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Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 67

Much shorter one this time around. Still important, though.

Up next I need to take a few days to write my next outline. We've officially covered everything from the first one, so it's time to get on that. We're currently 28.5k words into vol. 2, no idea how long it'll end up being but I guess we'll see.

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After their fantastic catnap, Oliver and Mia played their cozy little Satan game the whole day. They built up their hellages, furnished houses, traded items, and all that other good stuff. While fun, their time together was unremarkable. As the closest thing to an average day he’d had lately, though, Oliver relished every second. He earned no extra affection that afternoon, but he wasn’t getting trapped in refrigerated trucks or joining underground fight clubs, either.

No stress, no worries, no anxieties. There was only the bliss of sharing a blanket with Mia, huddled together on her bed as they gamed. Oliver dreamed of this peace his entire adult life, and here it was. He’d caught his dragon, and things would only get better from here.

He left at 6:30. They regrettably had work the following day, and Mia wanted to do some art before bed. She offered to let him stay while she drew, but Oliver wanted time to decompress, and she didn’t fight him on that, merely seeing him off with a smile and a kiss.

No scary twins were waiting to ambush him on the way out this time. He fast-traveled home and headed straight for the shower, a tranquil smile on his face from obsessively thinking about the girlfriend whose company he'd left not even five minutes ago. Zoe's pervasiveness among his intrusive thoughts was the only thing that slightly dragged him down.

Whenever Oliver wistfully recalled his wonderful day, he'd unintentionally flashback to the few hours Zoe was part of it. He kept thinking about all the fun they had, DokaDon Empire or otherwise. The news of his undeniable crush would likely delight Mia, but Oliver had doubts.

Most were from putting the cart way before the horse, though. Better to just play it by ear and see what happens.

He dried off and changed into some boxers, his chosen attire for the rest of his night. Next, he updated Bradley on today’s activities. Oliver didn’t feel like getting into the nitty gritty just yet, so he sent a brief text covering the rough outline and asked Bradley to come over in the morning so they could discuss things in more detail.

Bradley was as supportive as ever, pledging to be there on the morrow and congratulating Oliver for another fine day on the grind. Thinking about how much more literal that statement was than Bradley could’ve guessed made Oliver blush, but his lewd reminiscence was interrupted by the least sexy thing imaginable; a call from his mom.

It was mercifully short, being a cursory checkup more than anything else. She only wanted to touch base and see how things had been going for him since Valentine’s Day. Oliver lied, obviously. He shrugged the question off by answering ‘same old, same old’, not wanting to have to explain… well, anything about the last eight days, really.

Oliver proceeded to noncommittally dodge the topic when inevitably asked about ‘the girl’. He wasn’t hiding it for any malicious reason. It’s just that his mother would’ve made a massive deal about it.

Not that he’d blame her. She had every reason in the world to throw a goddamn party for the ages to celebrate her formerly blackpilled son entering a healthy, stable relationship. He just didn’t want that party to be now. Maybe in a few weeks when things wound down, supposing they ever did.

Actually, that would be just about in time for-

“All right, one last thing before I let you go, kid. Did you want to do anything special for your birthday this year?”

“Mom, that’s still like three weeks away…”

“It is now, but the fifteenth’ll be here before you know it!”

“I’ll probably just come over, and we’ll grab pizza like usual, or something. I don’t know. We’ll figure it out when we get closer.”

“Sure, sure. Just let me know about it ahead of time if you’ll be bringing any extra guests this year!”

Oliver held back a sigh, then noticed something that bothered him. He knew where it was going, but still. He had to ask. 

“Extra guests?”

“Besides Bradley, obviously. It’s not like we can have your birthday without your best friend, right?”

“…No, we certainly can’t,” Oliver closed his eyes and let the sigh escape him. Not in the mood to dig around and discover what artificial memories his skill implanted into his mother, Oliver said his goodbyes and ended the call.

It was a little after seven, giving him plenty of time before he needed to sleep. Rather than spending his night skill training, Oliver invested in something equally important- intel gathering. He made a quick sandwich to get something in his stomach and then got to work, climbing into bed and whipping out his phone.

Oliver typed ‘LazySlothGaming’ into the search bar and hit go. The net being what it was, it led him down a rabbit hole. He found Zoe’s Tweak account, multiple Me2ube channels, her Xitter profile, an official subplebbit, some… less-than-official subplebbits, and so much more.

It was a lot to take in. He’d never met someone famous enough to have multiple fan-made fart compilations, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be paying p/FartingLSG a visit anytime soon.

Instead, Oliver opted to check out Zoe’s Xitter. The first thing he saw was a big, sexy anime drawing of Zoe serving as the banner. This was obviously a Mia original, as evident by the wild expression and sharp teeth. Her profile pic was also Mia’s handiwork, this one being a cute chibi portrait.

Zoe had over ten thousand followers on the platform, and Oliver assumed the skimpy selfies she frequently uploaded might’ve had something to do with that. Though her softcore pics were far from anything you’d see on an actual camgirl’s page, they certainly drew in quite the crowd.

I’m starting to think that making out with Zoe was a bigger deal than I thought… Oliver realized. She’d said she was pretty popular and all, but… damn… a minor e-celeb grinded on my dick today…

He wondered what any of these reply guys would’ve given to be in his shoes. Oliver tried and failed not to smile, knowing that the answer was likely ‘a lot’.

Focusing less on the pictures and more on the captions, Oliver noticed Zoe didn’t bother with a public persona. She acted more or less like she had with him; casual, a little crass, and exceedingly flirty. That said, many of these sounded a little… desperate for attention?

Zoe frequently asked her fans if she looked pretty today, how hot she was, if they loved her, if they missed her while she was gone, and so on.

Oliver had a good idea of what was up. Including a call to action in her posts helped Zoe farm engagement, gaining her favor with the almighty algorithm. The power of lonely, desperate dudes on the internet was a force to be reckoned with, and harnessing it was simply smart business.

Then again…

The way Zoe repeatedly dropped whatever she was doing to respond to her fans stuck out to him, as did her reaction when she found out her phone wasn’t notifying her of new replies. He’d thought her excessive focus on PR today was because of her temp ban, but it was enough to make him wonder.

Oliver decided it was best to move on for now. It wasn’t his place to play armchair psychologist, especially not with someone he’d just met. He was more interested in checking out one of her streams, anyway, so he went to her archives and started channel browsing.

Even though he already knew Zoe streamed for days at a time, he was still surprised by just how many videos there were. She’d seemingly covered almost every major release from the last couple of years, and Oliver had no idea where to start.

He sorted Zoe’s vids by the most popular to narrow things down. At the top of the list were many videos where she played various entries in the Iron Cog Rigid series, but Oliver skipped over those since he'd never played them. It wasn't long until something piqued his interest, however; the first part in her KaneMon Techno Version playthrough.

Mia mentioned the other day that Zoe shared his sentiments toward the current state of the famous monster battler franchise, so he figured, why not give it a go? He cast the video from his phone to his TV, then got comfy as the green-haired girl he’d made out appeared on screen.

Zoe sat on an expensive gamer chair, looking sexy as ever in yet another skimpy outfit- this time, booty shorts and a tube top. Oliver couldn’t see much of her room thanks to her lighting setup, but he really enjoyed what all the LEDs did to her exposed skin as they continually transitioned from blue to pink to purple.

“Heeeeeeere we fuckin’ go,” Zoe groaned, pressing a can of Gamer Gulpies to her forehead. “Another year, another goddamn mediocre KaneMon release. Ugh, fuckin’ gag me. Hope you sick fucks are happy because I sure as hell ain’t!”

Zoe briefly glanced at her energy drink, frustration visibly rising. She let out a sigh and leaned over in a way that purposefully emphasized her cleavage. Oliver heard some clunking around, and when she sat up again, it turned out she’d been rifling through her legendary mini fridge.

Gone was Zoe’s energy drink. Now was apparently the time for vodka. Oliver had to admit her comedic timing was pretty good, and the gag scored a big laugh out of him.

Zoe continued ranting after a swig of the good stuff, saying, “Fuck, dudes. I could be playing anything else right now, but nooooo! You all wouldn't shut up about wanting me to suffer through GameCreep’s latest fuck-up, and who am I if not a crowd-pleaser, huh? Nothing, that’s what! So. Here’s what’s gonna happen; I’ll give this stupid baby game a fair shake, I'll hate every second of it, and my tits’ll probably jiggle whenever I get mad, which will probably happen a lot. Sound good? Yeah? Yikes, you guys need to touch some fuckin’ grass. Go on. I’ll wait.”

And she actually did, staring deadpan at the camera for an entire minute in total silence.

“Welp, I tried. If you're still here, there's probably no hope for you, so... mods, can we get a poll going? I'm thinking we’ve probably got a good twenty minutes of unskippable tutorials coming up, plenty of time for you fucks to pick my starter. Cast your votes, everyone; it’s time to watch a grown-ass woman drunkenly lose her shit over a game made for literal toddlers!”

Oliver hadn’t planned on watching the entire stream, but her intro hooked him a lot harder than expected. It helped that Zoe was not, in fact, a titty streamer. She showed off the goods, sure, but she was an entertainer more than anything else. One who really came to life under the spotlight.

Not only was she skilled at engaging with her chat and making everyone feel welcome, but her constant commentary was equally funny and insightful, showcasing her unique sense of humor, a surprisingly intimate understanding of game design, and legitimate passion for her career.

Oliver lost himself watching Zoe do her thing, laughing at her stupid jokes and pondering her many interesting observations until the video stopped and autoplay started queuing up the next one.

“...Wait, what the fuck?” Oliver checked his phone, horrified to discover he’d just been released from a two-hour trance.

It wasn’t like his usual compulsive blackouts. He still vividly remembered every little thing about Zoe’s stream, but somehow, that just made him feel even more awkward about it. He didn’t just like Zoe’s content. He loved it.

She was just so passionate about gaming, so full of insight, so adorable when she cackled like a drunken goblin at her own dumb jokes, and-

“No, no, no! Too fast, dumbass. Too. Fast. You just met her, Oliver. We’re not fucking doing this.” Oliver closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled his resolve.

There, that was better. Oliver was glad he nipped that in the bud before it got any-

“Whew. All right, losers… I think that’s about as much of this shitty game as I can fuckin’ take, so we’re gonna call it a rap on part two for now-”

“Part two?” Oliver panicked, checked the time, and shut off his TV. “God fucking damn it!”

So much for gathering intel.

Zoe stole the last four hours of his life while Oliver just sat there smiling like a vapid dumbass. All his efforts earned him were a wasted evening, an even bigger crush on Zoe, and a sudden understanding of why live-streaming appealed to so many people.

"The all-consuming power of parasocial relations, I suppose..." he sighed.

Oliver shrugged off his disappointment regarding his instant transformation into a simp and focused on the positives. This weekend was gonna be great. As soon as he got off work tomorrow, he’d get to hang out with Mia and Zoe for two days straight, and there was a chance Rebecca might enter the mix on Saturday, too.

He had no idea what would happen when Mia visited her family on Sunday, but maybe it’d be an opportunity to get closer to Zoe? Oliver certainly hoped so. He was eager to raise the streamer’s affection further and solve the tension between the two roommates, no matter what.

Having managed to salvage his mood, Oliver went to bed after indulging his libido. Becoming sexually active with Mia really hadn’t calmed him down at all. If anything, he was hornier than ever, and he barely even tried stopping his intrusive fantasies of Zoe from joining in on the fun.

He got off imagining a vividly detailed mental threesome, only feeling a tiny bit guilty upon finishing. It quickly cleared up after shutting his eyes, and Oliver fell fast asleep as eager thoughts of the future blanketed his mind.

Minor Change of Plans

Not a huge deal but I’m gonna skip the pseudo POV mini chapter of Zoe I was gonna do next. I got about 400 words in and realized it felt too tell vs show and that a lot of the information was going to get conveyed in the next chapter where Oliver is looking at her online presence and streams. Thought it was a good idea but nah, I’ll get started on the next one.

Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 66

Error on my part- I forgot to specify Oliver completed the quest in the last chapter. His total LP should've been 30 higher and the total at the end of this one reflects the correct amount. Will fix it later.

This was a short and fun one, still slowly working our way towards actual sex. I didn't even follow an outline for it lmao lewd just comes naturally.

Heart Event is going to have to be tomorrow for them after all. I'll probably set up the conflict for it at work next morning, have them hangout with Zoe at night like planned, and she'll leave them alone at some point which will trigger it.

Also I'm likely going to raise the cap from 100 to 200 for 4th Heart Events and maybe again for 5th. It's going fast and it'll give him more incentive to short term pivot toward raising Zoe's after the plot stuff slated to go down.

Hoping to have the next chapter out tomorrow maybe since I wanted it to be a really short mini chapter like I said where we dive a little into Zoe's psychology as she listens to this chapter happening.

After that we'll have the last chapter for the current day and I'll need to take a quick break to write an outline for whatever happens on Friday.

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Oliver hovered over Mia’s bed, looking down at the cute girlfriend he’d just thrown onto it. “So,” he said. “Here we are again, kitten.”

“Indeed we are,” she agreed. “What are you gonna do about it, mn?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Oliver crawled onto the bed with her, sitting at her side. “How’re you holding up? Was it everything you wanted?”

“…Sí, more or less. Don’t take my word for it, though. See for yourself.”

He held back a gulp, wanting to appear in control. It still hadn’t settled in that he could just… do things to Mia now or even that she wanted him to.

His hand slipped past the tight rim of her shorts and into her panties, where his fingers were met with soft, smooth skin smeared in a thick coat of sticky juices.

“Christ,” he exhaled, running his finger down the wet crack of her lips. “You’re even wetter than last night.”

Mia grasped his cock with her left hand, squeezing the bulge in his pants. “And you’re even harder than you were this morning. Seem to recall I wasn’t the only one having a good time, mi amor. And don’t think I didn’t notice how you kissed her.”

“I was trying to leave an impression…”

“Left one on me,” she grinned, timing it with another teasing squeeze.

“Mn… happy to hear it… still, I think my excitement’s a little more understandable…”

“Is it really? Breaking news; thing I told you is my fetish gets me really, really wet. More at eleven.”

Oliver laughed and crawled atop her, activating Weakness Exploit - Pleasure to kiss Mia’s neck exactly where she wanted. It made her purr and shiver at the touch of his lips.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you or your fetish. I’m just still getting used to all this.”

“Sounds like Zoe might give us another chance to acclimate you sooner or later,” she couldn’t hide her delight at the notion, smiling perversely. “Excited?”

