Love Addict's RPG Vol 2 Ch. 65

Edit as of 4/6/24 large portions of this chapter have been reworked to match the change in how Zoe’s blossoming sexuality is portrayed. She’s now clearly much more into it but since it’s all very new to her it’s presented more as confusion and not that she’s feeling nothing but vague curiosity.

It still sets up the narrative I wanted in that by the end she’s still not sold that sexual activity is a better time than gaming but now it’s less off-putting and dissociative. I wanted to explore a character starting at zero with low sensitivity but I ultimately agreed with the few people who were put off by the way I tried to do so.

The payoff for it wouldn’t be worth making her even harder for a portion of the audience to get into than she already is. That, and I stepped back and realized I didn’t want the follow-up to my first hugely successful work to have something so ‘arthouse’, not when I can still essentially tell the same story I wanted with Zoe just by ratcheting her starting sensitivity up a little.

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Oliver didn't consider himself an angry person. He'd struggled with spite and hatred, but his bitterness never erupted into outright anger. Honestly, the idea of yelling intimidated someone so self-conscious and generally timid as himself. Including his dramatic boxing showdown last night, he could probably count the times he'd ever raised his voice at someone on one hand.

DokaDon Empire changed things.

"You... fucking... BITCH!" Oliver raised his voice at the woman cackling like mad to his left. "You didn't have to target me! You could've used that bandit brigade on one of the fucking NPCs!"

"Sorry, Olive! None of them had as much gold as you did!" Zoe watched in pure enjoyment at the sight of a brigand battalion overwhelmed Oliver's avatar.

He rolled his defense dice when prompted, but there were just too many threats. The thugs mugged him for all his cash.

"Damn it!"

"And now we're even for that dragon you sicced on my village a few turns back,"

"I only did that because of that mage you hired to cast meteor on my second castle!"

"So what?" Zoe sneered. "Gonna cry about it?"

"No," seething, Oliver trembled with rage. "What I'm gonna do is get you back for this. Swear to God. I don't fucking care what it takes, piss goblin. You. Will. PAY."

"Big words, little man! I'd like to see you fuckin' try!"

"What did I tell you, mn? Game makes monsters out of men, mi amor. Monsters out of men. Now keep it up and do your worst. Bitch's gotta pay." Mia said, clenching her knuckles till they were white and hot.

Oliver would've believed it if Satan really did have a hand in creating DokaDon Empire, as the game seemed purposefully engineered to ruin friendships.

Outside of a few hentai games that Oliver was probably going to hell for having played, he'd never seen a game that rewarded a player so much for being an asshole. It was brutal, it was hell, it was 'Fuck You, I've Got Mine: the Officially Licensed Video Game', and more so than anything else, it was... fun? 

There was something about building up an empire and kicking enemies when they were down that primally satisfied Oliver, and he chose not to consider what that said about him.

Things were getting intense as the final turn rapidly approached. Oliver and Zoe were on even footing. Maybe the situation would've been different if Lucky Bastard wasn't still recharging its power, but alas. Their assets were perfectly tied, leaving him confused about whether Zoe would really throw the game or not.

He sure hoped she would, as Mia was getting antsier by the second, and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

“C’mon, mi amor. If you win this last minigame, Zoe won’t have enough gold to do anything on her last turn. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…!”

Damn. Oliver had only seen Mia become this heated when they were getting frisky. She wanted this bad. 

“I’m mashing the ‘X’ button as fast as I can over here,” Oliver said through gritted teeth. His thumb slammed up and down, every press causing his character to release the guillotine on a rebellious peasant.

Their plentiful screams each netted him a single gold coin.

“Not fast enough!” Zoe kept pace, pressing and pressing without reprieve.

Rather than mashing with her thumb, she relied on her pointer finger. A costly mistake. With only fifteen seconds remaining, Zoe jabbed her finger a little too hard and howled out in pain.

“GAH, FUCK!” Zoe shouted. In the heat of the moment, she dropped her controller.

This was it- his chance to close things out.

“She’s down and out, Ollie! Make her pay, make… her… PAY!”

Oliver spared Zoe a quick sideways glance where a playful wink awaited him. Mia was too absorbed to notice, but the tricky sloth hadn’t jammed her finger.

"That counted," Mia said hurriedly. "No do-overs."

"Yeah, yeah. I wasn't gonna ask for one." Zoe rolled her eyes, still rubbing her finger to keep up the charade.

