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Have you ever thought of the LI's as PC's? Perhaps also Whitney the Loner?
I think Whitney the Loner could be pretty pathetic. Still tall and somewhat intimidating, but socially deficitâthe âquiet kidâ who could have *something special* in his book bag if poked enough. Replacing the original managing âjealousyâ stat with managing Whitâs anger and physical aggression towards other people they see with PC. I think Whit the Loner is more likely to actually do some serious damage to people close to PC, vs OG Kylar who just kinda seethes and hold a knife sometimes. A bad end, Whit might try to OR actually kill another LI and possibly be put in jail for itâbut maybe PC helps hide the body and dispose of evidence⊠who knows?
I havenât thought about making the swap versions PCs⊠that would be fun to play with in separate files! I HAVE also thought about turning LIs into NPCs and giving some of the traditional NPCs a chance to be theoretically romancedâbut I havenât even started to swap ALL of the LIs yet, just the school boys đ
#jdolh art#dol#degrees of lewdity#swap au#swap whitney#whitney the loner#dol whitney#degrees of lewdity whitney
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âMagic pocket pussyâ
Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.
Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys
Words: 588
A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You canât convince me Gwylan isnât cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. Iâd like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; thereâs so much nuance and potential.
Abuses the hell out of it
With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. Heâs stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick canât keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he canât torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. Heâll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes heâll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. Heâs likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sortâpossibly both or even multiple of eachâand then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, thereâs a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.
â„ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, C!Sydney, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Whitney, Wren, yan!Sirris
Generally only when youâre not available
He doesnât usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. Itâs hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. Itâs not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and canât resist. Itâs just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. Thereâs a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you canât even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower theyâll have, therefore being less likely to wait.
â„ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr
Only once in a moment weakness
Heâs rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they canât risk having it fall into anyone elseâs hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. Itâs not until heâs humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. Heâll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if youâre feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thingâthe real youâfeels this good. His orgasm is the most intense heâs ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. Heâll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long itâll be before he gives in again?
â„ Charilie, Darryl, Doren, P!Sydney, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Winter,
Bonus
The likely creator of said pocket pussy
â„ Gwylan
#afab reader#gn reader#tw: noncon#tw: overstimulation#tw: somnophilia#pocket pussy#degrees of lewdity x reader#degrees of lewdity#dol headcanons#dol#dol x reader#alex the farmhand#avery the businessperson#eden the hunter#kylar the loner#sydney the fallen#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully#sirris the science teacher#wren the smuggler#bailey the caretaker#harper the doctor#remy the farmer#winter the history teacher#doren the english teacher#robin the orphan#mal.mine#leighton the headteacher#mdni#gwylan the shopkeeper
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#degrees of lewdity#dol#degrees of lewdity pc#dol pc#kylar the loner#bailey the caretaker#whitney the bully
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school LIs youtube uploads (REAL) (NOT LYING)
#degrees of lewdity#dol#robin the orphan#whitney the bully#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#so many tags !!!
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whitney and kylar literally any day of the week
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Casual reminder that most of the love interests have (semi) canon heights.
I don't know what the hell they're feeding Black Wolf but he is too damn big!
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol kylar#degrees of lewdity kylar#kylar the loner#dol robin#degrees of lewdity robin#robin the orphan#dol sydney#degrees of lewdity sydney#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol whitney#degrees of lewdity whitney#whitney the bully#dol avery#degrees of lewdity avery#avery the businessman#avery the businessperson#dol eden#degrees of lewdity eden#eden the hunter#dol great hawk#degrees of lewdity great hawk#great hawk the terror#dol black wolf#degrees of lewdity black wolf#black wolf the alpha
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#dol pc#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#avery the businessperson#robin the orphan#sydney the faithful#kylar the loner#eden the hunter#alex the farmhand
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Just your local bunny girl dancing at Briar's club with some familiar faces around. Honestly would love some of them to visit the club and find out pc currently working here :3c
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol leighton#dol kylar#dol whitney#leighton the headmaster#kylar the loner#whitney the bully#asher the disturbed#lyra the succubus#myart#ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I WANTED TO TRY THAT ANIMATION#happy with how it came out#asher about to get Leighton's ass for even trying
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You feel light-headed and don't remember clearly how you left the school's party. The boys sure as hell offered you a little too much beverage. Somehow you feel sore all over your body.