“I’d say not as much as you, but… that’d be a lie. Fuck, Zoe was so hot…”

“Mn, tell me something I don’t know…” Mia whined. “The way her fat ass bounced on your cock? Fucking insane.”

After their mutual agreement, they looked into each other’s eyes and shared an awkward laugh.

“Can I ask how you even ended up with a cuckquean fetish?”

“How'd you 'end up' with any of yours, mi amor? Here, let me take a crack at it. One time you saw an anime girl with ears and a tail who says ‘nyaa’ a lot and noticed, ‘Oh, hey, catgirls make my dick hard’. and that was that, sí? Same for me. I saw some trashy harem anime when I was a kid, thought that sharing a guy like that’d be hot, and that was that. Not everyone’s got some deep psychological reason for being into the shit they are.”

Oliver stared at her blankly, causing Mia to become concerned.

“Ollie?”

“Sorry, it’s just that I kinda zoned out after you said ‘nyaa’ a second ago. My dick got too hard for me to concentrate on anything else, and-”

“Fuck off,” Mia laughed and playfully kneed him in the crotch.

“I’d love to,” Oliver went in for another of her weak spots, nipping her earlobe. “But I need to know how far you want to go.”

She soured a little, adopting a frown. “I’m still nervous about you seeing me naked.”

“That’s okay,” he whispered into her ear.

“I just… I know that you’ll probably like what you see, but… I haven’t looked like this my whole life, you know… been ugly far longer than I’ve been… um…”

“Beautiful,”

“…Sure,” she looked away. “That.”

“I already told you it’s okay, Mia,”

“Thank you, mi amor… it just… it sucks, okay? Can’t even fucking look in the mirror sometimes without mentally photoshopping my old self over the current me, and I…” Mia stopped herself short and took in a deep breath. “I’ll get better. I will. Just need a little more time.”

“And you’ll have as much as you need. What about right now, though? Do you want more of what we did last night?”

“I want something where we both get off,” she glared at him. “Definitely don’t want a repeat of that, no.”

Oliver smiled apologetically. “Outside of mutual masturbation, that doesn’t give us many options. Most everything I can think of requires you to take your pants off.”

“…And what exactly are you thinking of, mn?”

“How badly I want to eat you out?” Oliver blurted straight from the heart. He blushed right after he’d said it, but it landed a critical hit.

Mia stared at him wordlessly for ages. He watched as redness swallowed her face enough that she soon reached for one of her My Cute Hellagers and Me plushies, covering her shame with it.

“D-Don’t think I’m… quite ready for that yet... even if I was ready to take my pants off. You need to remember that I’m… ah… how do I put this…”

“An adorable, somewhat paradoxical mix of feisty, shy, and horny?”

“That’s…” Mia peeked at him from behind the satanic plushie. “Embarrassingly apt, sí. Wish it wasn’t, but it is. It’s stupid because I’m so fucking horny, yet I freeze up the moment I think about actually doing half the things I want…”

“You were masturbating in front of your best friend like not even ten minutes ago,” Oliver pointed out with a laugh.

“I'm comfortable enough around you and Zoe for that,” Mia pouted, hiding her face again. “And even if I wasn't, it's like you said. I’m paradoxical. Deal with it.”

“I’m certainly trying,” Oliver used his strength to forcibly separate plushie from girl, finding her grumpy face to be just about the cutest thing ever. “We just need to figure out something you’re comfortable with.”

“For what it’s worth, there’s… mn… definitely a blowjob coming up in your near future, mi amor. Need a couple more days to mentally prepare myself, first… but… soon…”

Oliver stared at her and blinked several times, ensuring he didn’t mishear.

“Awesome. Um, yeah. I mean- just try and let me know whenever you’re feeling up to it, and I’ll run it by my secretary.”

“You will, will you?” Mia eased up a little. “I’ll keep you updated, then. Need to make sure you’ve got time in your busy schedule to have a little fun with me.” Her left hand snuck into his pants, grabbing and yanking his hard cock.

“Ah… I, uh... I have plenty of time right now, you know…”

“Yeah?” She stroked harder.

“Yeah. All for you.”

“Mn. Like to hear that.”

“I bet you’ll like this even more,” Oliver closed what little distance there was, kissing Mia with all the intensity he’d summoned up for Zoe and then some.

Mia's grip on his cock tightened as she moaned into his mouth, surprised. She didn’t understand where this was coming from- he was so much better than all the other times they’d kissed. His tongue instinctively sought out wherever she wanted it most, his lips knew exactly what to do, and he even made good use of his teeth. 

Not even a hentai artist like herself could’ve dreamed of a more perfect kiss.

“Well?” Oliver asked after breaking contact, staring at her awestruck face.

“You… weren’t wrong…”

[Mia has gained +3 Affection! +2 Kiss King]

Oliver internally celebrated the new skill doing its job and how close Mia was to her third Heart Event. Filling the affection bar up to one hundred was getting stupidly easy. She’d probably get there sometime in the next two days, and there was no sign of another Heart Lock. That could always change, but he dared to hope.

“Have to ask where any of that even came from, though. You look up some tips and tricks when you holed up in the bathroom earlier, or what?”

“Essentially, yeah…” Oliver gave an awkward smile. “Can’t afford to let you get bored with me, now, can I?”

“Lay some more of those kisses on me, and I don’t think that’s a problem you’ll have, mi amor,”

Not one to leave his lady wanting, Oliver threw a ton of kisses Mia’s way and had a hell of a time doing so. They devolved into exploring each other’s bodies, eventually getting to the point where Mia was pumping his cock while Oliver’s fingers danced inside her.

Mia broke their latest kiss after a long, sensual moan, desire burning within her sultry gaze.

“Tell me more,” she pleaded. “Tell me what it was like to kiss Zoe, por favor…”

Oliver looked at the cracked door, wondering how much their audience would hear. Assuming they still had one. Zoe might’ve crashed by now, or she could’ve been lying just to get Mia more excited for him.

Whatever the case, he didn’t want to get too outlandish with his dirty talk on this particular subject. But he didn’t want to leave Mia wanting, either…

“It was really exciting,” he whispered into her ear. “But not as exciting as it was to have my kitten right there watching like the little slut she is…”

“Mn…! I’m sorry, mi amor. Can’t help it, I… mn… I like seeing my man enjoy himself…”

“Well, I did. If she hadn’t stopped so soon, Zoe probably would’ve made me cum…”

“R… Really…?” Mia stroked him even harder, her enthusiasm swelling with her arousal.

Oliver struggled with what he was about to say, knowing what Mia wanted to hear. It was the slippery slope he worried most about. Taking things too far was a legitimate concern, as was getting too into it, but it wasn’t an excuse not to try.

“Yeah. Would you have liked that, kitten? For your best friend to push me over the edge and make me fucking cum while I cry her name and squeeze her huge fucking tits in my hand?”

“A-Ahh!!” Mia’s pussy clenched his fingers, refusing to let him go. They clamped down so crazily tight it drew a moan from him just from imagining himself fucking such a lovely little hole. “Sí, mi amor… I… I would’ve loved that…! For Zoe to steal all your cum from me… for both of you to tease me about it… m-maybe rub it in my face a little and make me beg for the tiniest taste…”

“Slut,”

“Sí…” Mia stroked him harder.

“You little whore,”

“Si, si…!” Harder.

“My little whore,” Oliver growled and grabbed Mia’s collar with his free hand.

“Yes, Ollie…!! All yours! Mn, mn… God, I love it when you’re rough with me…!!” 

“Bet you’d love it even more if I tied you up and made you watch me take things farther with Zoe,”

“Ah-hahnnn?!”

“Admit it,” Oliver pinpointed the best spot with his skill, then sank his teeth into her sensitive neck flesh.

“Ahn! Sí! Yes, mi amor! I want nothing more than for you to enjoy all the pussy you want while I watch you from the sidelines, neglected, horny, and unbearably jealous, wishing so fucking hard that you were touching me instead…!!”

God, Oliver loved this fucking pervert. So much that it almost hurt.

He pulled her chain hard enough to raise Mia’s lips to his, then made out with her as hard as he could. The furious mix of kissing and fingering had her melting underneath him. It wasn’t long before she came, howling and whining in just the sweetest voice.

“Yes, yes, yessssss…!!” Her spine arched, soaking his hand and her shorts the way he’d come to expect.

[Mia has gained +3 Affection!]

She released his cock in a moment of ecstasy, which was fine by him. It was a miracle that he’d lasted this long, and Oliver wasn’t in a hurry to end his good luck.

“Ah… hah… hah… mi amor… you’re close, too, aren’t you…?” Mia stared at him, her glasses crooked and foggy, mouth panting for air.

“Y-Yeah… you’re pretty good with your hand, kitten…”

“Do you, ah… w-want me to finish you off again like we did this morning? Could also stand up, point it at my face, and do it yourself if you'd be into that… I don’t mind…”

“…God, that’s tempting,” Oliver admitted. “I kinda had something else in mind, though.”

“…Oh?”

“Yeah, but I’m worried it might be too daring…”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t float the idea. Rather, I'd prefer you did. Can’t give my man what he wants if he doesn’t tell me what he’s after.”

Oliver thought about it for a moment.

Another facial sounded great, but it wouldn’t get him any LP. It was in his best interest to try new things, but the problem was that he didn’t want to rush Mia. Thankfully, seeing her so eager to please gave Oliver the courage to pitch his thoughts.

He whispered them and watched as Mia reacted about as sheepishly as expected.

“Too much…?”

“Still thinking…” Mia mumbled. “Not explicitly against it, it's just a little… mn… risky…”

“We don’t have to, it was just an idea,”

“Putting words in my mouth again, mi amor. Never said risky was bad.”

“Think you’d be able to hold yourself back?”

“Probably now that you’ve gotten me off a little, yeah. I, um,” Mia sighed deeply, then gathered her resolve. “Okay, Ollie. We can try it.”

“…Seriously?”

“Sí. Seriously. Now roll us over.”

Oliver did precisely that, rolling them over so Mia was on top with him below. She then grabbed her blanket- a crucial necessity if this was going to work- and covered herself up with it from the neck down.

She then hiked up her lower half and fumbled around.

Oliver could only see Mia’s embarrassed expression and the shifting outline underneath the blanket. He knew what was happening, but the sheer surprise that it even was had him nearly paralyzed with arousal.

Mia settled in place and let out an anxious sigh. They looked at each other, lost in nervous excitement, and smiled awkwardly. Then, her hands came out of the blanket. Darkness spread as they eclipsed his vision, and a strangely attractive scent bombarded his nostrils. 

“H-Here… a little bonus since you went and told me how badly you wanted a taste…”

Mia let go of the elastic band, causing a thin piece of red fabric to snap against his head and chin. Suddenly, his nose and lips were drenched by the sopping panties she'd given him as a mask.

Oliver’s brain completely froze as he processed this, which was fine because Mia’s did, too. She didn’t know where she got the courage to pull that off, but she was glad she did. So was Oliver, especially after he took in a breath of warm, stuffy air.

[Milestone Achieved! Sniffed Mia’s Panties +15LP]

Because, of course, that would be a fucking milestone… Oliver had to hold back a sigh.

“So… you gonna maybe… I dunno… say something about your little present…?” Mia’s tone indicated she’d cocoon herself in the blanket and refuse to come out if he didn’t.

“Sorry, I… um…”

Oliver tried speaking, but words failed him. Recognizing the need for some kind of response, he reached into the blanket, grabbed Mia’s hand, and led it to his dick.

“Jesus Christ…!” Mia exclaimed. “Thought we were already at max hardness after everything with Zoe… what the shit, mi amor?”

“I don’t know, every fucking time I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, you somehow manage to make me outdo myself…”

“Suppose I should be flattered, but it’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you look like that…”

“Would it be better or worse if I did this?” Oliver succumbed to his desires and licked the panties, tasting Mia’s pussy juices for the first time. He saw why people called it an acquired taste. It was tangy and a little sweaty, but he was into it.

“Worse. So much worse. Dios mio, why did I do that…?”

“Don’t know, but I’m happy you did. You’re not gonna stop here, though, are you?”

“…No. No, I’m not. Told you we’d give it a try, so,” Mia took a deep breath. “Here we go.! Angling his hard cock so it laid flat across his belly, Mia closed her eyes and slowly inched her hips downward. 

“Ah!”

“Mn!”

They both gasped as their naked selves came into contact, shocked and stunned from their first skin-to-skin encounter. Her searing heat and overflowing juices poured onto his pulsating erection, the softness of her lips sandwiching him on both sides.

Bit by bit, Mia eased herself down even harder until she'd fully rested her weight against him.

“Holy shit,” Oliver moaned.

“Feel good, mi amor…?”

“Yeah, of course… it’s just… wow…”

Mia smiled a little. “Doesn’t feel half bad on my end, either. Bet it’ll feel even better once I start moving, though.”

“Whenever you’re ready,”

“In a second… still… mn… adjusting… can feel you pulsing and pounding down there, you know. It’s… nice... real nice…”

“I-I don’t know how long I can wait,” Oliver warned. “Between the stuff with Zoe, making out with you, and the handjob…? It’s not gonna take much…”

“Sí, I kinda figured. Remember everything I told you earlier, okay? Don’t feel like you need to impress me. Doing this for you, mi amor.”

He nervously smiled up at Mia and took her hands under the blanket, interlacing their fingers and squeezing. “Okay. I’m still gonna try not to, but if I can’t help it, I can’t help it.”

“Good enough. Let’s give this a go, then, mn?” Mia smiled warmly back down, then summoned up the courage to rock her hips back and forth. “Oh, shit-”

Mia’s dripping pussy radiated with pleasure as she worked herself along its impressive length. Every passing inch stirred an inferno of lustful pleasure within her, made even worse by how unprepared she was. If this was even a slight indication of what actual sex would feel like, then even her wildest, most vivid fantasies paled in comparison.

Likewise, Oliver was swallowed up by Mia’s steaming heat. He was still convinced that hers was somehow unique- there was no way pussies got this hot, was there? Fingering Mia always felt like shoving his fingers into a sticky hot spring, and now that hot spring was giving him a cock massage with the softest sponge imaginable.

Staying still was impossible.

“Mia… that’s… so good…!” Oliver whined, his hips slowly matching her rhythm.

“C-Careful… feels… really nice for me, too… b-but we don’t, mn- want… any accidents…”

“I’ve got you covered,” he squeezed her hands tighter. “You might be on top, but I’m… ah… still in control here, kitten.”

