Ethan woke up late the next morning, feeling wet heat against his thighs. The sheets were quite damp; Mira pressed against one side of him, grinding slow and mindless in her sleep, her thick thighs hooked over one leg.
While Clara was on the other side, face buried against his shoulder, her long blonde hair scattered across the bed.
He lay there for a few moments, eyes moving between their naked, limp bodies and the ceiling. Clara’s leg was still draped over him. He carefully pulled his cock free from underneath it and gave it a few slow strokes.
"Huh... the system implemented the changes while I was asleep. Interesting."
He pushed both of them aside. Mira made a soft, unhappy sound at the loss of his warmth but didn’t wake up.
Ethan stood and walked over to the mirror, taking a second to look himself over. Then he checked the time.
"Shit. I overslept." He muttered as he let out a disappointed sigh. Though absences started mattering less to him now, the harem is all he cares about.
"Alright," he muttered under his breath. "Mira’s roommate. Quick fuck and obey action, it is."
The system had been clear the night before, leaving harem members free to move around, especially untrained ones, which was a great risk.
The recommended path was simple: deal with the roommate, use the obedience potion, and let her cover Mira’s disappearance.
Most critically of all, Eve has warned about further inductions in the dormitory; Ethan will have to find a more...discreet place to expand his sexual desires.
He swiftly pulled on a pair of pants and grabbed an obedience potion from the inventory, which magically popped up on the bedside table. He picked it up and placed it inside his backpack.
"Take this as well; this will help you with your seduction effort." Eve said as she spawned in a bouquet of flowers on the bed.
"What is this, a bouquet of flowers to get into your coochie shit?"
"It is highly important that you do this right; a few romantic gestures will go a long way." Eve insisted, and after a few moments, Ethan picked it up and put it inside his bag next to the potion.
"Not like they can reject such a handsome fella," he said, winking to himself at the closet mirror as he closed the interface and locked the dorm door behind him.
"Well, except for Nicole, always fucking Nicole," he muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor to Mira’s old dorm.
Most students had returned from their classes an hour ago, so naturally, it was rather empty. It was a short walk anyways, though; he was hoping against hope that she wouldn’t already be asleep.
It didn’t matter anyways; he would take her by surprise as the charming prince he is, have a little wee wee, and dip. That’s the plan, anyways.
When he knocked, a tired-looking...goth girl with short black hair and glasses opened the door. She looked surprised to see him, though Ethan was unsure if they had met before.
"Uh...wrong room?" She said with a resting bitch face.
"You’re Mira’s roommate, right?"
"Was," she nodded slowly, clearly tired.
Ethan put on a smile and didn’t waste much time. He pulled out the bouquet of flowers from behind his bag, despite his initial instincts telling him she isn’t the type to care.
She stared at the bouquet for a moment, and though a faint blush touched her cheeks, her expression barely changed.
"Yeah...Bro... I’m not into that romance shit," she said flatly. "I’m a lesbian." She started to close the door, but Ethan caught it with one hand before shutting it fully.
The goth girl raised an eyebrow, still unimpressed. "Excuse me?"
Ethan stepped forward without repeating himself, close enough that she had to either shove him back or let him in.
She was wearing oversized boyshorts and a black rock tank top that hung loose on her frame. Without another word she walked back into the messy room, dropped onto the couch, and lit a cigarette.
"You have five minutes to interest me," she said, exhaling smoke. "No more." Then she pointed at the bouquet still in his hand. "And you can leave the flowers in the trash."
Ethan smirked as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him; he set the bouquet on the desk anyway. His nose wrinkled at the smell of old ash and the many leftover foods from whatever century it had been there.
He ignored it anyway, as best he could. And sat down on the couch opposite to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "So, what’s your name? I’m Ethan."
"Sasha," she said, watching him through the smoke with a flat expression, "clocks are ticking."
Sasha’s coldness from the very start has gotten Ethan a little more anxious, given the stakes. It just so happened that of all the girls, it had to be a lesbian goth.
"So...you’re Mira’s roommate?"
"Was," she repeated. "She’s been gone, as you may have heard. If that’s all you came for, then you’re wasting your time.
"Mhm...wasting my time." He stared at the ceiling for a moment, the smoke gathering at the top near the lights.
Zippppp........
Then with a swift motion he pulled out his 17 cm wiener in its full glory, all in sight.
Sasha coughed out the smoke and looked at it, then back at him, trying her best to avert her gaze. And suddenly, the atmosphere has shifted.
"So...what do you think of this fella of mine? Still lesbian?"
She didn’t know what to say; a sharp blush cut across her cheeks. Then she shot up from the couch.
"OUT! NOW! YOU FUCKING CREEP!"
"Shit..." He muttered to himself but didn’t comply with her words; instead, he stood up and approached her slowly with his hands raised. "Calm down, darling...I won’t bite..."
"I’m free to use it, if that’s what you like! Why can’t we just have a little fun?" he said as he got closer to her.
Sasha backed up until her legs hit the edge of the desk, eyes still flicking down despite herself. "I mean it," he said, his voice lower now. "Just a little fun is all we need! That won’t change your sexual orientation, promise..."
