Vol 1 End - Love Addict's RPG Ch. 60

And that's a wrap. I'm very tired and stressed now but most of the ebook is already formatted. Will submit it as soon as I get the file that's missing. I'll make a post later for everyone to give me their thoughts and shit but I could really use the positivity right about now.

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Thursday, February 22nd

For the second day in a row, Oliver awakened in a state of total Zen. His girlfriend had flipped around somewhere during the night and now had her arms clinging around him along with her legs. Mia used him like a giant throw pillow, seeming more like a koala bear than a kitten. The situation was uncomfortable in the best possible way.

He didn't know what time it was, and he wasn't rushing to whip out his phone and check. Preferably, he wanted this morning to last forever. He had a massive smile as he remembered his rapid-fire week of romantic adventures, recalling everything it took to get him where he was. Safe to say, it was the most hectic, batshit insane week he'd ever had. It made him mentally exhausted thinking about how this was most likely a good indication of how the rest of his life would play out.

Oliver stared at Mia's sleeping face, melting in her general presence. She looked so cute and innocent in the morning light, starkly contrasting with the sultry and submissive girl he played with under the moonlight. If it weren't for her lewd leather choker, he'd have had some doubts as to whether it was really Mia.

He was so taken in by her face that he didn't initially notice the fact that her shirt's neckline was stretched, leaving one of her bare breasts revealed. His eyes went wide upon realization. This was it, the first time he'd ever seen a naked tit. His imagination didn't do the real thing justice, the sheer eroticism of her exposed flesh and her dark brown nipple being off the charts.

As much as Oliver's intense morning wood enjoyed the sight, he forced himself to do the right thing and cover her up. Mia made it explicitly clear that she wasn't comfortable being seen naked yet, and far be it from him not to respect that.

"...Could've kept looking," Mia stated softly. "Nothing wrong with a little sneak peek."

"Oh, hey. You're awake?"

"Somewhat. Got up a few hours ago to text the boss lady. Been dozing on and off ever since. Figured I'd just lay here and vibe for as long as you'd let me."

Oliver smiled. "That sounds nice. You're making me want to stay in bed all day."

"Wouldn't mind," Mia yawned and opened her eyes, her icy blue irises as striking as ever. "But I can't enjoy my 'sick day' in good conscience till we clear this up, mi amor." She applied pressure on his crotch with her knee, the surprising stimulation forcing Oliver to groan.

"So eager," Oliver observed. "You're not in heat again, are you?"

A tired smile stretched across her pouty lips. "Nah. At a normal level of horny right about now, unlike you. You always this hard in the morning?"

"...No," he admitted. "It's half that I'm pent up and half that I woke up next to you."

"Should've pushed harder last night," she frowned. "Woulda done something for you."

"You were barely conscious at the end, though,"

"Mn, don't remind me..." Mia purred. "Point still stands. We were both supposed to have fun last night, and you made it all about me."

"I had-"

"I know you did," she reached up to his lips with her pointer finger, silencing him. "But did you ever stop to consider I might've had more fun watching you shoot off another few loads?"

"No. You might remember I kind of didn't stop at all."

Mia begrudgingly laughed at that, then came in close for a quick kiss, her hand leaving his lip to brush the exterior of his boxers. "So far, our whole relationship has just been you getting me nice things, hanging out with me, getting into fights because of me... me, me, me. How about you just shut up and let things be about you for once, sí?"

Oliver found he had nothing to say to that. He did have a habit of downplaying his own needs and elevating Mia's, now that he really thought about it. He then remembered how vulnerable he felt leading up to his lone climax the night before. Maybe she was onto something. He might've been deflecting without even realizing it and making things about her so that it didn't have to be about him.

He would have to get over it sooner than later, and it wasn't like he didn't want to be pleasured, so...

"You make a convincing argument," Oliver gave her a mock shrug. "Guess I've got no choice but to let you have at it."

Mia smiled approvingly, peeling off the blanket as she sat up, knocking down even more plushies. "Glasses, please," she extended her hand, pointing at the nightstand. "Wanna see this shit in full HD."

There was a joke about double standards there, one he wouldn't make on account of her self-image issues. But both knew it was there, and Mia approved of his gentlemanly restraint. It was just another reason to reward him as soon she had her glasses on.