“Mn… going off the look on your face, not sure I believe you… but… t-that’s okay… don’t, mn- don’t always have to act like you’re hot stuff for me, Ollie… we can just… relax and enjoy this together without worrying about who’s in control or… or whatever…”

“Okay… let’s take it slow, then…”

“Sí… nice and slow, mi amor… niiiice and slooooow…”

Getting right into it, Mia developed a steady pace that wasn’t too fast yet wasn’t too slow. It was just slow enough, every drag deliberate and intense. Oliver reigned in his thrusting to match, but stopping altogether was off the table. He timed himself as best he could with her motions, carving out additional pleasure for them both.

Passionately horny as she was, Mia got close to the edge again.

It’s not that Oliver wasn’t still sensitive from all the fooling around or even that he was getting better at holding it in. It was just that this felt that good for Mia. He was so big and hard, making it easy for her to shift his cock around between her lower lips and grind her clit against it in a dozen different ways, scratching a new itch each and every time.

Neither would last long at this rate, and they knew it.

“Y-You’re close again,” Mia noted. “Feel you tensing up nonstop…”

“So are you… your pussy drools even harder and gets all twitchy when you’re about to cum… feels… ahhh… almost like you’re kissing me down there…”

“I, um… I-I don’t know what to say to that… ahaha… you, um… you like it?”

“More than anything, kitten…”

Mia stared into his eyes, her pussy quivering, nails digging into his knuckles. Her heart pounded with overbearing affection, urging her to hasten her humping. They moaned loudly in unison, Oliver soon matching her increased pace.

“Let’s finish this up,” she whimpered and whined. “Can’t… take much more… too good… too good…!!”

“Fuuuuuck-!! Mia, don’t stop…!! You’re going so fast, I… I’m gonna-!!”

Mia’s slippery slit convulsed on Oliver’s cock, a river of love flooding against him as explosive ecstasy echoed throughout her senses. In her pleasure, she slammed down with all her weight and triggered his long-awaited orgasm. Streams of thick, white ropes burst out onto his belly like shotgun blasts, his vision going white as he cried out Mia’s name over and over.

Their mutual pleasure lasted for ages until Oliver was spent, and Mia collapsed against him. After a few moments of relentless panting, Oliver somehow gathered up the strength to peel Mia’s panties off and bring her in for a kiss. She reciprocated it lazily, uncaring that his lips were coated in juices from her messy panties.

Thus, they were left in the blissful aftermath, and nothing had ever felt so perfect in Oliver’s life. Again.

“That… was so much better than a handjob…”

“Seems we’re in agreement. Happen to think so, too…”

[Mia has gained +5 Affection!]

[Milestone Achieved! Intercrural Sex with Mia +40LP]

Damn, that’s a lot of LP… Oliver was already glad he’d risked asking Mia to try this out, but this just made it even better.

“Christ… this is like the fourth time this week that I’ve had what I thought was the best orgasm I’ve ever had…”

She giggled a little and nuzzled into his chest. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“It wasn’t,”

“Could be.”

“By all means, take it as one,” he hugged her close, smiling ear to ear. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“I’ll bet, mi amor. Eager to see just how ‘happy’ you can get.”

The quiet, subdued atmosphere of love brewing between them continued in silence as they lay in each other’s embrace, neither rushing to move on with their day or figure out what came next.

Seeing how good the mood was, Oliver figured now might be a good time to finally ask.

“Hey, Mia?”

“Mn?”

“You’re right-handed, right?”

The silence suddenly became less romantic and a lot more awkward.

“…Sí, why do you ask?”

Oliver pressed on despite his nerves, feeling as if he was in too deep.

“Uh, it’s just… I kinda noticed you mostly use your left whenever you’re touching me, and you always seem to be rubbing your wrist…”

“It’s a habit,” Mia mumbled. “Just a little tic of mine.”

“It looked like it hurt, though… back on the couch, I mean…”

“I’m fine,”

“Are you?”

“Sí, mi amor. Appreciate the concern, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Mia…”

“Ollie. Drop it.”

[Mia has lost -3 Affection!]

Oh, shit. That backfired a lot harder than he expected.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood, I was only-”

“You didn’t, it’s… fine…” Mia sighed and rolled off his chest. He turned with her, becoming the big spoon. “Overreaction on my part, sorry. Just... really don’t really wanna talk about it right now. Not when everything is sunshine and rainbows, mn?”

Oliver felt he should’ve expected this to be a touchy subject, but at least he wasn’t in too much hot water. It was bad timing, that’s all.

“Okay. I’m ready to listen whenever you wanna tell me what’s up.”

Mia’s hands grasped the arm Oliver held her with, nuzzling backward into his embrace. “Thank you, mi amor. Again, sorry about that…”

“No, no. It’s cool. Anything I can do to make things a little better?”

“Mn… you didn’t happen to bring your Odyssey, did you?”

“Just so happens I did,” Oliver said, thankful for his magical inventory system. “Did you want to play some Hellagers?”

“Sí, after a little catnap…”

“Were we done hanging out with Zoe, then?”

“Can't imagine she hasn't crashed by now, and she definitely won't wake up till you're gone if she has. Today was supposed to be about us, anyway. Any objections on switching back over to our original plans?”

“Not an objection so much as a request,”

“Listening,”

“Mind keeping your shorts off while we nap? Your bare ass feels amazing on my skin…”

“…Dios mio, mi amor. You say the stupidest shit sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Oliver grinned. “But you love me for it.”

“I do,” Mia yawned, purposefully backing up her rear until it was thoroughly squished into his pelvis. “I really, really do…”

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

***

Stat Changes

Oliver Chase | Strength 9 | Style 1 | Spark 1 | Smart 0
Cash: $920 | LP: 325

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend |89/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

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.

***

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 | ♡♡♡♡♡

Update

Just checking in to say I think I'm pretty much over whatever mental block I was having. I got back up to 4k words today and the next chapter should be out sometime tomorrow. Gonna relax for a while but I might even finish it in a few hours from now if I get back to it. It should be a pretty sexy one so I hope you're looking forward to it!

Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 64

Aaaaand here it is.

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"Fuckin' finally! I'm so damn hungry, and I can't even remember the last time you made breakfast for me like this, Mia. Thanks a ton!”

"I made you breakfast yesterday morning,” Mia closed her eyes. “You ate it on stream.”

"...I did? I mean, that sounds like me, but are you sure?"

"Sí. You're welcome, though. Dig in. You too, mi amor."

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said.

A peacefully generic song played within Oliver's mind as the three of them were packed together on the living room couch, with a full breakfast spread on the coffee table before them. The oven kept the food fresh during the multiple interruptions, and everyone was itching to sink their teeth in, Zoe most of all.

Oliver watched as she tore into everything on offer like a ravenous lion. He didn't know whether to be horrified or impressed with her vigor. Aside from Zoe’s lack of table manners, eating together like this was nice. It was also the second day in a row that Mia had cooked for him, and Oliver was already hoping it would become a more regular occurrence.

Eating Mia’s cooking made him smile, which in turn made her smile whenever she noticed him smiling. It was a sickeningly sweet feedback loop of pure love, the likes of which were only possible when coming from a pair of adorably awkward virgins. 

Feeling the need to compliment the little chef, Oliver gave her his honest opinion. “Breakfast came out really good, Mia. Thanks.”

“Kinda hard to fuck up anything on today’s menu, but you’re welcome all the same…” Mia softly smiled.

“Better not be getting any funny ideas, Olive,” Zoe said after shoving a gargantuan forkful of pancakes down her throat. “You got another thing coming if you think I’m gonna give up my live-in chef without a fight!”

He managed an awkward laugh. “We’ve only been dating since Monday. I'm not going to be taking Mia away anytime soon.”

“Not in much of a hurry to leave, either,” Mia looked away and frowned, embarrassed. “Your place is a little… I mean… all my stuff is here, and, ah…”

“You don’t need to beat around the bush. I know how much my apartment sucks.”

"Sorry, mi amor..."

“It does, now, does it?” Zoe raised a brow. “Problem solved, then. You can live here, and we’ll share her!”

Mia almost choked on a piece of bacon. Oliver quickly patted and rubbed her back while she washed it with some water. They both stared at Zoe in the aftermath.

"Whoops. Probably could've phrased that better." Zoe gave an apologetic grin and resumed stuffing her face to cover up the awkwardness. A moment later, she added, "Still, the offer stands. I think it'd be a net positive for all of us, personally. You two would have all the time in the world to get sexy with each other, and I'd get more of Mia's cooking! What the fuck would you call that other than a win-win?"

The lovers both reddened at her suggestion. Oliver was also amused by Zoe's simplicity, finding it funny how much she thought he could just uproot himself and move in with them like it was no big deal. Granted, his inventory system would trivialize transferring over his few possessions, but still. He'd have to tell his parents if he'd moved into his girlfriend's place, and that wasn't a conversation he was mentally prepared for.

Focusing on the here and now, Oliver had a new angle to work from now that he knew how much Zoe loved Mia's cooking. He went for it, asking Mia, "You're not forgetting to feed your pet three times a day, are you?"

"Typically try to make sure my perezosa gets at least one home-cooked meal a day, but I don't generally like barging in on her streams like I did last night. Being on camera makes me a little nervous, sí? That, and..."

"And?"

"Just generally don't enjoy cooking for people when I can't watch how they enjoy it..."

"What're you talking about?" Zoe laughed incredulously. "You can watch me enjoy your cooking whenever you want, silly. You just gotta boot up my stream after you drop the food off."

Oliver blinked. He then looked at Mia, catching her staring stone-faced into the middle distance. How the point flew so far over Zoe's head that it reached the moon boggled his mind. You'd think she'd at least notice Mia's visible disappointment, but no. She just kept on eating in total obliviousness.

Since Mia didn't have it in her to fully express herself, he figured that duty fell to him.

"I think what Mia's trying to say is that she'd be willing to cook for you a lot more often if you stopped streaming long enough to sit down and eat together like we're doing now. Right, Mia?"

"...Right," she nodded meekly.

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

"Damn," Zoe stabbed down on a stack of sliced pancakes a little harder than she needed to. "You know I'd love to, Mia, but that really doesn't work for me. I get some of my biggest tips whenever I'm eating on stream. Some pervs actually get off on watching chicks chow down on cam. Gross, right? Fuckin' weirdos. Still, gotta give the fans what they want!"

[Zoe has lost -1 Affection!]

Oliver considered the notification, noticing a pattern.

This was the second time Zoe's affection dropped. Both times were the result of him implying she should stream less. It seemed like she was repellent to the very idea and that constantly making such suggestions would only annoy her. She was still acting polite about it, but her patience wouldn't last forever.

Note to self; don't expect to change Zoe's mind through words. She just jumps straight into excuses about why she can't stop streaming. That, or she'll mention how she needs to make her fans happy...

It was a safe assumption that Zoe's affection would rise faster if he started taking her side and reinforcing her current lifestyle, but even if he warned Mia that he'd be lying to get on Zoe's good side, it wasn't an option. Not when he could easily imagine how his life would've played out if someone had done that to him.

Oliver's best bet was to avoid routinely calling Zoe out and focus on naturally building her affection. No stranger to how these things went in many of his favorite games, he figured that Zoe's Heart Events were his best shot at provoking some self-reflection out of her. All the more reason to get there as quick as he could.

Wanting to get to know her, Oliver opted to get the girl talking about her obvious passion.

“You know, Zoe, all this talk about your career makes me interested in hearing more. I’m not a big stream guy, so I don’t know jack shit about what it takes to do what you do. Hell, I don’t even know what your channel’s called, what kinda games you play, nothing.”

Zoe was very receptive.

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection!]

“Seriously? Mia didn’t tell you any of that?”

“I did not,” Mia conceded, then quieted down to let her friend do her thing.

“Well, shit. Might as well take it from the top, then. Listen up, Olive!”

It was a good thing Oliver actually was a little interested in hearing about this. Otherwise, the ridiculously long rant Zoe kicked off would’ve been unbearable. She spoke fast, getting into rapid-fire detail about her life as a streamer.

To start things off, Zoe took out her phone and flipped it around so he could see the design on its case. There was a cute picture of a grumpy, gray-green cartoon sloth holding a video game controller. The letters ‘LSG’ were displayed in pixelated font to its side. He recognized the art as Mia's work and was told the letters stood for the channel name- LazySlothGaming.

Mia wasn't kidding. Zoe was reasonably successful and had a little over two thousand subs, though her streams sometimes had at least twice as many viewers depending on the game she was playing. She’d been a Tweak streamer for going on four years now, starting not long after graduating.

There was an element of ironic tragedy to Zoe’s success in that it was apparently Mia’s idea for her to become a streamer all those years ago. 

The grim look on her face expressed how conflicted Mia felt about that.

“I was kind of a massive fuckin’ wreck back then,” Zoe laughed, implying she wasn’t one right now. “And then all of a sudden, Mia sat me down one day and presented this huge-ass plan of action, showed off some work-in-progress sketches she’d made for potential channel logos, some stream overlays, and boom! Everything was smooth sailing from then on out.”

“It was the fuck not,” Mia blushed. “Took about a year before you got used to being on camera. And then another before you started making any money.”

“Details, details. I got there eventually, and that’s all that matters.”

“Wow,” Oliver looked at them both. “I had no idea you had such a big part in this, Mia.”

“Yeah, well…” while looking away, Mia somehow managed to cut her finger on her butter knife. “Mierda!” She hissed, sucking the wound.

“That’s not even the whole story!” Zoe said with pride. Mia’s injury was apparently commonplace enough to not even regard it. “Mia even ran my social media accounts for the first year or so while teaching me the ropes. I got the hang of things eventually, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her!”

“…You don’t say,” Oliver focused on Mia, who was turtling up. “Anything else she helped you with?”

“Oh, yeah. Tons of shit! Mia used to watch loads of different streamers for new ideas, she’d search for trending games I should be playing, moderated my chat, helped me take sexy selfies for my socials, and… uhhh… hmm. I can’t think of anything else off the top of my head, but I’m probably forgetting some shit.”

“Can’t say I’d be surprised,” he sighed. “Damn. You’re a really good friend, Mia. One might even say you’ve spoiled Zoe.”

“…One might,”

Oliver wasn’t accusing her. He better than anyone how fiercely stubborn Mia got when trying to care for someone she loved. He just hadn't expected it to bite her in the ass as hard as it did.

Putting the thought aside to continue the conversation, Oliver asked Zoe about the kinds of games she streamed, which inevitably turned into a lengthy rant about her personal tastes.

Zoe was a self-described video game purist.

She loved the medium with all her heart and didn’t differentiate between consoles, genres, or individual series. It didn’t matter if you were talking about a dudebro military FPS, a retro platformer, or even an eighty-hour JRPG with grinding galore.