"Guess all that's left is to close this out," Oliver proceeded past the minigame, and the final turn played out precisely as predicted.

Zoe and the NPCs couldn't stop Oliver from purchasing one last-second castle with his guillotine-gotten gold. With that, he officially had more territories on the board than anyone else, and DokaDon Empire declared him the victor. Cue the generic JRPG fanfare song.

Mia was the first to celebrate, pumping her fist as she said, "Fuck yeah, now that's what I'm talking about!" 

"God, that was intense..." Oliver dropped his controller and leaned back in his seat. "I feel like I just aged ten years in the last hour and a half."

"Right?" Zoe lazily followed his cue, her controller plopping to the ground. "It's the fuckin' best! I love this game, goddamn."

"I had fun, too," Mia added. "Though there may have been an element of catharsis involved in watching you screw over Zoe, mi amor."

"Heh, can't say I don't deserve it. Kinda sucks for me, though. I got my itch scratched, but now I just wish I got the chance to scratch it more often, y'know? Not a whole lot of people out there willing to touch this fucker more than once."

"Actually… speaking honestly? I didn't think it was that bad."

"Wait, really?" Zoe stared at Oliver.

"Don't get me wrong, it was bad- real bad... but I don't know, I think it was a good kind of bad?"

"Well fuck me in the ass, then! Didn't think you had it in you, Olive. I'm guessing you felt that sadistic rush, too, huh? That thrill you get from fucking other people over with rampant, unchecked douchebaggery?"

"Not how I would've put it, but yeah, something like that," he laughed. "A lot of games out there try to make playing as the villain some big selling point, but this? This really made me feel like one, and that was kinda nice. I've had enough for one day, but going another round with you sometime wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

Zoe blinked a couple of times and tilted her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but there was a delay. Her words just wouldn't come to her until she forced them out with a snide laugh.

"Better be careful what you wish for, Olive. The training wheels are popping the fuck off next time, and I ain't gonna be holding back!"

[Zoe has gained +3 Affection! +2 Smooth Talker]

Zoe's sharp expression and angry eyes softened as she smiled, a little color rising in her cheeks. The sight made Oliver's mouth dry. Why did girls always have to be so much cuter when they lowered their guard? It wasn't fair. He already felt shallow enough, and this wasn't helping.

At least he wasn’t the only one on edge.

“So,” Mia spoke up.

Zoe turned their way, a smug expression already on her face. “Yes, Mia?” 

“I believe I was promised something upon my boyfriend’s victory,”

“Were you? Hm. Weird, I can't fuckin’ remember for the life of me…”

“Not playing this game with you, perezosa,” Mia’s eyebrow twitched. “Dreamed about this ever since I learned I was into it. Can’t just yank it out from under my nose.”

“Easy, girl! I’m not yanking jackshit. I’m just saying I can’t remember what I promised. That’s all. If you were to remind me, though… well, who knows what would happen?”

“You… I… ugh, always gotta amuse yourself somehow, don’t you? Come on, mi amor. Back me up here.”

Oliver and Zoe shared a knowing glance. Not a word was spoken, but the message was clear.

Ball’s in your court, Olive.

“Come to think of it, why did we start playing?” He rubbed his chin, not missing a beat. “I feel like there was some important reason, but I’m drawing a massive blank over here…”

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“What? If we’re forgetting something, feel free to remind us.”

“Yeah, Mia. Remind us!”

Mia's cheeks matched her bangs as her frustration boiled over. “Really gonna make me say it, huh? Not good enough for you that you get to make out with another chica; you really gotta tease me on top of it?”

“I’ll stop teasing you when you stop liking it,”

“…Fuck you, pendejo,”

[Mia has gained +1 Affection! +1 Smooth Talker]

Oliver was thankful Zoe set this up for him. As expected of her childhood friend, Zoe knew precisely how to push Mia’s buttons in just the right way. The evidence was right there on her face. Mia’s expression could be easily mistaken for anger, but her mouth’s corner kept lifting into a humiliated smirk.

Yeah, she was totally into this…

And so was he.

“Tell us what you want, or you’re not getting it,”

“W-What?”

“I said tell us what you want, or you’re not getting it,” Oliver repeated with greater authority.

“I… ah… mn… this… t-this isn’t…”

“Get it together, girl! God! Everyone knows how fucked up you are, so just fuckin’ spit it out already, and I promise I’ll do the stupid thing!”

