Love Addict's RPG Ch. 43

Oliver really hoped that Mia liked what she saw because he was an absolute mess by the time his shaft stopped firing. Being stared at in such a state was embarrassing, but the adoration with which his lover stared more than made up for it. He was left breathless and couldn't keep eye contact, forced to look up at the ceiling as he struggled for air.

His vision was soon predictably blocked by several notifications.

milestone achieved, made out with Mia +25

dry humped Mia +30

made Mia cum +30 ---

Staggered as he already was, this news still managed to shake Oliver up. These milestones didn't come in the usual pink boxes; they were purple, and instead of a repeating heart icon there was a repeating heart surrounded by fire. These weren't romantic milestones like he was used to. They were his very first sexual milestones.

Holy shit... these are worth a lot fucking more than most of the romantic milestones I've earned so far...

Oliver gulped as he became lost in his thoughts. Just three sexual milestones added up just short of ninety, nearly enough for a third-tier skill. In other words, making out with a girl, dry humping her, and making her cum for the first time almost earned him precisely one game-breaking miracle that would change his life forever the moment he cashed it in.

It was normal for a guy to feel guilty and ashamed of himself after blowing a load, but the thing he felt guilty about was anything but ordinary. His powers ruined the moment. Instead of basking in the afterglow with Mia, he now had to fend off the many intrusive temptations singing their siren songs to him in the back of his mind. He didn't want to think about taking things further with Mia when she wasn't comfortable with it yet, and he especially didn't want to fend off fleeting fantasies of how much better his life might be if he started playing the field.

Luckily, Oliver only had to deal with his troubled thoughts for less than a minute before his composure was significantly regained. Another benefit of Physical Conditioning Lv. 1, no doubt. He usually would've been out of breath for minutes on end after an orgasm half that good. It didn't make him less tired where it counted, however.

Not that it stopped Mia.

Before Oliver knew what she was doing, he felt her hands slipping into his jeans. It happened so fast that he couldn't stop her. Mia's palm swirled around the tip of his cock a single time, drawing a gigantic gasp out of him from shock and pleasure. Then, she left his pants as quickly as she'd slipped in, now cupping the fruits of their love.

"Look how good I made you feel, mi amor..." Mia exhaled hazily. She gazed at the warm, white juice with a fondness that bordered on obsession. "Mn. It's such a waste, seeing it like this..."

Mia raised the end of her sweater with her free hand. Her midriff was exposed to Oliver, her dusky skin looking delicious and her tummy tightly toned. That same hand started rubbing the area above her skirt and below her navel, eyes clouding further and foggier.

"It would've been so much better if you got to shoot off inside me, don't you think...?" Mia's fingers sank into her skin, leaving Oliver breathless again as she circled her womb.

"Mia, what we just did was amazing and by far the best moment of my life, but right now, I really think you need to-"

"Best moment of your life so far," Mia peered at him over her cum-filled hand after raising it to chin level. "And it's not gonna be the case for much longer, mi amor. Planning on making sure of that real fucking quick." Without breaking eye contact, she extended her tongue and dragged it across the surface of her palm. Lapping at his thick semen like an innocent kitten and tasting it slowly, Mia drew things out, lingering as she enjoyed every second of the experience.

"Oh my God," Oliver knew he should've stopped her at that point, but come the fuck on. What else was a guy in his position supposed to do? Not let her finish what she started? No. He only had so much willpower left in him, and he had to pick his battles. Thus, Oliver resigned to watching the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

She licked her palm until nothing was left, her dazed expression telling him it wasn't nearly enough.

--- Milestone achieved! Mia Drank your Cum +30LP ---

I can't say I wasn't expecting that one, but damn it, I don't need more fucking temptations than I already have...

