The campus was quiet, as it usually is on holidays. Ethan decided to take a stroll in the campus central park, though not paying much attention to his surroundings, mostly a few students having picnic beers in hand and loud-ass speakers.
Eve floated at the edge of his vision as he had his morning walk. "The host is currently unoccupied. Recommendation: begin scanning for higher-tier targets while the campus is less crowded."
"Yeah, yeah," Ethan muttered. "I’m walking, aren’t I?"
He kept moving past the old fountain, past the half-empty outdoor tables. A couple of guys were playing football on the open field. Somewhere further off, music from a dorm balcony drifted over. Normal holiday shit.
Suddenly his phone buzzed with a follow request notification; it read, "Clara67 sent you a follow request." He smirked to himself, "Thought so," and tried to play it cool by delaying his response....
...impulsively accepted it a few seconds later anyways.
Clara almost immediately shot him a text:
"Are you free today?"
"I think so."
"Think so? What is going to be more important than me?"
"Honestly, we barely know each other so..."
He finds himself somewhat overanalyzing the conversation as it goes. "Play it cool, man," he mutters to himself.
"What went on in that stall was good enough of an introduction ;)" she says.
"Fair point."
"Dorm room 207, come over now."
He looks at the text for a while, unsure what to say. "Goddamn, she is a bold one," he thinks to himself. Life has gotten a whole lot easier since the system took over. Previously, his moves would be considered sexual assault. Now it’s all in the name of romance.
"So you bought a new phone just for a little wee wee action?"
"Couldn’t resist ;)"
Turning around, Ethan picked up speed, the world around him blurring into indistinct sounds as he made his way to the dormitory again. By the time he reached her dorm door, he was already half-hard, his pulse sitting high in his throat.
He found the door, gave it a push, and walked in. It wasn’t even locked, as if she was sure he would actually pass by.
Clara sat at the side of the bed, barely covering her toned ass with a loose t-shirt. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed loose, and she wore no underwear underneath. She was waiting, all exposed, all alone for him.
Her thighs were almost twice as big as his, and Ethan couldn’t tell if that was due to muscle or fat. Clara had always been sporty; in fact, she was the captain of the girls’ soccer team the previous year.
Ethan discovered that he was misled when he believed he could not become more aroused coming. He felt lightheaded when he saw this toned, muscular woman up close once more.
She glanced at him from head to toe, then smirked.
"Took you long enough," she remarked, her voice slightly raspy at the edge of her seductive tone. "I’m not sure how patient I’m going to be, and I’m really...really horny right now!"
"Wel—"
She did not wait for an answer. She just jumped up, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and pulled him in. He followed her lead, and before long, their lips met, while his hands slipped beneath her clothes as she eagerly guided him toward the bed.
He shoved the shirt up over her tits, heavy and soft, nipples already hard. Clara moaned into his mouth the second he squeezed them. She yanked his jeans open, freed his cock, and wrapped both hands around it with a suffocating need.
"Fuck... still that thick," she exhaled, the sight already clouding her vision. She shoved him into the bed, went up on top, and fiercely straddled him. He entered her with a long, broken moan as she lined him up and went down in one slow, avaricious motion.
Her pussy was tight and wet, already fluttering around him feverishly with a desperation. He can tell she’s been thinking about his cock ever since she saw him fuck Mira with it
"Yes, Ethan—" she gasped, her fingers digging into his chest. "I never realized you had all this hidden away! If I had known... A~ahh...!!!!"
Her lips were lost in soft moans of ecstasy, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming sensation of him. Meanwhile, Ethan found himself envisioning Nicole in her stead.
"Nicole..." He muttered to himself quietly enough that she didn’t catch it.
Ethan grabbed her hips hard and thrust up into her.
Clara’s head fell back. Her tits bounced with every movement. She started riding him properly, heavy and messy, chasing her own pleasure without shame. The wet slap of skin filled the small dorm room.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck!...right there!—YES!"
He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her deeper. Clara’s eyes rolled. One hand scrambled for the sheets, the other shoved between them so she could rub her clit while he used her.
It didn’t take too long either for her to reach her climax
Her pussy clamped down hard as she came, thighs shaking, a high broken moan spilling out of her throat. Ethan kept going through it, chasing his own finish. A few more deep strokes and he pulled out at the last second, painting thick ropes of cum across her abs and the underside of her tits instead of finishing inside.
As he hit his peak, he couldn’t help but call out Nicole’s name, surprising both himself and Clara in the heat of the moment.
Clara fell back onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly, their mixed essence already trickling down her sides.
"Nicole... really?" she murmured, still quivering from the waves of pleasure.
Ethan panted heavily, his gaze fixed on the mess he’d made, struggling to find the right words to explain himself. Somehow, that slip felt even more embarrassing than their wild moment. Especially knowing they are literally best friends and all
"Fuck," he muttered to himself
The interface flickered across his vision again as the system assistant blurted out at the edge of his vision.
[Potential Target Detected: Clara Voss]
[Host has not planted seed internally.]
[Induction incomplete.]
"Interesting," he murmured, letting out a sigh as he settled down beside her.
[System Warning: Uninducted sexual contact with brainwashed individuals may lead to unwanted external attention. Possible authority involvement if information spreads.]
[Recommendation: Complete induction or terminate further contact.]
Ethan looked down at Clara’s disheveled ruin, who was reaching down to drag a finger through the cum on her stomach and taste it without thinking, then looking back at him with those same hazy, lustful eyes.
"So... you were having fantasies about my friend?" She said while turning to lay her head on her arm, her bare body appearing even more alluring in the moonlight streaming through the window.
Ethan sat up and started pulling his clothes back on without saying much. Clara reached out and caught his wrist, trying to tug him back down onto the bed. "Hey... I really don’t mind. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Her voice was unusually calm. There wasn’t much real surprise on her face; just mild confusion and a little irritation, like she couldn’t understand why he was already halfway dressed; she was anticipating another round, after all.
Ethan finished zipping his jeans and didn’t offer much of an explanation. He just headed for the door. That’s when suddenly, an empty glass hit the wall beside the frame and shattered.
He stopped and glanced back.
"That almost hit me."
Clara was already reaching for another one, pointing at him with it still in her hand. "I’m no fucking whore to be fucked and dumped like that, you bitch!" she said. "Come here, now! I’m not done with you."
He stormed out the door and shut it behind him just before the other glass struck the doorframe.