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You awake from a black-out that stumbled upon you out of nowhere. Surprisingly enough, yes, it seems fate does want you to keep going on in life because hey-hey, you're still alive!
Even though now half of Connecting Cave is been obliterated. But since it was for a worthy cause, it can be definitely justified in one way or another.
Miss Leading remains in her unconscious state, a few feet away from you. Getting up and dusting yourself off, you make your way over to her, only to make a rather...libido-stroking sight.
Miss' clothes have been torn and ripped as a result of the explosion, exposing a lot of her supple skin. It's not like your clothes are any better, but her, the sight alone.
This is naughty. Way naughty. This shouldn't be a sight of self-pleasure to you, but it is, and your teenage hormones are forcing you to surrender to it.
Even when she's nearing death, she still retains those attributes about her that dare you say it, you find attractive, and delicious. Delicious enough to sneak a peeky at, perhaps?
No one's watching.
No one's even around.
It's just you, and her.
And the pitched tent in your jeans that's getting choked by how slim it is in there.
"T-This is wrong, this is wrong, this is so wrong....Shouldn't be doing this, but...she looks so....GAGH! PENT UP TEENAGE HORNINESS WHY NOW!?! I SHOULD BE WAKING HER UP NOT TOUCHING HER!"
Despite your forced pleas against yourself, your hand disobeys.
>Quell your teenage temptations! THIS ISN'T EUPHORICALLY GENTLEMANLYA) M-Maybe a little q-quick p-peck wouldn't hurt...
B) Taste her. Just do it man.
C) H-Her breasts l-look really perky...
D) Trickle up those endless thighs...
