You repressed that preyslut urge in the back of your mind for now, churned now or later wouldn't make all that much of a difference, but you'd have a higher chance of survival if you at least tried instead of just giving up here and now.
"...I think I'll take my chances," you tell the secretary, sighing briefly as you walked off to your dorm. looking down to the keycard to get your dorm number. As you walked down the halls, you did your best to deftly avoid actually walking towards anyone, but you heard the lurid moans and the churning of balls from almost every dorm you passed, you hated to admit it but, it was REALLY getting you horny.
Despite the sounds you manage to make it to your dorm, mumbling under your breath, "Jesus if preyslut urges really do run in the family how did Mom make it so long...?" Shaking your head, you stand outside the door and do a quick double check of what you've got packed.
Casual clothes and a change of uniform? Check. Draino to declog the dorm's plumbing? Also check. Most importantly, a padlock to put on your door just in case the school's locks had been rigged to "malfunction" on purpose, you'd just need to get your roommate's approval to use it.
Speaking of, you open the door to find that your roommate is...
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