All she needed to get absolutely hooked was for a good game to be precisely that: good.

The more Zoe talked about her interests, the more captivated Oliver became. She was fun to listen to, and her enthusiasm was infectious. He started suspecting that her good looks weren’t the only reason she had so many followers and was almost disappointed when she'd finished with her spiel.

“Aaaaand that’s about the gist of it. I’ll play anything and everything, but I usually stick to whatever’s the hot new thing for my channel's sake. Gotta give the people what they want.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Oliver thought aloud. “But wouldn’t you rather just play whatever you wanted instead of worrying about pleasing people you’ve never even met?”

“Eh,” she shrugged. “It’s not all bad. I still get to spend every second of my day fuckin’ around and playing games, which is more than most people can say about their jobs! And wouldn't you know it, it's all thanks to Mia!”

“Sí. Go, me.” Mia slumped against the couch, dying inside.

Oliver found mild amusement in his girlfriend's suffering before asking Zoe the last question he had left. The big one. The one that concerned him more than just about anything else.

“So... what all do you do for fun when you aren’t playing video games?”

“…Huh?”

“I mean that when you’re done streaming and you turn the camera off for the night or whatever, are there any other hobbies you enjoy, or-”

“Other hobbies?” Zoe squinted at him like he was speaking another language.

Fucking Christ. I can't say I expected anything less, but... I had my hopes... he sighed.

“…Random question, what did you two get up to when you hung out together the other night?”

“I hooked up my Surge-Box out here for a few hours, and Mia watched me play Lords of Galius. Why?”

Oliver glanced at Mia.

“I like watching her play,” she huffed defensively. “You know I have shit motor skills, and it’s a pretty game, besides. Get off my back.”

“Okay, okay,” Oliver knew when to leave well enough alone, but still.

Things were pretty dire, and Zoe's lifestyle made Oliver feel strangely sympathetic. It reminded him too much of how he lived after dropping out of high school. Of the two years he spent being a burden on everyone around him.

As if he didn’t already want to help fix things around here enough.

Now that everyone was finished eating, Oliver volunteered to help Mia with the dishes. She appreciated the gesture and helped him pile everything up as they took it to the sink. Zoe stayed behind to continue messaging people on her phone before they all sat down and decided what they wanted to do together.

Unbeknownst to Mia, Oliver and Zoe had secret plans in store. He had a quest to fulfill and further LP to score. Once they'd washed the dishes, Oliver excused himself to the bathroom again and opened his skill menu. He had 270LP to work with, and more was on the way. Now was not the time to be conservative. Oliver wanted at least two Love skills.

Flipping over to tier two immediately, Oliver combed through his options. The clutter was as immense as ever, making it a chore. Since he already had a kiss scheduled with Zoe, finding something that boosted affection gained through kissing seemed like a safe bet. A skill like this wouldn't help him in the short term with other heroines, but it would help with Mia, which was equally important.

This was what he landed on;

[Kiss King | ** | Love | Increases your general proficiency in the art of locking lips and trading tongues, making the act of kissing you more enjoyable for your heroines. Affection boosts earned as a result of kissing receive one to three bonus points depending on the timing, impact, and meaningfulness of said kiss.]

All in all, Oliver thought it was just what he wanted. It was also nice that it made him a better kisser. He was far from an expert, even though Mia hadn't given him any complaints. The only thing he was worried about was that the wording made it sound like he'd need to go for more dramatic kisses to get the biggest bonuses.

Man, this would've been great to have before I kissed Mia in front of her brothers yesterday... Oliver sighed, though it wasn't as if he had the LP to waste at the time, even if he'd known about the skill back then. At least he'd have it from now on.

He'd already pulled off one grand public display of affection. No doubt he could do it again.

[Skill Purchased! Kiss King -50LP]

Oliver went through another one of his crazy hallucinations as the requisite knowledge downloaded itself into his brain. This was the most awkward one yet as the sensation of dozens of lips and tongues pressed against his own, each one imparting different styles and techniques. The experience was pleasurable, though it left him feeling guilty. He wondered what Mia would think if he told her he'd just made out with a bunch of ghosts in her bathroom.

Moving on, Oliver wanted something to help him reliably gain affection faster in a more general sense. He came up with the idea to look for something that boosted gains made through speech. Given that the vast majority of affection increases he earned were through conversation, this seemed like a no-brainer.

[Smooth Talker | ** | Love | Affection boosts earned as a result of things you say receive one to three bonus points depending on the impact of what was said.]

Unlike Kiss King, Smooth Talker didn’t actually make him a smooth talker. It just rewarded him for being one. Probably something to do with game balance again, Oliver reasoned. If he always spoke amazingly well, the skill would trigger every few seconds, wouldn’t it?

Probably better off this way. I was halfway worried that a speech skill like this would’ve made me supernaturally persuasive or something, anyway, and I wouldn’t have been comfortable with that. Too close to hypnotism shit.

This, though? This is nice and simple- just the way I like it.

[Skill Purchased! Smooth Talker -50LP]

Oliver didn’t experience any skill download weirdness this time and was thankful for it. He didn’t feel any different, either, meaning he had to go and test it out for himself. Good thing he had two test subjects ready and waiting.

He looked at himself in the mirror out of habit on his way out, telling his reflection that he could do this before returning to the living room, where Mia and Zoe sat on opposite ends of the couch. Zoe had just remembered that Mia should typically be at work on a Thursday morning, and Mia was filling her in on why she wasn’t.

“Hey,” Mia patted the middle cushion between them. “Come on over. Got the best seat in the house for you, mi amor.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Oliver slipped in, sitting closer to Mia than Zoe.

Zoe winked at him once he got there, prompting him to nod in return. Seemed that the plan was still on.

“You’re not tired, are you, Zoe?” Mia asked. “Was hoping to take you up on your offer and have you hang out with us for a little while.”

“Haven’t slept in two days, but eh. I’ll be fine if I chug another gulpie in a bit here,” Zoe lazily tossed her phone off to the side, giving them her full attention. “After all, I wouldn’t wanna miss the fun we’re gonna have.”

Mia narrowed her eyes. “…And what fun is that, mn?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing… I just thought it might make for some good entertainment if we put Olive here through a little test of character so we can see what makes him tick…”

“Please tell me this test doesn’t involve boxing. I’m serious, I’ll head straight the fuck home.”

“Don’t think boxing is where she’s going with this, no…” Mia said grimly. “Think she’s going somewhere worse.”

“Aw, am I really that obvious?”

“Considering how that game’s always been your favorite way to fuck with people? Sí, Zoe. You really are that obvious.”

“Okay, cool. You two are clearly having yourselves a moment, so I’ll just sit here and wait until someone gives me context. No rush.”

Mia sighed, held his hand, and gave him a dire expression. “Mi amor, I need you to listen to me very carefully. The perezosa is going to challenge you to a certain game that you should under no circumstances accept.”

“I’ll let you watch him make out with me a little if he wins,” Zoe said smugly.

Mia’s grip on Oliver’s hand doubled in strength. Her eyes widened as a long silence fell over her. “...Mi amor, I need you to listen to me very carefully. The perezosa is going to challenge you to a certain game that you must win at any cost, no matter how steep.”

“Right… so… what’s even the big deal about this game, anyway? What’s it called?”

“DokaDon Empire…” Mia uttered.

“Never heard of it,”

“Not surprising, it’s pretty fuckin’ obscure,” Zoe stated. “It’s kinda like a digital board game where you roll dice and progress along a big map. Each player is trying to build an empire for themselves, and the goal is to undercut and steal resources from each other. Really intense shit.”

“So it’s just like Monopoly?”

“It’s Monopoly as redesigned by Satan,” Mia added. “Big Red had a quick look at it and thought it could do with a few thousand degrees more suffering and misery.”

"That bad?"

"Pretty much," Mia sighed.

“You can always back out if you’re too intimidated, Olive. Wouldn’t wanna make you cry in front of your new girlfriend.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Oliver laughed off Zoe’s lame attempt at taunting him.

“You won’t be, mi amor. Game will either make you cry or make a monster out of you. No two ways about it. Last time Zoe roped Becca and me into playing, I ... well, see for yourself...” Mia pointed at a spot next to the entertainment center, where Oliver suddenly noticed the wall’s color was slightly off.

“…And Rebecca?”

“She cried. Hard.” Mia hung her head. “And I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to her…”

“...And you want me to play this horrific, mentally scarring board game from hell just for a chance at some cheap sexual gratification?”

“…Sí?”

Oliver sighed. “Okay, good enough for me. I’m in.”

[Mia has gained +3 Affection! +1 Smooth Talker]

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

There it was; Oliver’s first taste of his new skill in action. Mia and Zoe both liked him saying he was down to play, but it wasn’t like his declaration was all that impactful. Thus, only one extra point.

I guess I can only expect bigger bonuses when I say something meaningful. Fair enough. Even if Smooth Talker mostly gives me plus ones, they’ll still add up.

Oliver was satisfied with his purchase, just as his heroines were satisfied with him.

“Man. You really found yourself a keeper, Mia.” Zoe sharply smirked as she stood from the couch. “It takes a special kinda guy to willingly dive headfirst into hell itself just to get their girlfriend off a little harder, but you really ain’t gonna let that stop you. Huh, Olive?”

“I guess not. I’m still having trouble picturing just how bad this game could possibly be, but… even if it is as bad as you guys keep saying…” Oliver took a sideways glance at Mia. Her cheeks burned scarlet, and she kept shifting around in her seat like there were ants in her pants. Her excitement wasn’t subtle. “Something tells me I’d be going against my best interests if I didn’t go for it.”

“Might be you stand to gain something from playing along, sí,” Mia mumbled under her breath, the tiniest hint of delirious exhilaration hidden in her quiet voice. “It’ll be fine, though. Really. It’s… not that bad… and I’ll be right here to provide moral support every step of the way…”

Her left hand suddenly rested on his inner thigh. She started rubbing upwards along its length.

“Mia… I won’t win if you can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Mn? Ah-” Mia realized what she was doing and pulled away, blushing even brighter. “S-Sorry, mi amor. Might be getting a little ahead of myself…”

“I noticed,” Oliver gave her a weary smile as Mia scooted closer to the couch’s edge away from temptation.

“Heh. Ever the adorable fuckin’ perv.” Zoe laughed at her friend’s all-too-familiar antics, delighting in how her expression became poutier.

She then excused herself to set the stage, returning from her room with an old-school SnoyBoy 2 console, two controllers, and a copy of DokaDon Empire. It only took her a couple of seconds to rig everything up before handing Oliver the player two controller and then lounging back on the couch.

The nostalgic sound of the console booting up overrode Oliver’s omnipresent BGM, giving him a welcome reprieve from royalty-free hell.

“This is usually the part where I’d give you one last chance to pussy out, but it looks like you’re pretty much locked in…”

“Can still back out of this if he wants to,” Mia claimed. “He just knows he’d better not.”

“Indeed, I do. Sorry, Zoe. I don’t care how crazy this stupid game is. You’re going down.”

“Whoa there. I said I’d make out with you, dude. Never said I’d go that far!” Zoe cackled.

A little of Oliver’s confidence shriveled up as his face became flushed. At his side, Mia trembled at the thought and looked close to drooling. All this over a dumb joke.

Zoe shook her head. “Christ, you nerds were fuckin’ made for each other…”

The game finally got past the many company logos preceding the title screen as a retro-sounding JRPG song started to play, the words ‘DokaDon Empire’ appearing above a giant castle with a bright blue sky behind it. Several generic hero characters flitted about before the castle's gate, mages slinging spells and heroes slicing slimes.

Between the art, the music, and the tacky UI, everything about this game screamed ‘shovelware’ to Oliver. It lowered his guard. Made him think they’d been messing with him until now- that it had all been one big prank.

Oh, how sweet it was to live in ignorance's comforting embrace.

***

Stat Changes

Oliver Chase | Strength 9 | Style 1 | Spark 1 | Smarts 0
Cash: $920 | LP: 170

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend | 68/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

Zoe Myers | Status: Mia's BFF | 15/100 | ♡♡♡♡♡

Update

Chapter is done now, ended up not feeling like doing much yesterday and then had trouble sleeping so I woke up very late. I’ll edit it within a few hours cause it took me longer than I thought and I don’t feel like it currently. I’m feeling a little better, don’t think all the way yet, but getting there!

Slight Delay

Just letting you guys know I've been feeling a little mentally bleh these last few days and my pace has been a bit slower than I'd like as a result. I'm still typically reaching at least 3k words a day minimum but my mood has had me very particular about my writing and it's led to a lot, lot, lot more rewriting and erasing than I typically do. Even though I'm progressing, it's not as straightforward as usual. I'm pretty sure this will pass and it's just a temporary thing but it feels like my brain is really foggy when I sit down to write and worst of all is it's led to me having little motivation late at night which is where I usually get a good head start on the next day. The chapter I'm currently working on shouldn't have taken me any longer than two days but it's taken about four so I'm not feeling great about that but it is what it is.

It also really doesn't help that these chapters are very independent from the outline I wrote, at least up to this point. We should be just about at the part where it shouldn't diverge too much more but getting Zoe and Mia's relationship ironed out has been stressful because I have to walk this balance of making it so that Zoe isn't incredibly unlikable while Mia doesn't seem like an idiot for taking care of her best friend. That's where most of the rewriting and erasing came from. I think we have that balance now but I kept going off in weird directions with it which kept complicating it when it doesn't need to be complicated.

Things should be smoother next chapter as we will be sticking more closely to my outline for the rest of Oliver's day hanging out with them. I hope to have it up probably sometime after midnight my time but we'll see if it gets done. If it doesn't, it will definitely be sometime tomorrow. There isn't much left, I just wanted to communicate with you guys a little bit.

Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 63

This one took me a little longer despite only being 3k words. It went significantly off script and I had to keep retooling how far I wanted to take it. I think things are firmly established now and we've got a good path forward, though.

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Mia was glad she decided to fuck around in the grocery store longer than she needed. Whatever happened, the overall vibe going on was much more positive. It was too early to tell if Oliver and Zoe had truly hit it off, but the early results proved promising.

This hadn't been how she wanted their introduction to go down.

Mia knew her friend better than anyone. How prickly she was, how rough around the edges. Zoe was an acquired taste. Mia worried that her favorite little troubled white boy might not’ve had what it took to stomach Zoe long enough to get really 'get' her.

She also knew that her adorable boyfriend chronically underestimated himself. He was funnier than he thought, more charming, and always knew exactly what to say, even if he often fumbled the delivery.