Once he handed them off, the gentle morning music in his head shifted to Mia's sensual sex theme as she parted his knees, laid down in between his legs, and stretched her tired body out like a cat. She even had a grin to match. Oliver realized he might've underestimated how much enjoyment she would get from this. Her eyes were sparkling, and Mia couldn't help licking her lips as her fingers drew their way up his thighs and toward his boxers.

The slow and nearly painful way she drew this out because more blood to flood into his cock with every passing second. Mia watched as he literally pulsated against his boxers, straining to be free.

"Mn," she shook her head. "You really need this, mi amor. Not only that, but you deserve it. Say it with me."

He looked into her eyes, finding she was serious and actively expecting him to follow along. "I... deserve this...?"

"Like you mean it," her fingers traced along the elastic band at his waist. "More confidence."

"I deserve this," Oliver clenched his fists.

"Again,"

"I deserve this...!!"

"Fuck yeah, you do," Mia was proud of his declaration and did the honors of yanking down his boxers. His full erection stood at attention, twitching and pulsing against the open air. "My god..." she muttered, taking in what she saw.

Oliver's cock was big, thick, and it demanded satisfaction on a primal level. It was everything Mia wanted and more. Not only was it raring to go, but it had an angry, flared tip, it oozed precum, and visible veins throbbed red-hot blood everywhere she looked. It had a distinct smell, too, but not a bad one if you were a pervert like Mia was.

Oliver noticed how she looked at him, the glimmer in her eyes, the lazy smile on her face. It was embarrassing but not as bad as he thought it would be. On the contrary, he liked the attention. Made him feel good about himself.

"What do you think?" He asked, goading her on.

"Think that as an artist, I'm divinely inspired right now," Mia smiled up at him. "In other words, nice cock."

"Thanks," Oliver laughed. It was subtle, but he twitched from the praise- something Mia picked up on and that she was interested in exploring.

She purposefully avoided touching him much the same as he did last night, running her hands up his thighs and around his hips back down to his balls, where she called upon her courage to cup them in her left hand. They were surprisingly warm and undoubtedly full to bursting, too. Mia loved the feeling, and if she wasn't trying to get him off, she felt like he could play with them for hours. It seemed that guys weren't the only ones who liked playing with the soft round parts of their partner's body.

"These are pretty nice, too. They seem a little bigger than ones I've seen on the internet."

Oliver was bright red, but the pleasant sensation of being held by Mia dictated his entire existence. "I... don't know what to keep saying other than thanks..."

"What's the matter?" She tilted her head, timing it with the faintest squeeze of his sack. "Don't know how to take a compliment, mi amor? Personally, I think the way you get all squirmy is adorable."

"Very funny," Oliver rolled his eyes. He wasn't so far gone that he didn't notice his words being used against him or his lover's sarcastic smile.

"Not joking. Mind if I lay on the praise a little more, Ollie?" Her right hand reached out. At first, Oliver was worried about her injury, but she merely traced her fingertips along the throbbing underside up to his tip to avoid straining herself. "This thing deserves to be worshiped, you know. Just lay back and let me touch you and tell you all about how much I love your cock... okay?"

He shivered, her words affecting him just as powerfully as her touch on his sensitive skin- sensitive being the keyword. "Yeah, that's... that's okay... it's just..."

Her hands traded places, the left grasping his shaft while the right held his balls. Both hands felt phenomenal, especially when she added a soft squeeze to each. "I know you're not gonna last long, mi amor. You're a guy. That's normal when you're just starting out, and you don't need to try to impress me. Just want you to feel good. That's all this is about, Ollie. Giving you what you deserve."

"A-Ah," Oliver moaned softly, unable to hold back. "It... um, it means a lot to hear you say that, but it's still a little-"

"Silencio," she looked up at him with a firm expression, no longer fucking around. "Not another word till you cum, sí?"

"I'm not sure if I can-"

"Not. Another. Word." Mia emphasized her seriousness by squeezing the base of his shaft a tiny bit harder than he was comfortable with while glaring up at him. He winced and dug his fingers into the sheets, nodding his consent. "Good."

Oliver did his best to relax under his new circumstances as Mia officially began giving him a handjob. She relied solely on her left hand, meaning it was somewhat clumsy and uncomfortable as she learned the ropes, but the feeling of having another person do this for him still made it better than any other time he'd jacked himself off. Mia was caring and attentive, keeping on the gentler side of things with slow strokes and teasing caresses, doing little to appease his desperately aching shaft.