As if on cue, Mia suddenly rolled her hips against his groin, provoking a stiff groan from his throat on account of his sensitivity. Her hands darted down to his belt and fussed with the clasp. "You can go again, right, Ollie?" Mia whined, her wispy voice drenched in lewd expectations. "If you can't, that's fine. I know what to do. Your little gatita knows oh so many ways to make her man big, hard, and happy; just you wait, and I'll-"

Okay. Oliver had enough reason left in him to know that if he didn't have the fortitude to stop her here, he wouldn't stop her at all. While tempted to gain more LP and experience further pleasures, Oliver's wasn't so far gone that his promise to Mia didn't still trump everything else.

His arms shot out towards her, grabbing her by the forearms to avoid her wrists. "That's enough, Mia."

"Enough?" She looked at him aghast. Hurt, even. "Mi amor, we've only just started. Gonna be touching myself raw for the rest of the night at this point, with or without you, so you might as well enjoy yourself..."

He closed his eyes, really wishing she hadn't just given him that pretty little thought. The only thing she responded to when she was like this was his authoritative tone, so he pushed her down on the bed, pinning her in place by her biceps while hoping Mia wasn't too far gone to snap out of it.

"Mia. I said that's enough." Oliver raised his voice, channeling his inner dom. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command.

Mia gazed up at him from below, stunned by the sudden turn of events. She didn't struggle, and in fact, a hint of light returned to her hazed-over eyes. A promising start.

"It's time to calm down," he continued, giving a command, not a suggestion. "We had our fun, and like I already said, it was the best thing ever, but I won't be able to keep my promise to you for much longer if I don't stop you now. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to chill out. Don't stop until you're back to normal."

"But-"

"No," Oliver firmly interjected. "Do what I said."

Mia swallowed, nervous, but did not dare resist his authority. She closed her eyes and started breathing in and out, her modest chest rising and falling with every fresh influx of air. Oliver watched bit by bit as signs of her frenzy started to die down. Her flushed face approached a color closer to a normal state of embarrassment, she stopped sweating quite so harshly, and her breathing stabilized.

It took her a minute to get there, but Mia was entirely in control of her mental faculties when she opened her eyes. The first words out of her mouth were, "Kill me."

Oliver smiled softly and stopped pinning her. "I had a feeling you were going to say that."

"Being serious here, Ollie. Come on. Do me a solid. It's literally the last thing I'll ever ask of you."

"I mean, I'd offer to choke you out-"

"Don't go there-" Mia warned.

"...But you'd probably enjoy it," Oliver said, going there.

"God fucking damn it," Mia turned over on her side so that she didn't have to look at him, reaching for the nearest plushie to bury her face in. "I totally would..."

Oliver expected Mia to feel down on herself after recovery, but being the perpetual worrier he was, he felt the need to talk her through it. "Are you doing okay now, Mia?"

"As well as I can be," she grumbled into her pillow. "Better, if I'm being honest. You were... really good back there, Ollie."

"Oh, thanks..." Oliver tried and failed to hold back an inappropriate smile. It was his first sexual experience, and Mia had nothing but praise for his results- there was no greater ego boost in the world. "I just wish I could've stopped you sooner."

"There is no stopping me. I'm a zero to one thousand kind of girl, Ollie... although with you, I'd wager I get closer to ten thousand..." Mia turned around and peeked her head above her pillow, giving him a conflicted smile.

"How often does this happen?" Oliver asked, trying to remain calm in the face of such an arousing statement.

"Every single time I get horny?" Mia shrugged.

"Christ..."

"I know how it sounds, but it's not like I lose my shit just because I see a hot guy or anything," she blurted out. "Definitely would've landed myself in hot water by now if I didn't have some control over it..."

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't say anything."

"I know, just don't want you thinking I was lying to you about... you know..."

"Would it be dangerous if I laid beside you and cuddled you for a while?"

"Honestly, yes. Wouldn't recommend it. Wasn't kidding earlier, still not really gonna be all the way back to normal until I've had another five or six goes at myself..."