Zoe never stood a chance. 

Even so, Mia was still somehow impressed with his results. Zoe was giving Oliver her full attention when she got back. She wasn't playing a game, wasn’t messing with her phone, no. Zoe was messing with him and having a hell of a time doing so.

Short of opening the door to find them making out, Mia couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.

"Hey," Oliver peeled off Zoe's pasty and tossed it at her, getting it to land flat on her boob. "Welcome back."

"Glad to be back," Mia started walking toward the kitchen. "Did I miss anything? Feeling like I might've."

"Nothing major. We mostly just talked, and-"

"Mia, what's the big deal?" Zoe got up and cut off the path to the kitchen. "Loverboy over there said that you're mad at me. Is that true, or what? Cause you know you're supposed to tell me off if I'm being a stupid piece of shit!"

Mia looked briefly at Oliver, watching his face fall into his palm. Relatable. Her cheeks burned from Zoe's lack of tact and from suddenly being thrust into the spotlight. Unless yelling at her brothers counted, direct confrontation wasn't something Mia excelled at.

She looked away and rubbed her wrist, mumbling, "Thought we'd long since established you should always assume you're being a stupid piece of shit."

"Well, duh," Zoe laughed. "It's the specifics I need to hear! What exactly am I doing wrong, huh?"

"I... mn... didn't say you did anything wrong, it's... it's just..."

"Come on! Spit it out, girl!"

"I-I..."

"Zoe, back up a little," Oliver suddenly called out. "You're making this a lot harder for her."

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

Zoe looked at him and then at Mia. It didn't occur to her how uncomfortable Mia looked until then, making her feel stupid. Why were other people always so hard to understand?

"...Sorry," she backed up a little. "Spell it out for me? Please?"

"I'm not mad. Just… upset. Don't generally mind taking care of you, Zoe, but when you shut yourself away for days at a time, it starts to feel less like I'm helping a friend and more like I'm looking after a pet who barely knows I’m there.”

“God, I’m the fucking worst,” Zoe groaned. “I'm sorry I'm such a stupid bitch, Mia. I had no idea you felt like this. It sucks that I have to stream as much as I do, but it is what it is, you know?”

"...Sí. I know."

"I'm gonna make it up to you. We'll hang out as much as you want this next week, starting right this fuckin' second! And Olive can stick around, too! Just the three of us, and- oh, fuck- call Rebecca while you're at it! I miss that little dork!”

"Sounds great..." Mia managed a soft smile. Her voice was quiet. Reserved. "I'd like that. Think Becca’s skipped too much work lately to get away with it today, but I'll see if she's not willing to ditch one of her game sessions this weekend..."

"Awesome! Man, I’m so fuckin’ glad we got this sorted out. C’mere, you!” Zoe hugged Mia close to her chest, smothering her worse than Stacy did the night before.

Oliver thought Mia looked like one of those stress balls with the bulging eyes. He would've found it equally arousing and hilarious if he wasn’t preoccupied by concern.

"What are you gonna do when your temp ban is up?" He asked.

"Huh?" Zoe looked his way, as did Mia once she was free of titty prison. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking that... I don't know, it's nice and all that you want to make things up to Mia, but it's not really gonna solve the underlying problem, you know?"

Mia rubbed her wrist and looked at the floor. Her cheeks were somehow a shade redder than when they were sandwiched by Zoe's cleavage.

[Mia has gained +3 Affection!]

Zoe's reaction was strange. She just kind of stared at him blankly until frowning.

[Zoe has lost -1 Affection!]

"Yeah. I know. Streaming is a really rough job, though. There's not really anything I can do about it."

The affection loss wasn't a good sign, but he couldn't just drop the topic. "You could try taking a day off once or twice a week...?"

"You'd think that'd be all fine and fuckin' dandy, but it's not," Zoe sighed. "I'm popular enough to get by right now, sure, but people are fickle. They'll drop a streamer for the littlest thing, so you gotta get a solid brand going if you want to keep people around. Mine's that I barely fuckin' sleep, meaning I'm almost always fuckin' streaming. That's what works for me, Olive. That's what makes me my money."

Boy, howdy, was Oliver uncomfortable. Mia, too, and Zoe hadn't even finished.

"It's not that I don't want to take time off. It's that I can't afford to. Not when I've got so much forward momentum going! Or at least I did before this fucking temp ban... damn it! Now I'm gonna be a whole week behind on all the biggest releases, and anyone who cares about that shit is gonna find some other pair of tits to watch while I'm gone, and there's no guarantee they'll be waiting for me when I get back!"

Frustrated, Zoe collapsed against the couch with a groan. An awkward silence hung in the air following her outburst. It got to her, making her self-conscious of how she acted.

"Sorry," she huffed. "I didn't mean to go off like that, I just-"

"No," Oliver cut her off. “You’re all good. I’m the one who’s sorry. Didn’t mean to tell you how to do your job when you obviously know how it all works way better than I do.”

"Not your fault, Olive. I-" Zoe's phone started buzzing, so she grabbed it. Her eyes widened when she saw the illuminated display. "Shit, that's a lot of notifications! Stupid fuckin' phone, can't even do one fucking job, can you?! Give me a second, you guys. I need to do some PR real quick..."

"Sure," Mia said quietly, placing the freshly-bought syrup bottle on the coffee table. "Do what you need to do. I'll finish breakfast in the meantime. Mind helping a girl out, mi amor?" She gestured at him with her eyes, pointing toward the hall.

"...Yeah, of course,"

While Zoe was distracted with her phone, the two zipped straight past the kitchen and returned to Mia's room for a quick chat. Things unraveled quickly from there.

“Jesus, Mia. How did things even get this bad?”

“The way things usually do," she shrugged. "Gradually."

“Man... between the energy drinks, the sleep deprivation, and the non-stop hustling, Zoe’s gonna… fuck, I don’t even wanna say it…”

Mia looked depressed as she slumped against the nearest wall. “Sí. Happens to be my biggest fear, and I don't know what to do."

“What can you do?”

“Me, personally? Not much more than I already am..."

"Any chance you could get her parents involved?"

"No. Zoe went no contact."

"Oh. Shit."

"Mhm," Mia frowned. "Supposing they actually cared enough to get involved, they'd only make things worse."

Oliver took Mia's left hand, holding it tight. "What sucks more than anything else is that I can totally understand where she's coming from. I can't imagine living under that much stress, that much pressure to perform... God, no wonder she's always working her ass off..."

Mia went silent. For a second, Oliver thought she might’ve been crying.

“Mia?”

"Not saying she was lying, but she wasn't telling the truth, either. Zoe isn't so small that a break here and there would torpedo her channel, mi amor. Far from it. She could pay all our living expenses and still earn a fat sack of cash every month."

Oliver stared, his face tensing up. "I don't understand. How was that not anything other than a bald-faced lie, then?"

"Cause I think Zoe believes it. Easier than admitting she's got a problem."

"That's... even sadder, somehow..."

“Isn’t it?” Mia smiled thinly. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about any of this, mi amor. In my defense, I was just happy to finally be getting my shot at a relationship with you. Really didn't want to get into how bad things were at home. Thought it might scare you off, or you'd think I was stupid for taking care of my friend, or-"

“Hey,” Oliver stood in front of Mia. He cupped her cheek with his hand, stroking it with his thumb. “I already promised I'd help you figure things out with Zoe, so stop stressing about it. This doesn't change anything."

“...Really?” Mia leaned into his touch.

"Mia, I just got through the 'Big Brother Boxing Battle' arc. Pretty damn sure that the 'Codependent Roommate' arc is gonna be a cakewalk by comparison."

[Mia has gained +3 Affection!]

Mia lightened up enough that she started to quietly laugh, music to his ears. "Was personally hoping we'd be starting the 'Honeymoon Phase' arc, but alas..."

"That one's next. I promise."

"Better be," she sighed. "So how're you thinking you'll pull this off, mn? Fill me in."

"Shouldn't be too hard. You both care a ton about each other; it’s just that you suck at communicating and need someone to bridge the gap. The streaming shit, though? That’s the real problem.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Worried that a week won’t be long enough to make much of an impact. She’s really addicted to her job, Ollie. Check out one of her streams when you go home tonight. You’ll see for yourself how bad it is.”

“I’m going home tonight?”

Mia smirked. “For now, yes. Not willing to risk waking up in the same bed as you on a workday.”

“Fair enough. I’ll have a look later on, then. Maybe we’ll get through to her, maybe not. Worst comes to worst, we’ll just have to rely on my backup plan.”

“That being?”

“Well,” Oliver attempted to give Mia a teasing grin. “I could always try making Zoe fall for me.”

It worked. Though it took her a second, Mia cracked a thin smile. “Mn. Might be onto something with that one, mi amor. Tried just about everything else I can think of, so we might as well give the power of love a fair shake.”

Though her sarcasm was obvious, Oliver recognized she was still half-serious. Mia similarly understood that so was he.

“Think you actually could?”

“I think it’s possible, yeah? Zoe's... I don’t know, Mia. She won me over pretty fast. She's funny, interesting to talk to, and she's got this weird charm to her that I can't explain."

"She’s cute, too,” Mia added as a test.

“Yeah, she actually is pretty cute…” he agreed rather dreamily. “At first I only thought she was hot but there was this split second where it hit me, and I just-” Oliver noticed Mia’s widening grin and snapped out of his trance, embarrassed and ashamed.

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

“Not even fifteen minutes alone with her, and just look at the song you’re singing...” Mia clicked her tongue. “Starting to think you might be a touch shallow, Ollie.”

The s-word got to him.

“I’m not shallow! I just…”

“Just?”

“…Develop crushes concerningly fast?”

“Ah,” Mia nodded, still smirking. “Sí, that’s much different. Changes everything.”

“I fucking give up,” Oliver shrugged.

“Only having some fun, mi amor. It's all good." She eased up on him, smiling more sincerely. "Far as your backup plan goes, it's a little... idealistic. I joke about wishing the three of us could have some sexy fun together-“

“The word ‘joke’ being in quotations,”

Mia ignored him. “But Zoe doesn’t have much of a sex drive, and she’s not especially one for romance, either. Not sure how well it would actually pan out.”

“Yeah, she told me some of that…”

“This before or after she gave you the gold star?”

“Before,” Oliver avoided her grin. “Still, I… look, I know how this is going to sound, but I’m pretty confident I could win over Zoe if I actually put the work in.”

There was a long silence where Mia stared at him with an unreadable expression. “And this confidence is coming from where exactly? Not to stop you from shooting for the stars, but your sole romantic accomplishment thus far is that you asked out a girl who’d been hopelessly crushing on you for eight years. The bar was so low that not even Satan could shimmy underneath it, mi amor.”

Her words induced mental pain within him by way of cringe. If only there was a way to tell Mia that he could see a progress bar that measured the extent to which Zoe was in love with him at any given moment. He felt like that would've been pretty convincing.

Lacking such an explanation, Oliver defaulted to his most commonly used tactic; compulsively saying something insane and introducing his foot to his mouth.

“Confidence has nothing to do with it. This is simply the outcome that leads to the greatest increase in your overall happiness, so it's what’s gonna happen. You’ll get your best friend back, Zoe will get a reason to leave her room more often, and we’ll all live happily ever after.”

Mia stared at him long enough for Oliver to actually process the shit he’d just said. He’d just declared his intention to seduce girlfriend number two… to girlfriend number one. His pulse skyrocketed. There was a lump in his throat and a bead of sweat on his brow. 

Still. If Oliver knew Mia half as well as he thought he did, then-

[Mia has gained +5 Affection!]

Ah, yep. There it was.

Mia's cheeks burned as she adopted a lazy smile. She couldn't keep herself from pawing at her nameplate. "And I thought I went from zero to ten thousand..."

"Sorry... I... definitely got a little ahead of myself, there..."

"Happened to notice that, sí. Didn't see me complaining, though. Did you?"

"Nope, and I'm legitimately curious about what would make you complain..."

"Not much," she smirked. "Certainly not this."

"So my backup plan is a go, then?"

"Made it sound like adding Zoe to the harem was a fact, mi amor," Mia playfully cocked her head. "Wasn't aware that facts needed my permission, but... supposing they do... they indeed have it."

Oliver pushed down the creeping anxiety that made him question why he'd said what he did long enough to smile nervously at his girlfriend. "I'll see what I can do, then."

"No rush," Mia took his hand, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Can't say the idea doesn't excite me, but I told you I'm not in a hurry to complicate things. We've got a week, Ollie. Take things slowly. Get to know Zoe a little better while you spend time with me, and we'll figure out where things go from there. Okay?"

"Okay," he sighed, relieved. "Sure. I'd like that."

"Mn. Know what I'd like?"

"A few things come to mind..."

"Breakfast," Mia declared. "Not sure how what should've been ten or fifteen minutes of cooking got stretched into nearly an hour of emotional drama and flirting, but I've had my fill of that for now. Rather we went and filled up on something a little more edible, sí?"

Oliver agreed and followed Mia to the kitchen to help her like he'd promised a bit ago. Zoe was still on her phone, unaware they'd ever stepped aside.

There was a lot on his mind as he carried everything back and forth.

Oliver liked Zoe well enough thus far, but Mia was still his priority. It was the only reason he'd said what he did. Zoe's well-being and continued friendship were intrinsic to Mia's happiness, and that was a fact. Capturing her heart was the simplest way forward.

Though he agreed to take things slow, Oliver still wanted a quick look at his skill tree before getting up to any funny business with Zoe.

Tier two and its 'Love' category skills were calling his name. These skills would slightly boost the rate at which he gained affection, getting Mia closer to a healed wrist and Zoe closer to her first Heart Event. Now seemed as good a time as any to pick up one or two since the upcoming makeout session promised another chunky LP increase.

Part of him still felt uneasy, though. Like he was using Zoe as a stepping stone to Mia's happiness. There was a way around that, but the solution Oliver came up with made him nervous. All he had to do was fall in love with Zoe as hard as he had with Mia. That way, he figured his motives would be entirely sincere.

I hate that a week is probably so much longer than I actually need for that...

Shallowness aside, it was time for Oliver to focus on laying the groundwork, and what better way to start than by sharing a meal?

***

Stat Changes

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend | 63/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

Zoe Myers | Status: Mia's BFF | 13/100 | ♡♡♡♡♡

Rebecca, Tessa and Zoe Swimsuits

Now all the girls have beach outfits! Love how they turned out, Sloth did a good job with the things I picked out.

