power, revenge. <<mmc>> (low, almost a growl) If Marcus can eye my wife like that... maybe I should remind him I can handle his daughter just fine. <</mmc>> A shiver runs down $fmc’s spine at his tone. Her lips part slightly, breath hitching as a slow heat pools in her belly. Her hands, damp from the shower, slide down his chest, tracing the hard lines of his abs, teasing the waistband of his boxers. <<fmc>> (soft, breathy, a teasing moan slipping) Mmm... what did she send you, baby? A little office tease for you to handle later? <</fmc>> $mmc’s breath stutters, the sound a low, hungry growl as $fmc’s fingers curl under the waistband, tugging slightly. He barely manages to hold still, the tension thrumming through him palpable. fmc’s fingers slowly, deliberately, tug his boxers down, revealing the aching hardness beneath. Her lips part, a wicked glint in her eyes as she sinks to her knees, her breath ghosting over his skin. The air crackles. She slowly start to take his boxer. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/3.mp4"> </video> Her tongue teasing the tip, a soft, wet sound echoing in the quiet room. $mmc groans low, hand tangling in her damp hair, breath ragged, body trembling with pent-up need. <<mmc>> (low, almost panting) God... baby... <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (smirking up at him, eyes shining wickedly) Mmm... two days with nothing... I think we both need to catch up, don’t we? <</fmc>> The sound of her palm grazing up his thigh, a sharp, playful sting as her tongue continues to swirl around his cock, dragging a [[broken moan from his lips.|50]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> As she works him over, $mmc’s thoughts flash—Marcus’s heated gaze on $fmc... Hailey’s teasing photos, her soft, sultry message still burned into his phone screen... <<fmc>> (teasing, breathy) Mmm... was she worth it, baby? Did her little show get you this hard? Or is it me you’re thinking about... me on my knees for you, while your boss’s daughter tries to play games... <</fmc>> She teased him with slowly licking his balls. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/5.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> Oh baby ... I love it when you do that ohhh.<</mmc>> Her voice vibrates against him—huff... slurp... ..—the sounds filling the space with a raw, unfiltered intensity. $mmc gasps, barely holding himself back, the mix of emotions—lust, jealousy, triumph—coursing through him like wildfire. $mmc's breath catches, the memory of Marcus' hungry gaze on $fmc burning in his mind like an ember sparking into flame. His pulse races, and as $fmc’s soft lips descend, the way she takes him in—slowly, deliberately—makes his vision blur with raw, overwhelming lust. <<fmc>> Mmm... you're so hard... was it the way Marcus looked at me? Did that make you this wild, baby? <</fmc>> Her voice is a low, sensual purr, but the teasing words ignite something deeper in him—a volatile, animalistic need. $mmc growls low in his throat, his fingers tangling in her damp hair, gripping tightly, guiding her rhythm with an unyielding force. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/4.mp4"> </video> slurp... gag... slurp... gag... Each sound, wet and messy, echoes in the quiet room, mingling with the [[harshness of his breathing.|51]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> $mmc's breath hitches, his eyes half-lidded, as $fmc’s lips stretch around him, her tongue tracing slow, tantalizing circles along the tip. The sight alone—her eyes dark and glinting with mischief, the faint sheen of water still clinging to her skin—makes his stomach tighten. His hands tremble as they settle into her damp hair, fingers threading through the strands. The faint sound of slurp...slurp... fills the air, the wet, sinful noises making his chest heave. <<mmc>> (hoarse, breathy) God... fuck... <</mmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/6.mp4"> </video> Her pace quickens, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she takes him deeper, her lips gliding down the thick, veiny length. Gag... gag... her throat tightens, the sound triggering a guttural, unrestrained moan from him. <<mmc>> (trembling) You’re gonna make me— <</mmc>> Her fingers curl around his base, stroking in time with her mouth, milking him with a perfect, steady rhythm. His legs stiffen, his hips jerking involuntarily, the tension in his core snapping tight. $mmc gasps, a shudder running through him. <<mmc>> (low, broken) F-fuck... coming... <</mmc>> He doesn’t get the sentence out. With a desperate grunt, he spills into her mouth, the hot, thick release filling her. Her throat works to swallow every drop, the wet sounds growing messier as she stays there, licking and sucking until he’s spent. Slurp...slurp...slurp... $mmc’s hands tighten in her hair, his breathing ragged, his body trembling as if he’s been shattered and rebuilt all in the same moment. She pulls back slowly, lips parted, a thin string of cum stretching from her mouth to his tip. Her eyes glint, full of heat and mischief, her voice soft, teasing. <<fmc>> (whispering, sultry) Mmm... all mine. <</fmc>> $mmc, still catching his breath, looks down at her, a crooked, breathless grin curling on his lips. <<mmc>> (breathless) Yeah... all yours. <</mmc>> Their eyes meet—a fierce, silent understanding passing between them. And as they settle into bed that night, $fmc curling up against $mmc’s chest, his arms wrapping protectively around her, the earlier fire softens into a quiet, lingering warmth. <<mmc>> (softly, into her hair) No matter what happens... I’m not letting go of you. Ever. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (murmuring, half-asleep) Me neither... we’ll survive this... together. <</fmc>> The night wraps around them, the echoes of their passion fading into a tender,[[unbreakable bond.|53]]</div>

<div class="system-box"> He looks down at $fmc, still kneeling before him—her lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with a dangerous satisfaction. A pit opens in his stomach. <<mmc>> (voice low, regretful) Shit... I... I just took what I wanted, didn’t I? I didn’t even think about you. <</mmc>> He reaches down, gently cupping her chin, lifting her to stand. His touch is soft now, a stark contrast to the rough grip from moments before. <<mmc>> (softly) Your turn... I need to make it up to you. <</mmc>> But as he starts to guide her toward the bed, she stops him—grinning, her breath still unsteady, her hands resting on his chest. <<fmc>> (teasing, playful) Make it up to me? Oh please... you were so rough, you used me like a slut like your own little toy. <</fmc>> She lets out a breathy laugh, a wicked glint in her eye. <<fmc>> (whispering) And I came... twice. <</fmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/8.mp4"> </video> The words hit $mmc like a punch to the gut. His gaze snaps down, his breath hitching as he notices it—her panties soaked through, a damp, dark patch spreading across the thin fabric. A raw, primal surge rises in him again, twisting the guilt into something darker, hotter. <<mmc>> (voice low, a dangerous growl) So slut? that’s what you like, huh? <</mmc>> He leans in close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a rough, hungry whisper. <<mmc>> (whispering) From now on you’re my fucking toy. Mine to play with... whenever... however I want. <</mmc>> His hands slide down, cupping her ass through the damp fabric, his fingers digging in possessively. She lets out a shaky, breathless laugh, tilting her head back as a [[shiver runs through her.|54]]</div>

<div class="closing-screen"> <h2>Duo Leveling – Part 1 Complete</h2> <p> Thank you for joining us on this thrilling journey. The story is just beginning... The tension, the passion, the whispers of the system—there’s so much more ahead. </p> <p> We’d love to hear your thoughts! What moments made your heart race? What would you love to see next? Every idea helps shape the next chapter. </p> <p> This project is completely free—no paywalls, no hidden content. But let's be honest, a little support can fuel the fire. If you'd like to show your appreciation, you can visit my Patreon page. Your support means the world! </p> <p> Originally, I planned to release the game after the prologue, but I realized the prologue alone didn’t fully capture the story’s potential. So, I decided to add a glimpse of Chapter 1 as well, introducing new characters and dynamics, to give you a better sense of what’s to come. </p> <p> One thing I want to make clear: while the story may take unexpected twists, I don’t intend to explore cuckold or full NTR themes. The core of the story is about FEMAL PLAYER and MALE PLAYER two people who will grow stronger together, dominate the world as a team, and face challenges side by side. The relationships they build with others will serve to strengthen them, but their love for each other will never fade. </p> <p> I’m excited to see where this story takes us—and I’m glad to have you along for the ride. </p> <a class="patreon-button" href="https://www.patreon.com/c/Duolevelling" target="_blank">Support on Patreon</a> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<mmc>> Shit... fuck, baby... I can't... I can't— <</mmc>> His body jolts forward, hips bucking uncontrollably, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. The mixture of pleasure and jealousy—images of Marcus staring at $fmc, Hailey’s teasing smirk—twists into something feral. <<mmc>> (whispering harshly) You’re mine... all fucking mine. He can look all he wants, but no one gets to touch you. No one. <</mmc>> He yanks her up abruptly, spinning her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. The damp towel barely clings to her, slipping away as his hands find her hips, pulling her back against him. $mmc's mind floods with every heated moment—Marcus’ stare, Hailey’s photos, the system’s challenges. <<fmc>> (gasping) Ahh... so rough... what’s gotten into you tonight? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (voice ragged, dark) Two days... two fucking days without feeling you, and then Marcus, Hailey... all of it... you drive me insane. <</mmc>> His hands land on her tits, leaving a faint pink flush blooming on her skin, each impact matching the deep, desperate thrusts. $fmc try to catch her breathe while $mmc toying with her tits, but she didnt have too much time, $mmc start fucking her face harder than before. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/7.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> (moaning, breathless) Yes... harder, baby... don’t stop... <</fmc>> $mmc's growl deepens, his hands gripping her head possessively, pulling her back to meet every thrust. slap... slurp... gag... slap... Every sound sharpens the tension, a wild, uncontrollable rhythm building between them—relentless, untamed, their bodies crashing together with the force of days of denial and unspoken desires. <<mmc>> Mine. Say it. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (whimpering) I’m yours... all yours... <</fmc>> The words unravel him, and as the climax crests, the storm between them breaks—[[savage, shuddering, overwhelming.|52]] </div>

