"Hi Mr. K!" the Indian girl replies, turning slightly and offering a cheery smile full of braces and timid little wave of her hand. She's obviously trying to avoid facing you directly.

"Can I come in?" she asks.

"Bree's not-"

"Not here, yeah, I know. She's at Georgetown this weekend."

Confused, your cop instincts kick in. Nervous. Terrified, even, or is it excitement? Might be both, a mix of danger and thrill.

She's not a dumb kid. In fact, she's going to be top of their class when they graduate in a couple months. Top student, model citizen, and from a wealthy family. She's the bestie every father wants their daughter to have. A good influence.

"If you know, then why are here, Aisha?"

"I came to see you," she answers, turning to face you, coat opening. It all becomes clear in an instant. Cop brain is still engaged, so you do your best not to stare.

She is legal, though, and she's got a tight little body that's currently dressed about as slutty as possible.

"Can I come in?"

Against your better judgement and years of training, you let her inside. You wait by the kitchen counter, unopened beer in hand as you watch her fidget and pace.

"So, uh, I'll just come out and say it. I've had a crush on you for years, ever since you rescued Bree and I from the woods. And I know you and Mrs. K are splitting after Bree moves out for college in a few months, and, well, my birthday was last month, and..."

She's put a lot of thought into this, into convincing you why any of this is okay, but she sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than you.

"Aisha," you state, snapping her out of her rambling. "This is a bad idea. I'm sure you have plenty of arguments for why it's fine, but I can think of one big reason it's not."

"Bree."

"Bree," you confirm. "If she ever found out..."

Aisha nods and swallows, trembling like a leaf. It reminds you of her shivering fear when you found the girls at ass o'clock in the morning when they got lost on a hike all those years ago. Apparently she imprinted on you.

You're about to gently put an end to this when he suddenly shrugs off the coat and approaches you.

"I'm nota virgin, Mr. K I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing. Please?"

CHOICE:

1. "...Okay. You've made up your mind, and you are an adult."
2. "I'm flattered, Aisha, and you're beautiful, but I just can't. I'm sorry."

***

Hi! I'm alive. I'm too sick to spend days on end drawing, but I've started playing around with 3d. I want to do a visual novel, but that's a ton of work, so I'm doing interactive, illustrated fiction like I did for a bit, and will let votes here determine the story path. Consider this a test run!

3d looks very well done. Looks very promising, I will choose choice 1.

Giving it another day or two for votes, then will continue!

>>58852
Can’t wait to see the continuation!!!

Not the same character or story, but a few sample of the guro side to give you an idea of what I can do.

>>58932
Awesome works! Would love to see some more hardcore gyro too! Is it possible for a Mr.K to brainfuck the Indian girl?

>>58936

Can you explain/describe?

>>58946
So the idea I had is that they will have a lot of sex, and then Mr.K’s wife will unexpectedly come and see them together, and then leave. Because of this Mr.K will be enraged and and accuse Indian girl, then take drill and drill a hole in her lobe and fuck her brains. After that he will continue to fuck her corpse. Sorry if it’s too violent.

If then you will want to do a sequel, maybe his family will come and he can kill/fuck them too.

>>58948
Ah! Gotcha. Not sure I could pull that off. Sorry!

>>58950
It’s ok! I am waiting for the works anyway, maybe in the future you could give it a try!