Hope skedaddles to her room to bring her books while I move to the dining table, readjusting my cock in my pants in the meanwhile. It’s too early to have her notice that I am horny.

Hope comes back and, after putting the books on the table, sits in her chair. To my joy, she has removed her blazer and tie and is now wearing only the white shirt with the top button open. I move a chair to her side and sit down next to her. Time for a test. I place my hand on her knee while I keep looking at her, but she does not react.

“So, honey, what is the problem?”

As she starts explaining to me the problems she faces with math, my hand starts sliding up toward her thigh. Seeing no adverse reaction on her part, I become bolder and slip my hand to the inside of her thigh and start happily rubbing it.

Her cheeks are a bit flushed, but she keeps talking as if nothing happened. System, I love you!

[Why, thank you, user.]

I chuckle in my mind at the system reply as I keep groping Hope’s thigh while I start explaining exponential functions to her. After I am done, I give her several exercises to ensure that she understood the concept, and while she frowningly starts to solve them, I spring into action. First of all, I stand up and move behind her. Then I extend both arms forward and gently cup her breasts. Hmmm, C cup. Lovely.

Pervy act detected: Groping breasts. 50 PDP x (1.5 title bonus + 2 first time bonus) = 50 x (1.5 + 2) = 175 PDP

Hope keeps solving the exercises as I start squeezing. She does not show any sign of discomfort at my action. I would love to strip her naked, but unfortunately, I am not sure if my suggestion would cover that. I guess I will have to test it.

“Honey, do you mind me touching you?”_-.

Hope stops and turns her head to look at me while smiling.

“Of course not, Ben. Go ahead.”

I sigh, theatrically.

“Unfortunately, I can’t really enjoy it as your shirt is on the way…”

Hope freezes for a second, before slowly nodding.

“Well… would opening my shirt help?” YES! OH YES!

“Would you mind, honey?”

She bites her lips shyly, before nodding once again.

At her nod, I move my trembling hands to her shirt buttons and start undoing them one by one, until the shirt is completely open and exposes her white bra and flawless belly.

“Thank you, honey. Don’t mind me, keep doing your exercises.”

As Hope does as she is told, I run my hands from over her breasts all the way to the pit of her belly, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin. I can see her shiver at my touch, which turns me on even more.

[Pervy act detected: Groping breasts. 50 PDP x (1.5 title bonus + 1.5 state of undress bonus) = 50 x (1.5 + 1.5) = 150 PDP]

System, show me her status.

[Yes, user.]

Hope Lawrence

age: 18

Status: Normal

mom: Katie Lawrence

dad: N/A

Affection: 4

Love: 0

Horniness: 10

Fear: 0

Loyalty: 0

Trust: 32

Virgin: YES

Anal virgin: YES

Oral Virgin: YES

Likes:

Grope breast

Dislikes:

–

Nice! She likes it and she is slowly getting horny.

By now, Hope has finished her exercises, so with great reluctance, I let her tits go and check her work. When I tell her that everything is correct, she gives me a glorious smile. Seeing her like this, seated on a chair with her shirt open and smiling happily, I barely manage to contain the desire to bend her over the table and take her here and now.

“Good work, honey! Is there anything else that you need?”

“No, thanks, Ben, this is enough for now.” Maybe for you, baby, maybe for you.

“Okay, how about we watch some television?”

“Actually, I would like to listen to some music and read my magazine if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, honey. Would you mind if I keep touching you while you do that?”

“Of course not, Ben.” YES!

Hope gathers her books and moves to her bedroom, and I follow her like a horny dog. After packing her books in her bag, she takes out her magazine and an iPod. She kicks off her shoes, lies on the bed face down, and starts putting the earbuds in her ears, but I stop her.

“Wait, honey. Why don’t you take off your shirt? I could touch you better that way.”

Hope does not reply, instead, she unbuttons her sleeves and then stretches her arms behind her.

“Help me out?”

Resisting the urge of pulling her arms backward and nailing her on the mattress, I help her remove the shirt.

“Thanks.” She says and wears her earbuds.

I look at her for a second, savoring her body from tip to toe. She is really beautiful. I realize now that I never described her to you, so here you go.

She is a medium-height brunette, with wavy hair that reaches her shoulders. Her body is somewhat petite, which accentuates her C cup titties. A flat stomach lies below her breasts, and a nice round perky ass tops it all. Her legs, though not long, are well-toned, and judging by my earlier groping, her thighs are juicy without being fat. At the moment I can see her intently reading her magazine, her head moving along with the music of her iPod, as she lies on the bed on her stomach, showing me her naked back marred by the presence of her bra. Her skirt has risen somewhat and instead of reaching her knees is bunched up mid-thigh. I sit next to her on the bed and put my hand on her pantyhose on her calf, and slowly slide my hand upward, reaching her knee, and then her thigh. Unable to resist, I give her a squeeze, only to hear her slightly moan. Uh? System, display in real-time any variation to her stats, please.