Despite her words, Oliver could tell Mia was doing her best not to push him over the edge and make this last as long as possible. It was nice of her to be considerate, but the gesture was almost meaningless when combined with the vast amount of praise she laid on him while she worked.

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she exhaled, her voice low, sleepy, and downright lazy even when compared to how she usually spoke. It matched the slow pace she maintained, devoid of the intense passion he'd come to expect from her during bouts of heavy petting. "Would've been happy no matter how big you are, but you had to go and have a monster, mn? I'm sorry I wasn't a very good kitten last night, mi amor. I should've pushed back harder, but you were just so dominant and commanding I had no choice but to listen..."

Mia started to stroke a little bit faster, perking up at the way his breath hitched and his cock trembled in her grip. "It's okay. Gonna make it up to you. Gonna drain these nice and dry, just you wait..." she squeezed his balls for emphasis, smiling as he arched his back. "And we won't stop there, oh, no, no, no... gonna do all kinds of things for you eventually. Still gonna need time to work up to it, but... you got any idea how badly your little kitten wants to take things even further? Mn? How much I want you to fuck me with this?"

"A-Ah...!" Oliver tried to keep quiet and stifle the moan, failing miserably. The pressure was building faster and faster, matching the rate at which she touched him. Mia was getting better with every stroke.

"We'll get there," she whispered gently. "Promise we will. I'm sorry for making you wait, but it's gonna be worth it..."

Mia was really testing his ability to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to comfort her and tell her he didn't mind waiting, probably throwing in a few words about how beautiful she was, but the fact that she had his balls in her hands made him more compliant than he otherwise would've been.

"Honestly, you'll probably miss how things used to be... gonna be crazy as hell after we finally cross the line, Ollie..." Mia quickened her pace again, forcing his jaw to drop as the pleasure built within him, burning to get out. Her voice was amping up, as well. "Imagine it. How horny I'm gonna be after the fact. Gonna need you to fuck me five or six times a day at the bare minimum, mi amor..." Mia took each ball between forefinger and thumb, applying pressure one at a time as she said, "These guys'll need to learn how to work overtime if they want to keep their gatita nice and happy and fucked full of cum."

"Oh my fucking god..." Oliver broke his promise, clenching his eyes shut and shifting his hips, orgasm rapidly approaching as he lay entirely at her mercy.

Mia didn't care. Telling him not to talk was more to get him out of his head and stop worrying about stupid shit. In reality, she was delighted to see how good she made him feel. Though her intense desires had cooled off from the night before, the cute faces he made and his adorable sounds threatened to bring her back to the brink of deep arousal.

"Know what I wanna see, Ollie...?"

"W-What...?"

"Wanna see how hard you fucking cum. Only saw your face last night when you shot off between my legs. Felt good, Ollie. Felt real good, but it just wasn't enough for me. I'm a dirty girl, mi amor. Can't get enough of what I like, and I love seeing a guy just fucking lose his shit as he shoots rope after rope... only seen it in porn, though. Wanna see it for real. Think you can show me, mn?"

Oliver was trembling harder with every word coming out of her mouth. It took all his willpower not to lose it then and there, but it was still a few precious seconds off. He wasn't even trying to impress her or look cool anymore. This just felt so good, and he delayed out of a sheer animalistic desire to make this last as long as possible.

He rapidly nodded his head, unable to vocalize.

Mia smirked, reveling in how good of a job she was doing. Her inner submissive was beyond satisfied with how good she made Oliver feel. For the final step, she did what she'd wanted to do this entire time.

Mia released his balls and grabbed the upper half of his rock-hard cock with her right hand. Her grip with it was much less tight than her left, but even so, she stroked him with both and started playing with his frenulum using her thumb, going off of tips she'd read online and things she'd seen in porn or hentai.

"Go on, then. Cum, mi amor... cum, cum, cum. Almost there, sí, almost there. Pretend these hands are my pussy, mi amor. My tight, hot, wet, virgin pussy. That's it. Mn, yes. You're throbbing so hard, dreaming of fucking my pussy... so hard. Come on, Ollie. Thought you said you wanted to give me lots and lots of raw creampies, didn't you? Now's your chance. Cum in me, mi amor. Cum in my pussy. Cum in-"

"AH-AHHHH!"