“Argh! Fine, I get it. I’ll say it, God damn you- the both of you.” Mia huffed, sucked in a lungful of air, and hurriedly proclaimed, “I… I want you to make out with my boyfriend like you said you would. There. I did the thing. Is everyone happy now?”

“I think I got some pretty good mileage out of teasing you, yeah,” Oliver said. “Zoe?”

“Same! Been a while since I’ve seen you get so flustered, heh. Kinda miss all those funny faces you make. Speaking of, I wonder what kinda face you’ll be making after I do this?”

Zoe sat up and straddled Oliver. Since she was fairly taller, his face was level with her tits as she hovered over him. Already excited from the mutual bullying they gave Mia, the visual stimulation and her closeness only made his blood burn twice as hot.

Mia stared at her best friend and boyfriend, her mouth opening in stunned silence at the unthinkable scene. Her heart sped up, beating and beating. It hurt her. Made her feel jealous, but only in the best possible way. Fuck. If Zoe just lowered her hips a little more, she’d practically be-

“Wow,” Zoe snorted. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Can I?” Mia blurted, fumbling for her phone.

“Um, n-no? I was joking. God, you little fuckin’ perv…” 

“S-Sorry… carry on…”

Zoe shook her head, sighed, and then looked down at Oliver. He was staring just as shamelessly as his girlfriend. What a strange situation to be in. She never thought she’d see the day where she gave intimacy an honest to goodness try, but Zoe couldn’t say she wasn’t a little curious as to why everyone else enjoyed it so much.

Might as well.

“Lay it on me, Olive. If I plop myself down right now, am I gonna feel-”

“Yes,” he freely admitted, though his face showcased embarrassment.

“Fuckin’ figures,” Zoe sighed and took her seat. Her eyes shot wide open after the thick bulge in his pants pressed up against her, her glasses nearly falling off her nose as she jolted back up. “Motherfucker! What the hell’s going on down there?!”

“Nothing you didn't know to expect," Oliver said. "There's a half-naked e-girl on my lap; nature is working as intended."

“Sure, but… fuck, dude. What the shit?”

Mia dreamily sighed. “Big, isn’t he…?”

“I guess? Not like I have any fuckin’ frame of reference…” Zoe grumbled.

"Why so surprised? You saw it this morning..." Mia pointed out.

"Yeah, but I didn't fuckin' feel it, I... ah, whatever... let's just do a quick warm-up and see how it goes, Olive. You game?"

"Kind of a rhetorical question at this point, don't you think?"

"Heh, fair enough... all right, take two..."

Zoe sat down on his lap for the second time. The sensation between her legs wasn't as surprising now that she knew what to expect, but it was still a strange experience. She was only wearing a thin pair of pajama pants and nothing else down there. His erection was hard and throbbed against her, which she could feel even through his pants.

It felt oddly nice. More than she expected, anyway, but Zoe didn’t feel it was anything to write home about just yet. She wasn’t sure what to make of it just yet.

Oliver knew exactly how he felt and he enjoyed his current circumstance very much. Zoe was bigger and heavier than Mia, so feeling her weight pressing down on his lap drove him wild. He was raring to go, almost like he hadn't been jerked off a couple hours ago.

Then he noticed Zoe’s conflicted expression. Erection or not, he couldn't proceed in good conscience without a quick vibe check.

"Doing all right?" Oliver asked. "You're looking a little anxious."

"I'm fine, Olive. It's just a little weirded out because I've never done this before, okay? That's all. Not a big fuckin' deal or anything."

"If you're not feeling it, just say so," Mia mumbled frustratedly. "Might be a little upset after all the build-up, but it's not like I wanna force you into this."

"You're not. This whole thing was my idea, remember? Don't worry about me so much. Just kick back and enjoy the show. Here," Zoe grabbed Oliver's hands, placing them on her hips before resting hers on his shoulders. "This is for you, Mia. I'm... uh, y'know... I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend, or whatever..."

With little fanfare, Zoe leaned in and kissed Oliver softly on the lips. It only lasted a few seconds. Not knowing what the fuck she was doing, she made a loud, stereotypical kissy noise as she separated from him. The loud smack felt pretty good on his lips, strangely enough. It left them feeling tingly.

Reality hit Oliver as Zoe pulled away. Here he was, not even four days after his first kiss, another insanely hot girl on his lap, having just given him an awkward smooch while his voyeuristic girlfriend watched with glee. There didn't exist words to adequately convey how much he suddenly loved his life, so once again, Oliver settled for old reliable;

Hell yeah.