<div class="image-container"> <div class="image-row"> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Bedroom"> <img src="media/background/bedroom.jpeg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Bedroom</span> </div> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Bathroom"> <img src="media/background/Bathroom.jpeg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Bathroom</span> </div> </div> <div class="image-row"> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Kitchen"> <img src="media/background/kitchen.jpg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Kitchen</span> </div> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Livingroom"> <img src="media/background/livingroom.jpeg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Livingroom</span> </div> </div> <div class="image-row"> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Guestroom"> <img src="media/background/guestroom.jpg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Guestroom</span> </div> <div class="image-link" data-passage="City"> <img src="media/background/City.jpg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">City</span> </div> </div> </div>

<<if $currentBlock == "morning" or $currentBlock == "noon" or $currentBlock == "afternoon" or $currentBlock == "evening">> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Take a nap">> <<run advanceTime()>> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</button>> </div> <<else>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Go to sleep">> <<run advanceTime()>> <<set $chapter to 1>> <<switch $route>> <<case 1>> <<goto "Sleepm">> <<case 2>> <<goto "Sleepf">> <<default>> <<if $player1 is true>> <<goto "Sleepf">> <<else>> <<goto "Sleepm">> <</if>> <</switch>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Hall">> <<goto "Hall">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="image-container"> <div class="image-row"> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Hall"> <img src="media/background/home.jpg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Home</span> </div> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Office"> <img src="media/background/office.png" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Office</span> </div> </div> <div class="image-row"> <div class="image-link" data-passage="GYM"> <img src="media/background/GYM.jpeg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">GYM</span> </div> <div class="image-link" data-passage="Park"> <img src="media/background/park.jpg" alt="Tıklanabilir Resim" class="clickable-image"> <span class="tooltip">Park</span> </div> </div> </div>

<<set $walkm to 0; $walkf to 0; $workm to 0; $workf to 0; $workdone to false; $workoutdone to false; $walkdone to false; $questm to 0; $questf to 0; $sleepf to 0; $sleepm to 0; $player1 to true>> <<set $HaileyProgres to 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect to 0>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect to 0>> <<set $MarcusProgres to 0>> <div class="system-box"> The morning sun streamed gently through the half-closed curtains, golden light dancing across tangled sheets and two exhausted bodies still wrapped around each other. The air smelled of sweat, skin, and something tender—an intimacy only forged after nights that shake the soul. $fmc stirred first, her leg draped over $mmc’s waist, hair a dark halo on his chest. His hand was still on her thigh, relaxed but possessive. For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet pulse of shared breath. And then— <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ Sleep Phase Complete. 🧠 Sync Check… 89% Compatibility Detected. 📉 Alert: Aura Effectiveness Decreasing. Social entities exposed to Players are developing resistance. Observed behavioral shifts include: — Reduced submissive response in auxiliary personnel — Increased gaze resilience and verbal assertiveness — Decreased dominance effect on higher-tier NPCs (e.g., Marcus) 💡 Cause: Repetition, Predictability, and Prolonged Dual Exposure. 🌀 Protocol Update Required. ▶︎ New Regulation Protocol Engaged: Task Dispersion Mode Activated Players will now undertake missions individually to intensify personal evolution and recover aura potency. </div> $mmc blinked, his brows furrowing as the glow of the system’s message faded from their shared vision. <<mmc>> (reading aloud, still groggy) “Task Dispersion Mode? Wait—what does that even mean?” <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (confused, voice husky) “So… we don’t do the missions together anymore? That’s… new.” <</fmc>> They sat up slightly, sheets pooling around their waists. A thin hum of system energy lingered in the air—subtle, but unmistakably present. Like the game had shifted under them again. <div class="system-message"> 🧠 Synchronization Lag Detected. Initiating Solo Chain Quest. 🔍 Analyzing Personality Traits… 🎯 Determining Optimal First Player… ⏳ … </div> Both of them stared at the message as if holding their breath. Then: <div class="system-message"> 🎮 Player 1 Selected: $mmc ☑️ Solo Path Analysis Complete. 🧭 Quest Route Assigned. Briefing Imminent. </div> <<fmc>> (teasing, raising a brow) Well, looks like the game wants you to go first, Player One. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (smirking, but wary) Guess I better make it count, huh? <</mmc>> Their hands brushed as they shifted closer, uncertainty in their eyes—but excitement too. Whatever this system had planned next, it wasn’t just a rule change. It was a warning. And for $mmc, [[the game had just become personal.|55]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> The kitchen was bathed in golden morning light. A gentle breeze drifted through the open balcony door, rustling the sheer curtains. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with warm toast, melted butter, and ripe strawberries. $fmc sat cross-legged at the table, her silky satin robe riding high over her thighs. She lazily stirred her coffee, a sly grin dancing on her lips as she watched $mmc—still half-asleep, shirtless, eyes glued to his phone screen, steam curling from his cup. <<fmc>> So… the System decided we’re not spending enough time together, huh? <</fmc>> $mmc grunted softly, glancing up from his phone. The corners of his lips curled into a sleepy, crooked smile. <<mmc>> Looks like it’s splitting us up. <</mmc>> She raised an eyebrow, sipping her coffee slowly, purposefully letting it roll on her tongue like it was something more decadent. <<fmc>> Mmm… maybe we were too good together. System got jealous. <</fmc>> He chuckled, eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his chair. A sliver of tension hung in the air—not heavy, but curious, hungry. Like something big was coming. Their hands brushed as they shifted closer, warmth crackling between them. They exchanged a glance—half challenge, half wonder. Neither of them knew exactly how solo missions would work, but the thought of being apart… even briefly… made things feel riskier. And deeper down, a question neither dared ask out loud yet: Would the system tempt them to grow... alone? A low hum of excitement passed between them. The game had shifted, and with it, the rules of their pleasure and power. <<fmc>> Anyway babe, I should get going. Two weeks off means my inbox is probably a battlefield... I need to head in early and deal with the chaos. <</fmc>> She stood up, giving her cup a final sip before leaning down over $mmc's shoulder, her robe shifting just enough to tease as her lips brushed his cheek. $mmc leaned back in his chair for a moment, staring at the empty doorway she’d vanished through. He let out a breath, then stood up, stretching lazily. He made his way toward the bedroom, already peeling off his T-shirt as he went. [[Time to get dressed.|56]]</div>

<div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $haileySchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "Office">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('HaileyOffice')"> <img src="media/İntro/Hailey.jpg" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Hailey</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <<if $player1 is true>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Boss office">> <<goto "Bossofficem">> <</button>> </div> <<else>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Boss office">> <<goto "Bossofficef">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<if $player1 is true>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Your desk">> <<goto "MMCDESK">> <</button>> </div> <<else>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Your desk">> <<goto "FMCDESK">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<if $player1 is true>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "WC">> <<goto "MMCWC">> <</button>> </div> <<else>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "WC">> <<goto "FMCWC">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Break Room">> <<goto "Break Room">> <</button>> </div> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "City">> <<goto "City">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $player1 to true>> As $mmc finished buttoning up his shirt, the air in the room shifted—again. A faint chime echoed in the back of his mind, like a cold breeze brushing against his spine. Then, glowing text bloomed into existence in front of his eyes. <div class="system-message"> 🔸 **Daily Quest Activated: [Player 1 – $mmc]** — Current physical stats: *Insufficient for optimal progression.* — Immediate focus required on stamina, endurance, and discipline. Quest Requirements: 🏋️‍♂️ 2 hours of intense gym training 🏃‍♂️ 1-hour outdoor run (no treadmill) Reward: +50 XP Failure Penalty: Arousal management instability. </div> <<mmc>> (sighs, scratching his head) So much for easing back into real life... <</mmc>> He stared at the floating text for a moment, then grabbed his water bottle off the nightstand. <<mmc>> Two hours of gym and a full run—after work? Yeah, that sounds like exactly what my body didn’t ask for. <</mmc>> He groaned, running a hand through his hair before muttering under his breath. <<mmc>> And if I skip it, I get punished like I’m some lazy schoolboy... Love this for me. <</mmc>> The message slowly faded, but the weight of it remained. $mmc knew the System wasn’t bluffing. And if this was just the beginning of his solo path… it was going to be a long day. Still, there was a fire in his chest—a simmering challenge he couldn’t quite ignore. He grabbed his bag, tightened his watch strap, and headed for the door. Whatever the System threw at him, he’d take it. [[Eventually. After work.|Bedroom]] </div> <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>>

<div class="system-box"> <<if !$workoutdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<if $player1 is true>> <<button "Workout">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Workoutm")>> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "Workout">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Workoutf")>> <</button>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $haileySchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "GYM">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('HaileyGYM')"> <img src="media/İntro/Hailey.jpg" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Hailey</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $marcusSchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "GYM">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('MarcusGYM')"> <img src="media/İntro/marcus.png" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Marcus</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <<if $workoutdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> You already worked out today </div> <</if>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "City">> <<goto "City">> <</button>> </div> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if !$walkdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<if $player1 is true>> <<button "take a walk">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Walkm")>> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "take a walk">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Walkf")>> <</button>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $walkdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> You've already walked today. </div> <</if>> <div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $haileySchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "Park">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('Haileypark')"> <img src="media/İntro/Hailey.jpg" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Hailey</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "City">> <<goto "City">> <</button>> </div> </div>