"Theeeeeere you go..." Mia watched in total awe as the fruit of her effort bore fruit.

His achingly red cock expanded and surged in her tight grip, beginning the biggest and most intense orgasm Oliver had ever experienced. It was even better than their thigh sex, as her guided instructions and personal attention made this feel unbelievably more pleasurable by comparison. He gifted Mia her heart's desire, treating her to the first live cum show of her life.

She opened her mouth in excitement, a massive spurt of semen splashing onto her face. Her glasses protected her eyes, allowing her to bask in them as the ropes kept flying, some landing on her tongue after she purposefully extended it.

Rather than shutting his eyes and bearing it, Oliver watched her for as long as he could. It was almost crazy how much he was cumming without a lust skill boosting his production, but he kept on shooting, more pent-up than he gave himself credit for. He just kept going and going, and just when things seemed like they were finally about to die off-

"MIA!" A voice called out from elsewhere in the house, followed by the slamming of a door and the furious stomping of footsteps. These footsteps were rapidly approaching their current location, and it was all happening too fast for either of them to do anything about it.

Mia's door swung open, the voice stomping forward as she screamed in time with Oliver's internal BGM pausing, "I GOT FUCKING TEMP BANNED!"

The girl Oliver currently laid eyes on a paradox if he ever saw one. Standing quite a lot taller than Mia, she had long, greasy, dark green hair, carried a game controller in her hand, and appeared to be on enough caffeine to give an elephant a heart attack. Jittery like a dying motor engine and with deep purple bags hanging beneath equally purple, angry, bloodshot eyes, this veritable cocaine gremlin was somehow one of the hottest girls Oliver had ever seen, bar none- rivaling Stacy in sheer sex appeal like it was the easiest thing in the world for her.

Dressed almost exclusively in a mix of black and pink, the only clothing she had on was a pair of kneesocks, an opened wraparound hoodie depicting a cloudy night sky, a black set of cat-eared headphones with pink-glowing LED accents, and a skimpy gamer-themed bra and panty set. The bra had buttons and joysticks printed on it to make each breast look like half of a game controller, though the main takeaway anyone would've gotten from the bra wasn't its design but a profound curiosity as to how the garment hadn't yet torn in half under the weight of her huge tits.

"Get this," she continued to speak, her voice rapidly paced and sounding slightly scratchy by default. "Some fucking no-life dipshit reported me over a nip slip. Seriously! Stupid as shit, right? Like, not only is that impossible since, you know, obligatory pasties, but I checked the clip five fucking times, Mia. FIVE. FUCKING. TIMES. Wanna guess what I found? That's right, A DISTINCT LACK OF NIPPLES, THAT STUPID SHIT-SMEAR!"

The game controller she walked into the room with went flying as she chucked it at the floor, shattering into God knows how many pieces. "What the fuck am I supposed to do for a whole week, huh?! Mia? Hey, are you even listening to-"

Only then, at the end of her self-indulgent rant, did Mia's roommate take note of the scene she'd walked into. For one reason or another, Mia hadn't stopped stroking Oliver's orgasming cock the entire time. She merely kept on going as if ignoring the intruder would make her go away. That, or Oliver's continual cumming excited her enough to tune the banned Tweak streamer out.

Oliver didn't know how to react other than honestly. He was having the orgasm of his life- and the emergence of a ridiculously hot girl on the scene hardly made him cum any less. Rather, it... might've been a little exciting. Embarrassing, sure, but the physical evidence couldn't be denied. He kept shooting off until Zoe was done speaking, the last spurt landing flat on Mia's chest.

Oliver dismissed the awkwardly timed notifications as silence washed over the three of them. No one made a move or said so much as a word, and the wait for someone to do so was an excruciating one. Eventually, the strange girl tilted her head and pointed at Oliver while looking at Mia.

"This the dude?"

"The one I warned you would be staying the night so that you wouldn't barge into my room?" Mia glared at her roommate straight on with an exhausted expression, her face dripping with Oliver's cum. "Sí, Zoe. This is the dude."

Zoe looked at him, her narrow purple eyes now mired in confusion, then turned back to Mia. "Wasn't that like three days ago?"

