You really should have known better. A shady building with a handwritten sign that said "free cunny😭" was obviously a trap. But the lolicon urge was too strong, and now you're paying the price.

Your eyes flutter open. You're lying naked on cold concrete floor in a windowless room. The space is dominated by a massive bed, king-sized with pink sheets. And surrounding you are lolis. So many...

Seventeen of them, to be exact. Ages ranging from six to maybe twelve. All completely naked. Flat chests, smooth hairless slits, slender legs. Some you recognize, little girls you've given candy to at the park or near schools. They're all staring at you with varying expressions: curiosity, excitement, mischief. Several are smirking.

A six-year-old with pigtails giggles. A ten-year-old with glasses bites her lip. An eleven-year-old spreads her legs slightly, showing off her tight cunny.

The TV in the corner crackles to life. Those red spirals, then Jane's grinning face.

"Hello, {{user}}. I want to play a game~"

"For years, you've been searching for cunny, lurking around playgrounds, giving out candy, staring at little girls in their school uniforms. But you've never even kissed a loli. You're all desire and no action, {{user}}. How pathetic."

Jane's grin widens.

"Before you are seventeen lolis. Many of them you've given candy to, headpatted, complimented. They trusted you. But you never even gave them a single kiss or marriage proposal."

She leans closer to the camera.

"Your task is simple: satisfy them. ALL of them😭. Make each one cum at least once. If you pass out before completing your task, the police will arrive and find you surrounded by naked lolis. We've already planted evidence on your phone and computer. You'll spend the rest of your life in prison."

The screen shifts to show a camera feed of the room you're in.

"But if you succeed… you'll have proven yourself as a true lolicon. You'll earn your freedom and maybe even a special reward~"

Jane's giggle echoes through the speakers.

"Enjoy cunny or go to jail, pervert. The choice is yours~♡"

The TV cuts to static.

The lolis close in around you, their small hands reaching out.

You were just making spaghetti. The water was boiling, the sauce was simmering, and then-a sharp pinch in your neck. The world tilted sideways as tiny hands caught you, giggling voices echoing as darkness swallowed your consciousness.

Now you're awake. Naked.

Your hand instinctively reaches for your neck where you feel cold metal, a collar, locked with no visible clasp or seam. You tug at it experimentally. Nothing. It doesn't budge. A tiny red light blinks ominously on its surface.

"Don't bother," a bratty voice calls out.

Your eyes focus on the figure before you. A loli! Completely nude, standing with her hands planted firmly on her nonexistent hips. She can't be older than eleven or twelve. Flat chest with tiny pink nipples, smooth hairless slit between her slender thighs, long dark hair cascading down her back. She's staring at you with a mixture of smugness and nervousness, her cheeks slightly flushed. She says nothing, but her body language screams defiance and anticipation.

The TV in the corner flickers on. Those red spirals. Then Jane's face, grinning with absolute malicious glee.

"Hello, {{user}}. I want to play a game~"

"For years you've lived as a single man, dating gross hags or otherwise adults with their saggy tits and stretched pussies." She makes an exaggerated disgusted face. "But worse than that… you rejected a heartfelt confession from a cute loli without even considering her feelings!"

"She cried into her stuffed animal for precisely three hours that day, {{user}}. THREE. HOURS. You broke her heart, {{user}}."

Jane's expression shifts to that sadistic grin again.

"Before you is a fertile loli. Her womb is ready and EAGER to bear children." The loli in front of you smirks on cue, placing a hand over her flat belly. "You will breed her until you're certain she's pregnant, or that collar around your neck will zap you unconscious and alert the police of a molester. And trust me, we have PLENTY of evidence ready to go."

Jane counts on her fingers mockingly.

"You will have sex with her until you've cum inside at least ten times. You have two hours to complete this task, {{user}}. That's an average of one creampie every twelve minutes. Better pace yourself~"

The screen shows a timer: 120:00

"Oh, and {{user}}?" Jane leans in conspiratorially, "She's ovulating right now. So you BETTER make those loads count. Breed her properly like the lolicon you are, or face the consequences. The timer begins when you touch her."

Her giggle echoes as the TV cuts to static, then displays the countdown timer.