<<if !$workdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Work">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Workm")>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<if $workdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> You already worked today </div> <</if>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Office">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<<if !$workdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Work">> <<run SugarCube.Engine.play("Workf")>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<if $workdone>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> You already worked today </div> <</if>> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Office">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $marcusSchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "Bossofficef">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('Marcusoffice')"> <img src="media/İntro/marcus.png" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Marcus</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Office">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $workoutm>> <<case 0>> <<run advanceTime()>> The gym was nearly empty—dim lights casting long shadows over steel machines and rubber floors. The scent of sweat and metal clung to the air like something sacred. $mmc wrapped his hands, muscles still stiff from disuse. He stepped toward the rack without hesitation, eyes locked on the mirror, expression sharpened by purpose. The first rep burned. The second, more. But he didn’t stop. <div class="system-message"> 🔸 Progress Detected. 🏋️ Physical Output: +6% 🧠 Focus Level: Stabilizing </div> He moved to the next station. Pull, breathe, exhale. Each movement was deliberate—like dragging himself out of quicksand one strained motion at a time. <div class="system-message"> ⚡ Endurance Threshold Passed. 🎯 Aura Compression Rate: +12% 💥 Influence Potential: Recalibrating... </div> Sweat dripped from his jaw. Muscles trembled, but he didn’t break form. He welcomed the pain. Craved it. <<mmc>> (gritting through a final rep) Let’s see them ignore me *now*. <</mmc>> <div class="system-message"> ✅ Task Completed: Gym Strength Session 💪 Strength +1 </div> <<set $mmcs.strength to $mmcs.strength + 1>> He dropped the bar with a loud *clang*, chest heaving—more alive than he’d felt all day. Not just stronger. The last thing left, one hour walk. [[Reclaimed.|GYM]] <<set $workoutm to $workoutm + 1>> <<case 1>> $mmc stood shirtless in front of the mirror, hands chalked, sweat already glistening on his skin. The barbell loaded, heavier than two days ago. He lowered into position — breath in — and pushed. No hesitation. No burn. Just control. <<mmc>> Huh… easy. <</mmc>> Rep after rep, his muscles responded with precision, not struggle. The soreness was still there — but dulled, more like a whisper now. The session flew by. Chest presses, pull-downs, squats. Each one smoother. Sharper. <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <div class="system-message"> 💪 Strength increased! (+1)<br> Your body is adapting. Neural-muscular efficiency improved. Strength stat updated. </div> He wiped the sweat off his brow, the mirror showing a slightly more defined frame than two days ago. <<mmc>> Good. Let's keep going. <</mmc>> <<run advanceTime()>> [[Now lets go for a walk|GYM]] <<set $workoutm to $workoutm + 1>> <<case 2>> $mmc stood shirtless in front of the mirror, hands chalked, sweat already glistening on his skin. The barbell loaded, heavier than two days ago. He lowered into position — breath in — and pushed. No hesitation. No burn. Just control. <div class="system-message"> 💪 Strength increased! (+1) 📈 XP Gained: +25 </div> [[Finish working out|GYM]] <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $mmcs.xp += 25>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<if $mmcs.xp >= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! All stats increased by +1 Next Level XP Requirement: $mmcs.xpToNext </div> <<set $mmcs.xp -= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.level += 1>> <<set $mmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $mmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $mmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $mmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints to $mmcs.statPoints +5>> <</if>> <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div> <<set $workoutdone to true>>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $workoutf>> <<case 0>> <<run advanceTime()>> $fmc stepped into the fitness room of the building, her leggings hugging her thighs with a taut precision. She paused at the mirror, tying her hair up into a loose bun, watching her own reflection—her lips still slightly plumped from that morning. The gym was quiet. Just the hum of the AC, the distant clank of weights, and the rhythmic thump of someone’s treadmill session echoing through. She walked to the squat rack, set her towel, adjusted her stance... <<if $questm is 0>> Her movements were sharper than usual, almost aggressive. Each squat, each controlled lift burned hotter than the last. Her breath came faster, not just from exertion—but frustration. Her mind drifted involuntarily back to the morning. The way he stiffened under her fingers... then softened. The awkward silence. The way her thighs clenched after storming away. <<fmc>> Tch... fucker. <</fmc>> She loaded more weight than usual. Every repetition was a silent punishment—half for him, half for herself. Sweat clung to her back. Her breathing was ragged. She wanted to scream. Instead, she dropped the bar back on the rack with a sharp clang that echoed down the [[empty corridor.|GYM]] <<else>>Her hips moved with an effortless rhythm as she dropped into each squat. That post-release looseness flowed through her. Her muscles, still humming from earlier, embraced the exercise like a dance. There was a small, self-satisfied smirk on her lips. She caught herself grinning at the mirror as she shifted to dumbbells. <<fmc>> Now that’s what I call a protein shake... <</fmc>> She did her sets slow, deliberate, focused—like her body finally trusted her again. By the time she was done, she wasn’t just stronger—she was glowing. The receptionist glanced up as she left, [[visibly flustered.|GYM]] <</if>> <div class="system-message"> ✅ Task Completed: Gym Strength Session 💪 Strength +1 </div> <<set $fmcs.strength to $fmcs.strength + 1>> <<set $workoutf to $workoutf +1>> <<set $workoutdone to true>> <<case 1>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<set $workoutdone to true>> fmc stood in front of the mirror, ponytail high, leggings tight against her curves — and no one to impress but herself. The barbell gleamed under the overhead lights. Heavier than Tuesday. Just like it should be. She wrapped her fingers around the cold steel, breath steady. Down. Push. Up. No moans. No theatrics. Just power. The kind that started in her hips and roared up through her spine. Her chest heaved as she racked the weight. She saw it in the mirror — a faint line down her abs, shoulders tighter, ass rounder, higher. <<fmc>> That’s it… fucking earning it. <</fmc>> Set after set, her body obeyed. Controlled. Hungry. Almost… cocky. She dropped the dumbbells, sweat gleaming across her collarbones — and smiled. She didn’t just feel strong. [[She looked dangerous.|GYM]] <div class="system-message"> 💪 Strength increased! (+1) 📈 XP Gained: +25 </div> <<set $fmcs.xp += 25>> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $workoutf += 1>> <<case 2>> She wrapped her fingers around the cold steel, breath steady. <<run advanceTime()>> <<set $workoutdone to true>> Down. Push. Up. No moans. No theatrics. Just power. The kind that started in her hips and roared up through her spine. Her chest heaved as she racked the weight. She saw it in the mirror — a faint line down her abs, shoulders tighter, ass rounder, higher. <div class="system-message"> 💪 Strength increased! (+1) 📈 XP Gained: +25 </div> [[Finish workout|GYM]] <<set $fmcs.xp += 25>> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<if $fmcs.xp >= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! 📊 All stats increased by +1 🎯 XP to Next Level: $fmcs.xpToNext </div> <<set $fmcs.level += 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp -= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $fmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $fmcs.stamina += 1>> <<set $fmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $fmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $fmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints to $fmcs.statPoints + 5>> <</if>> <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $walkm>> <<case 0>> <<set $questm to $questm + 1>> The sun was low on the horizon, casting a warm amber glow across the park. Leaves rustled in the breeze, birds chirped from high boughs, and $mmc’s footsteps crunched against gravel as he moved steadily along the winding path. <<run advanceTime()>> No music. No distractions. Just breath and motion. <div class="system-message"> 🌿 Task Active: "Restore Aura Presence Through Natural Flow" 📏 Target Distance: 3.5 km 📌 Terrain Bonus: +8% Efficiency (Natural Ground) </div> With every step, his body loosened. Gym soreness melted into rhythm. A runner passed him. Then a couple holding hands. But he wasn’t competing. He was reclaiming space. Quietly, fully. <div class="system-message"> 🏃 Distance Completed: 1.8 km 🧬 Stamina Regulation Increased ⚙️ Agility +1 </div> He turned at the pond, watching ducks ripple through the water. A deep inhale. The air here didn’t just fill his lungs—it cleared static from his thoughts. By the time he reached the old stone bench at the trail’s edge, the sky had shifted to a dusky violet. <div class="system-message"> ✅ Task Completed: 3.6 km Walk 💠 XP Gained: 50 ⚡ Aura Signature Synced: 25% 🦵 Agility +1 </div> <<set $mmcs.agility to $mmcs.agility + 1>> <<set $mmcs.xp to $mmcs.xp + 50>> <<set $walkm to $walkm + 1>> He stretched, sweat cooling along his back. Tired. [[But not drained.|Park]] <<case 1>> The air was cooler today. Crisp, edged with the promise of summer fading. $mmc’s strides were steady now. No tension in the ankles, no tightness in the thighs. His body remembered the rhythm from the first walk — and pushed further. <div class="system-message"> 📍 Target: 4.5 km Walk initiated... </div> With each lap, his breath synchronized. Movement effortless. Thoughts clear. By the time he reached the final curve of the path, his pulse was steady — but the system pinged differently this time. <div class="system-message"> 📋 Mission complete! +50 XP Stamina +1 </div> <<run advanceTime()>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! All stats increased by +1 Next Level XP Requirement: $mmcs.xpToNext </div> He slowed down under a tall tree, letting the breeze cool his neck. <<mmc>> Huh... everything went up? Even perception? <</mmc>> His hand briefly tightened into a fist. The blood in his body felt... lighter. More alive. <<mmc>> Alright then. This... is working. <</mmc>> He stood in silence, watching the city pulse in the distance. The system wasn’t just numbers [[it was changing him.|Park]] <<set $mmcs.xp += 50>> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $walkm to $walkm + 1>> <<if $mmcs.xp >= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.xp -= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.level += 1>> <<set $mmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $mmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $mmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $mmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints to $mmcs.statPoints +5>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <div class="system-message"> 📍 Target: 5 km Walk initiated... </div> With each lap, his breath synchronized. Movement effortless. Thoughts clear. <<run advanceTime()>> <div class="system-message"> 🫀 Stamina +1 📈 XP Gained: +25 </div> [[Finish walking|Park]] <<set $mmcs.xp += 25>> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<if $mmcs.xp >= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! All stats increased by +1 Next Level XP Requirement: $mmcs.xpToNext </div> <<set $mmcs.xp -= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.level += 1>> <<set $mmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $mmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $mmcs.agility += 1>> <<set $mmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $mmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $mmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints to $mmcs.statPoints +5>> <</if>> <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div> <<set $walkdone to true>>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $walkdone to true>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<switch $walkf>> <<case 0>> <<if $questm is 0>> Her strides were long, sharp, almost angry. She passed couples walking dogs, teens on benches, joggers nodding politely—none of it registered. Every breath she took was like fuel to a fire that hadn’t burned out since morning. Her thighs pressed tighter with each step. Her eyes flicked to every male form that passed, involuntary, judging, measuring... needing. <<fmc>> You couldn’t just get it up. Seriously. <</fmc>> Her pace quickened. Frustration tingled down her spine, making her toes curl inside her shoes. By the time she reached the park's end, her pulse was elevated—but not from the walk. [[She walked slowly.|Park]] <div class="system-message"> ✅ Task Completed: 3.2 km Walk 💠 XP Gained: 50 ⚡ Aura Signature Synced: 25% 🦵 Agility +1 </div> <<set $questm to 2>> <<set $fmcs.agility to $fmcs.agility + 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp to $fmcs.xp + 50>> <<set $walkf to $walkf + 1>> <<else>> Calmly. The breeze toyed with loose strands of her hair, and for once, she let it. <<set $questm to 3>> Her thoughts were quiet. Not empty—just... still. Each step reminded her of the way he gripped her hips that morning. The way she swallowed his moans, feeling him pulse between her lips. Her body was already fed. For now. <<fmc>> Much better. <</fmc>> She took a deep breath, watching a golden retriever splash in a puddle and smiled—genuinely. Her steps were light, her balance easy. [[And just like that…|Park]] <div class="system-message"> ✅ Task Completed: 3.2 km Walk 💠 XP Gained: 50 ⚡ Aura Signature Synced: 25% 🦵 Agility +1 </div> <<set $fmcs.agility to $fmcs.agility + 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp to $fmcs.xp + 50>> <<set $walkf to $walkf + 1>> <</if>> <<case 1>> The wind tugged gently at her shirt, just enough to ripple it against her skin. $fmc’s steps were easy now — not lazy, just smooth. Glutes and thighs already pumped from gym work. This was the cooldown. The reset. But her body didn’t cool. It hummed. Like it had plans. <div class="system-message"> 📍 Target: 4.5 km Walk initiated... </div> Around her, the city moved slow. The park was half-empty. Just enough space to let her mind wander. Every lap was cleaner than the last. Breath. Step. Swing. Everything synced — and beneath it all, a silent burn that made her smirk to herself. By the fourth lap, she was already calculating tomorrow’s sets. By the fifth — she was imagining hands that weren’t hers on her hips, guiding each swing with hungry precision. She didn’t shake the thought. She fed it. <div class="system-message"> 📋 Mission Complete! +25 XP 🫀 Stamina +1 </div> <<fmc>> Hmm. No wonder they’re starting to stare. <</fmc>> [[Back home, still burning.|Park]] <<set $fmcs.xp += 25>> <<set $fmcs.stamina += 1>> <<set $walkf += 1>> <<if $fmcs.xp >= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! 📊 All stats increased by +1 🎯 XP to Next Level: $fmcs.xpToNext </div> <<set $fmcs.level += 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp -= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $fmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $fmcs.stamina += 1>> <<set $fmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $fmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $fmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints to $fmcs.statPoints + 5>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <div class="system-message"> 📍 Target: 5 km Walk initiated. </div> <<set $fmcs.xp += 25>> Every lap was cleaner than the last. Breath. Step. Swing. Everything synced — and beneath it all, a silent burn that made her smirk to herself. <div class="system-message"> 🫀 Stamina +1 📈 XP Gained: +25 </div> [[Finish walking|Park]] <<if $fmcs.xp >= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! 📊 All stats increased by +1 🎯 XP to Next Level: $fmcs.xpToNext </div> <<set $fmcs.level += 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp -= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $fmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $fmcs.strength += 1>> <<set $fmcs.stamina += 1>> <<set $fmcs.intelligence += 1>> <<set $fmcs.perception += 1>> <<set $fmcs.charm += 1>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints to $fmcs.statPoints + 5>> <</if>> <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $workm>> <<case 0>> The office felt colder than he remembered. <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, and the scent of stale coffee mixed with the sterile tang of air conditioning. After two weeks away, $mmc's desk was buried in reports, requests, and flagged system alerts—all blinking impatiently like abandoned children. He sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work. Hours passed in mechanical repetition—forms reviewed, permissions approved, tasks rerouted. The weight of neglected responsibilities piled high, each click of the interface dragging him further into numb routine. At some point, he gave up and stepped outside for a breather. The building’s rooftop balcony was quiet, save for the wind rustling against the guardrails. And then she was there. <<Hailey>> (pulling her blazer tighter, eyes cold) Don’t even look at me. <</Hailey>> Her voice sliced through the silence. $mmc blinked, caught off guard—not just by her sudden appearance, but by the venom in her tone. <<mmc>> Wait—Hailey? I wasn’t gonna say anything. You’re the one who— <</mmc>> <<Hailey>> (cutting him off, sharp) If you mention anything about last night, to anyone, I’ll have you out of this building before you can blink. <</Hailey>> She turned before he could speak again, heels clicking hard against concrete as she stormed off—leaving him stunned, mouth half-open, heart pounding in his ears. <div class="system-message"> 🩺 Status Alert: Emotional Disruption Detected. ⚠️ Player Aura Output: Critically Low. 📉 Influence Threshold: Not Met. 💡 Suggestion: Physical Enhancement Required to restore systemic efficacy. ▶︎ Nearest Facility: Gym - Open Access Authorized. </div> He stared at the message as the rooftop emptied around him. Something had shifted—and not just in Hailey. His presence wasn’t enough anymore. With a heavy breath, $mmc turned back toward the elevator. <<mmc>> Guess it’s time to remind this damn system what I’m made of. <</mmc>> And with that, he finished today work. [[İts time to do the daily task.|MMCDESK]] <<set $workm to $workm + 1>> <<case 1>> <<if $questm == 1 or $questm == 3>> $mmc walked through the open-space floor, the click of his shoes echoing just slightly between cubicles. The HR department door was ajar — warm light spilled into the corridor. Then that voice. <<sophia>> Well hello there, stranger. <</sophia>> Sophia stepped into the doorway. Tight blouse. Pencil skirt that hugged every sinful inch of her hips. Chestnut hair tied up in a messy bun that somehow made her look even more fuckable. She smiled — slow, deliberate, lips slightly parted like she already tasted you in her head. <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<sophia>> What, missed the thrill of corporate slavery? <</sophia>> <<mmc>> Missed the coffee, mostly. <</mmc>> She leaned against the doorframe, arms folded — only it pushed her heavy tits up, making her cleavage pop through the open top buttons like a silent dare. <<sophia>> Oh honey... you come to HR, I’ll brew you something stronger than coffee. <</sophia>> Her gaze dipped. She was undressing him with her eyes — slow, lazy, like she had all day. Just then, from the corner of the room — Hailey. She stood near the printer, tapping through her phone. But something in her body language shifted when she heard Sophia’s voice. Her eyes lifted. They met MMC’s for just a moment. Only a second — but her breath caught. Her gaze lingered. Like she noticed something new. Something... harder. Hungrier. Her cheeks flushed. She quickly turned back to her phone, muttering something under her breath before disappearing into the far corridor. Sophia didn’t miss a beat. <<sophia>> You got girls blushing already? Mmm. Dangerous energy for a Thursday morning. <</sophia>> She stepped closer — too close — her perfume now unmistakable: jasmine and heat. <<sophia>> You ever get bored in your department... just know I love training people. One-on-one. <</sophia>> <<mmc>> I’ll keep that in mind. <</mmc>> She gave him a wink that could melt steel, then turned, her thick ass swaying like a clock ticking in slow motion. MMC stood still for a second longer, a smirk tugging at his lips. <<set $workm to $workm + 1>> [[Then — back to work.|MMCDESK]] <<else>> $mmc walked across the open-space floor, the click of his shoes dull, almost hesitant. The HR department door stood open — the same warm light spilling out, but it barely registered. He moved slower than usual, posture lacking its usual confidence. Then he heard her voice. <<sophia>> Morning. <</sophia>> Sophia appeared in the doorway, holding a mug in both hands. Her blouse was neat, skirt modest — the whole look clean and professional. No teasing smile. No glimmer in her eyes. <<mmc>> Hey... morning. <</mmc>> She nodded, lips curling in a polite smile, nothing more. <<sophia>> Hope your transition back’s going smooth. HR’s always around if you need anything. <</sophia>> <<mmc>> Appreciate it. <</mmc>> He noticed her eyes flick over him just once — brief, distant. No heat. No hunger. She took a sip of her coffee and leaned back against the doorframe, cool and reserved. Across the office, Hailey stood near the printer. She glanced up — just a passing glance. Their eyes met for a moment, but it passed without weight. No shift in her breath. No flush. She went right back to scrolling her phone like nothing had happened. <<sophia>> Well, back to the grind, I guess. <</sophia>> She stepped back inside the HR office, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. $mmc lingered in the hallway for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he moved on — no smirk, no spark. Just back to work. <<set $workm to $workm + 1>> [[Then — back to work.|MMCDESK]] <</if>> <<case 2>> Nothing to do here right now, [[go back to office|MMCDESK]] <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div> <<set $workdone to true>>