She opened her mouth to utter something before closing it, her eyes darting downwards occasionally. Then a chuckle erupts from her, to Ethan’s surprise.
"Oh my god, this is ridiculous," she said, crossing her arms. "You can’t just...pull out that...thing in front of a stranger."
Ethan gave it a few teasing strokes. "Hey look, it can even do the helicopter thing, just for you!" He started moving his hips in a bold motion, his cock dancing in a circular motion that makes her laugh.
He can’t help but laugh at himself, too. "This is fucked up," she muttered. Ethan took another step towards her. "Maybe. But you’re still looking."
He noticed her jaw tightening a little as she turned her face away, the cigarette still in her hand. But she didn’t shove him back when he closed the last of the distance between them.
Ethan reached out and took her cigarette, stubbing it out on the desk without looking away from her. Then he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her oversized boyshorts, glancing momentarily at her for permission; when he sensed no hesitation, he dragged them down.
She stumbled slightly as the fabric dropped to her ankles, and to his surprise, she was completely bare underneath, a slight hint of slickness on her pussy despite the scowl still all over her face.
A prominent bush equivalent of the Amazon rainforest was fostering down there, yet, despite the hygiene concern, when he kneeled down to lick her slit, it tasted sweet...almost like a strawberry.
"Fucking...whatever..." She muttered as her blush deepened, her body still frozen, and he could tell her eyes were still mesmerized by that cock of his.
After a few licks, he stood up and turned her around, bending her forward over the desk. One hand between her shoulder blade as Sasha braced herself on the cluttered surface. Sketchbooks and empty cans shifting under her palms.
He lubricated the giant fella with his spit, then pushed it into her with one steady motion, feeling her tense hard around him. Ethan noted she was probably the tightest one yet.
She made a short, frustrated sound through her teeth when he bottomed out. He gave her a moment to breathe, then started fucking her in deep, measured strokes. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Every time his hips met her tight ass, the desk creaked.
She kept her head down at first, black hair falling over her face, but her thighs were already trembling. Only getting more shaky when he reached around and found her clit, rubbing slow circles with every stroke.
Her breath hitched; she tried to stay quiet and failed. A low, soft, uncharacteristic moan lipped out of her when he pressed harder between his fingers.
"Keep going," she moaned into the desk; even her hips betrayed her, pushing back against him a little.
"With pleasure," Ethan chuckled as he drove a harder thrust into her. Then he pulled out and sat on the edge of the couch, dragging her with him.
She ended up straddling his lap, facing away, his cock sliding back into her from below. He gripped her waist and bounced her on it, using her weight to drive himself deeper.
Her size relative to him made her more like a human fleshlight, he thought to himself.
One of his hands slid up under her tank top and found her unguarded modest breast, squeezing while the other hand clenched around her ass cheeks.
He could feel her breathing turning sharp and uneven. "Fuck...this monster...of yours...hurts!" She hit him lightly on the chest as she moaned.
When she came, it was with a choked, almost angry sound. Her walls clamping down hard around him as her legs shook and trembled.
Ethan kept her there through it, cumming ferociously inside her, and when that was done. He stood up with her still implanted on him, carried her the short distance to her messy bed, and laid her down on her back.
He hooked her knees over his arms and fucked her properly until he finished once more inside her, grinding deep as he came.
At the end of it all, Sasha’s eyes were unfocused... The last of the resistance drained out of her expression within seconds, leaving the same soft, waiting look the others wore.
He pulled out the vial, tilted her soft chin up, and pressed it to her lips while she was still breathing hard
"Drink this, it’ll help you with recovery" he smiled as she obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the entire vial in a few gulps.
"Good girl, sasha." He gave the tamed goth girl a pat on the head then kissed her on the cheeks "Now look" She nodded.
"Mira texted you, she’s switching universities because of family problems, she wont be coming back" he said, tilting her head when he felt her dozing off
"Alright? You’re going to tell the supervising deparment exactly that, and you’re going to make it sound as normal as possible, today." He paused then looked her in the eyes for a moment "Alright, baby?. Can you do that for daddy?"
"Y..Yes...Daddy" she nodded slowly, as if the soul has been drained out of those once defiant eyes. "Good girl!" he exclaimed, pecking her on the head "If you do that perfectly, daddy will reward you alot!"
She nodded, her eyes drifting downwards at his large cock pointed at her, kissing it then putting her mouth around the tip
She slowly looked at him with it still on her tongue "Can I have more...now...daddy?"
"No." He commanded "You will only have more once you do as daddy says" he pulled it out, a small disappointment played on her face but she understood.
"Okay, daddy, I will be a good girl.."
[Target inducted successfully]
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[Harem member 3: Sasha Hayes (Rank: 2.5 (average))]
[Sexual Stamina and constituion bonus increase: +3. Current: 15—>18, AVG.4]
[Sexual conquests: 3 (Rising playboy), Avg: 6.5]
[Charisma bonus increase: +2, Current: 8—> 10 AVG: 5]