What time is it now...
(1) Next
You open your eyes to... whatever this shit is...
...Now what?
(1) Try to go back to sleep | Willpower: ??? | ++Stress (2) Escape the room | Athletics: Challenging 5%
(3) It is what it is... | Promiscuity 5 | +++Love | +++Lust
#I laughed way too hard at my own caption#it seems the party went WAYYYY harder than PC expected#ânow what?â â.............it is what it is...â#Ho boi#âthis is still better than the smuggler cave...â PC probably#...is it though?#dol pc#robin the orphan#dol robin#sydney#dol sydney#kylar the loner#dol kylar#whitney the bully#dol whitney#degrees of lewdity#dol#dollya art
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Some DoL characters in my style :3
#dol#degrees of lewdity#kylar the loner#dol kylar#dol whitney#whitney the bully#dol eden#dol avery#sydney the faithful#dol sydney#eden the hunter#avery the businessman
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i want 2 suck loner whit's dick capri sun style until he shrivels up like a raisin
I hope the meal was filling!!!
#jdolh art#dol#degrees of lewdity#swap au#swap whitney#whitney the loner#dol whitney#degrees of lewdity whitney#fraternum
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The gangs are all here!!
(except BW and GH cuz I canât draw furries đâ€ïžâđ©č)
#artists on tumblr#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol whitney#whitney the bully#dol eden#eden the hunter#dol sydney#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol robin#robin the orphan#dol kylar#kylar the loner#dol alex#alex the farmhand#dol avery#avery the businessman#art#fanart#this game has taken over my life apparently#like Iâm obsessed#my knees are weak looking at them#theyâre red flags all over but Iâm a bull#except robin heâs my sweetheart and baby angel
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ïœĄâ *ïŸâ +*â .â â§"Into the looking glass."ïœĄâ *ïŸâ +*â .â â§
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
Post format: Multipart series
Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader
Word count: 5k
Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?
Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Stalking, Violence, Age Gaps, Teacher/Student, Caretaker/Ward, Bullying
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Another dull morning, you think to yourself, rolling over to turn off your alarm. You pick up your cellphone and blearily swipe your screen as you clamber out of bed. Itâs embarrassing to admit, but you really didnât notice anything was wrong until you stood up and looked in the mirror. You blink, poking at you face and staring where your reflection should be, but isnât. You wave your hand in front of the mirror. Nothing.
You look around, only to realize that your surroundings are different, too. The room youâre in is plain, cramped, and completely devoid of character. Itâs almost liminal, in a way. Eerie in its emptiness.Â
You need to get out of here.Â
You nervously reach for the door and twist the handle. The doornob moves with you, but the door remains fixed in place. Your phone buzzes, and you fish it out of your pocket, quickly turning it on. Youâve gotten a text, but the number is blank.
You have not chosen an avatar yet. Please choose one from the mirror before leaving your room.
Well, that woke you right up. Is someone watching you? You swerve your head around, checking the ceilings and corners for cameras. You try the door again. You go in circles, turning the whole room upside down. You try the door. Nothing. You check your phone. The same message appears as soon as you open it. You swipe it away out of habit, but it refuses to budge. Freaky. The time hasnât changed since you woke up, either, though youâre sure youâve been at it for more than fifteen minutes by now.
You decide to take a peek at the mirror again. You try to remove it from the wall to look behind, but your vision goes white the second you make contact with itsâ surface. Your vision clears, and in front of you is a grey figure of ambiguous gender. It looks almost made of clay. Your phone buzzes.