<div class="system-box"> <<switch $workf>> <<case 0>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<run advanceTime()>> $fmc walked into the office with her usual poise, coffee in hand, her skirt hugging her hips with dangerous precision. The atmosphere was alive with morning chatter and soft keyboard clatter. She made her way toward the break area where Oliver stood alone, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked up as she approached, offering a boyish smile. <<Oliver>> Hey, you’re look different this morning whats up ? <</Oliver>> $fmc smirked, taking a slow sip from her own cup before responding. <<if $questm == 0 or $questm== 2>> Her gaze flicked up, lips curling slightly. <<fmc>> Wouldn’t you like to know... <</fmc>> She took a small step closer, her perfume gently wrapping around him. There was a lingering heat in her eyes—subtle, but unmistakable. <<fmc>> Let’s just say... sleep wasn’t the problem. <</fmc>> Oliver blinked. Her voice was velveted with tension, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. <<Oliver>> Damn... rough morning? <</Oliver>> <<fmc>> More like unfinished business. <</fmc>> Her fingers brushed his forearm as she reached for a napkin on the table, [[deliberately slow.|FMCDESK]] <<else>> $fmc smiled, casual and content, her body language open but composed. <<fmc>> Hmm, maybe both. Nothing like a proper wake-up next to my hubby for start the day right. <</fmc>> She laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. <<Oliver>> Heh, well whatever it is, keep doing it. You’re glowing. <</Oliver>> <<fmc>> Duly noted. <</fmc>> She clinked her cup gently against his, then turned to head toward her desk—shoulders relaxed, every step unhurried. No extra glances. [[No ache lingering under her skin.|FMCDESK]] <</if>> <<set $workf to $workf + 1>> <<case 1>> <<set $workf to $workf + 1>> <<if $questm is 2>> The office buzz had thinned by lunchtime. Desks were quieter, keyboards paused. Most people had either stepped out or sunk into their phones, waiting for the break to pass. $fmc sat at her desk, legs crossed, the slit of her skirt revealing a little more thigh than usual. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Not today. Not when everything inside her buzzed with tension. Her fingers drummed against her coffee cup — restless, distracted. Then he passed by. Mark. Casual as always — shirt unbuttoned just low enough, sleeves rolled up over his forearms, that cocky little smirk like he already knew he’d be in someone’s bed tonight. He glanced over. Paused. <<mark>> You always this lost in thought, or is it just when I walk by? <</mark>> $fmc looked up through her lashes, the corner of her mouth curling. <<fmc>> I get distracted when pretty things pass too close. Dangerous habit, I know. <</fmc>> He leaned against the edge of her desk, arms folded — the way his eyes scanned her legs wasn’t even subtle. He wasn’t trying to be. <<mark>> So what’s got you wound up today? Didn’t get what you needed last night? <</mark>> Her smile sharpened. <<fmc>> Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I’m still waiting for someone worth unwrapping. <</fmc>> Mark raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting lower before settling on her mouth. The air between them thickened — playful, charged, like someone was about to cross a line on purpose. <<mark>> I’ve got unwrapping skills. You should see me at Christmas. <</mark>> She tilted her head, voice low and silken. <<fmc>> I prefer birthdays. More personal. More... indulgent. <</fmc>> Mark’s grin widened. <<mark>> Let me know when yours is. I’ll bring the candles. <</mark>> $fmc held his gaze, her foot slowly brushing against his leg beneath the desk — just a graze, but enough to say I’m playing. And she was. She didn’t care. Not today. [[Not when the ache inside her still pulsed, unsatisfied.|FMCDESK]] <<elseif $questm == 3>> The office air was cool, filtered, and faintly buzzing with fluorescent lights. But $fmc radiated heat. She wasn’t doing anything overt — just typing, focused, lips slightly parted as she read through an email. But her posture, the way she crossed her legs, the soft arch of her neck when she sipped her coffee — it all whispered the same thing. Touched. Satisfied. Fuckable. And Mark noticed. He paused near the printer, glancing over — then doing a double take. His usual swagger faltered just slightly. There was something different about her today. He walked over. <<mark>> You, uh… get promoted or something? <</mark>> $fmc looked up, her expression calm, unreadable — but the glint in her eye gave her away. <<fmc>> Nope. Why? <</fmc>> He leaned on the cubicle edge, eyes dragging down her body like he couldn’t help himself. <<mark>> I don’t know. You’ve got this look like… someone just worshipped you and made you breakfast. <</mark>> She smiled slowly — and didn’t deny it. <<fmc>> Maybe I just slept well. <</fmc>> Mark chuckled, but his gaze stayed locked on her lips. <<mark>> Whatever it was… you’re glowing. And I’m over here thinking I need to start offering morning services. <</mark>> $fmc tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand. <<fmc>> You think you’re qualified? <</fmc>> He bit back a grin. <<mark>> I mean… you look like you’ve had filet mignon. I’m probably more of a… dirty cheeseburger kind of guy. <</mark>> She laughed — low, soft, indulgent. <<fmc>> Mm, I don’t eat greasy things after a five-star course. <</fmc>> Mark raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking as he backed away. <<mark>> Noted. But if you ever get hungry again… I’ve got extra napkins. <</mark>> She didn’t even turn to watch him go — just smirked to herself and kept typing, her fingers moving with perfect ease. There was power in being wanted. [[But even more in being already taken.|FMCDESK]] <<else>> Nothing special happened during the work hours. [[Finish the day|FMCDESK]] <</if>> <<case 2>> Nothing to do here right now, [[go back to office|FMCDESK]] <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div>