"Fuck," Oliver frowned and hung his head. "It's probably already past seven, anyway. Did you want me to go home, or-"

"No," Mia firmly interrupted. "Want you to stay where you are while we talk about what happened like goddamn adults. You can go home after that, but not a second sooner. Got something to start off with, so listen up. If I see you hanging your head again or acting pouty over this, I'm gonna stab you."

"Uh-"

"Shut it. Not gonna sit here and let you get away with being the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends only to feel sorry for yourself because you didn't somehow outdo literally every other fucking man on the planet more than you already did."

"You're really putting me up on a pedestal," Oliver again tried and failed not to smile. "All I did was give you what we both wanted in a way you wouldn't regret."

"And I don't regret it," Mia said, sat up, and rested her huggable plushie across her lap while hunching over it. "Thanks entirely to you, so do yourself a favor and feel good about yourself for once. Been scared all this time about how I was gonna open up to you about my libido, but now? Now, I can't even imagine it having gone any better than it did. You were really mature back there, and you respected my wishes. Promise that this isn't the horny talking, but there's nothing sexier to me than that. Really."

Oliver was quiet for a couple moments as her words sunk in. Maybe he did deserve to feel a little proud of himself for how far he'd come in the last few years. Doing what he did wouldn't have been possible for the person he used to be, yet here he was.

He softly smirked out of self-satisfaction. "You sure that's not the horny talking?"

"The horny and I just so happen to be in agreement. Happens sometimes, mostly whenever you're concerned."

"So the reason you're upset isn't because I didn't stop things earlier?"

"Not upset in the slightest, Ollie. Not even a little. Embarrassed? Whole different story. This was absolutely not how I wanted you to find out about some of my kinks."

"Did you want to talk about the kink stuff like goddamn adults, or were we saving that for next time?" Oliver managed a teasing smile, but not too teasing. Hard to tell whether or not this would set her off.

"See? That's what I'm talking about. Respect, Ollie. You're treating this seriously even though I'm sure you have plenty want to say."

"Bit of an understatement..." he blushed and scratched behind his gear.

Mia blushed back but stopped herself short of hiding her face in her pillow. Things were going to get a lot easier after she ripped the bandage off, so after giving a mild sigh, she confessed.

"I'm submissive. Surprise, surprise. Normally wouldn't be anything wrong with that, but as you've already pointed out I've got a serious case of 'not like the other girls' syndrome. I'm not just submissive, I..." Mia paused momentarily to reaffirm her resolve, finding it when she looked into Oliver's kind, gentle face and remembered this was the man she could trust with anything in the world.

"I'm exceedingly so. I don't just want to be spanked or called a good girl when I do a good job, no. I want to be fucking owned, Ollie. To just fucking turn my brain off and belong to someone like I'm their favorite goddamn little fucking pet. God, the thought of going totally head-empty and just fucking living for the sake of someone else's sexual gratification is one of my two biggest turn-ons, you have no idea, I-"

"We didn't pick a safe word before starting the kink talk, but I need you to pretend like we did and that I'm using it right now," Oliver suddenly raised his voice, struggling to keep his breath steady. "I'm literally about to blow another load hands-free over here if you don't stop while you're ahead."

Mia reached for the nearest pillow and frustratedly chucked it at his lap. "Control yourself, pendejo! One of us has to, and historically speaking, it sure as shit ain't gonna be me."

Laughing softly, Oliver used the pillow to strategically hide his rod of temptation. "Sorry. I'm trying my best here, but you were getting carried away. Does it help if I tell you I'm into that kind of thing?"

"It does," Mia grumbled. "But I'm still hung up about sharing this. It's weird, right?"

"I've heard of a lot weirder fetishes than that, Mia. Jacked off to weirder, myself."

She gave him a mild laugh, unamused. "Probably not putting it the right way, then. If you don't think it's weird that I wanna be with someone who will somehow treat me as their literal love slave and also the most important person in their world, then you're a bigger catch than I thought..."

"Mia," Oliver said, pulling out the authority again. "It's not weird."