Player avatar selection.Â
Select a sex. Sex cannot be changed after starting the game.
1.) Male 2.) Female 3.) Hermaphrodite
Well, youâve either fallen asleep or been drugged. Not knowing what else to do, you choose female, watching in horror and fascination as the figure morphs to accommodate your choice.Â
>Next
Other customization options soon come up. You give the figure your ideal height, weight, and features. You change her skin tone, hair color, texture, and eye color. You watch as she slowly comes to life as your ideal. The person youâve always wanted to be.Â
Your phone buzzes just as you finish touching her up.
Set Name
Youâre about to name her when the text fills itself in with your name instead.
Welcome, [First]! 1. Start Game!
You grimace, and hit play.
âââââââââ
When you come to, itâs 07:00 again, and youâre still in that room. You glance at the mirror, only to see your avatar glancing back. You wave your arm in front of it, and she mimics your movements perfectly. You make a lewd gesture, and she does, too. Creepy. Is this really a dream? Youâre startled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes once again.
Welcome to the alpha of Degrees of Lewdity!
If you want to avoid trouble, dress modestly and stick to safe, well-lit areas. Nights are particularly dangerous. Dressing lewd will attract attention, both good and bad.Â
The new school year starts tomorrow at 09:00. The bus service is the easiest way to get around town. Donât forget your uniform and backpack!
1. Next
Your face pales as you read the text. Thereâs no way. You hit next, reminding yourself that youâre only in a dream, and that no one can harm you in a dream. Your phone opens to its home screen, where you see various apps, some of which are labled.
-Characteristics -Social -Traits -Journal -Stats -Feats
You open characteristics and take a look. At the very top is a color chart indicator. description of your bodyâs appearance and condition, underneath are familiar stats.
Purity: 7/7 You are angelic. Physique: 3/6 Your body is average. Willpower: 1/6 You are fainthearted. Awareness: 3/7 You have a normal understanding of sexuality. Promiscuity: 0/6 You are chaste and pure. Exhibitionism: 0/6 You are coy. Deviancy: 0/6 You are squeamish.
Everything seems to be in line with the stats for the beginning of a playthrough. Everything except one.
Beauty: 7/6 Your beauty is beyond measure.
ThatâsâŠnot good, if the blaring red is anything to go off of, anyway.Â
You scroll down. Your skills are all ranked as F, which is actually better than the âNoneâ stat they usually start as. Thatâs weird, but you arenât complaining. Your sex skills, howeverâŠare all at C. Thatâs super weird! You arenât sure what to make of it, so you choose to ignore it instead.Â
Your overall school performance is terrible, with Fâs all around the board. In real life, this would mean youâd picked the athlete trait, but your physique is baseline, and your athletic stat is also at F, so it canât be that. It must just be inconsistencies from being asleep, you reason. Thatâs why your stats are all over the place.
Your status is normal, aside from your allure. Which is maxed out at âYou look like you need to be ravaged.â You shudder.
You check traits. You have two.
Alien - You arenât from around here! RPG like elements have been incorporated into your reality for a smoother experience. Virgin - Your purity recovers faster. Your virginity might be worth something.
You open your journal.Â
It is the 4th of September, 2022.
-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.
Current quests:
Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence.
Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting
You turn your phone off and look around. Everything seems normal, too normal. You read somewhere once that itâs impossible (or perhaps just very difficult) to read clearly while in a dream. Could you have been drugged? Or did you take something and then forget about it?
You pinch yourself. Ow.
Well, thatâs not solid proof. People have reported cases of feeling pain in dreams before itâs just kind of really rare is all. Or, or! Maybe youâre not dreaming. Maybe youâre dying. Maybe you got into an accident somewhere, and now youâre in a coma. People hallucinate during comas, donât they?Â
You pinch yourself, again.Â
Itâs not real.