[Milestone Achieved! First Kiss with Zoe +25LP]

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

It seemed there was no increase in affection on Zoe's end. Understandable. It was just a quick peck, after all, and at least her total didn't get lowered.

Mia predictably enjoyed what she saw, but it didn't activate the Kiss King bonus. He'd assumed it wouldn't, but the wording was a little vague, and it didn't specify if kissing-triggered affection boosts were strictly tied to the heroine getting kissed. It now appeared that was the case, which was good to know.

"...Well, that was fuckin' weird," Zoe commented.

Hearing her say that didn't fill him with confidence, but Oliver kept his composure as he asked, "Good weird, or bad weird?"

"Just normal weird. I dunno, might need to try it a little more before I know for sure.”

"I thought it was nice," Oliver admitted, blushing.

Zoe smiled a little at that, albeit awkwardly. "Yeah? Well... good. I’m glad.”

"I liked it, too..." Mia managed to squeak out between excited trembles.

"Imagine my fuckin' surprise," Zoe laughed.

"Yeah, yeah... so... I gotta ask. You got anything else where that came from, or...?"

"I said that was just a warm-up, didn't I? The show's only getting started!" Zoe turned her attention back to the man of the hour. "How about it, Olive? Think you can keep cool long enough to give the little lady what she wants, or are you gonna pop off?"

"I'm not gonna cum that fast... having you on my lap feels nice and all, but we're not really doing anything that would push me over the edge."

"M-Maybe if you started rocking your hips back and forth against mi amor, you might get him to-"

"Hey. Don't pressure her, Mia. Zoe’s new to all this and it doesn’t come naturally to her like it does for you. You have to let her go at her own pace.”

"Ah... sí, you're right. I'm sorry, Zoe. Excitement's... well, it’s getting the best of me..."

"I noticed that, yeah. God, I swear..." Zoe clicked her tongue, eying Mia's knees clenching together and her restless right hand stroking her inner thigh. She then turned back to Oliver and gave him another cheeky smile. “And as for you, thanks for being so chill. Really. I... y'know, appreciate it, and shit? Still can't believe you're able to just sit there packing that much heat without turning into a creep on me, Olive. Shit's kinda crazy."

Zoe's casual behavior and defenseless smile inspired him to say something a little out there, thinking she'd appreciate the humor.

"Oh, I'm definitely turning into a creep on you. I just know the ride's up as soon as I show it, so I'm not rushing to tip my hand."

Zoe stared at him for a couple seconds before her cheeks puffed out, unsuccessfully holding back a snort. "The fuck, dude! I can't believe you just fuckin' said that. Thought you weren't into radioactive piss goblins like me, huh? What happened to that?"

"That was before one shoved their huge tits in my face and sat on my lap," Oliver retorted, still trying his best.

"Oh my God! Mia, are you hearing the crazy shit coming outta your boyfriend's mouth?"

"Indeed I am. Happen to like it when he does that, personally. Always keeps me on my toes. The moment I think he's in sad little white boy mode, boom. Pendejo comes in swinging with the big dick energy."

Oliver took the teasing in stride, letting them have their fun since he was getting his. "I try,"

"Can't say I hate that about you, Olive," Zoe cracked a sharp smirk at him. "Think I might even kinda like it."

[Zoe has gained +3 Affection! +2 Smooth Talker]

"Here you go; a little service for both of you pervs," she said, coinciding with Oliver's BGM changing to a more sensual rendition of her glitchy chiptune theme.

Zoe couldn't say what possessed her to do so, but she started grinding her hips against Oliver's erection. Not a lot or anything. She was only slutting it up a little bit. Enough to see how they liked it. How she liked it.

The answer Zoe found was; well enough. Oliver’s hardness and size made grinding on him feel a little better than touching herself, but she still didn’t believe she was missing out on anything special. At least the pervs were enjoying themselves.

Oliver lost every bit of cockiness he had, making a stupid face as she rubbed him down. Honestly, his expression was Zoe’s favorite part of the experience. The mild pleasure building up between her legs was nice and all, but seeing him enjoy himself was somehow nicer.

Zoe kind of liked it, and she didn’t know what to do with this information.

As for Mia, the little weirdo really was getting off on watching her boyfriend's dick get dry-humped by some other chick. Her jaw fell slack, her glasses fogged up, and her hand dipped into her shorts. Perv didn't even notice she was being watched.