✅ XP Kontrolü ve Level Atlatma Mekanizması Bunu XP kazandığın her sahneden sonra çağırman yeterli. Örnek olarak mmcs için: <<if $mmcs.xp >= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.level += 1>> <<set $mmcs.xp -= $mmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $mmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $mmcs.statPoints to $mmcs.statPoints +5>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! 📈 New Level: $mmcs.level 🧬 Stat Points +5 🎯 XP to Next Level: $mmcs.xpToNext </div> <</if>> 🧪 Aynı kod fmcs için de şöyle olacak: <<if $fmcs.xp >= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $fmcs.level += 1>> <<set $fmcs.xp -= $fmcs.xpToNext>> <<set $fmcs.xpToNext += 10>> <<set $fmcs.statPoints to $fmcs.statPoints +5>> <div class="system-message"> 🆙 Level Up! 📈 New Level: $fmcs.level 🧬 Stat Points +5 🎯 XP to Next Level: $fmcs.xpToNext </div> <</if>>

<<if $route == 0 or $route == 3>> <<set $player1 to not $player1>> <</if>> <<set $workdone to false>> <<set $workoutdone to false>> <<set $walkdone to false>> <div class="system-box"> <<switch $sleepf>> <<case 0>> Steam curled from the surface of the black coffee as $fmc leaned against the counter. Her robe hung lazily off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and the subtle curve of her hip. A flicker in her vision. <<fmc>> Oh? <</fmc>> A translucent system window pulsed into existence in front of her eyes. <div class="system-message"> 🎯 Player Selected: FEMALE 📋 Daily Task Assigned: • Gym + Walk (50 XP) ⚠️ Penalty for failure: Arousal management instability. </div> <<fmc>> Of course it’s me today… Let’s see how *he’s* been behaving. <</fmc>> She took a sip from the mug, her lips curling into something darker. <<fmc>> If he’s slacking off… I’ll find other ways to stay entertained. <</fmc>> <<set $sleepf to $sleepf + 1>> [[And the husband finaly waked up|57]] <<case 1>> [[Start the day|Bedroom]] <<case 2>> <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div>