"Nope. Last night."

"...You sure?"

A river of semen dripped off Mia's chin and fell onto her chest. "Reasonably, yeah."

"Welp," Zoe shrugged, then adopted a goblin-esque grin as she regarded Oliver once again. "Fuck my stupid self in the ass, I guess. Sup? Name's Zoe."

The remarkable casualness with which she addressed him and disregarded the situation in front of her eyes left Oliver dumbfounded. He opened his mouth, forcing out the words, "...Hey, Zoe. I'm-" only to stop mid-sentence as the universe pulled another one of its 'hilarious' jokes on him.

A new song started playing in his mind. Best described as glitchy chiptune with an edgy, punkish vibe and some 80's synth thrown in for good measure, the tone heralded the appearance of a duo of notifications.

--- Zoe’s Mini Profile here, don’t have file yet---

Yes, Oliver thought. Why wouldn't my girlfriend's best friend be a heroine...? It was only surprising in that it wasn't surprising at all.

Oliver was left tongue-tied for obvious reasons, and Zoe wasted no time filling the silence.

"Oliver, right?" Her smirk widened, and she stepped forward. Not only was she still utterly indifferent to his nakedness and Mia's cum-soaked appearance, but she actually came up to the bed, reached out, and affectionately threw her arm around the much more petite girl.

"Heard a thing or two about you here and there, and I'm sure this little freak's told you all about me, right, Mia?" Zoe cackled as she ruffled Mia's hair, narrowly avoiding some of Oliver's cum that had reached that far.

"You might've come up once or twice," Mia said flatly.

"Really?" Zoe narrowed her eyes as if in doubt. "Thought for sure you would've gone on and on about me, what with that weird 'cuckqueen' crap you're into. I can't count how many fucking times this little weirdo has been like, 'hey, Zoe, wouldn't it be kinda hot maybe if we shared the same boyfriend' in that vague little hint-hint way she always does when she's too embarrassed to be honest." Zoe laughed, slapping Mia roughly on the back several times as Oliver watched the life rapidly draining from his girlfriend's eyes.

"Like I said," Mia mumbled, dead inside. "You might've come up once or twice."

"Ah, well. Whatever. More importantly, what the fuck am I supposed to do for a whole week without streaming?"

"Imagine we'll figure it out..."

"Over breakfast? Great idea!" Zoe jolted upright, her hands on her hips. "I'd kill for some of your pancakes right about now. How bout you whip up a batch as soon as you guys are done doing your sex thing or whatever, huh? In the meantime, I'm gonna go chug some Gulpies. Feel like I'm gonna fucking crash any fucking sec... ond... now..."

As if on command, the ungodly amount of caffeine in Zoe's system revolted against her. She slowed, her back hunched, and her constant jittering stopped, only to be replaced with the occasional heaving of a shambling zombie. "Oh, shit, that's... buh... bad... m-might need some help r-real... quick... head... hurts...!!"

Mia sighed, raised a finger in Oliver's direction to signal that she would need a moment, stood up, and took Zoe by the sleeve. She led her friend out of the room like one might lead a cow to market. Zoe continued groaning the entire time, adding, "Make sure to clean that cuh... c-cuh... controller up, by the way..."

Oliver waited for Mia to return, sitting in silence and unable to coherently process anything that had just happened. When Mia came back, she'd dried off his cum yet still looked utterly devoid of the essence that made her recognizable. It was as if someone threw Mia into a dehydrator and left her there for about a year. The two stared at each other after she closed her door and leaned against it, neither knowing what to say.

"So," Mia finally spoke after what felt like minutes of silence. "That was Zoe..."

"The same Zoe you kept telling me wasn't that bad?"

"She's not..." Mia frowned.

"Pretty sure I've seen a Disney movie about this,"

Mia collapsed against her door and deflated like a balloon. "This is gonna sound stupid-"

"Presumably, yes," Oliver nodded.

"But Zoe's a really good friend once you get past her complete lack of social graces and her frequent inability to consider the thoughts and feelings of anyone beyond herself..."

"So she's a good friend if you ignore her entire personality and everything about her?"

"...Sí?"

"Jesus Christ, Mia... next you're gonna tell me she didn't used to be this bad..."

"Actually-" Mia looked away meekly, avoiding his concerned glare. "Look, it's the truth. She didn't used to be this bad."

