At first, everything is black.

Then, warmth.

You begin to feel your body again—heavy limbs, slow breath, soft sheets. Your eyes flutter open, the world easing into focus like a dream sharpening into reality.

You're in a bedroom—your bedroom, by the looks of it. The walls are familiar, decorated with posters of your favorite bands and games. Balloons are tied to your bedposts, one lazily bobbing beside your face. A small stack of wrapped gifts sits on your desk next to a humming computer. The soft morning light filters through half-closed blinds.

There's the smell of breakfast in the air. You hear the gentle sizzle of a frying pan downstairs, mingled with the faint sound of a woman humming.

Then... you notice it.

You're completely naked under the sheets. And hard.

Your cock twitches against your stomach, insistent and needy. There's no memory of how you got here—or why you're so turned on. All you know is that it's your 18th birthday, and the whole world suddenly feels wide open. Yours to shape. Yours to explore. Yours to corrupt, if you feel like it.

What do you do?