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 I leave the den and make sure that the hidden door is closed, then move to the living room and sit down on the couch waiting. Before long, I hear the doorbell and move to open the door. There she is, in front of me, in her school uniform, a bag in her hand and a nervous expression on her face.
 "Hi, Mr. Ben."
 "Hello Hope, please come inside."
 Hope hesitantly enters my lair and I direct her to the living room and motion for her to sit down. As she does, I take a seat on the armchair to her left.
 "So, Hope, did your mom explain what is going on?"
 Hope nods her head while looking down.
 "Relax, honey. I don't bite. I told your mom that I would babysit you only if you were ok with the idea, so now I want to ask: are you ok with this? I mean, I can understand if it is a little too much for you."
 Hope mulls over my words for a minute or so. It is obvious that she is not ok with the situation, but she seems relieved at my words, showing concern over her opinion. She relaxes a tiny bit, before replying in a soft voice."
 "Yes, Mr. Ben, I am ok. Thank you for your concern, and thank you for helping mom."
 "I am glad to hear that! Now, some ground rules. First, if I do or say anything that bothers you, you tell me immediately and I will stop. I am used to living alone, so I might inadvertently do something that might offend you. I don't want that. Second, you can choose one of two bedrooms. Both have their own private bath, so you don't have to share with me, and both have a door that locks from the inside. Feel free to lock the door, I will not be offended. Finally, call me Ben, not Mr. Ben. Tomorrow you can start calling me Mr. Ben again if you like, but for today, you are my housemate."
 I smile gently at her as she looks at me and tries to process what I have told her. I can see that my words have put her at ease somewhat, plus I also have another secret weapon…
 System, show me Hope's stats.
 Yes, user.
 Hope Lawrence
 age:18
 Status: Anxious
 mom: Katie Lawrence
 dad: N/A
 Affection: 2
 Love: 0
 Horniness: 0
 Fear: 5
 Loyalty: 0
 Trust: 28
 Virgin: YES
 Anal virgin: YES
 Oral Virgin: YES
 Likes: -
 Dislikes: -
 I had already checked her stats when I opened the door, so I know that my little chat diminished her fear by 5 and raised her trust by 5. A good start, if I say so. Time for Phase two. Oh, wait. System, can I give multiple suggestions with one drop?
 [User can make a maximum of three suggestions as long as they are part of the same phrase and somewhat related.]
 I see, so I cannot say 'don't lock the door tonight and from tomorrow don't wear panties at home', but I can say 'you don't mind being touched by me and you will keep it a secret between us, so don't lock your door tonight in case I want to touch you'. Right?
 Correct. Since all three suggestions are related to you touching her, this will be accepted.
 Great! Makes things easier. Oh, if I spike her drink, does she have to drink all of it for the drug to take effect?
 No. the first sip will be sufficient as all the drug will be concentrated there.
 Good.
 Meanwhile, Hope replies to my previous words.
 "O…okay, B-Ben. Thank you."
 I smile at her again as I ask her, armed with the knowledge of her tastes, courtesy of my cameras.
 "Ok, how about you go pick a room and leave your things, and meanwhile I will prepare some tea. Do you like Earl Gray?"
 Her eyes lit up.
 "I love it! It's my favorite!"
 I chuckle,
 "Well, we do have something in common after all. Now go on, end of the corridor, last two doors on the left, chose one."
 I shoo her and move to the kitchen to prepare the tea. System, put the Suggestion drop in the empty cup on the left, please.
 Done, user.
 Thank you.
 Hope is back just as I pour the tea in the cups. Smiling, I put the cups on a tray and bring them to the living room, where I leave them on the low table in front of the couch. I take my own cup and nod at her.
 "Go ahead, honey."
 She smiles and thanks me shyly and then picks up the cup, puts a sugar cube in it, and after stirring she takes a sip. That's it! Her face goes slack, the same way as it happened with her mother. Time to make my suggestion.
 "Honey, starting now, you don't mind being touched by me and you will keep it a secret between us, so don't lock your door tonight in case I want to touch you". There. This way I can grope her without her spilling the beans or resisting and I can do more during the night!
 As soon as I stop talking, Hope's face regains expression and she keeps sipping the tea. She sighs contentedly and smiles at me.
 "Thank you, I really needed this."
 "You are welcome, dear. Say, do you need any help with your homework? I don't mind helping you if you want."
 She smiles at me.
 "No, thank you, it's okay. Oh, wait. Are you good at math?"
 "Well, I have a degree in computer science, and I needed a lot of math to get that, so yes, you can say so," I reply to her chuckling.
 She smiles at me excitedly,
 "In that case, yes! I would love your help, please!"
 "Sure honey. Why don't you go and bring your books and we move this show to the dining table?"
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 "What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?"
 As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.
 [Installing files. 1% done…]
 As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]
 I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.
 "Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…"
 […12%...13%...14%...]
 Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.
 The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.
 Nope, the first is out.
 The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.
 The third possibility …
 [Installation successful!]
 The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…
 The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.
 [Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]
 Fuck…
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