âŠYou might as well see what this quest is about.
You leave your bedroom, and walk to Baileyâs office. You donât question how you know the way there. You knock on the door and enter.Â
âI know why youâre here,â he says. âYou want me to release you from my protection, so youâll be an independent citizen. I could do that. But thereâs a problem. Youâve been living under my roof without giving anything in return. You owe me. Until you pay me back, Iâm not letting you go.â He picks up an envelope and flips through it. Dozens of identification documents are stored within it. One of them is yours. âÂŁ100 should do. To start with. I donât care how you get it. Knock on doors and ask for work. Rent yourself as a footstool. Steal it, even. Just have it a week from now. Or Iâll find a way to extract value from you.â
You nod and leave his office, returning to your room.
Your phone buzzes as soon as you close the door.Â
Quest completed. New quest added to journal. View Now?Â
Y/N
You hit yes.Â
Time-Sensitive:
Bailey wants ÂŁ100 on Sunday. Find a job and free yourself from his clutches.Â
Thatâs great and all, but maybe you shouldnât leave the orphanage todayâŠor ever. Not until you wake up. You decide to just download some social media apps and scroll for the rest of the day instead. You scroll until midday, when youâre stopped by your stomach growling. Can you get hungry inside a dreamâŠ? You feel uneasy as you climb off the bed. Your neck hurts from the uncomfortable position you had been in, but thatâs the least of your worries right now.Â
You leave your bedroom and enter the main hall. A trim girl happens to be passing by your door, so you stop her and ask about when lunch is. She looks at you strangely.Â
âWhenever you wantâŠ? Just go somewhere and get it. I donât know.âÂ
âI meant here, can we get food here?âÂ
âSure, if youâre underage. We have to provide for ourselves once we reach eighteen, though. You know that. Everyone knows that.â She leaves in a hurry. You go back to your room to watch âGootubeâ videos. Itâs not as pornographic as it sounds.Â
You stay on your phone for the rest of the day. It never seems to run out of charge. Finally, you turn it off and climb under the covers. You donât bother to wear pajamas. You sleep soundly, and wake up at 07:00 on Sunday, September 4th.Â
Wait, what?Â
You look at your journal again.Â
JournalÂ
It is the 4th of September, 2022.
-It has been 0 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term starts on Monday the 5th of September.
Current quests:
Visit Bailey in his office by 20:00 tonight to recover your ID documents and gain your independence. Failure to complete quest will result in the day restarting
But you didnât fail your quest! You completed it andâŠ
Itâs because you didnât get a job yesterday, isnât it?Â
You sigh and climb out of bed. Off to visit Bailey again.Â
âI know why youâre here,â he says. God, you wish you could skip dialogue in real life. Or in dreams, you guess. Bailey wraps up his speech and you leave, this time heading outside the orphanage to look for work right after.Â
As expected, you bump into someone almost immediately. A voluptuous woman grabs you. âYouâre the cutest thing Iâve seen all week!â She says, lunging for your clothes. You step back, but she catches you, lifting your sundressâs skirt and revealing your lace panties. You try to grab her hand and pull it away, but sheâs stronger than you. She pushes you to the ground, and you land painfully on the sidewalk. You let out an involuntary yelp as your elbows scrape on the pavement. Is she really going to try and molest you out in public like this? It would appear so, as sheâs currently straddling your legs with her knees, keeping them apart. You come to your senses when you feel a hand on your groin, and scream out for help.Â
A taut man comes to your rescue, chasing off the woman and helping you to your feet. He treats your wounds and gives you a pepper spray charge. You thank him and go on your way.Â
The dog pound is probably the best place to start with, you think to yourself while looking at the map on your phone. So you hop on a bus and wait for your stop, but not before a thin man sits next to you and rests his hand on your thigh. You shuffle away from him, and he follows you. You stand up, and he does, too. No one else is paying attention. You quickly walk to the most crowded area of the bus and sit next to a plush woman. She doesnât look happy, but doesnât say anything, either. The thin man watches you from his seat. You reach your destination, and he moves to follow you when you stand. Luckily, a tall man stops him, giving you a thumbs up as he blocks the thin manâs view of you. You give him a grateful nod and step off.Â
Your shift at the dogpound goes on without incident. Thugh the employees tried to get handsy more than a few times, they never took it further when you moved away. You even took your lunch break at the nearby cafe! Youâre surprised by how much character the place had visually, considering it comes from a text-based game.