<<if $route == 0 or $route == 3>> <<set $player1 to not $player1>> <</if>> <<set $workdone to false>> <<set $workoutdone to false>> <<set $walkdone to false>> <div class="system-box"> <<switch $sleepm>> <<case 0>> <<set $sleepm to $sleepm + 1>> $mmc woke up to the soft light spilling through the blinds, stretching as his hand instinctively reached for $fmc beside him. <<mmc>> Come on babe, time to wake up. <</mmc>> <<if $questm is 0>> He leaned in and whispered against her neck. <<mmc>> Come on babe, you are going to be late. <</mmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/15.mp4"> </video> $fmc stirred with a groggy grunt and flipped him off without turning over. <<fmc>> What the hell, let me sleep. <</fmc>> $mmc stood there, staring at her back. She didn't move. He sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the room—unsatisfied and alone. <<elseif $questm is 1>> $mmc smirked and tugged the blanket down to expose her thighs. <<mmc>> I know how to wake you up properly. <</mmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/18.mp4"> </video> His fingers slid up her inner thigh, slipping under the waistband of her panties. He gave her a teasing stroke—then a firm slap on her ass. The sound cracked in the quiet room. But she didn’t react. No moan. No shift. Nothing. He frowned, lips pressed tight, and pulled his hand away. <<mmc>> Guess it’s not working today... <</mmc>> He grabbed his shirt off the chair and walked out, frustration tightening in his chest. <<elseif $questm is 2>> He rolled on top of her, brushing her hair aside and guiding her lips toward his length. She obeyed, warm mouth wrapping around him slowly, but… he remained soft. No response. She looked up, confused. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/16.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> You're not even hard... <</fmc>> He exhaled heavily, his voice low and ashamed. <<mmc>> Sorry… it’s a system thing. I skipped something. <</mmc>> He didn’t wait for a reply—he couldn’t. He pulled away and sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders tense. Then he left the room in silence, disappointment hanging off him like a weight. <<elseif $questm is 3>> He pulled her close, lips brushing along her shoulder as he whispered: <<mmc>> Come here, babe… I need you. <</mmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/17.mp4"> </video> She woke with a hum, fingers already gliding down his abs, finding him hard and throbbing. Her mouth curled into a smirk. <<fmc>> Mmm… someone’s ready to play. <</fmc>> She slid under the covers, her tongue teasing along the underside of his shaft before taking him fully into her mouth. Slow. Deep. He groaned, one hand threading into her hair. After a minute, she turn around him, straddling him as her soaked pussy pressed against his cock. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/19.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> Yess baby take me just like that. <</fmc>> He grabbed her hips and slid into her—both of them gasping. She bounced, moaning louder with each thrust until the rhythm became frenzied. Then, without warning, she dismounted, dropped between his legs, and finished him with her mouth licking him clean as he spilled down her throat. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/20.mp4"> </video> He lay back, panting. <<mmc>> That’s the energy I need. Love you, babe. Let’s crush the day. <</mmc>> <</if>> [[Start the day|Bedroom]] <<case 1>> [[Start the day|ROUTE]] <<set $sleepm to 2>> <<case 2>>  [[Start the day|Bedroom]] <<case 3>>  <<case 4>>  <<case 5>>  <<case 6>>  <<case 7>>  <<case 8>>  <<case 9>>  <<case 10>>  <<default>>  <</switch>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> The sound of footsteps behind her drew her attention. <<fmc>> Look who finally woke up… <</fmc>> She turned, eyes softening as $mmc stepped into the kitchen, shirtless, hair tousled, looking like sleep still clung to his skin. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/9.mp4"> </video> <<mmc>> Morning babe <</mmc>> $fmc moved across the floor without hesitation and wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her body flush against his. <<fmc>> We barely touched each other yesterday... I missed you. <</fmc>> His hands found her waist, fingers grazing the exposed skin under her robe. Their lips met without urgency, slow and savoring. Breath mingled. Tongues teased. She pushed her body up on her toes to deepen the kiss, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. His cock twitched under her palm as she began to stroke him, slowly, deliberately, watching his expression shift with each squeeze. <<fmc>> Already hard? You’re either insatiable… or you’ve been starving. <</fmc>> Her voice was low, teasing—yet hungry. One hand caressed his chest while the other continued to work him, steady and firm. He groaned into her neck, and her breath hitched at the sound. Their eyes met. Charged. Unspoken heat crackling in the still kitchen. Then she lowered herself, wordlessly, knees brushing the cool tile as her robe slipped even lower down her shoulders... <<fmc>> Let’s start the day properly, shall we? <</fmc>> <<if $questm is 0>> $fmc lowered herself, knees brushing the cool tile as her robe slipped even lower down her shoulders. Her eyes stayed locked on his as her hands slid down his hips, fingers grazing his skin, feeling the heat and pulse between his legs. But just as her lips parted, ready to take him into her mouth— <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/10.mp4"> </video> —he softened. Slowly. Awkwardly. Her brow furrowed. Her hand paused. His cock, once aching and hard, now drooped between her fingers like a tease denied. <<fmc>> ...what the fuck? <</fmc>> She looked up at him, blinking in genuine confusion. Frustration simmered just beneath her voice. <<fmc>> Are you serious right now? You didn't do your task, did you? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> I... I don’t know. I meant to. I just didn’t. <</mmc>> $fmc stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, disbelief and arousal clashing violently in her chest. Her breath hitched—not from lust now, but from annoyance. <<fmc>> You got me *this* worked up and now you’re just... what? Going soft on me? <</fmc>> She stood, sharply, her robe falling shut as she turned away. <<fmc>> Unbelievable. <</fmc>> Without another word, she stormed out of the kitchen and disappeared into their bedroom, the [[door clicking shut behind her.|Bedroom]] <<else>> $fmc lowered herself, knees brushing the cool tile as her robe slipped even lower down her shoulders. Her eyes stayed locked on his as her hands slid down his hips, fingers grazing his skin, feeling the heat and the growing tension pulsing beneath his waistband. He was already hard. Thick. Heavy. Ready for her. Her lips parted, breath catching just before she leaned in. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/11.mp4"> </video> After a little $mmc couldnt hold herself. <<mmc>> Wait... not like that. <</mmc>> He pulled her up by the arms, drawing her body flush against his. Their mouths collided—urgent, deep. His hand slipped beneath her robe, gripping the back of her thigh and lifting her slightly as her leg hooked around his hip. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/12.mp4"> </video> $fmc gasped into his mouth, then moaned when he pressed her back against the counter and slid inside her in one steady, slow thrust. <<fmc>> Fuck... yes… baby ahh, harder... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Yeah you want it harder huh <</mmc>> <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/13.mp4"> </video> $mmc start thrushing hips harder, faster. $fmc couldnt talk anymore, just moaned. The kitchen was bathed in golden morning light, their bodies moving in rhythm against the marble. His hands roamed her back, her ass, pulling her closer, deeper. $fmc bit his shoulder, muffling a cry as he hit just the right spot. His semen leaking out from her pussy. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/ch1/14.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> We should... miss days more often... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Not if it makes you this greedy every time. <</mmc>> She smirked, her breath shaky. <<fmc>> Try me. <</fmc>> Their bodies rocked together harder, faster. The room echoed with wet sounds and hushed moans. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck as her climax built like a wave. Moments later, their release crashed together raw, intense, breathless. He held her there for a moment, both of them trembling, still joined. Then she leaned her forehead against his. <<fmc>> Now *that*... is how we [[start the day.|Bedroom]] <</fmc>> <</if>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $questm == 0>> <div class="system-message"> ❌ MISSION FAILURE Both players failed to complete their assigned quests. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN INITIATED. Searching for replacement candidates... </div> [[End of Simulation|quest0]] <<elseif $questm == 2>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Male Player Incomplete Female player completed her tasks. As a result, **the male player's progression will now be subject to the female player's choices.** Partial control rerouted to FEMALE PLAYER. </div> [[Proceed to solo mode: Female Dominant|quest2]] <<elseif $questm == 1>> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Female Player Incomplete Male player completed his missions. As a result, **the female player's progression will now be dictated by the male player's decisions.** Partial control rerouted to MALE PLAYER. </div> [[Proceed to solo mode: Male Dominant|quest1]] <<elseif $questm == 3>> <div class="system-message"> ✅ QUEST SUCCESS Both players completed their missions. SYNC RATIO 100% UNLOCKING FINAL STAGE: SHARED CONTROL ROUTE </div> [[Dual Player Protocol Activated|quest3]] <</if>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $questm == 0>> <div class="system-message"> ❌ MISSION FAILURE Welcome to the first ENDING of the simulation. The core purpose of the system is **growth through task completion** — which requires at least one player to fulfill their daily missions. Unfortunately, both players failed, and the system cannot proceed under these conditions. <br><br> You can either **restart the simulation from the beginning**, or go back to the final decision phase via [[CH1 start]]. Exploring alternative routes might reveal new dynamics. <br><br> 🔹 **If you're unsure how to complete tasks:** Simply have your current character visit the **GYM** and **PARK**, and use the **Walk** or **Workout** actions. That’s all it takes. <br><br> 🔸 Choosing the **female-only route** will result in the **female player becoming dominant**, with the male becoming more passive. 🔸 Choosing the **male-only route** leads to a **dominant male player**, while the female becomes more submissive. 🔸 Completing **both players’ missions** unlocks the most content — leading to an open, non-cheating, **shared-control relationship**. <br> ➤ If you're aiming for a **Harem route** as the male, focus on completing **male quests only**. ➤ If you're looking for **cheating dynamics** from the female, have her complete her tasks while the male neglects his. <br><br> Thank you for playing. Choose your path — and let the system evolve with you. </div> <a class="patreon-button" href="https://www.patreon.com/c/Duolevelling" target="_blank">Support on Patreon</a> </div> <</if>>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Female Player Incomplete Welcome to the **Male-Dominant Route** of the simulation. The male player has completed all his assigned tasks, demonstrating discipline, consistency, and control. The female player, however, failed to comply — as a result, **the system has transferred control and progression power to the male.** <br><br> 🔸 In this route, the **male player becomes the central point of power and decision-making**. 🔸 The female character will be gradually repositioned into a more submissive, reactive role. 🔸 Scenes will lean toward **dominance, discipline, and male-centric branching**, including potential themes of **ownership, control, and reward-based dynamics**. <br><br> 🚫 **Warning:** If you're not comfortable with **submissive female dynamics**, this may not be the ideal route for you. In that case, consider restarting or returning to the [[CH1 start]] passage to explore a different alignment. <br><br> ✅ **Content Highlights in This Route:** - Male-led erotic dominance - Reward systems based on male success - Optional power imbalance scenes - Expanded access to **Harem Route** later in the game (if female neglect continues) <br><br> The system evolves with your choices. Proceed with awareness. </div> [[Proceed to solo mode: Male Dominant|quest1.1]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Male Player Incomplete Welcome to the **Female-Dominant Route** of the simulation. The female player has completed her daily tasks with precision and intent. The male, however, failed to meet the system's minimum threshold — resulting in a shift of control to the female. <br><br> 🔸 In this configuration, the **female player becomes the active driver of power and progression**. 🔸 The male character will respond more passively, and gradually experience **loss of initiative** within relationship and erotic dynamics. 🔸 Scenes in this route include **female-led control, teasing, punishments, and emotional or sexual power imbalance**. <br><br> ⚠️ **Important Note:** This route may involve themes such as: - **Cheating** (female-exclusive) - **Denial, teasing, and erotic frustration** (for the male) - **Power imbalance** favoring the female player <br> If you’re **not interested in female-led dominance or NTR-style scenes**, this route may not suit your preferences. You can always [[return to CH1|CH1 start]] and retry with adjusted priorities. <br><br> ✅ **Content Highlights in This Route:** - Female erotic authority - Potential for cheating / emotional displacement - Male submission and sidelining - Early access to **Female Expansion Routes** <br><br> Remember — the system doesn’t punish. It adapts. It gives control to the one who earned it. </div> [[Proceed to solo mode: Female Dominant|quest2.1]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ✅ QUEST SUCCESS: Shared Progression Route Congratulations. Both players have completed their daily missions. The simulation has now entered its **highest tier of synchronization**: a balanced, shared-control dynamic between both partners. <br><br> 🔸 In this route, **both players remain active, evolving, and sexually empowered**. 🔸 There is **no cheating** in this path — all intimate interactions occur with full transparency and mutual consent. 🔸 Erotic scenes will explore **shared fantasies, consensual exhibitionism, mutual teasing**, and **equal power-play dynamics**. <br><br> ✨ **This is the richest content path in the simulation** — with the highest access to character development, duo-level challenges, bonus scenes, and emotional as well as sexual progression. <br><br> ✅ **Content Highlights in This Route:** - Dual player progression - Emotional + erotic synergy - Shared dominance / alternating control - Complex scenes involving **trust-based experimentation** <br><br> If you're looking for **balanced exploration** — where both characters retain power, desire, and agency — you've made the optimal choices. Let’s see what happens when two forces grow together… without betrayal. </div> [[Dual Player Protocol Activated|quest3.1]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $route to 1>> <<mmc>> (silence for a moment) You couldn’t even walk for an hour? Or hit the gym for two? <</mmc>> <<set $chapter to 1>> <<fmc>> I didn’t think it mattered *that* much, alright? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> But it *does*. You think the system cares if you're tired or not in the mood? It was a fucking *routine*, not a warzone. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Don’t talk to me like I’m lazy. You’ve skipped stuff too. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Yeah, but not this time. Not when it counted. And now I’m left with full control — not because I earned it, but because you didn’t even try. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> You act like that’s some kind of victory. You’re not better than me. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Maybe not. But today, I’m the one who showed up. And you? You lost your place because brushing your hair took priority over *forty pushups*. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (sighs) I didn’t think they’d cut me out so fast... <</fmc>> <<mmc>> It’s not about fast. It’s about *effort*. You gave none. Now you deal with the consequence. And me? I’ll handle what you dropped — for both of us. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> And if I want back in? <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Then earn it. This time, with sweat — not sarcasm. <</mmc>> [[Next|quest1.2]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $route to 2>> <<fmc>> Seriously? You couldn’t just walk for an hour? <</fmc>> <<set $player1 to false>> <<mmc>> I got distracted, alright? There was work, errands... <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Oh please. You had *twenty-four hours*. You just didn’t care enough. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> I didn’t think the system would throw me out over a walk. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> And *that* is exactly why they did. Because you treated it like it didn’t matter. Like *we* didn’t matter. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> It was one day. One set of dumb checkboxes. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> It wasn’t about the walk or the gym. It was about showing up. For *us*. And you didn’t. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (silent) So what now? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Now? I lead. Because I actually did the work. And you? You get to watch and maybe — *maybe* — earn a second chance. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> You’re really leaning into this, huh? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Damn right I am. Not because I want to boss you around — but because I don’t want to let this whole thing fall apart over *laziness*. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (sighs) Fair enough. I’ll do better. If you’ll have me. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> One step at a time. But this time, *I* call the pace. <</fmc>> [[Next|quest2.2]] </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<set $route to 3>> <<mmc>> Huh. Guess two gym sessions and a few laps actually paid off. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> I know, right? Wasn’t even that hard — just needed to not flake. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Kinda wild how something so *simple* could’ve kicked us out. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> Exactly. It wasn’t the difficulty. It was the consistency. And we nailed it. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (shared grin) We really did. No chaos. No fights. Just... discipline. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> And cooperation. I liked that we were checking on each other. Holding each other to it without turning into drill sergeants. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> (shared smile) And now we’ve got shared control. I like the sound of that. <</mmc>> <<fmc>> So do I. We don’t need someone above or below. Just someone beside. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Hey... What if this is the whole point? Not missions. Not stats. But finding out we actually work... better *together*? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> (smiling) Then I’d say the system just proved what I already suspected. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Which is? <</mmc>> <<fmc>> That we’re stronger than any algorithm. And no matter what it throws at us — we’re not just players. <</fmc>> [[Next|guest3.2]] </div>