Zoe didn’t know a lot about sex, but she really didn't understand whatever the hell was up with Mia. How many wires had to be crossed inside that brain of hers to end up like this? A billion? Two?

Not that it really mattered. Fucked in the head as she was, Mia was Zoe’s best friend, as well as the sole reason anything good had ever happened in Zoe’s life.

It pissed her off that she hadn't noticed Mia was upset with her. That she sucked at having friends. That her fans needed her as much as they did.

Zoe knew this wouldn't make up for her latest display of emotional unavailability, but she figured it was a pretty solid start. Mia's fucked up fetish was like an itch she'd never reach without some help, and what else were friends for?

And besides, Zoe was starting to enjoy herself the more she teased Oliver and studied his reaction. Bit by bit, she was getting something out of this.

Still not as much as him, though. Oliver was suddenly grabbing her hips a lot tighter, his expression strained. Things must be getting pretty dire. Might be a good time for a reality check.

"Either of you fuckin' nerds still with me?" She asked, easing up.

"H-Huh?" Oliver tore his focus from the pendulous swaying of Zoe's curves to meet her amused gaze. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good... just kinda got lost for a while, there. I can't even believe this is happening. Fuck, Zoe..."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Heh."

"I would," Mia whimpered. "I'd like it so fucking much, Zoe. So fucking much. God."

Having been preoccupied until now, Oliver looked over at his girlfriend to see how she was holding up. The answer was... well, it was either 'not good' or 'really, really good', depending on your point of view. She'd since transformed into her fully heated-up form, becoming a sloppy mess with her hand down her pants.

The sight did things to Oliver. Things that were impossible for Zoe not to notice.

"...Jesus, you two are unbelievable. Especially you, Mia. Are you seriously touching yourself to this? Right here? In front of me?"

"Y-Yes...?" Mia whined, the derision winding the little masochist up. "I-I'm sorry, I... was I, mn... n-not supposed to?"

"It's fine, not like I've never walked in on you going to town on your horny ass before... I'm just... a little surprised, is all. I haven't even kissed the fuckin' dude and you're already halfway to staining our fuckin' couch!"

"I-I'm not gonna stain the couch...!" Mia removed her hand and then rubbed her wrist. It looked like it hurt. "Mi amor will take me back to my room before that happens, sí?"

"...Yeah, I will. But I want you not to touch yourself in the meantime."

"Mn? Why not?"

"Because I told you not to, kitten. That should be enough for you." He didn’t want to pull out the nickname in front of Zoe, but he couldn't stop her without it.

Mia lowered her head in shame, acutely aware of the funny look her best friend was now giving her. "...Fine, but only because it'll feel better when you do it,”

"Hooooold the fuck up. Is 'kitten' really the nickname you guys are going with? Really? Cause that's some real-ass 'ninth-grader's first girlfriend starter pack' shit right there." Zoe forced herself not to laugh. "Wait, wait, wait. Is that what's up with the new collar?!”

“Nice of you to finally notice,” Mia frowned, pawing at her nameplate. “It was a present from mi amor. A very romantic one at that, thank you very much.”

Oliver blushed as Zoe wondered if she was really so out of touch with the sex-havers that getting someone a pet collar was somehow seen as romantic.

…Nah.

They were probably just weird.

“I noticed it a while ago! Just didn’t say anything, geez. Do something about your cat, Olive. She keeps hissing at me.”

“I think I know a way to shut her up,”

“True. Might as well give the little kitty-cat what she wants.” Zoe inched closer to Oliver’s lips, Mia’s sassiness receding as her arousal peaked.

“Finally,” Mia sighed, leaning in close for a better look.

“Sorry in advance if I suck ass at this,”

“No worries. I’m just along for the ride, remember?”

“Heh. Let’s go ahead and take you for a spin, then…”

Oliver’s heart raced as the fateful moment approached. This was it. Dozens of thoughts and emotions swirled inside him like a raging storm.

Making Mia happy, the development of his powers, the accrual of LP, the slight crush he was nurturing towards Zoe… there were so many factors to this one little kiss that it was almost dizzying.

Still, Oliver was determined to see this through no matter how much his head spun. He pulled Zoe’s hips closer to him, taking some initiative. The knowledge Kiss King imparted within him activated before their lips met, giving him a sense of what to do.

And then they kissed.

For real, this time.