She stared at him for a long time before lying flat on her back and covering her face with her plushie. "Really wouldn't use that tone with me right now. Still liable to pounce on you for rounds two through six."

"Hey, I'm willing, but it's getting late, and I get the feeling you want to space this out a bit more, yeah?"

Mia nodded. "Baby steps are best steps. Not like you'll be waiting long, anyway. I trust you. Hell, I trusted you before you went and proved how smart that was, so now I trust you twice as much. Might as well break out a head of lettuce at this rate and see if it outlasts my virginity."

Oliver laughed though he was struggling to fight off his excitement. "Baby steps are fine by me. I'm not in a rush, Mia. It hasn't even been eight hours since we started dating."

"Case you hadn't noticed, I do things at my own pace. I'm the kind of girl who'll spend a year and a half trying to work up the nerves to talk to you, then dry hump and lick your cum off my hands a couple days after I finally hit you up. Said it before and I'll say it again, zero to ten thousand."

"God, I still can't believe we did all that... it's so surreal for me..." He looked off into the middle distance, thinking back to the painful years he was brainwashed into thinking that sex was some precious resource women withheld from men to manipulate them. It was a thought he frequently had, but Oliver wished now more so than ever that he could go back and punch himself in the face.

"The sex stuff, I can believe. The crazy shit is you flipping your entire personality around when you started ordering me around. Fuck, Ollie. All this time, and you still had it in you... where'd you find your mojo?"

If she was talking about the time he stood up for her in front of Stacy, Oliver was starting to think Mia had a somewhat rose-tinted view of the past. Granted, his own memories were a little foggy, but he sure as shit didn't remember 'having it in him' the way Mia seems to think he did back then.

"Nowhere. I was making things up as I went along." Oliver shrugged.

It probably helped that he'd spent hundreds of hours playing ridiculously offensive eroge with big, strong, douchebag protagonists who took what they wanted from the women around them. That the very games that worsened his mental health crisis now turned out to have inadvertently prepared him for his unconventional first relationship was an irony not lost on him.

Thinking about himself and his past made him uncomfortable, so he pivoted things back to Mia. "Something you said stood out to me, by the way. What does gatita mean?"

"Dios mio, I did say that didn't I...? Ugh. Whatever." At this point, Mia didn't care anymore. She let out a long drag and owned up to the shit she said during her frenzied, submissive rambling. "Kitten. Gatita is the feminine form of kitten."

"I don't know how else to say it, so I'll just do so bluntly. You're checking off so many of my boxes right now that I'm legitimately worried there might not be enough blood left in me for the rest of my body."

"The virgin otaku has a thing for petplay and catgirls," Mia clicked her tongue. "Biggest surprise of the day, right there."

"Fuck off," Oliver laughed.

"Would love to, mi amor, but you're still here," Mia accidentally said the quiet part out loud and then felt terrible about it. "Ah. Sorry, I... I'm not trying to kick you out, but-"

Oliver pulled out his phone and saw it was close to seven-thirty, way past when they agreed he would leave. "It's cool. It's getting late anyway, and being worked up like this isn't comfortable, right?"

"...Yeah, obviously," Mia sat up and exhaled, her thighs pressing together as she shifted her hips almost imperceptibly. "Wanted to at least get through a basic conversation with where we ran through what the fuck just happened, but it got out of hand because I just like talking to you so much... still, you're right. Been itching like crazy down there this entire time, and it's not gonna go away till I get to scratching... fuck, I'm so horny I'm not even gonna get around to messing with the new tablet tonight..."

"Welp," Oliver closed his eyes, trying to delay her statement's effect on him. He failed. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm also gonna masturbate for a couple hours straight when I get home. Especially now that you went and told me that."

It was the weirdest, most fucked up start to a relationship ever, but as the two of them stared into each other's eyes, they broke down under the absurdity of it all and laughed until it hurt.

