All characters in this story are at or above the legal age of 18. This story contains nonconsent/reluctance which may not be suitable for all readers. You have been warned.
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A digital message flashes above the elevator door.
1ST FLOOR. RAVENWOOD ACADEMY.
The elevator shaft halts it ascent as I hear mechanical wheels rotate and lock. I let out a loud sigh of excitement. I purposely did not watch any reviews or research any tips. I want the satisfaction of defeating all 13 floors of this virtual reality game.
Here we go.
The polished steel doors of the elevator depart, revealing a quiet hallway of what looks to be a school. The corridor has an arched ceiling which is outlined by darkwood with cream colored walls. There are trophies encased in glass shelves and portraits of what seem to be headmasters outlined with golden frames. A banner that read, "Go Ravens!" hangs loosely at the end of the hall.
This must be a private high school. A very wealthy one.
I step out of the elevator and hear the click clack of stilettos. Looking down at myself, I watch in awe as the clothes I am wearing pixelate into a uniform. Black stilettos, thigh high stockings, a navy mini skirt, and a white button up. I glide my hands over the curves of my new busty physique and a warm sensation rises within me as the softness of the fabric brushes against my nipples.
The game developers must enjoy schoolgirl themed hentai.
I roll my eyes at the thought. Who am I to judge? I made sure my starting character had voluptuous breasts and a perky rump. I had rolled shit on my stats, but I don't know how much that matters since I couldn't access them. I didn't find a Menu or Settings selection in this VR game.
A bell pings in the distance as doors swing open. Students flood the hallway, chatting, laughing, and carrying on. There are multiple NPCs - jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, intro and extroverts - all mixed together with their pristine uniforms. It must've been the last bell of the day as no one seems in a rush to be somewhere.
It doesn't look like there are teachers here, that's strange -
I gasp in surprise as a blunt force knocks me to my hands and knees from behind. [HP:3]
3 HP? So my health is higher than 3. How much damage did that hit do or am I just a very low level?
"Steve! Watch where you're going!" I hear a girl shout. I struggle to regain my footing in my heels, much like a newborn fawn. "I'm sorry Evie," says a deep masculine voice.
Evie. Okay, clever way for the game to tell me my name.
Two hands firmly grip my slender waist and I feel my abs tighten at the unexpected touch. As I turn to look, I see a tall muscular jock wearing a rugby jacket over his uniform who's yanking me to my feet with ease. This must be Steve.
Alright,
Evie
. Time to roleplay your part and get some answers on how this game works.
"It's okay, you hit like a bitch," I say jokingly and turn to view the group. There's two girls beside him with skirts as short as mine, but their shirts are half tucked in with their cleavage showing. One has emerald eyes and yellow curls that stop by her shoulders, the other has auburn eyes and black hair that flows down her back.
This must be the cool crowd.
Steve's brown eyes settle on me, expressionless. He's handsome with a sharp jawline and a crewcut. He pauses before responding, as if his comeback to my comment is loading.
Do they have dialogue trees? Nice! This VR game has roleplay elements.
"You're so witty, Evie. Are you still coming to practice later?" a dark glint flashes in his eyes as he smiles widely at me. Perfect teeth.
"Uhm. Yes! Is that where I'm going to learn the ropes?"
That must be the tutorial. Brilliant.
The girl with the green eyes cheerfully pipes up, "Evie, don't forget to get your cell phone from Professor Magnus' class or you won't get it back until after the weekend!" She lets out a giggle and shifts her weight to one leg - I notice her breasts bounce ever so subtly in her blouse. The other girl points up the hallway to the last room on the right, "I think you can catch the Professor before he leaves, he has extended hours on Friday. We'll see you later!"
As I look back from where she was pointing, I noticed that all three of them began walking away in separate directions. There was no need to follow them, obviously the tutorial began in that room.
Walking down the hallway, I hug the wall as I familiarize myself with the height of my shoes. It's been awhile since I've worn them, and I really like how they make my calves look.
By the time I made it to the right door, the hallway had quieted down as the crowd emptied out. Only a few students are left.
The wooden door is windowless and labeled with a golden plate.
ROOM 101. PROFESSOR MAGNUS.
The door is heavy so I have to use what body weight this character has as leverage. I turn the knob and lunge into it, swinging it open as I manage to catch myself and avoid another fall. I only have 3 HP, and I don't want to die on level 1.
A young professor, maybe in his 30's to late 40's is sitting at his desk with his back facing a row of windows. He has red curly short hair and his toned muscles cleanly line his dress shirt. My abrupt entrance catches the Professor's attention, and I see his piercing blue gaze raise from papers he's flipping through to meet mine. "Ah, Miss Croft. To what do I owe the pleasure?" the last word drips off his sultry voice.
"I.. I'm here to get my-"
"Your exam. Yes, come in and have a seat," he motions to a chair beside his desk. I am confused by this, as I thought the one girl had mentioned I needed to retrieve a cell phone, not an exam. "Preferably with haste, Miss Croft. I have papers to grade. Places to be," he says with slight annoyance.
"Yes, I apologize." I'll ask about the phone later. Need to get in the room first.
I slowly make my way to sit where he gestured, the heavy door closing behind me. As I seat myself, the coldness of the chair's steel sends shivers from my thighs up to my bare rear - Am I wearing a thong?
This game seems very sexual.
Professor Magnus' eyes flicker over my body and I hear him scoff under his breath. "Your uniform is a disgrace, Miss Croft. I should write you up for its mere condition." I blush in embarrassment, tugging at the edges of the skirt to cover more of my lap. "However, there are other ways to punish you." He shuffles through the stack of papers on his desk, no doubt searching for mine.
