A Little Tease

Kevin trudged into school early, still simmering from the morning's events and the inexplicable disappearance of his new phone. The halls were eerily quiet, and he found himself alone in his classroom, feeling the weight of his frustration.

As he stood by his desk, he noticed a single girl seated at the far end of the room, absorbed in her sketchbook. Her name was Linda, a talented art student with striking red hair and snow-white skin. She had an aura about her that seemed to draw people in, even when she wasn't trying. Kevin was reluctant to wander the school, preferring to stay put.

Just then, a notification flashed on his screen:

**[You have been assigned a quest by the Goddess of Love.]**

**[Follow the instructions carefully.]**

**[Move closer to her seat.]**

Kevin hesitated but obeyed, making his way closer to Linda's desk. As he did, Linda looked up, her brows furrowing in confusion. She watched him with a mix of curiosity and discomfort, her eyes following his every move.

**[Throw a pen at her.]**

Kevin fumbled for a pen, feeling a mix of awkwardness and anticipation. He threw it gently, but it landed on Linda's desk with a soft thud. She glanced at the pen and then at Kevin, clearly puzzled.

**[Throw a pen at her.]**

Linda muttered something under her breath, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but she remained silent.

**[Throw a pen at her.]**

This time, Linda's patience snapped. "Will you stop doing that?" she said, her voice a mix of annoyance and exasperation. She wasn't angry, just irritated by the repeated antics.

**[Say "Or what."]**

Kevin, feeling a rush of adrenaline from the thrill of defiance, responded, "Or what." He was sweating slightly, but he found the excitement invigorating.

Linda's face flushed slightly as she tried to come up with a suitable retort. "Or I'll—I'll…" She paused, searching for a way to intimidate him. "I'll hit you," she said, finally settling on the threat.

**[Throw a pen at her.]**

Kevin threw another pen. Linda stood up, her irritation now palpable. She gave him a swift, light tap on the head with the pen. Kevin stood up in response, their eyes locking in a tense standoff. Though they were of similar height, the moment felt charged.

As Kevin stared at Linda, he noticed something unusual—a bright blue screen appeared in his vision, displaying:

**[The system is making a connection.]**

**[3%]**

**[5%]**

**[8%]**

**[11%]**

**[Smile and say "I dare you wouldn't hit my chest."]**

Linda was momentarily stunned by Kevin's audacious challenge. "Oh yeah?" she said, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance. She approached him and gave his chest a gentle nudge with both hands. The touch was more teasing than aggressive, and Kevin actually enjoyed the contact.

**[13.5%]**

**[You're in the clear.]**

**[Grab both her breasts with both hands.]**

The directive made Kevin's heart race. He hesitated, unsure of the implications and the moral boundaries. The system's demands clashed with his internal sense of right and wrong. He was caught between the excitement of his newfound power and the consequences of acting on it.

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Kevin's heart raced as he processed the system's latest command. "What the hell," he thought to himself, before quickly reaching out and grabbing both of Linda's breasts. His hands made contact faster than she could react, and suddenly, he was holding onto something he had only ever fantasized about.

'This... this is nothing short of divine,' Kevin thought, but he remained still, not daring to move his hands or fingers. He just held them there, stunned by his own audacity.

Linda was equally shocked, her mind reeling from the sudden, brazen act. Her face flushed a deep red, but she couldn't muster the anger she thought she should feel. Instead, she was paralyzed by a confusing mix of emotions. Kevin's face was slightly red too, but his expression was unnervingly calm, as if he were merely holding onto a piece of clothing rather than her most private parts.

'What is wrong with me?' she wondered, feeling a surge of embarrassment and confusion. Kevin was holding her breasts, yet she wasn't reacting aggressively—she wasn't pulling away, screaming, or even slapping him. Instead, she stood there, her face burning, feeling like a schoolgirl caught in the throes of a crush.

Eight long seconds passed, their gazes locked in a silent standoff. Then, Kevin broke the silence, his voice low and almost contemplative. "I thought lefties were more aggressive," he muttered, more to himself than to her. But in the quiet room, his words echoed loudly, and Linda heard them clearly.

'What do I say? What do I say? Stupid brain, think of something!' she panicked internally. Then, before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "We aren't usually in situations..." Her voice faltered, a strange mix of protest and uncertainty.

Kevin blinked, caught off guard by her response.

**[14.8%]**

**[Her attraction for you has increased significantly.]**

**[Say "I would like you to be more aggressive."]**

The system's command flashed in his mind, and this time, Kevin didn't hesitate. Leaning in slightly, he spoke in a huskier tone, "I would like you to be more aggressive."

As he said it, Kevin felt a surge of boldness and, without thinking, gave her breasts a gentle squeeze—not enough to hurt, but just enough to tease. The effect was immediate.

**[15.2%]**

Linda's eyes widened, and she took a step closer, pressing her chest more firmly against Kevin's hands. The move was instinctive, driven by some force she didn't fully understand.

**[15.5%]**

Kevin's heart pounded in his chest as the system's percentages ticked up. Linda's face was now a brighter shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and something else, something new and thrilling.

'What am I doing?' Linda thought, shocked at her own actions. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she let him continue, her breathing quickening as Kevin began to carefully massage her breasts.

For a moment, it was just the two of them, locked in this bizarre, charged moment. But then a sudden, soft thud broke the silence, and both of them jerked their heads toward the source of the noise.

Fear flashed across their faces, and they froze, realizing someone might have seen or heard them. The tension between them shattered as they snapped back into reality, the implications of their actions sinking in.