"Hey, Ollie?" Mia spoke softly after the last little chuckle escaped her throat. "Before you go, gonna need another kiss to tide me over..."

"Is that really a good idea?" Oliver asked, already scooching off the bed.

"Nope. Wouldn't trust me as far as you can throw me, but I need when I need."

"Can't argue with that logic," Oliver shrugged and closed the distance between them. He'd wanted to kiss Mia again before he left, anyway, so any excuse was good enough in his book. That didn't mean he threw caution to the wind, however. Oliver preemptively seized her forearms before their kiss, correctly predicting she would try and grab his ass.

Mia was mildly annoyed, pouting after separating from their kiss. "You could've at least let me have that one."

"There's always next time," to make up for it, he quickly came back in and pecked her on the cheek. Somehow, it was just as exciting as kissing her on the lips.

He tried to pull away, but Mia wrestled out of his grip and grabbed him by the collar. The look on her face was serious yet soft.

"Mia? Is something wrong?"

"...No, I-" Mia froze, searching for the right words and coming up blank. She did what she always did in times like this and rolled with whatever came out of her mouth. "I just don't want you leaving here unless you fully understand how damn much everything you did for me today means to me, Ollie. Putting up with me while I was grumpy, hearing me out about the past, our date, getting along with my friend, playing our game together... the naughty stuff... fuck, it just feels like it shouldn't even be possible for things to be this perfect, you know?"

He did, because he felt the same. Everything felt too good to be true, like it could all come crashing down on him at any moment. Oliver was overly accustomed to the universe taking a colossal dump on him at any given opportunity, and it certainly didn't ease his mind that he couldn't count on Lucky Bastard for another week.

For once, he chose to focus on the bright side.

"Get used to it," Oliver smiled and took his authoritative tone with her. "This is your life now that I'm a bigger part of it."

Mia stared at him wide-eyed for a second before letting go of his collar and cracking up. "...Be honest. How hard was it to say that with a straight face?"

"Oh, that line is definitely gonna come back later tonight and haunt me something fierce as soon as I close my eyes..." Oliver said with a pained smile faker than Bradley's.

"Mn. Don't let it bother you too much, mi amor. Personally thought it was pretty cute. Bit offended over the implication that anything other than the memory of me rocking out on your cock'll be keeping you up tonight, though, but hey. I'll let it slide on account of how damn good you are at boyfriending. Keep up the good work."

The smile Mia gave him was so radiant that Oliver almost wholly missed the notification that popped up and reinforced how damn good at boyfriending he actually was.

He was so close to Mia's second heart event, and yet Oliver couldn't tear his eyes away from her. His heart was racing out of control, and the depths of his feelings risked bursting out. The longer he stared into the eyes of his girlfriend, the more Oliver came to a profound and personal realization.

There was no better feeling to him than to be in love and be loved in return.

Oliver loved Mia. It felt good loving her, and he wanted to keep on loving her until the day he died. Supposing there was an afterlife to go along with his seemingly supernatural powers, he wanted to keep loving her long after he drew his final breath, too.

Love was all he could think about.

The needle was in the arm of the addict, and a single hit would never be enough.

"Much as I love how you look at me, mi amor, I was hoping you'd be on your way by now so I can start taking the edge off..." Mia managed a mild laugh, snapping him out of it.

"Sorry, I was kind of having a moment there..." Oliver got off the bed, trying to push away all these stupid thoughts that it was too soon to be having about someone he started dating eight hours ago.

"I noticed. Promise we'll have lots of 'moments' together soon enough, but until then-"

"Baby steps."

"Baby steps, indeed," Mia smiled. "You can drop the tablet by my desk. Not gonna get to it tonight, but don't want you to forget about it. Oh, and one other thing. Clean yourself up in the bathroom before you go, Ollie. If Zoe miraculously steps out of her room on your way out and the first time she meets you is when your pants are covered in the mess I made, then I ain't waiting for your help; I'm fucking ending me myself."