I’ve been staring out of my bedroom window on the top floor of the skyscraper all day, looking down at the city that stretches almost to the horizon beneath my feet before meeting the ocean, which has put a natural end to its growth in that direction.
It’s exactly from that direction that Mina and Shadow will be coming…
Dawn hadn’t promised too much. On the very day of her announcement, Project Eve declared the building ready for occupancy, and an entire team of designers and interior decorators began tastefully furnishing about thirty of the countless apartments here.
At first I found the idea a little strange and didn’t quite understand why Project Eve was going to such lengths, but when I wanted to watch them work, I suddenly stumbled into a film crew that immediately wanted to interview me. In that moment, everything started to make sense.
I confronted Dawn right away.
As it turns out, my new home wasn’t simply given to me out of pure kindness.
Of course not.
Money rules the world, and Project Eve has realized what Ginger knew from the very first second - namely that an incredible amount of it can be earned through my mere existence.
I’m not just a man, not just a cock that spits out seed and saves this world from extinction. No, as Dawn explained to me, I’m also a symbol of hope and, on top of that, the biggest celebrity in this world.
For now, apparently only the construction work is being filmed. The viewers can then vote for the most beautiful apartments, and the architect receives some kind of award and, of course, a considerable career boost.
Just the knowledge that I live here, and the vague promise that one of the viewers might win one of these apartments and live here by my side, is probably enough to drive the ratings to unimagined heights and keep the women glued to their screens.
I didn’t really want to believe Dawn that they would keep me completely out of this show, so I asked further - and lo and behold: Project Eve is offering me, Foxy, Ginger, and Dawn a contract that will generously compensate us for allowing parts of our shared life to be filmed and for making ourselves available for shows whose concepts largely still have to be developed.
What that means is clear to me. I’m going to have to go through every goddamn reality TV format that exists in this world!
No wonder they gifted me this enormous building to bribe me.
I haven’t signed anything yet, but to be honest I’m not sure what choice Project Eve will leave me.
A show like this would certainly bring a lot of money into their coffers, and I’m essentially dependent on them. Financially, but also in terms of my safety.
I couldn’t hold a normal job anywhere. No matter where I found work, women would besiege me, and without a job I couldn’t afford an apartment.
What would then become of Ginger and Foxy? And of Shadow and Mina, who are supposed to arrive today? Now that I know what awaits us, I view their arrival with mixed feelings.
It’s entirely possible that the Project specifically searched for them and is bringing them to me in order to have another means of pressure against me.
Shadow and Mina don’t fit into this society. If the Project throws us out, those two would be completely screwed! Especially since I can’t gauge how unscrupulous the Project really is.
It’s entirely possible that they would threaten to arrest Shadow for the murder of my bodyguard if I refuse their contract offer.
Apart from that - and this is a thought I try rather to ignore, but which simply won’t leave my head in light of this underhanded, forced reality show:
What if the Project simply locks me up and just pumps my seed out of me?
Strictly speaking, I’m not even a citizen of this country - or of any country in this world at all. I was simply transported here like in a cheap isekai!
For the first time, the question arises for me whether I have any rights at all?!
“Hmmmm,” I gasp contentedly.
Mocha, my new dog-like companion who hasn’t left my side for a single day since Ginger’s party, pulls away from my cock with a wet smack and then lies down on her back in front of me while I continue staring thoughtfully out the window.
Then she does something I’ve come to greatly appreciate over the past few days.
Carefully she takes hold of my cock with her feet, on the underside of which are those soft, thick pads typical of paws. These are surprisingly pronounced on her feet and feel really good. Almost like a massager. I don’t have a foot fetish, but currently little can compete with a footjob from Mocha’s paws.
Suddenly I straighten my back a little and watch as she looks at me full of rapture while rubbing her wet, glistening pussy, her paw gliding over my cock with a gentle precision as if my shaft were a paintbrush and Mocha one of those artists who paint with their feet.
Suddenly I feel my ass clench tellingly.
“I’m about to cum,” I gasp excitedly. My heartbeat accelerates.
Immediately Mocha increases the speed of her leg movements and clamps my tip between two toe pads in order to apply a kind of pressure that nearly drives me out of my mind.
Moaning, I spill my hot seed onto her stomach and shoot so far that even her massive tits are covered by my juice.
Even her chin has caught a few drops.
Millions of potential babies that now uselessly seep into Mocha’s fur.
With a dreamy look, the dog-like girl lets her slender fingers wander through the small puddles of my cum that have formed on her stomach. Curiously she pulls threads from it and then leisurely licks her fingers clean.
“Delicious!” she purrs happily and then tilts her head questioningly. “What do you say, one more time right away?”
Her voice trembles with expectation.
I’ve never before met anyone who is so into the taste of my ejaculate.
I grin and shake my head.
“Later,” I answer and pull my pants back up, which Mocha had previously simply pushed down to my ankles. “Someone who means a lot to me is coming soon.”
Mocha puffs out her cheeks in annoyance and playfully tugs at my pants.