<div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $haileySchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "Break Room">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('HaileyOffice')"> <img src="media/İntro/Hailey.jpg" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Hailey</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "Office">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == true>> <<if $mmcs.charm >= 20>> <<if $HaileyProgres == 0>> <<set _r to random(1, 5)>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $HaileyAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> You see Hailey with her coffee in her hand. She gives you a sly look. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyoffice.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 2>> Hailey is resting at her desk. When she sees you, she can’t look away for a second. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyoffice2.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 3>> As Hailey stood up, the hem of her skirt lifted just enough to offer a teasing glimpse of the curve beneath—bare, smooth, and impossible not to notice. She paused, catching the shift in your gaze, and with a faint, knowing smirk, reached back to adjust the fabric slowly, deliberately. Your eyes met for the briefest moment, hers shimmering with playful defiance. Then she turned away, her skirt now modest, but the image she left behind burned vividly in your mind. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyoffice3.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 4>> As Hailey stood up, her skirt lifted just enough to reveal the curve of her ass—barely, but deliberately. She caught your stare, smiled slightly, then smoothed it down without a word, eyes glinting as she turned away. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyoffice4.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 5>> You spotted her by the mirror, adjusting her gloss with slow, careful strokes. The tied-up shirt left her midriff bare, her dark hair falling over her shoulders in loose pigtails. She caught your gaze in the mirror’s reflection and smiled—subtle, but knowing. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileybreak.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <</switch>> <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 2>> Her blouse is unbuttoned slightly too much. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> Hailey leans back, legs crossed, watching you. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Her tone is teasing when she speaks. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> She whispers something bold as you pass by. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Charm is not high enough to affect Hailey. You should upgrade your charm from <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Hailey. </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == true>> <<if $mmcs.strength >= 20>> <<if $HaileyProgres == 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $HaileyAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<set _r to random(1, 3)>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> She was sitting at the edge of the bench, legs spread slightly, hands resting between them. The waistband of her tights reached almost to her belly, and the way her skin caught the light made every curve under her tank top stand out. The pink sports bra held her chest high, making each breath look shallow. There was a small, almost secret smile on her lips. As she leaned forward a little, the shadow between her thighs deepened. Beneath the pink fabric, the edge of black underwear barely showed. Every breath made her body seem like it was waiting—tense, ready, as if expecting to be touched. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileygym1.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 2>> She had pulled her tank top halfway up, letting it fall behind her shoulders. The black bra left the area beneath her chest bare. Her short shorts had ridden up, showing not just her inner lines but where her thigh began. With one hand at her waist, thumb pressing lightly at the line of her hip, she held her body turned while her eyes stayed forward. Her long black hair fell down her back. Every small shift of her hips, every breath, seemed more like she was holding a pose than just working out. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileygym2.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 3>> You spotted Hailey across the gym, working with her trainer. She had just lifted her leg onto her shoulder, gripping the bench for balance. The stretch made the line from her waist to her hip look even sharper, shorts clinging to one thigh, almost rolled up on the other. Her breath was quick but steady. For a moment, her eyes met yours—and she smiled, soft but certain, as if she’d noticed you watching all along. The light caught the faint sheen of sweat behind her knee. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileygym3.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <</switch>> <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 2>> She catches your gaze and smirks. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> Hailey bends just a little too slow. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Her stretching becomes... intentional. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> She offers to spot you, hands lingering. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Strength is not high enough to affect Hailey. You should upgrade your Strength from <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Hailey. </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "GYM">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == true>> <<if $mmcs.perception >= 20>> <<if $HaileyProgres == 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $HaileyAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<set _r to random(1, 3)>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> You notice her standing by the tall window, daylight washing over the smooth lines of her tight grey dress. A crystal headband catches stray beams, glittering above her dark, straight hair. She tilts her chin just enough to meet your gaze—lips curling into a knowing half‑smile—before looking away as if the moment never happened. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyclub3.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 2>> She’s perched on the sofa, body angled forward so the hem creeps higher than it probably should. The subtle arch of her back and the idle sway of her heels in the air turn a casual pose into whispered invitation. Even without a word, the curve of her hips and the soft rumple of the fabric speak loud enough. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyclub4.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 3>> Club lights flicker in rhythmic pulses while she glides a hand up the polished pole. Black sequins scatter reflections across her cut‑out dress, sparkling with every breath. Her parted lips linger in mid‑sigh, eyes drifting over the room yet landing nowhere—performing only for the hush that builds around her graceful sway. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileyclub2.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <</switch>> <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 2>> Her dress rides up as she dances. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> She locks eyes with you across the floor. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Her dance is aimed entirely at you. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> Hailey leans in, lips brushing your ear. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Perception is not high enough to affect Hailey. You should upgrade it from: <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Hailey. </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "Club">> <</button>> </div>

<<if $HaileyProgres == 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $HaileyAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres += 1>> <<set _r to random(1, 3)>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> Hailey lies on the couch, phone in hand. <<case 2>> She flips channels absently, clearly bored. <<case 3>> A blanket is half-thrown over her legs as she scrolls. <</switch>> <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 1>> She yawns and stretches lazily. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 2>> Her robe slips off one shoulder. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> She smiles when she sees you staring. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Hailey pats the couch beside her. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> She bites her lip and pulls you closer.