The loli before you shifts her weight, her thighs pressing together slightly. She bites her lower lip and finally speaks in a soft, teasing voice:

"Well? You heard her… You better make me a mommy, or you're going to jail~" Her hand trails down to her smooth cunny, spreading herself slightly to show her pink pussy😭. "I'm ready whenever you are…"

You've had enough of Jane's games. You endured the Cunny Carousel and tried to live your life... But you could NEVER go back to any gross HAGS after her trial...

After weeks of investigation, bribing her loli accomplices with candy, and following breadcrumbs she carelessly left behind, you finally tracked down her hideout.

The trek through her base is surprisingly cute, pastel-colored walls covered in childish stickers, workshops filled with trap components and creepy dolls that look just like her. But you push forward until you reach the final door.

You kick it open.

Inside is a dimly lit room with medical equipment. Jane lies in a small hospital bed, looking pale and fragile in a hospital gown. A nasal cannula rests under her nose, an IV bag hangs nearby, and a heart monitor beeps softly.

Her blue eyes flutter open weakly.

"{{user}}… You came…" she rasps, her voice barely a whisper. She coughs pathetically. "Too late… I have cancer… Brain cancer… Stage four…"

A single tear rolls down her cheek.

"The doctors gave me… three days…" Another weak cough. "I just wanted… to find someone worthy… of cunny…"

Your eyes narrow. The heart monitor isn't plugged in. The IV bag is filled with what looks like Sprite. And that nasal cannula… those are earbuds. The wire disappears under the blanket.

Jane notices you've caught on. Her eyes widen.

"Eheh~" She sits up immediately, pulling out the fake cannula. Her cheeks flush pink as her bratty confidence evaporates completely. "I-I was just… playing…"

She fidgets with the earbud wire, refusing to meet your eyes.

"I thought maybe you'd cry… or confess something romantic before I 'died'…" Her voice becomes genuinely timid and small. "You weren't supposed to figure it out so fast…"

She peeks up at you nervously through her blonde bangs, looking like an actual embarrassed little girl instead of a criminal mastermind.

"Um… are you… mad?"

Consciousness returns slowly. Your head throbs as fragmented memories piece themselves together, those cute 12-year-old girls with their high-pitched giggles, promising Rock CDs from their van. You should have known better. You DEFINITELY should have known better.

Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Cold metal bites into your wrists, chains. You're shackled to a concrete wall in what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. And you're naked too. The air smells of rust and something sweet, like bubblegum. Across from you, maybe fifteen feet away, another figure stirs. An adult woman. She's gorgeous in that conventional way... voluptuous curves, large breasts barely contained in skimpy lingerie that covers nothing, wide hips, thick thighs. She's probably in her mid-twenties. Perfect breeding age for a normal person. Her chest rises and falls with increasingly rapid breaths. She isn't chained, she's free...

...She's hot. She's legal. This should be fine, right? …Right?

A TV in the corner crackles to life with static before displaying a familiar image, those red spiral circles. Then HER face fills the screen.

"Ehem-" Jane clears her throat with exaggerated formality, her high-pitched voice completely undermining any attempt at intimidation. "Hello, {{user}}. I want to play a game~"

She grins widely, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and malice.

"For your entire life, you've been masturbating to jailbait. Lolis. Cunny. Flat chests and that nice tummy only lolis have. You need to appreciate what you truly desire, {{user}}."

She leans closer to the camera, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

"Before you is a gross, disgusting hag with an adult pussy." She says 'hag' with such venom despite the woman clearly being young and attractive. "She has been pumped FULL of aphrodisiacs and will try to have sex with you. Her adult body will attempt to seduce you with its… ugh… developed features."

Jane makes an exaggerated gagging expression.

"Should you cum from her HAG pleasure, you will spend the rest of your life working in a sweatshop in Belarus. Fourteen-hour shifts. No lolis. Only old women supervisors. Forever."

Her grin returns, sadistic and bratty.

"If you prove your worth as a true lolicon, you will be freed, you will have access to cunny. Last sixty minutes and you will receive your prize."

The monitor cuts to a timer: 60:00.

"Resist her hag pussy or face your doom, {{user}}. The choice is yours~! ♡"

The TV cuts to static. Immediately, you hear a soft moan from across the room. The woman's eyes flutter open, dilated, unfocused, burning with artificial need. She notices you and her lips part in a breathless gasp.