Art - https://www.fiverr.com/skinnysloth

Love Addict's RPG Vol 2 Cover Art

Sloth is feeling better now so I have this and one other thing to share from them! It came out extremely good and I'm very, very happy with it. I think it fits the tone of the current chapters especially well lmao.

Art - https://www.fiverr.com/skinnysloth

Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 62

Edit as of 4/6/24. I’ve retooled a lot of the dialogue in the second half to alter Zoe’s sexuality and make it less ambiguous. It’s now presented more that she’s legitimately curious and wouldn’t be forcing herself if they messed around, and it’s established that while low she DOES have a libido. Her libido will grow more intense as her feelings for Oliver do. Also made it sound less that she’s uninterested in sex at and more that she doesn’t feel it’s worth her time.

Let me know how the new version sounds.

***

Oliver waited for Mia to leave before returning to the living room and taking back his seat next to Zoe. He hadn’t missed much since he’d left. She was still lounging about carelessly, intermittently checking her phone, and twitching from all the caffeine in her.

“Fuck took you so long? Were you cranking one out in there, shitting, or what? Better not’ve ruined the toilet.” Zoe said instead of greeting him.

Okay. Already not off to a great start with round two. Her vulgarity got on Oliver’s nerves, but he knew what he had to do. Joke back and not let it bother him.

“Your toilet’s fine, somehow,” Oliver grabbed an empty can of Gamer Gulpies from the coffee table, inspecting its nutritional value- or lack thereof. “Not sure how that’s the case given how much radioactive piss you must’ve dumped in it by now, but hey. Seriously, though. You drink how many of these a day?”

Zoe looked up from her game and then over at Oliver. It took her a second, but soon, her eyes and mouth both smiled. “Bare minimum, we’re talking at least a six-pack. Could be up to twice that much if I’m on the grind or a big enough game just dropped. You joke, but ‘radioactive’ ain’t far off the mark. Pretty damn sure I’ve pissed every color of the rainbow.”

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection!]

Oliver laughed more than a little at her absurdity. It was gross, but the way she’d up and said something so crazy without skipping a beat amused him.

“No way. Radioactive piss, sure. I’ll buy that, but you can’t expect me to believe you’ve ever had twelve energy drinks in a single day. Not without your heart exploding.”

“Trust me, there were some close fuckin’ calls! Pretty sure I slept for three days the last time I had that many, and then I had the wildest fucking nightmare throughout the whole damn thing. You ever had a three-day-long nightmare, Olive?”

”It’s Oliver, and… no, I… can’t say that I have…”

“Shit’s a religious experience. Really changes your perspective, y’know? Shakes you up. Makes you rethink all the dumb decisions that got you to that point.” Zoe gazed upwards in reminiscence. “Speaking of, would you mind topping me off? There should be a fresh one on the fridge's top shelf.” She grabbed the other empty can and rattled it to showcase its emptiness.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Oliver laughed morbidly. “I’ll never personally hand you a can of Gamer Gulpies so long as I live. Feels like I’d be directly contributing to your assisted suicide.”

“Chill, dude! Chill. I’m just fucking with you.” Zoe laughed back. “Not gonna need another one for a few more hours, tops.”

“Oh, good. Glad to hear you’re pacing yourself.”

Zoe grinned. “I try.”

Fucked up as her addiction was, it actually served as a halfway decent icebreaker. Oliver didn’t feel as uncomfortable around Zoe as he did during his first go at this. He’d made some headway. Now he just had to push harder to keep the conversation from drying up.

Oliver latched onto the first thing he could think of, zeroing in on her gaming device and going for it. “So, how long have you had that Vapor Dock?”

“Day fuckin’ one, baby. It's not a halfway decent PC for its size, long as you get it a nice, tanky microSD. It struggles a bit with some newer releases, but even then I'd wager it can handle most anything worth playing, and it's a goddamn dream come true for emulation. Never leave home without it, personally. Or at least I wouldn't if I ever left home.” She snickered.

"I thought about picking one up sometime down the road, but it's not really in the cards right now with how much Mia and I get paid. You know how it is."

"Well, you definitely should if you get the chance," Zoe stated matter-of-factly, then got quiet as she started focusing on her game even harder.

Oliver started brainstorming things he could say to keep the conversation going. The clock was ticking, and every second spent in silence was a perceived failure. She was friendly enough and answered when spoken to, but he otherwise wasn't expecting her to engage with him on her own.

That's why Oliver was so surprised to see her move the conversation forward herself.

"Sooooo... I gotta say, Olive. You and Mia seem like you're doing good together. How'd it even happen in the first place? Pretty sure she told me already, but I could probably use a refresher. A lot of time, shit goes in one ear and out the other." Zoe shifted around again as she spoke, now reclining her back against the arm of the sofa and crossing her legs, carelessly resting one foot on Oliver's thigh

The casual contact made him nervous, but it wasn't worth pointing out. Not when Zoe would presumably tease him for being bothered by it. More importantly, she appeared interested in what he had to say and continually kept peeking over the edge of her Vapor Dock to look at him.

"It's a weird story. The gist is that we've worked together for ages but never really started talking to each other until last Wednesday. It honestly came out of nowhere and... I don't know. It was exactly what I needed at that moment for things to click."

"Huh. So you have one nice chat with a cute chick, and that's enough for you to get a huge crush on her?"

"Kind of," he admitted. "I'd been feeling pretty low up until then, though. I latched onto her really hard because of that loneliness, and things snowballed."

"Cute," Zoe grinned. "I like it. Wild that you didn't fucking recognize her, though. God. She was so upset about that, dude. You have no idea."

"I already feel bad enough about that as it is. No need to twist the knife..."

"Sorry, not sorry. Knife twisting's just another one of my many features."

"Good to know," Oliver sighed, sinking into his seat. "By the way, that reminds me. Mia said you've been friends since you were little, but does that mean that you and I...?"

"Yuuuuup," Zoe casually confirmed. "That said, high school is one big fuckin' four-year blur for me, and I'm already not that great with names and faces. No idea if we had any classes together, and I don't remember you if we did. The shitstorm surrounding you, though? Now that I remember."

"Awesome," Oliver flatly intoned. "I'm really psyched to hear that, Zoe. Just the other day, I was thinking how the number one thing my social circle needed more of was people with intimate knowledge of the most embarrassing part of my life."

"Honored to be a part of the club, heh," Zoe hit the power button on her device, then set it aside. He expected her to check her messages again, but she didn't. Instead, she crossed her arms and looked him in the eyes.

"Look. Real talk? I know I'm edgy and kind of a huge bitch, but I'm never gonna tease you over any of that. You seriously helped Mia out way back when, dude. Might've fucked up and martyred yourself along the way, but still. Not much else'll get you on my good side faster than that."

Huh.

Oliver hadn't expected that. It poked holes in what he thought he knew about Zoe- started clearing up some of his misconceptions. The topic of Mia was probably worth exploring in further detail.

"Thanks, I think? You two sound really close."

"Always have been, always will," Zoe smiled proudly.

"And how long have you known each other?"

"Kindergarten, I think?" Zoe cocked her head. "Might've been preschool, fuck if I know. One of the two. All that really matters is that I'm a useless sack of shit, and Mia's she's always been there to clean my cage and change my water. Probably wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for her, honestly. I try and give back however I can, but it never really feels like it's enough, you know? Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but she's basically everything to me."

It was getting harder to keep his confusion from showing on his face.

"Man, I'm kinda jealous when you put it like that. My life probably would've been better off if Mia was part of it a lot sooner."

"Sure as shit would've," Zoe nodded. "That's just how she is- a net positive to everyone around her. Simply the fuckin' best."

"No arguments here," Oliver smiled.

He no longer doubted that Zoe's affection was sincere or that she appreciated everything Mia did for her. There was an argument to be made that she didn't appreciate it enough, but she certainly wasn't as manipulative as he initially thought. It had him wondering how things got as bad as they are.

Taking his biggest gamble yet, Oliver outright asked, "How are you two doing lately, though? Everything okay?"

"...Uh, yeah?" Zoe scrunched a brow and looked at him funny. "Everything's totally fine, same as ever. Where'd that fuckin' come from?"

Shit. Might've been too direct.

Oliver proceeded to deftly cover his ass. "Just wondering. New relationship, and all that. Last thing I want is to come between you guys."

His deflection worked, though it came with a zinger.

"Ironic. Pretty sure that you coming between us is her biggest fuckin' fantasy." Zoe's sharp smile and half-lidded eyes painted the dictionary definition of 'impish'. Her foot, which had been dormant until now, activated. It raised from his thigh to poke him in the chest with her big toe.

"Not even remotely what I meant," Oliver managed a laugh and nervously shoved her foot away. "It's just that Mia seemed a little down the last couple of times she’s talked about you, and I was worried about making it worse."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Zoe sat up and leaned forward, giving him her full attention and a full view of everything else along with it. He only narrowly managed to look away microseconds before learning whether or not she still had on her pasties. "Back the fuck up for a sec, Olive. What all’s she said?"

"I'm, um, not really sure it's my place to say..."

"You already fuckin' brought it up, so you might as wel," Zoe's brows furrowed, her sharp, twitchy eyes actually somewhat intimidating. "C'mon, man. We both know she sucks fat fuckin' donkey dildos at telling people her feelings, so if you don't clue me in, I'll probably never get it out of her!"

Seeing how concerned Zoe got about the mere implication that she'd unintentionally upset Mia really got to Oliver and hammered in how much she cared. When faced with such intensity, he had little choice but to tell her the truth.

"Okay, okay. I think she's just a little upset that you might be taking her for granted."

"The fuck? No way. Mia knows damn well how much I appreciate her!"

"Does she really?"

"Of course she does," Zoe waved her hand at him and rolled her eyes. "That can't be it. There's gotta be something more to it than that. What else did she say?"

"...Well other than that, I'm pretty sure she's upset that you don't hang out with her as much as you used to."

Zoe blinked. "I hung out with her yesterday, though?"

"That was two days ago."

"Close enough."

"When was the last time you guys did anything before that?"

"Uh," Zoe strained herself for the answer. "Couldn't have been more than a week or two, I think? Not sure. I really only sleep every two or three days, so time is pretty fuckin' wonky for me."

"Seriously? How the fuck are you not dead?"

"Mia, mostly?"

“…Okay, yeah," Oliver sighed. "That makes sense."

Zoe quoted as she considered the situation, suddenly looking like she was experiencing another caffeine crash. The illusion shattered when she groaned and slumped her head.

“I guess I can kinda see why she’d be upset with me, but it’s not like I have a choice. My fans need me, and someone’s gotta pay the bills around here… still… maybe this temp ban doesn’t have to be the worst thing in the world?”

“I can’t fully speak for Mia, but yeah. Pretty sure she’d be much happier with you if you used some of your unexpected time off to hang out with her.”

“Exactly what I was thinking!” Zoe smirked, happy to see a way forward. “Aren’t you worried about where that leaves you, though? You guys only started dating this week, right? Or was that last week…? Eh. Whatever the case, I'd have thought you’d be itching for a little more one on one time. Heh.”

“Well,” Oliver blushed but didn’t look away. “It’s not like I’m not, but it's no skin off my back if she wants to hang out with her friend. And I won't lose much time with her because I'm pretty sure she'll try and involve me, somehow, too. Mia really wants us to get along."

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Zoe snickered.

“Come on, Zoe. I’m being serious.”

"I know, I know," she grumbled again. "That does give me some ideas, though... I wanna make things up to her, and now I'm thinking it might be interesting to see what happens if I throw her a bone..."

"Should I be worried about your phrasing, or...?"

"Heh! Not entirely what I was getting at, but close enough. Between you and me, I’ve never been super interested in sex. Just feels like it'd be a big waste of time, you know? Rather be gaming instead of worrying about all that stupid shit."

"Uh, sure," Oliver nodded his head casually.

If Zoe didn’t feel sex was worth her time, cool. That didn't make her an alien. It just made her different, and different was okay. That said, Oliver couldn't help thinking it was a little sad how one activity dominated her life to such an extent.

"That's valid. Can’t say I really relate, though. Personally speaking, gaming’s always been the outlet I vented my frustrations over not getting laid or having a girlfriend..." Oliver laughed a little in self-deprecation.

"Seriously?" Zoe snorted. "Wow. That's some mad incel shit, bro."

The mood darkened after she'd said that, Oliver sweating mildly as he looked away. Zoe noticed this and felt awkward, then tried to compensate by zooming straight past the tension.

"...Anyway,” she coughed. “All I meant was that I might not get why sex is such a big deal to Mia, she's still the most important person in my world. My gut instinct is telling me you feel the same, which is the only reason I'm gonna make the offer I'm about to. So here it is, Olive. How would you feel about giving your precious, kinky little girlfriend a taste of the shit she’s into?"

Oliver studied Zoe in greater detail. Her sarcastic smile. Her suggestive pose. The twinkle of amusement in her sharp, otherwise serious eyes.

"You're not joking about this, are you...?"

"Nope. Dead fuckin' serious. I've apparently been a shitty friend without meaning to, and I wanna do something nice to make it up to her. Something she'll never forget."

Oliver shifted around in his seat and hunched forward ever so slightly. He had to briefly look away from Zoe for obvious reasons. His blood was running hot, every last ounce of it flooding into his lower half.

"Bro, are you serious right now?" Zoe cracked up. "Damn! Really got no control over that thing, huh, Olive?"

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection!]

Great. She says sex is a waste of time, but she sure gets off on teasing... Oliver internally grumbled, though he took it as a net positive to find out she must've found him cute on some level.

"Of course I don't. You're dangling the idea of doing kinky shit with Mia in front of my nose. There's really only one reaction a guy like me can have."

"Heh! At least you're honest about it. So can I take that as a yes?"

"You can take it as 'I'm listening'. I don't wanna jump ahead until you've spelled out what you're suggesting, and, more specifically, what you're comfortable with."

Zoe stared at him for a couple of seconds, confused. "You actually care about that shit even though you're rocking magnum dong?"

"Contrary to popular belief, some guys still have access to our brains when we get erections. Mine's telling me it's not cool with the idea of fooling around with someone who’s not actually into it."

“Huh. Okay. I appreciate it, but you don’t need to stress yourself out over me. I’m vaguely interested in giving it a shot, I’ve just never bothered to try until now.”

“Never?”

“I mean, I’ve touched myself once in a blue moon, but that’s about it?” Zoe shrugged. “I think I’ve got a low libido compared to most people, but it’s not like I’m an asexual.”

“Sorry, Zoe. I didn’t mean to grill you, it just wouldn’t have sat right with me knowing you were forcing yourself.”