By the time the dog pound closes, itâs nighttime. You pale at the realization. Itâs nighttime, and youâre in Degrees of Lewdity. Should you risk taking the bus? Or should you risk the streets?Â
If youâre on a bus, youâre there for less time, but itâs an enclosed space. If youâre outside, thereâs more places to run and hide. But hiding goes both ways.Â
You elect to go through the streets, sticking to the places that are the most open and well-lit. You get home without incident, though you swear you saw something in the alleys.Â
You collapse into bed and sleep for ten hours.Â
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Itâs 07:03 when you wake up. You have school today, so you look through your wardrobe for your uniform. You find it, butâŠwhy is it so skimpy? Sheer tights, short plaid skirt, tight shirt, platform mary janes and loose socks. You put it on, but the shirt is so tight it wonât button all the way, leaving a sizable amount of your cleavage and lace bra visible.Â
Speaking of which, arenât you only supposed to start with plain underwear? Why is all of yours lace? And why does it clasp at the front? You spend twenty minutes looking for a jacket, different shirt, or other way to cover yourself, but find nothing. Bailey bangs on the doors around the orphanage to wake the orphans up. You sigh and put your clothes back into your wardrobe before leaving.
You bump into Robin on your way out. Literally. He nearly runs you over.
âHey!â He says running towards you. He doesnât slow down in time and plows right into you. You help him up. âThanks,â he says, looking a bit bashful. âI didnât see you yesterday. Remember, you can visit me in my room anytime you want. I have something to show you. Iâm so excited!â He runs off, and you realize youâve forgotten your backpack, so you head back in and find it. It takes you another ten minutes to realize youâd put it behind the door. By the time youâre ready, itâs already half an hour past seven. You decide to see if Robin is still in his room.Â
You knock, and hear some crashing. Before you can ask if somethingâs wrong, Robin opens the door and hugs you. âLook,â he says, pulling you inside. Your eyes immediately land on the shiny new game console in the corner of the room. âIâve been saving up,â he says. âWhat are you waiting for?â He pats the bed beside him and you hop on. You watch him play for a few minutes, and the two of you walk to school together.Â
Though itâs literally your first time meeting him, you feel safer around Robin. Though you know he canât fight to protect you, having someone by your side does a lot to ease the mind. Plus, heâs one of the only decent people in the game. Youâre glad, but at the same time, youâre uneasy. You wonder if he notices youâre not his childhood friend. That you look like her, sound like her, but you arenât her. You wonder if heâd hate you, should he find out.