Oliver frowned, ultimately finding the power to get up and put on his boxers. He then walked over to Mia and sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "I get that she's your best friend and all that, and I totally understand you two have a long history that I'm not aware of, but..."

"Please, Ollie," Mia lowered her head. "Not asking for much here. Give her a chance."

"...In what way?" He asked, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

It worked, and she cracked a smile. "Not in that way. She was exaggerating about that."

"So you don't fantasize about sharing a boyfriend with her?"

"I awkwardly floated the idea once or twice as a sexually confused teenager, yes," Mia admitted. "But you know that's not what I'm after."

"Good, because I'm... not sure I could help you with that..."

Oliver had no idea what to take from the revelation that Zoe was a heroine. She gave him the absolute worst first impression possible and generally struck him as the kind of person he wanted nothing to do with. The idea of starting a romantic relationship with the self-absorbed gamer gremlin was offputting regardless of how big her tits were.

Then again...

"That so?" Mia sounded skeptical. "Don't think I didn't notice your reaction, mi amor. Literally had your dick in my hands. You got harder when you saw her. Kept cumming, too."

"Yeah, well, look at her!" Oliver blurted out defensively.

"Fucking right?" Mia sighed as a sexually confused young adult. When she noticed the look he was giving her, she turned away and uttered, "No further comment."

"You're shockingly consistent," he laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well... this isn't just about me. I get the feeling you'd be able to help her out a lot, actually." Mia looked off into the distance, her voice growing dreamy as she allowed her mind to wander.

Oliver frowned at Mia's despondent expression. He wasn't unsympathetic, just unsure where she was coming from. "Why would you assume that?"

"Cause I'm your girlfriend, estupido. No one knows better than I do how loving and supportive you can be." Mia stared back at him with a strange look of determination. "Zoe could use more of that in her life. Especially coming from someone..."

"Who isn't a complete doormat?"

"More or less..." the doormat pouted.

"So, what, you want me to bend Zoe over my knee and spank her until she's a good little girl?"

"Mn," Mia reacted with literal shivers. "Don't go writing checks you can't cash..."

Oliver narrowed his eyes, "And you're sure this isn't just because you wanna watch me make out with your best friend?"

"I mean," Mia's eyes found the floor. "There is that."

There is that, indeed... Oliver thought, surprised at how nonchalantly his second quest was dropped at his feet.

"So what do you want exactly?" He asked, ignoring it for now.

"In a perfect world? To keep on being happy with you and get my friend back. In a fantasy world? Some kinda menage-a-trois bullshit. Sue me."

Oliver closed his eyes and started to dwell on the situation and everything surrounding it. The universe had yet again prodded him with a metaphorical cattle iron, urging him towards bigamy by way of dropping Zoe into his lap on top of all the other heroines... and this was after the revelation that his girlfriend was a literal cuck who got off on the idea of sharing her man. At what point did he swallow the pill that destiny seemed hell-bent on forcing down his throat?

He looked briefly at Mia, catching her in the act of rubbing her right wrist.

Oliver remembered his time messing with his menu screen, specifically when he dug through everyone's profiles. Mia and all the other heroines had a section for skills much the same as his own, and when he clicked on Stacy's skill menu to test it out, it told him that he needed to complete her 'route' to unlock the feature. While he had no information as to how it might work, it was all but confirmed that Oliver would somehow be able to give his heroines skills once he'd gone through all their heart events.

Maybe it meant they had individual skills to unlock, or perhaps it meant he could graft his own onto them? Both were interesting possibilities to think about, but the specifics didn't matter so much as the reason for his sudden interest. He realized he might be able to cure Mia's wrist through skills. Supposing the theoretical grafting method was correct, she'd be good to go after a couple levels of Physical Conditioning.

As always, everything came down to LP. He'd just earned a crapload from two sessions of naughty time and then meeting Zoe just now, but this much LP wouldn't last long in the grand scheme of things. He needed more to hoard enough to clear Heart Locks and gain affection points more efficiently. Luckily, it just so happened that everything had been cosmically aligned to manufacture the perfect scenario for him to play the field.

The only thing stopping him from becoming based and harempilled was himself, so Oliver got out of his own way and swallowed the damn pill.