“Chill, that’s not the case,” Zoe made a strange expression and looked away, her cheeks a little red. “But it’s nice that you’re considerate, or whatever. Thanks for that. Wouldn’t have really expected it coming from any other guy, but… I don’t know, I guess I can see why Mia might be so crazy about you, heh.”

[Zoe has gained +5 Affection!]

Zoe appeared significantly changed since the start of their conversation. She was still continually twitching, but it appeared more nervous versus compulsive. Her brows were scrunched, her frown all screwed up and squiggly. It was a cute expression.

She was cute.

Oh, no...

It was happening. Oliver could feel it. His heart was racing, and it wasn't entirely from horniness.

No, no, no. I'm not that shallow. It's only been like forty minutes.

The truth he wished conveniently to ignore was that he was that shallow. While not nearly as powerful as his feelings for Mia, the first embers of something for Zoe sparked within him.

It wasn't that he felt guilty. Not after he'd already decided to chase the other heroines. What Oliver felt was embarrassment over how comically little it took for him to develop a crush on a girl whose company he loathed not even fifteen minutes ago.

Calling Oliver shallower than a puddle was an insult to puddles.

"So what do you say?" Zoe looked back at him, having eased up. "You wanna talk details, or what?"

"Yes," he spat out immediately, almost as if he was tripping over himself to answer as fast as possible. "I mean, yeah. Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing too serious. I was just talking about shit like making out with me, letting you feel me up. You know, simple shit?" Zoe noticed how rapidly he was losing his composure and smiled. "Long as you can handle that much without blowing a load in your pants."

Oliver answered with silence.

"...Dude, don't tell me you actually might?" She laughed in disbelief, more color rushing into her cheeks.

"I probably won't, but you're stupidly hot, and I'm gonna be twice as excited doing this in front of Mia. I don't want to unintentionally lie and say the possibility doesn't exist..."

Zoe snorted, staring at him incredulously. "You know, you're really fuckin' forward, Olive. Especially for a shrimp."

"I'm not flirting," he grumbled. "You're objectively hot, and pointing that out is just stating a fact. Why do I have to keep telling people this...?"

"Whatever, nerd. It's fine if you lose your shit and cream your pants, I guess. Not gonna be mad about it, I’d just rather we didn’t risk going so far. Last thing I want’s for you to jizz yourself and start getting fuckin' feelings for me or some shit."

Oliver blew the world's most unconvincing raspberry and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You and me? No way. I'm not into girls with radioactive piss."

"Heh. Prefer the girls with normal piss, do ya?"

"That... was absolutely not what I meant by that."

"Chill, there’s no shame in having a piss preference. You kinky fuck.”

Oliver's posture slumped in defeat, having gone from hating Zoe's crude attitude to somewhat enjoying getting fucked with by her in under an hour. That said, it didn't sit entirely right with the dom-in-training. Being teased was great, but getting teased and teasing straight back was what really got him going.

It made him want to pull one over on her, though Oliver knew he shouldn't.

Zoe trusted him not to make this weird, and betraying that trust would totally wreck the steady stream of affection she was developing. Maybe there was a subtler option hidden in his skill tree? It was worth a check later on before they got up to anything.

For now, he put a pin in it just in time to endure further teasing.

"Looking pretty squirmy there, nerd. You sure you're up to this? Figured I'd give you one last chance to pussy out before we shake on it."

It was the best he could do to summon his resolve and stare straight at Zoe. "Are you kidding? All I want is to make Mia happy, and she fantasizes so much about this kind of crap that she has entire sketchbooks full of it. I'd be crazy not to go for it."

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection!]

"Well said. Well fuckin' said. Here's what I'm thinking; we'll tease her a little about it. I'll challenge you to a game or something after breakfast, put her on her toes with anticipation. Should rev her up nice and hot for you, I think, then I'll lose at the last second so we can give her what she wants. Sound good?" Zoe extended her hand.

It didn't just sound good. It sounded boner-inducing. Mia would go wild if they went with Zoe's plan, and Oliver's head spun just from thinking about it.

His hand reached out, shaking Zoe’s.

"Sounds great," he proudly declared.

"Hell yeah!" Zoe clenched tight while shaking back, then surprised Oliver when she refused to let him go. "Know what I'm thinking, Olive? I'm thinking someone just earned themselves a gold star."

Zoe's free hand dove into her tiny little tank top, hovered over her left tit, and peeled something from her skin. The next thing Oliver knew, a sticky golden star had been applied to his cheek. He stared at her in a state of pure erotic confusion.

His face was scarlet. His erection; painful.

She smirked like the devil at his stupid, slack-jawed expression. It was the funniest shit she'd ever seen in her life, and she couldn't look away. There was just something about it that she couldn't put into words. Something that she liked.

Zoe took back her hand, covered her eyes, and began cackling.

"Ahahahahaha! Holy shit, bro. Your fuckin' face right now! I can't even. Stay still, I need to get a picture of this-"

"N-No way! Don't you fucking dare, you radioactive piss goblin!" Oliver ripped his hand away, trying to grab Zoe's phone before she did. Unfortunately, the notifications that appeared caught his eye.

[Zoe has gained +5 Affection!]

[Milestone Achieved! Held Hands with Zoe +10LP]

Luckily for Oliver, Zoe never got her picture. She was too distracted by the petite Mexican girl who'd walked in during the chaos. Everyone stopped in place to awkwardly stare at her as she did the same for them.

Mia's gaze locked onto the sticky gold star on her boyfriend's cheek. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, causing Oliver to shrink in fear purely thanks to the genetic memory in his DNA telling him that, traditionally speaking, getting caught with another woman's tit sticker on your face meant that you should probably get the fuck out of dodge.

Now, though? Things were a bit different.

"Mn," Mia idly hummed, cracking a lazy smile. "Would you look at that? Seems my thieves have officially been thickened."

[Mia has gained +5 Affection!]

***

Stat Changes

Oliver Chase | Strength 9 | Style 1 | Spark 1 | Smart 0

Cash: $920 | LP: 270

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend | 51/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

Zoe Myers | Status: Mia's BFF | 14/100 | ♡♡♡♡♡

Eat Your Heart Out, Cormac McCarthy

If Blood Meridian is really the great American novel then why am I higher in the rankings, huh

Love Addict's RPG Vol. 2 Ch. 61

And we're back!

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It was just after ten in the morning, and the smell of a perfect American breakfast in all its questionable glory flavored the air of Mia's apartment. Crispy bacon, smoky sausage links, fluffy eggs, fragrant pancake batter… it was everything a man could want after a long night spent in his lover’s embrace, and it was more than Oliver Chase dreamed he’d get out of life.

He’d been through a lot to get where he was. Highschool trauma, years wasted idolizing blackpilled grifters, extensive therapy to recover from it, the sudden development of dating sim-themed superpowers, a long and grueling boxing match against a pair of muscle-headed Mexican twins… you could say a lot about the kid, his ups and downs, but you couldn’t say Oliver didn’t know how to keep pushing and giving it his all.

Not when there was something he wanted.

As of this moment, the thing Oliver wanted was to make his beloved girlfriend of four days, Mia Rosas, the happiest girl in the history of existence. A lofty goal, maybe even a little obsessive, but he'd only be returning the favor. It was the way she made him feel about himself, after all.

Unfortunately, getting there wouldn’t be easy.

Oliver needed to start making the most of his previously-mentioned powers by flirting with other women to gain enough 'Love Points' to further his psychic development. If he did, a cure for Mia’s injured wrist might be within his reach. Maybe.

His powers were pretty screwy, and he didn’t know what specifically would happen once he’d unlocked Mia’s skill menu upon maxing out her Heart Events. Still, given the insane shit he’d unlocked for himself thus far, it was worth a shot to give her the artist's life she dreamed of.

It was a good thing Oliver had Mia’s full permission to flirt with other women. Truthfully speaking, he had permission to go a lot farther than that. Mia was just as screwy as his powers and actually got off on the idea of sharing him.

It was a whole thing. A cosmic coincidence, perhaps. That, or a gift from God.

His goal moving forward was simple. Get as much LP from his registered heroines as he can, regardless of whether or not said heroine is Mia. That conveniently brings us to the girl sitting next to Oliver on the couch, Zoe Myers.

Zoe was Mia’s best friend, roommate, the subject of god knows how many of Mia’s repressed bisexual fantasies, and a professional Tweak streamer. She was also a contender for the most annoying person Oliver had ever met- an honor she’d earned not even ten minutes after introducing herself.

“Oh, yeah. Right there. Riiiiight fucking there, you shit-eating bitch-baby…” Zoe grinned madly at the screen of her handheld gaming device, fingers blurring as she performed a dizzying number of actions per second. Her internal theme song was still playing within Oliver's brain, but he'd grown so used to this phenomenon that it was hardly worth mentioning since at least it wasn't unpleasant or distracting.

Like Oliver, Zoe was waiting for Mia to finish cooking breakfast. She also happened to be doing so in maximum comfort, careless toward the wandering eyes of her present company.

Having changed out of her skimpy work clothes and gotten some caffeine in her system, Zoe now wore a big, round pair of glasses over her sharp-looking purple eyes, pajama pants with a repeating game controller print design, and a black tube top with pixelated white text running across the surface that read ‘I AM ERROR’.

Putting it bluntly, the tube top was tiny, and Zoe’s chest was not. Her entire midriff was on display, as were about ninety percent of her tits. Not a huge deal. Oliver wasn’t going to gawk at her for dressing how she liked in her own home; he was going to gawk at her because, on top of being phenomenally hot, Zoe couldn’t sit fucking still.

She’d crushed two cans of Gamer Gulpies in the last twenty minutes, and the world might as well have been in slow motion because of all the sugary caffeine in her system. Constantly shifting around, Zoe seemed unable to keep the same pose for more than ten seconds at a time, and the more she wiggled around playing her game, the more her massive tits bounced up and down and all around.

It didn't help that her posture was sloppy and unguarded, with spread legs and an overall complete disregard toward the fact that a member of the opposite sex was sitting beside her.

Oliver was only human. A human man, at that, and one with hardly any sexual experience. He hadn't even seen his girlfriend naked yet, aside from a quick, unintended peek at her chest this morning.

He gulped, remembering his promise.

Zoe was Mia's closest friend, and she wanted them to get along. That would've been reasonable enough if it weren't for the fact that Zoe was designated as a heroine by his powers. This meant it was conceivable for him to begin a romantic relationship with her and, more importantly, that he would get LP for interacting with her.

Doing so was almost unthinkable. She was loud, obnoxious, rude, and more than anything else, Oliver felt that Zoe severely underappreciated everything Mia did for her. There wasn't much more that could sour someone to him than that. Mia claimed he didn't know her as well as she did, and while true, first impressions counted for a lot.

Even so, Oliver couldn't afford not to make an effort with Zoe. He needed the LP, and befriending Zoe would make Mia even happier with him. There was also the fact that he'd promised Mia he wouldn't object to some kind of throuple going on between them if given a chance. He'd said this to make her happy and pressure himself into fully realizing his powers, but in retrospect, it felt like he'd shoved his foot in his mouth and now had to live up to it.

Whether or not he ended up with the beginnings of a harem or just a new casual acquaintance, Rome wasn't built in a day. He wouldn't get anywhere just by zoning out and admiring Zoe's mesmerizing curves. He had to actually talk to her sooner or later, and as intimidating as she was, what with her sharp eyes and evil smile, Oliver wasn't the same person he was a little over a week ago.

This is nothing. I can do this. I'm gonna go for it as soon as I get a chance. No more moping around; I need to actually talk to her.

His mind made up, Oliver waited for the right moment.

“Aw, yeah,” Zoe raised her Vapor Dock triumphantly into the sky, the black brick blasting celebratory music from its speakers. “Halfway there, baby!”

“So what’re you playing over there, anyway?” Oliver asked, going for it. “The music sounds familiar.”

Zoe answered without looking at him, though she spoke in a chipper, upbeat tone. “Gambler’s Paradise, ever heard of it?”

“No,” Oliver had only played one game in the last week, that being a satanic life simulator with his girlfriend. “What is it?”

Zoe flashed the screen at him long enough for him to glance at it and practically see straight down her shirt while he did. “Check this shit out! It’s this dope-as-hell new roguelike where you fight anthropomorphized poker chips, dice, and playing cards while trying to escape from this giant casino, right? It’s got some cool synergies with all the different power-ups and the soundtrack fucking slaps, too. Same composer of Battle Barons, which might be where your wires got crossed?”

“Oh, shit. Okay. I've played that one and can definitely hear it's the same guy now that you mention it, yeah. Gambler's Paradise sounds pretty fun, too. I’ve only ever played a few roguelikes, though.” Oliver said, proud of himself for focusing on the game and not the tits. Mostly.

“It's got my full stamp of approval, but you gotta keep in mind it's in early access right now. Devs have a real solid track record with their last game, so I ain't worried about them up and fucking off, but-" Zoe had left her phone sitting on the nearby coffee table, where it began to buzz. Again. "Ah, shit. Hold on a sec, bro." Pausing her game and placing the handheld to her side, she reached out and picked it up. Again.

Zoe had done this about four times in the last two minutes. Each time, she'd respond to a message on one of her social media accounts before setting the phone back down and returning to the comforting amusement of Gambler's Paradise until the process repeated itself. It felt to Oliver more like the game was a temporary distraction from her phone instead of the other way around.

"Sorry bout that," Zoe glanced at him for once, complimenting it with a sharp smirk. "Can't leave my fans hanging, you know?"

“I've never had any fans, so I can't say that I do, no. But it's cool. Do what you gotta do.”

Oliver was pretty against anti-social media in general because of what they did to him once upon a time, but he wasn't so cynical that he looked down on other people for using them. They were simply a part of life now, and some people had careers that depended on them having an online presence wherever they could.

Zoe fell into that camp as a professional streamer, and it was understandable she was so on edge and eager to communicate with her supporters in light of what had just happened. She’d been temporarily banned for a week owing to a wardrobe malfunction which she claimed was a crock of shit. You couldn't have a nipple slip if you were wearing pasties, right? It would only be a pasty slip, which Zoe argued wasn't against Tweak's TOS.

It seemed like semantics to Oliver, but the less time he spent thinking about her pasties, the better. Zoe's rack was already on his mind too much to begin with, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oliver looked away. “What view?”

“Heh. Yeah, right! Just cause I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t sense how you’re perving out on me. Christ, dude. You’re about as thirsty as my chat!”

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

“Oh, yeah?” Zoe tore her attention from her game long enough to shoot him a smirk. ”And what makes you so sure?”

“I have a girlfriend, for one. I’m willing to bet that having an outlet for my thirst puts me head and shoulders above most of your viewers.”

