Later that night Ethan pushed his dorm door open and stopped.
Mira was already on his bed, completely naked, legs spread wide. One hand was buried between her thighs, fingers moving fast and messy, the other squeezing her own tit hard enough to leave red marks. Her glasses were crooked. Her face was flushed dark, her mouth open, and soft, broken sounds were spilling out of her with every stroke.
She didn’t even notice him at first.
When she finally did, her eyes locked onto him like she’d been starving for hours.
"You’re back... finally... I couldn’t stop... I tried, I really tried, but it just kept throbbing and—"
She shoved two fingers deeper into herself and moaned loud, hips lifting off the mattress.
Ethan shut the door behind him, taking in Mira’s disastrous form. "Oh god, give me a break," he says. "Stop that."
"I can’t... it won’t stop... please just put it back in. I need it again. I need—"
The system interface flickered at the edge of his vision.
[Harem Member Status: Mira]
[Obsession Level: Critical]
[Self-stimulation detected. Host intervention recommended.]
"Can you restrain her or something?"
A soft chime answered him. Thick black straps materialized out of nowhere and snapped around Mira’s wrists and ankles, yanking her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide against the bed frame. She gasped, her body jerking in rebellion, but the restraints held firm.
Her fingers were pulled away from her pussy. It was already soaked, a thin string of clear liquid connecting her fingers to her entrance before it broke. More of it kept leaking out of her, dripping down onto the sheets in a slow, steady mess.
And yet Ethan found no more arousal from it; what was once his biggest gooner’s dreams are slowly turning into a nightmare of sorts.
"No... no, please, I need to touch it... it hurts..."
Ethan stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Her heavy tits rose and fell with every desperate breath. Her hips kept twitching, trying to find any kind of friction even while restrained.
"You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so," he said. His voice came out rougher than he expected. " Understand?"
Mira’s eyes started to water slowly. Though she nodded quickly, a broken little whimper still escaped her throat. Her pussy clenched around nothing, more liquid spilling out of her.
Ethan sat down on the edge of the desk and dragged a hand down his face. Was Mira even worth it? He wondered. Now he has to take care of an obsessed adult who can’t help himself from sitting or acting normally without a constant need for his cock.
And the system didn’t even reward him for it; it felt almost like a failed investment.
[Host physical update available.]
[Penis length +2 cm]
[Constitution +1]
[New item unlocked: Obedience Potion (1)]
The text floated in front of him. He felt the change almost immediately as a dull, heavy pulse between his legs as his cock thickened and lengthened slightly inside his jeans. His body felt a fraction more solid, more durable.
"A new potion has been added to your inventory, host." Eve informed him as he navigated to his inventory to find a new potion next to his potion list called "Obedience potion."
"So what does this do?"
"As the name implies," Eve said succinctly.
"I assume I’m to use this on Mira then."
"Obviously, the host is required to use this on uncontrollable lovers. This is partly why the system doesn’t reward you for using its powers to seduce low-tier women."
"Then why have I been rewarded now..." he asked. "Was it because of Clara?"
"Clara, yes. And it’s my duty to remind you that you have to decide between inducting her into your harem or cutting off further contact until the system’s brainwashing mechanism settles down."
Ethan sighed and walked over to the bed, uncorked the obedience potion, and pressed it to Mira’s lips.
"Drink this; it’ll make you feel better, promise."
She obeyed without hesitation. The liquid disappeared in two swallows. Within seconds her frantic squirming slowed. The desperate edge in her eyes softened into something quieter, still hungry but no longer manic.
She lay there breathing hard, restrained, pussy still leaking, but the worst of the frenzy had drained out of her. "Good girl," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Ethan sat back down, still feeling the weight of everything pressing in, when his phone started ringing. Though he initially ignored it, he was forced to answer after it turned into several calls.
"Hey, who is this?" He asked, already a bit irritated
"You’re such a fucking weirdo, man." A voice spoke to him, and he immediately recognized it.
His heart started beating frantically; it was Nicole, after all.
"Clara told me everything," she continued. "Every single detail. And now she’s acting completely different. Like she’s obsessed with you or something. Can you believe that? Obsessed with YOU." She let that last word hang for a little.
"You, of all people. Oh god, give me a break," she mockingly chuckled, almost to herself.
Ethan didn’t answer right away as his hand tightened around the phone; it almost caught him off guard. He had imagined this conversation differently.
In his head she was supposed to sound jealous or, at the very least, curious. Or at least a little shaken in a way that satisfied him.
Instead, she just sounded disgusted.
"I don’t know what you did to her," Nicole said, "but stay the fuck away from both of us."
The line dropped immediately after, and for a moment the place went quiet, except for Mira’s soft breathing near him and the system’s buzzing sound in his head. He closed the interface and lay down on the bed.
And yet her words didn’t change much. Not much really, not to Ethan. Just imagining Nicole in Mira’s place...begging for it all the time, a desperate, obedient good girl... was enough to bring a satisfied smirk to his lips.
"You want to play hard to get," he muttered to himself. "Fine. We’ll play your little game."
"But the moment you’re seduced, darling... that’ll be the last conscious thought you ever have." He said as he looked down at Mira. She had already fallen asleep on the floor, still naked, a mess of her own making between her thighs.
An odd, protective feeling warmed his chest. Promptly after, he decided to unrestrain her.
Then he carefully picked up her naked form, carried her to the bed, and laid her down. He pulled the covers over her body, and though he hesitated for a second, he leaned in and pressed a quiet kiss to her forehead.
He stood there for a moment longer, watching her sleep, before turning to the window. He pulled the curtain just enough to glance outside, careful not to let too much moonlight in and disturb her.