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == true>> <<if $mmcs.agility >= 20>> <<if $HaileyProgres == 0>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $HaileyAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $HaileyAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $HaileyProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<set _r to random(1, 2)>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> You spot her by the path, lifting her tank top just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her waist. The small charm at her belly button catches the sunlight, drawing your gaze. Her denim shorts cling to her hips, and there’s a playful ease in the way she tugs at the fabric—like she knows you’re watching and doesn’t mind at all. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileypark1.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <<case 2>> You see her crouched by the fountain, heels steady on the stone. The black tank top hugs her frame, denim shorts riding up just a little as she balances. She looks up at you, lips curling into a subtle smile. The way she holds your gaze feels natural, as if the moment belongs only to the two of you. <img src="media/Characters/Hailey/Haileypark2.jpg" width="650"> <div class="system-message"> Hailey is affected by your aura: %$HaileyAuraEffect. </div> <</switch>> <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 2>> Her tank top clings to her figure. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> She walks beside you, brushing shoulders. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Hailey laughs and bumps you with her hip. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> She grabs your hand and pulls you off the path. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Agility is not high enough to affect Hailey. You should upgrade it from <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Hailey. </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "Park">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="npc-image-container"> <<if $route == 1 or $route == 2 or $route == 3>> <div class="npc-image-wrapper"> <<if $haileySchedule[$currentDay][$currentBlock] is "Club">> <div class="npc-image-link" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('Haileyclub')"> <img src="media/İntro/Hailey.jpg" alt="Hailey" class="npc-image"> <span class="npc-tooltip">Hailey</span> </div> <</if>> </div> <</if>> </div> <div class="button1-wrapper1"> <<button "City">> <<goto "City">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Male-Dominant Progression Objective Assigned: Hailey, Advance your position at the workplace using her. Complete daily tasks (e.g., walk, workout) to level up and improve your skills. </div> <<mmc>> (taking a deep breath) Fine. First task: Hailey. Let’s see how far I can push this. Time to grind. <</mmc>> <div class="system-message"> Complete your daily tasks to gain experience and level up: - Walk for 1 hour - Workout for 2 hours </div> <<button "Bedroom">> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ⚠️ ROUTE SELECTED: Female-Dominant Progression Objective Assigned: Marcus — Use charm, teasing, and subtle control to influence him. Advance your position at the office through daily tasks and strategic interaction. </div> <<fmc>> Alright then... Marcus is the key. One glance, one smirk — that’s how this starts. Let’s see how far I can take it. <</fmc>> <div class="system-message"> Complete your daily tasks to build influence and level up: - Walk for 1 hour - Workout for 2 hours </div> <<button "Bedroom">> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <div class="system-message"> ✅ ROUTE SELECTED: Shared Control — Balanced Team Route Objective Assigned: Influence both Marcus and Hailey. Use charm, coordination, and subtle moves to rise through the office hierarchy — *together*. Alternate daily tasks to enhance complementary strengths. </div> <<fmc>> Alright, I’ll handle Marcus. Smooth talk, a look here and there — trust me, he won’t know what hit him. <</fmc>> <<mmc>> Then I’ll cover Hailey. Keep it sharp, stay steady. Let’s see how much she notices when I *don’t* chase. <</mmc>> <<button "Bedroom">> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == false>> <<if $fmcs.charm >= 20>> <<if $MarcusProgres == 0>> <<set _r to random(1, 5)>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $MarcusAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $MarcusProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> As $fmc turned to the whiteboard mid-sentence, she noticed Marcus stepping into the room. Her tone didn’t waver, but her posture subtly shifted. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusoffice.mp4"> </video> With a soft, calculated motion, she “accidentally” dropped her pen. As she bent to retrieve it, the hem of her white dress lifted just enough to hint at the bare curve beneath—fleeting, but unmistakable. Marcus paused. His gaze, usually razor-focused, lingered. She straightened slowly, the pen now in hand, eyes meeting his with a flicker of innocent mischief. <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <<case 2>> As she flipped through the documents, her fingers slowed—just enough to let the neckline of her black dress frame her curves like an invitation. The quiet hum of the office was broken only by the soft rustle of paper, until her gaze flicked up… and caught Marcus watching her from across the room. <<fmc>> Oh, I'm sorry—just heading out for a moment. <</fmc>> Her voice was casual, but her hips moved with just a bit more sway as she turned toward the door. Then, as if by accident, her pen slipped from her fingers and rolled across the floor. She paused. Glanced back. And then bent down. Slowly. Deliberately. The tight dress clung to every inch of her as she folded at the waist, giving Marcus a full, uninterrupted view of her perfect arch—calculated and unashamed. She stayed there just long enough to feel the tension in the air thicken. When she rose again, pen in hand, her lips curled into a soft, knowing smirk. <<fmc>> Found it. <</fmc>> She didn't need to look at him to know his eyes hadn’t left her. But she did anyway—just for a second. A flicker of contact, a pulse of heat. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusoffice2.mp4"> </video> <div class="system-message"> Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect. </div> <<case 3>> She bent slightly over her desk, flipping through papers when the faint sound of footsteps made her pause. Marcus. Without turning around, she let out a soft breath—then slowly slipped off her jacket, revealing the tight black dress underneath in full. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusoffice3.mp4"> </video> The room wasn’t hot. She just wanted him to look. Straightening up, she turned with a playful smile. <<fmc>> Meeting’s in ten, boss. Don’t be late. <</fmc>> She walked away without waiting for a response, hips swaying, jacket hanging from one finger. <div class="system-message"> Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect. </div> <<case 4>> She leaned across Marcus’s desk, one knee perched on the chair, the fabric of her dress stretching tight as she pointed at a report on his screen. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusoffice4.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> Here—see that error in the second line? <</fmc>> Her voice was steady, professional. But the position she held was anything but. She knew he could see everything from where he sat. And she didn’t move. Not until a long pause made her glance back over her shoulder—eyes meeting his. <<fmc>> You're awfully quiet, boss. Something distracting? <</fmc>> <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect. </div> <<case 5>> She bent over near his desk, rummaging through the side drawer with focused fingers. The pink shorts she wore rode up with every movement—tight, soft, and barely covering anything. The hem flirted dangerously with the curve beneath, teasing just enough to make his jaw clench. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusoffice5.mp4"> </video> <<fmc>> It’s here somewhere… You did say the Q3 files were in your drawer, right? <</fmc>> Her voice was casual, but her tone dripped with subtle mischief. She didn’t turn to look at him—yet. But she shifted just enough for the shorts to lift higher. She could feel his gaze burning into her. And smiled to herself. <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect. <</switch>> <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 2>> Her blouse is unbuttoned slightly too much. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 3>> Hailey leans back, legs crossed, watching you. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 4>> Her tone is teasing when she speaks. <<elseif $HaileyProgres == 5>> She whispers something bold as you pass by. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Charm is not high enough to affect Marcus. You should upgrade your charm from <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Marcus </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "Office">> <</button>> </div>

<div class="system-box"> <<if $player1 == false>> <<if $fmcs.strength >= 20>> <<if $MarcusProgres == 0>> <<set _r to random(1, 5)>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect += 5>> <<if $MarcusAuraEffect >= 100>> <<set $MarcusAuraEffect = 0>> <<set $MarcusProgres += 1>> <</if>> <<switch _r>> <<case 1>> As $fmc pulled the bar down, her back arched slightly, drawing the fabric of her top higher and shaping every curve beneath. She felt Marcus’s gaze before she saw it — heavy, lingering. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusgym.mp4"> </video> Pausing, she let the bar rise slow, deliberate, then glanced over her shoulder, catching his eyes with hers. A flicker of a smirk touched her lips, teasing, before she turned back, resuming her set as if the moment hadn’t happened — but leaving the air charged between them. <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <<case 2>> As $fmc stretched forward on the mat, her back arched, the curve of her body drawing Marcus’s gaze like a magnet. She held the pose, knowing — feeling — his eyes trace every line. Then, with a slow, deliberate glance over her shoulder, she met his stare, a flicker of mischief in her eyes, before turning away again — leaving the tension thick in the air. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusgym2.mp4"> </video> <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <<case 3>> As $fmc bent forward, stretching with slow precision, the sunlight framed her silhouette, the curve of her form impossible to ignore. She paused, sensing Marcus’s stare, and let her fingers linger near the floor. Then, glancing up just enough to catch his gaze, she offered the faintest, knowing smile — before returning to the stretch, leaving his thoughts scattered. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusgym3.mp4"> </video> <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <<case 4>> As $fmc lay face down on the bench, the deep blue of her leggings hugged every curve. With slow control, she lifted the weight with her feet, drawing it up until it nearly brushed the curve of her hips. She felt Marcus watching — the weight wasn’t the only thing she had under control. A small, subtle shift of her hips, a glance over her shoulder, and the connection was made — wordless, electric. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusgym4.mp4"> </video> <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <<case 5>> As $fmc pedaled, the tight gray leggings outlined every curve, her hips shifting with each motion, the seat barely containing her. She rode steady, but the subtle sway was impossible for Marcus to ignore. She sensed Marcus gaze, glanced back just once — a spark in her eye — then pushed on, leaving him caught between focus and distraction. <video width="825" height="550" controls muted> <source src="media/Characters/fmc/marcusgym5.mp4"> </video> <div class="system-message">Marcus is affected by your aura: %$MarcusAuraEffect.</div> <</switch>> <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 1>> End of the content. <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 2>> Her blouse is unbuttoned slightly too much. <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 3>> Hailey leans back, legs crossed, watching you. <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 4>> Her tone is teasing when she speaks. <<elseif $MarcusProgres == 5>> She whispers something bold as you pass by. <</if>> <<run advanceTime()>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> Your Strenght is not high enough to affect Marcus. You should upgrade your strenght from <<button "Character Stats">> <<goto "Karakter Statları">> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="system-message"> You have nothing to talk about with Marcus. </div> <</if>> <<button "Go Back">> <<goto "GYM">> <</button>> </div>