âIs something wrong, [First]?â You snap to attention.Â
âHuh? Oh, uh, no. Iâm okay,â you say. âI was just kind of busy yesterday, came home exhausted but couldnât sleep, you know how it is.â You wave your hand dismissively at him as you pass the school gates. âWhere are you heading? Iâd like to go with you, if thatâs alright. Since I didnât see you yesterday, and all.â Really, you just donât want to be alone here. But thereâs no need to say that.Â
Robin smiles, and the two of you hang out in the rear courtyard. Itâs nice, but you can feel him glancing at you when he thinks youâre not looking. It makes you uncomfortable. Has he caught on? You excuse yourself and head to the library. Maybe you should acquaint yourself with the other non-crazy person on campus. At least you wonât have to lie about your identity to Sydney.Â
You walk over to the counter near the back of the library. A tall boy with a strawberry blonde ponytail and glasses is stamping books behind it. You smile as you approach him. âGood morningâŠâ He says, yawning. âFirst time at the rental counter? You can rent out one book at a ti-â Sydney yawns.. âTime. You can also buy school-approved clothes here. Headmaster Leightonâs marked the prices way up, though. Students with a good record get special discounts.â He seems excited, though you canât place why.Â
âBooks can be rented out for two weeks at a time. You can renew your rental at any timeâŠâ He looks down. You look down. Sydney has stamped his hand. You smile.â...Letâs call that a demonstration of what happens if you return a late or damaged book. My nameâs Sydney, by the way! Pleased to meet you.âÂ
âIâm [First],â you respond. You and Sydney spend some time chatting. You notice that heâs oddly red.Â
âAre you feeling okay?â You ask, raising a hand to his forehead. âYouâre burning up! Letâs get you to the infirmary!âÂ
âW-what? No, Iâm okayâŠâÂ
âNo, youâre not,â you say, pulling him up by the forearm. You drag him to the infirmary, and he has to bend down to allow it. No one pays you much mind, though youâre sure you look a little silly, holding onto the forearm of someone much taller than you. You reach the nurse, who informs you that Sydney is perfectly healthy, though tells him to take a rest on one of the beds upon seeing the bags under his eyes.
âSee?â He says, smiling. âI didnât realize you were such a worrier.â You flush, embarrassed. Is pure Sydney supposed to tease people? His face softens. âThanksâŠfor worrying about me, thoughâ he says, then checks the time. âYou should probably get to class.â Right, youâd nearly forgotten you were at school. You thank Sydney for reminding you and leave as he waves you off.
You go to your science lesson. Despite your grade being at F, the lesson is actually pretty easy to follow, some of this you remember from your own highschool lessons. The bell rings and you leave the classroom, only to get shoved into a locker immediately. A boy with blonde hair covering one eye looms over you. You recognize him immediately.Â
âDonât get in my way again,â Whitney says, pressing his knee against your crotch. âOr Iâll put you in your place.â He releases you, but you know that wonât be the end of it. You hurry to math class, hoping Whitney will skip today. Youâre tense for the first twenty minutes of class, but slowly begin to relax upon realizing Whitney probably isnât going to show up. Nearly half an hour into class, the teacher River steps out for a moment. And with the kind of timing youâd only see in movies, Whitney waltzes in, his jacket thrown over his shoulder. You try to look away, but itâs too late. Whitney makes eye contact with you and grins. He walks over to the mousy girl sitting next to you.Â
âMove,â he says. She does. You turn away from him, but he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him.
This is unfair, you think to yourself. Whitney isnât supposed to sit next to you unless youâre dating. Why now?
âWatcha lookin at, slut?â
This sucks. You want to go home. When is this dream supposed to end?Â
Whitney tugs at your hair even harder. âI asked you a question, slut.â
How did you even get here in the first place? Did you really die? Were you in a coma? Whitney yanks your hair back so hard your body goes with it, creating an awful screeching sound as your chair lurches back. River walks in just in time to see you fall on your back. Whitney is sent out. He turns to make a penetration sign with his hands at you as he leaves.Â
Math ends, and you head to English. Thereâs a crowd of students blocking your path. You peer over shoulders and heads to see the source of the commotion, and see a dark haired student on the ground, with two bullies standing over him. Your first instinct is Kylar, but you must be wrong. Kylarâs event shouldnât happen until a week from now.Â
You could try to help, but that would probably get you assaulted. Even if you didnât, your fellow students would think less of you, leading you to getting picked on later, and potentially assaulted more andâ
Fuck it, you canât ignore this. Youâre already shoving past students and blocking the bulliesâ view of the student. âLeave him alone,â you say. âI wonât stand for this.â One of the bullies, a thin girl, shoves you down.Â
âSit, then!â She says, the audience laughs. You pick yourself up and ram into the thin girl and her friend. You knock her off-balance and she falls to the floor, screaming as soon as she lands. âYou stupid bitch! You broke my tailbone!â The audience is laughing at her, now. Her friend is helping her up. âIâll get you for this! Mark my fucking words!â You shiver. Hopefully no one notices. You turn to check on the boy they were harassing, only to nearly bump heads with him. You jump back, and the boy smiles apologetically. Thereâs something else in his expression, but before you can figure out what it was, you make eye contact with him, and the whole world goes dark.