“Soon isn’t right away…,” she tries to convince me.
I don’t resist as she slowly opens my zipper.
“Besides, I still need to discuss something with Ginger, Foxy, and Dawn first!” I add.
Mocha shrugs while she opens my belt. “Then call them over. I’m not stopping you from talking!”
Before I can object - not that I intended to - Mocha already takes my cock into her mouth and greedily pushes her tongue between my foreskin and my tip in order to lick up the remaining cum that has dripped out afterward.
Meanwhile I let myself fall onto the bed and reach for my smartphone to message Foxy, Ginger, and Dawn.
…
A few minutes later they are all in my bedroom and looking at Mocha with very different facial expressions while she, undeterred, continues sucking my cock as if it were the only thing she wanted to do all day long.
“I assume Dawn has already explained to you what Project Eve has planned?” I ask the group.
Ginger, who until just now had simply been standing there with crossed arms, immediately lights up.
Grinning, she raises a thumb.
“A dream, right? They want to pay us a huge pile of money and on top of that make us into stars!” She looks genuinely excited. “I’m so fucking in!”
“Doesn’t it bother you to give up a large part of your privacy?” I ask her in surprise.
Ginger furrows her brow.
“I don’t give a shit about privacy,” she replies. “I want fame and cash, the rest doesn’t matter to me.”
Irritated, I look at Foxy, who doesn’t seem to be really following our conversation at all and is instead staring a little longingly at Mocha.
“What do you say?” I ask her, but she doesn’t react.
“Hey, Foxy!” I say a little louder now.
She looks up from Mocha in confusion. “Huh, what?”
“What do you say to that?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I’m in,” she says relaxed. “If it becomes too much for me, I’ll just take off. Until then I’ll see what falls my way.” She flinches slightly, as if something had suddenly occurred to her. “Did you see that they’re currently putting a giant practice room on the thirtieth floor for us?” she asks excitedly. “We’re definitely going to get the TV people to organize a bandmember casting for us.”
I tilt my head.
“What about Midnight?”
Foxy shrugs. “No idea, I can’t reach her anymore.”
Sighing, I let my shoulders drop and turn to Dawn.
“The Project seems to have carefully considered what it can use to convince the women who are important to me,” I say. “What are they using to bait you?”
Dawn smiles cunningly.
“I’m not telling you that,” she replies with a cheeky grin. “But I’m definitely in as well.”
Ginger claps her hands.
“Then it’s decided!” she calls out contentedly. “Which in turn means there’s no reason to keep watching that bitch in heat over there chew on your cock!”
She grabs her sister by the hand. “Come on, we’re leaving!”
Foxy doesn’t look like she wants to tear herself away from the sight of Mocha, but at the same time I can also see that her sister’s touch triggers something in her.
Maybe it’s because I’m currently getting a blowjob, but in this moment it occurs to me that as part of my MILF-offensive I had planned to find out more about their mother.
“Hey!” I call after Ginger. “Tell me, what does your mother actually say about you wanting to become reality stars?”
Ginger freezes in the middle of her movement.
“Why are you asking that now?” she whispers quietly.
“I…”
“Just drop it, Adam, okay?” Foxy suddenly interjects and gives me a look that is more serious than I’ve ever seen from her before.
“Okay, sorry…,” I apologize weakly.
Foxy nods and leads her sister away with her. “It’s fine,” she simply replies and disappears from the room with Ginger.
Questioningly I look at Dawn.
“Do you know what just happened?”
My doe-like friend lets herself fall onto the bed next to me and sighs.
“I probably shouldn’t tell,” she begins.
“But you will, right?” I dig further.
Dawn rolls onto her side with a grin and runs her finger over my chest.
“And what do I get for it?”
I point at Mocha, who is undeterred continuing to suck my cock as if she weren’t really present at all.
“My cock is currently occupied,” I apologize with a grin.
Then Dawn slowly and leisurely undresses in front of me and finally sits down with her pussy first onto my face. In doing so I feel the pleasant weight of her full rear on my chest and notice with growing arousal how her short deer tail is excitedly wagging over one of my nipples.
“Is your mouth also occupied?” she asks.
Instead of answering, I immediately bury my tongue between her willingly spread legs and taste the sweet, slightly tart flavor of her smooth pussy.
Panting, Dawn buries one hand in my hair and bites her lower lip with pleasure.
“Very goooood…,” she moans and smiles knowingly at the same time.
While I continue licking her with wild greed, she leans down toward me a little and suddenly says:
“About Foxy and Ginger…”
Her voice becomes very quiet. “Have you ever heard of the Days of Decline?”
Right after she says that, Mocha suddenly freezes in her movements.
She keeps my cock in her mouth, but it takes a moment before she has collected herself again and continues sucking on it as if nothing had happened.
Panting, I pull away from Dawn’s wet pussy, whose wonderful juice feels cool on the corners of my mouth.
“What are the Days of Decline?”
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"Building a Monster Girl Harem as a Weak Beast Tamer"
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"Technically, It’s Not a Free-Use World"
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