“Mn…? Mn…”

“Oh, shit…” Mia gasped.

Oliver was enjoying himself, too.

His first kiss with Zoe wasn’t long enough to note any differences between her and Mia. This time, he realized that Zoe had thicker lips than his girlfriend, though they were equal in softness. She also tasted like energy drinks, which... wasn't the worst thing she could taste like.

On the contrary, he was kind of into it. He’d never admit it, but he was.

Besides that, the most significant difference between Zoe and his girlfriend was predictably enthusiasm. Mia kissed him like her heart burned for him, because it did. That signature passion made up for her inexperience, while Zoe had no such trait to hide hers. She was slow and awkward, just feeling her way around and adjusting to the strange sensation of being kissed.

Oliver put Kiss King to the test once their tongues entered the picture.

“Mnn?!” Zoe was shocked by the sudden intrusion into her lips, but not enough to pull away. Her hands gripped Oliver’s shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin.

Oliver relished the minor pain, letting it embolden him as he kissed harder and harder. He wanted to leave an impression and wasn’t thinking rationally. Otherwise, he might’ve worried a little more about scaring her off.

Zoe didn’t shy away, wanting to explore the sensation while doing her best to try and keep up with all the weird shit that Oliver’s tongue did. It was awkward, but it felt good and made her start reflexively rocking her hips again, forcinf him to groan into her mouth.

“Oh, God, mi amor…” Mia shivered and shook as she watched them make out. The command not to touch herself he’d given her might as well have been torture. She couldn’t sit still. Her thighs kept clenching, her breath growing heavier and heavier.

Every last inch of the poor kitten ached with need.

“W-Where is this coming from, Ollie? You’ve never kissed me that hard…”

Mia’s words set off alarm bells in his brain, urging him to check that he hadn’t taken things too far. Nope. She still had that humiliated grin he was starting to love. That strange look of sadness in her eyes mixed with pure, unadulterated joy everywhere else was something he’d never understand, but Christ was her ‘getting cucked’ face hot.

Taking the correct message from it, he kissed Zoe even harder.

“Sí, sí…!” Mia cried in approval. “Now play with her tits, mi amor! Grab them. Fuck them up. God, they’re so much fucking bigger than mine… Zoe’s just barely an e-cup, you know…”

Oliver paused, registering that information by pumping even more blood into his dick. He didn’t do anything about it, though. Not without consent. They hadn’t discussed going that far, and just because Mia got carried away didn’t mean he had any excuse to.

And then Zoe grabbed his wrists, shoving his hands on her breasts. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Mia gasped like she was running out of air. Consent no longer a concern, Oliver indulged in his base instincts and groped away.

His fingers sank into Zoe’s pillowy mounds, the sensation so overwhelming it sped up his kissing. They were so heavy. So soft. A little less firm than Mia’s perky c-cups but much firmer than he expected. Just hefting the heavy orbs up and squeezing was nearly more stimulation than he could handle.

Zoe sensed how close he was and panicked. She wanted to avoid finishing him off, even if that meant stopping herself short. She finally pulled away, gasping for air almost as loudly as Mia. They'd been fooling around for about five minutes straight, and her face was now a blushing mess of confusion.

“Ah… hah… f-fuck… okay, pervs… think I’ve had more than enough for right about now…”

“Oh, uh, y-yeah. Sure.” He pulled his hands away like a gentleman as Zoe rolled back to her side of the couch. They felt embarrassingly empty without a pair of tits to palm, but Oliver soon forgot all about that once the notifications came.

[Milestones Achieved! Made Out with Zoe +25LP, Played with Zoe’s Tits +20LP]

[Quest Completed! Made Out with Zoe In Front of Mia +30]

[Mia has gained +5 Affection!]

Just like that, Oliver’s second quest was wrapped up with a neat little bow.

Two other things stood out to him. He didn’t get a milestone for dry-humping Zoe, and her affection hadn’t gone up. He assumed the first implied sexual acts had to go until completion for them to count, while the second was a little more worrisome.

In hindsight, Oliver felt a little silly for assuming Zoe would automatically get an affection increase just because he was a good kisser. She didn’t seem like she disliked it, though, so he figured he’d have to hear what she had to say.

Mia was equally eager to learn the details and leaned across Oliver’s lap to get in Zoe’s face.

“How was he? Did you like it? Tell me everything, Zoe. Please, I'm dying to hear all about it.”