Tousled black hair, short stature, sickly pale skin and the greenest eyes youâve ever seen. Itâs Kylar. It has to be. âT-thanks,â he says. âI-Iâm Kylar.â Your face drops, but you arenât sure if he saw it before running off. The tips of his ears are red, you notice. You step towards the crowd, which is already dispersing. The remaining onlookers make way for you, though you feel a hand grope your butt as you leave. You turn, but no oneâs there.Â
You head into English class, already exhausted. Kylar watches you from the back. You ignore him. The plump boy sitting behind you sniffs your hair during the entirety of the lesson, so itâs hard to focus. You look down at your notes. Itâs an unintelligible mess. Is this what it means to have a grade F in English, you wonder?
Finally, itâs lunch time. You head to the cafeteria, passing by the headmaster on your way there. You swear you saw him checking you out. You shudder and speed up. Upon reaching the canteen, you are presented with three options.
Robin is talking with some students at his table, they seem to be arguing.
Sydney is sitting alone, several piles of books surrounding him.Â
Kylar is also alone, stabbing at his food with more violence than seems neccesary. Â
Despite your self preservation instincts, you walk towards Robin to see what the commotion is. The lean boy is accusing Robin of âlooking at him with disrespectâ. Arguing with him would be pointless. So you do the next best thing and smile as you spit in his face.Â
As expected, he doesnât take it well, and pounces on you immediately. He tears open your shirt, leaving you only marginally more exposed than you already were. You scream loudly, and Leighton rushes in. You suppress a smirk.
âWhatâs the meaning of this?!â He shouts, pushing past students to find you exposed on the ground, the lean boy holding you down. He scrambles off of you, and you fix your uniform. The lean boy tries to explain, but Leighton cuts him off and sends him out. Robin helps you up.Â
âAre you okay?! Why did you do that?âÂ
âI saw Leighton on the way over here. I figured if we caused a scene, heâd be the one to get in trouble for it.â
âDonât do something like that again! That was really dangerous!â You nod, though you donât really mean it.Â
Kylar watches from across the canteen. +Jealousy
The rest of lunch passes without incident and you go to History with Robin. The two of you chat about his game before class starts. You learn some interesting things about the history of the town. Nothing happens during history, and you leave feeling refreshed. You navigate the halls to your swimming lesson and change. You keep your eyes down, but swear you feel the stares of your classmates. You think you hear a camera go off, but when you turn, no oneâs looking at you.Â
A taut boy follows you around the pool, and doesnât stop trailing until the lesson is over. He keeps his distance, but it still makes you feel uneasy. The bell rings, and you donât see him again.Â
You meet up with Robin in the courtyard, but hesitate walking home when you see Whitney hanging out by the gate.
âCan we go out through the back?â
âThe back? Why?â You nod your head towards Whitney and his friends, and Robin makes an âOâ with his mouth. âI donât mind, but how will we get out?â Youâre about to answer when a realization hits you. Right. You havenât unlocked the tunnel outside yet, which means you canât leave unless you climb the fence.Â
â...Nevermind,â you say. âMaybe they wonât notice us.â You and Robin try to blend in with the crowd, but a hand on your shoulder quickly yanks you into the open.
âHold it, slut.â Shit. âYou didnât pay the toll.â
You grit your teeth. âWhatâs the toll?â Whatever, you have twenty quid to spare.