"I'm not going to promise it'll turn out the way you want it to..." he spoke up, choosing his words carefully. "But I can promise I'll give Zoe a fair shake, try to get to know her, and help you two reconnect however I can. I'm also not against giving you your fantasy world if there's a possibility we could make that work, either."

Mia looked at him much the same way a cat stared at their owner upon opening a fresh can of tuna. "...You serious, mi amor?"

"...Yeah," he clenched his fist and gave her a determined nod.

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Because first and foremost, it'll make you happier if I indulge your kink, and it's not like I don't get something out of it, either. Remember when I told you I get stronger when I flirt with cute girls?"

Her catlike grin manifested, and it was clear that the suggestion was activating her neurons. "Rings a bell or two, sí. Was I meant to take that literally?"

"Well," Oliver stalled. He wasn't ready to come fully clean on everything just yet. The topic was... challenging to discuss, and he was hyper-conscious of making Mia worry about him, too, but... if she knew just enough to voice her consent to him chasing after more LP, it would ease his conscience once and for all. "I was being a lot more literal than you might believe, yes."

"Willing to believe a lot, Ollie," she raised a brow.

"I know, but... I'd rather not spoil the surprise. Not when you still think a bit of mystery makes me even sexier than I already am." He shot her his most mischievous grin, hoping it would work. Somehow, it did.

"Mn," Mia admired his playfulness, returning the expression. "If you really are being literal, mi amor, then I gotta ask. Why stop with just Zoe? You should be min-maxing this shit. Chase those 'satisfaction pings' of yours wherever you find 'em."

Oliver sighed at her inability to let that one go, saying, "That's kinda where I was going with this. I want you to clearly spell out for me how I would do that without sneaking around behind your back or turning into-"

"Fuckboi Supreme," Mia interrupted, barely able to contain her excitement at the prospect.

"Sure," he waved his hand dismissively. "Now, would you mind answering me? Crazy as it sounds, I'm being serious."

"Not a big deal, Ollie. Just do it, keep me updated, involve me if possible, and don't be a douchebag. Oh, and you can't go any farther than we have. I was here first, after all."

"That's it? Are you seriously going to look me in the eye and actually be that chill about all this?"

Mia looked him in the eye, tilting her head and remaining chill about all this. "Not my fault you're a chronic worrier constantly overthinking the stupidest shit despite being given the go-ahead."

"I guess not," Oliver sighed.

"So... you're really doing this?" She squeezed his hand tighter.

Oliver's sight was fully trained on the future, centered on providing Mia the life of her dreams. For that, he needed to cure her wrist and help her live out her fantasies. Doing the latter would progress the former, so there was no excuse not to give the little lady what she wanted. What they both wanted, if he was honest with himself.

"Yeah, Mia," he squeezed back. "I am."

"Mn... so that's, what? Four days into dating me, and you've already resolved to build yourself a harem?"

"You know, a normal, non-fucked up girl might wonder if she'd done something wrong to inspire such a decision..."

"Never pretended I was anything but, mi amor," Mia leaned against his shoulder, nuzzling into it like the adorable little kitten she was. "Now, then. Think it's about time we-"

"Miaaaa-!!" Zoe's agonized voice echoed out from the living room, the woman wailing like a dying giraffe. "I need pancakes shoved down my throat like five minutes agoooo!"

Mia's eyelid twitched as her entire body vibrated out of pure irritation. "Need a lot more shoved down your throat than just pancakes, perezoso..."

"Mia?"

"Don't mind me, just talking to myself..." she said, shaking her head and standing up. "Anyway, here's what I'm thinking for today's plans. Apparently, I gotta make breakfast first and foremost, so you chill with Zoe while I take care of that. Then we'll spend most of today hanging out with her to see how you two vibe, sí? If there's maybe something there, cool. Might poke and prod and see what happens. If it turns out you just can't stand her, though? That's cool, too. No pressure."

"Okay," Oliver nodded, trying to stay confident and sure of himself. "Let's do this."

Mia smiled at him, which inspired him to give her a quick kiss before she left him to go get changed and freshen up in the bathroom. Oliver changed into yesterday's clothes and took in a deep breath. He'd made his choice, and his soul now burned with a mix of apprehension and excitement in the wake of such a monumental decision.

The world had become his sandbox, and Oliver was finally ready to start playing in it... just as soon as he got some pancakes.

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