Zoe blushed even harder and gently swatted Mia away. “Christ, let a woman catch her breath, why don’t you? It was… look, I still don’t know, okay? I think I liked it, but I’d have to give it another go sometime.” 

“If that’s what you want, then I’m sure we Mia wouldn’t have any objections-”

“Correcta,”

“But there’s no pressure either way. If you liked it, great. If you didn’t, that’s okay, too.” Oliver gave her a patient smile. “No one expects you to have it all figured out a few seconds after your first kiss. Sexuality is weird like that.”

“…Thanks, Olive,” Zoe returned his smile with a grin of her own, then turned to Mia. “What about you, perv? Are you happy now?”

“Sí,” Mia frowned. “Was hoping there’d be sparks, though, but I suppose that’s my fault for getting my hopes up…”

“Oh, cheer up, kitty-cat. I said I didn’t hate it, didn’t I?” 

After a few seconds of silence, Mia hopped across Oliver's lap and hugged her friend as hard as her petite noodle arms could muster.

“Gah! Mia? W-What the fuck?!”

“Thank you for this, Zoe. It meant a lot...”

Zoe looked at Oliver, flustered, and found him smiling in support. The gesture was strangely comforting. It softened her up, getting her to wrap her arms awkwardly around Mia in a full embrace.

“Yeah, yeah... you don’t gotta make a big deal out of it, I’m just glad you had a good time. Maybe we really will have to give it another shot sometime?”

Mia pulled away and perked up. “...Really?”

“Sure, supposing your owner doesn’t mind,”

“Hey, I’m down for whatever so long as you’re not forcing yourself,”

“How many times do I have to say I think I kinda liked it before you guys get it through your heads?” She sighed. “You worry way too much about shit, I swear.”

“I’d rather worry too much than too little,” Oliver countered. “Especially when you’re still confused and figuring this shit out.”

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection! +1 Smooth Talker]

Oliver smiled at the pattern that was forming. Zoe liked him more whenever he showed restraint, patience, and understanding regarding her boundaries. That worked out great for him since he didn’t have to do anything other than be himself.

“Appreciate it, but still. If I’m uncomfortable, you’ll be the first to know. Until then, try and chill out a little, okay?”

“We’re working on his chronic overanxiety,” Mia reclined, now sitting firmly on Oliver’s lap. “Among other things.”

“Maybe you should work on them back in your room, then? Not to brag, but I got his dick niiiiiice and ready for you. Wouldn’t be surprised if he goes and jizzes on your face again the second you whip it out.”

“I’m not that close, I-” Oliver paused after noticing Mia had frozen up. He couldn’t see her face, so he had to ask. “…Is she drooling?”

“What do you think, Olive? Of course she’s fuckin' drooling.”

“I… I am not…!” Mia said, wiping up drool from the corner of her mouth.

Oliver shook his head and sighed.

It was time to get some relief and care for his needy pet. He surprised both girls by standing and hoisting Mia over his shoulder. Doing this in front of Zoe was a little embarrassing, but he masked his timidity with confidence.

Mia liked the power move, as she always did.

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

“Come on, kitten. Let’s go and get you calmed down.”

“A-Ah! Um, I… o-okay, mi amor… I guess we’re doing this now, s-so, um… thank you again, Zoe…” Mia waved meekly at her best friend as Oliver carried her away.

“Have fun,” Zoe laughed incredulously at the balls on this guy. “Oh, wait. One last thing. I’m gonna hang around out here for a while on my phone until I pass the fuck out, so try and keep it down, Mia… unless you want me to hear all the filthy fuckin’ noises you’re gonna make?”

Mia’s throat went dry as Zoe flashed her an evil grin.

”Your call, kitty-cat…”

Grateful for the assist, Oliver disappeared into Mia’s room and summoned enough courage to put a finishing touch on top of Zoe’s skillful tease. He left the door open a crack and ensured Mia saw it, ignoring her when she asked him to close it only to plop her on her bed. Zoe went and revved both of them off, Oliver physically and Mia psychologically, and now was finally time to blow off some much-needed steam.

Staring at Mia’s door, Zoe sank into the couch and sighed.

“Fuckin’ pervs…"

***

Stat Changes

Oliver Chase | Strength 9 | Style 1 | Spark 1 | Smart 0
Cash: $920 | LP: 270

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend | 77/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

Zoe Myers | Status: Mia's BFF | 27/100 | ♡♡♡♡♡