âFlash us your tits.â Thereâs a crowd circling around you. You notice people pulling out their phones.Â
â[First]...âÂ
âItâs fine, Robin.â You give him a strained smile as you unbutton your blouse. âHappy?â You ask, turning back to Whitney.Â
âNot quite,â he says, grabbing the front of your bra and unclasping the hook. Your breasts flop out. âThere. That wasnât so bad, now, was it?â You turn and quickly fix your bra, wishing it clasped at the back instead of the front like a normal bra. You and Robin speed away, then find a secluded ally to fix your shirt.
Finally home, you decide to check out some of the apps you didnât bother with yesterday.
Social             Â
Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible
Primary relationships:Â
Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Love: 100% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Lust: 40%
You smile. Itâs little different than the starting relationship in the actual game, but youâre slowly getting used to the inconsistencies. Youâre about to look at the next box when your eyes are drawn back up to the pink text. Wait a minute, doesnât that mean bad? You check the color chart to make sure.
But, why? Why is that bad? Isnât it good? Or, is it because his confidence is low? Maybe the key word here is âwantsâ. Still, wouldnât that count more as poor than bad? Whatever, no need to nitpick. Youâll check back in on it later. You move on.
âŠYou almost move on. Why is his love so high? And his lust, too?! Itâs gotta be a glitch, right? Right?
Right. You restart your phone and boot it back up. Nothingâs changed. You put that aside for now.
Whitney The Bully Whitney wants to own you. Love: 50% Dominance: 50% Lust: 100%
Another different one. Also bad. Terrible, even. You arenât even sure what to make of it. You just met him, and his lust is already maxed out. His love is also surprisingly high, though only half as much as Robinâs is. You make a mental note to sit in view of the teacher during math going forward.
Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you. Love: 100% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90%
Another case of inexplicably high stats right off the bat, though you arenât surprised with Kylar. You move on.
Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted. Love: 77% Purity: 44% Lust: 66%
Okay, youâre pretty sure those are all just angel numbers. Or, supposed to be angel numbers. Itâs kind of hard to do that with only two numbers. Though 666 is actually more of a demonic number, it still fits the theme. Aside from the strange percentages, youâre also concerned by the question mark next to âfaithfulâ, not to mention the fact that his purity is already so low heâs conflicted. You havenât even flirted with him yet!
You glance at the other named NPCâs. Theyâre all unremarkable, full of âhas no strong opinion of youâ aside from two.
Bailey The Caretaker Bailey doesnât want you to leave. Love: 25% Lust: 99%
Leighton The Headmaster Youâre Leightonâs favorite. Love: 10% Lust: 85%
Your stomach lurches. Gross. You are absolutely repressing that shit.
You check your reputation next.
-The police arenât concerned with you, and have no evidence linking you to any crime. -The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. -You are considered a normal student by teachers. -Your fellow students desire you.
You grimace at the last one. You make a mental note to buy a more concealing uniform.
Finally, you have your fame. This one should be normal, right? Youâve only just gotten here.
Sex: Unknown Prostitution: Unknown Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown Exhibitionism: Unknown Pregnancy: Unknown Combat: Obscure Kindness: Obscure Business: Unknown Socialite: Unknown Overall: Famous
What?! Famous?! How does thatâ Ugh, forget it. You keep reading.
The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.
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#yandere#degrees of lewdity#yandere x reader#dol#yandere dol#whitney the bully#dol whitney#robin the orphan#dol robin#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol sydney#kylar the loner#dol kylar#dol pc#bailey the caretaker#leighton the headmaster#male yandere#yandere x you#male yandere x reader#male yandere x you#male yandere x y/n
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so i've been playing dol with an almost yuri harem
(thanks rng i've grown rather fond of this gender distribution among the cast)
#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#robin the orphan#sydney the faithful#kylar the loner#dol#maqui art
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#degrees of lewdity#dol#dolgl#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully#robin the orphan#kbarf
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