“Hehehe! Well, you ain’t wrong about that! Bunch of adorable virgins, the lot of ‘em.”

[Zoe has gained +1 Affection!]

Much to Oliver’s relief, Zoe liked that one. Good thing she didn’t take herself too seriously. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have known what tone to take with her going forward.

Zoe was still new to him, and he hadn’t yet adapted to her or the idea of wooing her, but seeing his first affection boost with a brand new heroine gave him a bit of that old ‘number go up’ confidence that he was becoming increasingly dependent on as of late.

He might’ve pressed his advantage and continued chatting her up if this were someone else. Instead, Zoe kept talking, swerving the conversation toward an even more uncomfortable direction than the last.

“Thaaaat kinda begs the question, though, doesn’t it…? Is this girlfriend of yours taking good enough care of you down there, or what? I mean, you shouldn’t have any reason to be creeping on me if you’re nice and happy with Mia, right?”

Oliver made the mistake of lowering his guard. He was swept up into her pace, left feeling awkward and in a rush to explain himself. “I’m not creeping on you. You’re just…”

“Just what?” She cocked her head. “Asking for it?”

“N-No, of course not! I-”

“Oh, lord, he stutters and everything…” Zoe snorted, then turned her attention toward the kitchen. “Yo, Mia! Your boyfriend keeps staring at my tits!”

Oliver experienced the briefest moment of existential dread, fearing for his fate. Then he remembered the quality of his girlfriend’s character and relaxed significantly.

“Tits like yours? In a top like that? Be weirder if he wasn’t staring. Shit looks like it hasn’t fit you since first grade, you camwhore.” A tired, deadpan voice responded from the other end of the room.

“Oof. Can’t believe I just got slut-shamed in my own fucking home.” Zoe let out a mock sigh and arched her back, Oliver pointedly looking away from what was now jutting out. “Guess you’re off the hook, perv, so go ahead and look as much as you like. Hope it helps a little, what with how pent up you must be!”

Mildly annoyed, Oliver snapped back at that one. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so pent up if Mia and I weren’t so rudely interrupted…”

“Oh, you’re fine,” Zoe handwaved him and blew a raspberry. “Besides, I already apologized like a dozen times.”

“No, you haven’t?” Oliver laughed at how hilariously untrue that was. “You haven’t even apologized once!”

She raised a brow. “You sure about that, bro?”

“...Yes?”

“Well, whatever,” Zoe shrugged. “I totally meant to.”

“Here’s a wild idea; you could apologize right now?”

“Eh, in a minute. I’m almost at the end of this run, and I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops if I wanna take out the Golden Dealer!”

Seeing Zoe’s full attention return to her game, Oliver decided he needed a breather. He excused himself, headed for the bathroom, and waved at Mia along the way to let her know not to worry about him.

Now alone, Oliver sorted out his thoughts the same way he always did; by talking them out in front of a mirror.

“Okay,” he sighed, setting the pace. “Remember why you’re doing this, Oliver. Getting closer to Zoe will make Mia happy, and you need to do it anyway if you want to farm some LP off of her. Simple, right?”

Thinking objectively about the situation didn’t do much for his confidence. On the contrary, it made him feel slimy about the whole thing. Like he was trying to use Zoe as a means to an end.

It upset Oliver that he was having such thoughts, but he wrote them off as him trying to grapple with this challenge in terms he could understand.

The problem all came down to likability. Zoe ticked so many boxes on the list of things he didn’t like in a person that it almost didn’t seem worth it. It didn’t matter if Mia was right about Zoe being halfway decent once you got to know her; it was the getting to know her part that gave him so much trouble.

“This isn’t working out,” he said, concluding that talking this out wasn’t his best shot at hyping himself up for round two of trying to hang out with Zoe. What he needed was someone better suited for dealing with his mental gymnastics. Someone built from the ground up to serve as a dedicated hypeman.

Oliver whipped out his phone and quickly called Bradley, his psychically-created thoughtform who doubled as his best friend. That was also a whole thing.

”Oliver! My FRIEND!” Bradley’s upbeat voice answered, sounding even more distorted than it usually did because of the phone. “To what do I OWE the pleasure of this [Telephone Call]?”

“Hey, man. Just needed to run some shit by you and probably hear you say a bunch of incredibly obvious things I already know but won’t register until I hear them from someone who isn’t myself.”

“That is HOW this tends to GO, isn’t it?” Bradley laughed. “What seems TO be…” there was a brief pause, during which Oliver clearly heard the unmistakable squealing of rats. “Sorry, sorry! What SEEMS to be [The Problem]?”

Oliver closed his eyes, not even wanting to acknowledge it. “The problem’s that I suddenly have a fourth heroine.”

“Congratulations! Did you TAKE my [Patented Advice] and [Put the Moves] on [Rebecca Bergmann] after ALL?”

“No, I wish I was talking about Rebecca,” Oliver laughed the suggestion off, then felt awkward when he realized he’d actually halfway meant it. Stupid Freudian slips. “It’s Zoe. Mia’s roommate? She just kind of barged into us… doing stuff this morning, and boom, I got the notification and everything.”

“Still NOT seeing the [Big Deal]!”

“I sorta made a solemn oath to myself to become harempilled and start chasing the other heroines, and… look, let me just run you through everything real quick…” Oliver sighed, committing himself to explaining all the new developments since they’d left each other’s company after last night’s boxing match. He told Bradley about Mia’s comically convenient fetish, her injury, and his desire to heal it through his powers while potentially helping her live out some of her fantasies down the line.

“Healing her wrist is possible, right? I meant to ask you that before I got too carried away.”

“The SPECIFICS of how [Heroine Skills] function are currently [Unknown] to me, but YES, I am quite CERTAIN you would be able to [Do So]!” Bradley confirmed, lifting a weight off Oliver’s chest. “Frankly, given everything ELSE your powers MAKE possible, it would be downright SILLY if you couldn’t!”

“That’s what I was thinking, but having some soft confirmation is great. You can see why I'm in a rough patch right now, though. I'm sitting here with a heroine I feel almost no affinity toward, and I've got to get over it if I want to make any progress."

“Oliver, Oliver, OLIVER! This isn’t REALLY about [Heroines], [Progress], and [Love Points], is it?”

“Yes and no,” Oliver admitted, frowning at himself in the mirror. “Mia's super close to Zoe, and... okay, being totally honest? Most of my anxiety here is because I'm worried she'll be upset if I can't get along with Zoe. It seems important to her, and I don't want to fuck this up."

Bradley, the world's only rat-catching relationship guru who was also a thoughtform, was pleased to be of service. "First OF all, I'm [Delighted] to HEAR you've changed your TUNE regarding the [Pursuit] of [Heroines]! And for such a [Noble Cause], at THAT! I'll begin with the most obvious advice you NEED to hear. You've known [Fourth Heroine Zoe Myers] for what? Twenty-five [Minutes] thus FAR? Thirty?"

"The stuff that happened in those thirty minutes was so rough that I had to get out of there and collect my thoughts. For Christ's sake, this didn't even happen when I was hanging out with Stacy. I'm almost embarrassed at myself..."

"[Negative Thinking] and [Self-Defeatism] won't GET you anywhere! Instead, why don't you TELL me more about your [Feelings], my FRIEND? What specifically makes [Future Girlfriend Zoe Myers] so difficult FOR you to be around?"

Ignoring Bradley's presumptuous epithet, Oliver got his thoughts off his chest. "Everything comes down to me being an introvert and Zoe being as far away from one as you can get. She has no concept of personal space or regard for other people's privacy, and I get the feeling she thrives off of making people uncomfortable and enjoys getting a reaction out of them. I don't gel with any of that. Like, at all."

"Tricky, tricky! However! Don't try and tell me that in ALL your years of playing [Erotic Dating Sims] there hasn't BEEN a [Love Interest] who you initially despised only FOR them to [Steal Your Heart] alongside the coveted position of [Best Girl]! What of the brash tomboy athlete, [Tanitsugawa Rio], from [Dokidoki Monument]? The noblewoman with a heart of gold, [Schweiss von Eldeburg], from [Kingly Connections of the Heart]? Or even the troubled delinquent, [Arasaki Mitsuki], from [Endless Impregnations from Me to You: A Matter of Love]? Need I go ON?"

"God, it's so weird knowing you have all my memories from before your creation..." Oliver sighed, mentally filing away the fact that Bradley had intimate knowledge of each and every thing he'd ever jacked off to. "But yeah. It's not like I don't have a thing for girls who soften up once you get to know them. I do. In fiction. In real life, though, you actually have to put up with the rough edges until that happens."

"Counterpoint! It will feel [Endlessly Rewarding] knowing you put in the EFFORT to get to that point with someone in [Real Life] as opposed TO a [Visual Novel]!"

"She might not even have a soft side," Oliver muttered, dejected. "Not everyone does."

"[First Heroine Stacy Lynn] does," Bradley pointed out. "And [Third Heroine Tessa Robinson] seems to not be as BAD as you initially believed, either! Why are YOU so hesitant to accept THAT this [Trend] might continue?"

Oliver thought about it for a moment before realizing he didn't have an argument that wasn't rooted in a gut feeling. A lot of it came down to the way she treated Mia. He'd be a lot more tolerant of Zoe's quirks if she hadn't barged in, broke a controller, got up in their business, demanded breakfast, and then reminded Mia to clean up the controller that she herself broke.

Mia admitted to being a doormat when it came to Zoe, but she also stressed there was a lot more to their relationship than that. The path forward was obvious.

"Okay, okay. You got me. I need to actually try and get to know Zoe better before I start acting like we're totally incompatible."

"Indeed you DO! As [Predicted], we've discussed THE topic long enough for you to reach what you ALREADY knew to be the [Answer]!"

"I hate how fucking consistent I am..." Oliver laughed at his nature and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "I'm just not sure how I'm gonna pull this off given how much I suck at talking to new people, especially not when she keeps throwing me off my game by teasing me. Any ideas on how I should deal with that?"

"One," Bradley paused, drawing out Oliver's anticipation. "You're not the ONLY person in that [Apartment] who happens TO be a [Low-Energy Introvert], you know! How does [Mia Rosas] deal WITH their [Differing Personalities]?"

"Mostly by ignoring Zoe and flipping the script by making a joke at her expense, I think? I actually kind of did that once already, and it led to a small affection boost, but..." Oliver stopped and considered how stupid he was for worrying about acting overly familiar toward Zoe when 'overly familiar' was seemingly the default way she engaged with everyone around her.

"Oliver? Did the [Part] where YOU figure it out ON your own happen again?"

Another sigh, then another embarrassed laugh. "Yeah. I have to suck it up and get out of my comfort zone, as usual. I'm not sure why I expected anything less, but maybe the lesson will stick this time?"

Bradley joined in on the laugh, sounding equally robotic and sympathetic somehow. "On the OFF chance it doesn't, I'm always one [Phone Call] away!"

Oliver smiled warmly. Talking things out with Bradley was better than chatting in front of the mirror any day of the week, even if it essentially served the same purpose and Oliver ultimately reached the same conclusion he would've on his own. What mattered was that he had someone who cared enough to put up with his dumb, oblivious self long enough to get there right along with him. That counted for a lot.

Thanking Bradley from the bottom of his heart, Oliver promised to update him later on at some point and ended the call once he'd wished his wingman the best on his misadventures. After that, he sucked in a deep breath, looked at his reflection dead-on, and resolved to suck it up one last time.

It wouldn’t be so bad. Mia was almost done with breakfast, so she’d be there to alleviate most of the awkward tension and get Zoe off his back if he needed the help. With that in mind, Oliver-

“Knock, knock. Doing okay in there, mi amor? Heard you mumbling to yourself.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Oliver opened the door and faced Mia with a smile. She’d changed into a new shirt and a pair of athletic shorts after their short session of morning fun, along with a red apron she was currently untying. The brand-new collar he’d bought for her shone brightly on her neck. “Bradley called me about a thing, no big deal.”

“A thing, mn? Sounds dire. Was almost worried Zoe overwhelmed you bad enough that you needed a break from her company. Glad to hear that’s not the case.”

Oliver stared at his stone-faced girlfriend, adopting her expression for himself. “…Really can’t pull one over on you, can I?”

“Not for lack of trying,” Mia finally got the apron off and smiled softly as she leaned in for a quick kiss. “Sorry. Should’ve figured this wouldn’t go as well as I hoped. Zoe… well, Zoe is a lot.”

“I noticed. I’m not giving up, though.”

“No?” Mia frowned. “Not saying I’m not glad to hear that, but… just don’t want you pushing yourself, okay? Happen to be a big girl, Ollie. Would be nice if you did, but it’s not the end of my world if you two don’t vibe.”

“Mia,” he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, staring right into her bright blue eyes. “The only reason we’re together is because I pushed myself. Telling me not to is only gonna make me do it harder.”

Oliver’s projected confidence remained as reliable a weapon as ever, dealing a critical hit to his girlfriend. Metaphorically speaking.

[Mia has gained +1 Affection!]

Her frown melted away, usurped by a gentle smile and a bright red blush. “Really shouldn’t be taking that tone with me, mi amor. Not when I’ve got an errand to run.”

“Errand? What errand?”

“Had a lot on my mind. Forgot to check if we had syrup or not before I started cooking,” Mia looked away in mild embarrassment. “We don’t. Gonna go swoop by this local grocery store. No big deal, it’s only a few minutes away. Got everything in the stove to keep it hot while you two are waiting for me.”

“You don’t want me to drive you there?”

“You could,” she nodded vacantly, then deigned to look back at him with a glimmer of hope shining behind her glasses. “Could also stay here and try to chat Zoe up some more… supposing you really do feel like pushing yourself.”

“Sounds like a challenge,”

“It wasn’t.”

“It could be,”

“It could,” Mia lazily conceded.

“Get going,” Oliver patted her on the back and gave his lover a reassuring grin. “Mark my words; Zoe and I’ll be thick as thieves by the time you're back.”

“Thick as thieves?” She scoffed at his mildly amusing choice of words. “Who even says that nowadays, mi amor?”

“The guy who got you the collar everyone’s gonna stare at you for wearing, that’s who,” Oliver said, watching with barely restrained sadistic glee as her expression morphed instantly to one of humiliation, timidity, and frustrated pleasure. “Now go on. Get. I’ve got thieves to thicken.”

Mia fumbled with her kinky nameplate while turning away. “God,” she sighed. “You are immeasurably lucky I found that hotter than I did lame.”

[Mia has gained +5 Affection!]

“Don’t I know it.”

***

Stat Changes

Mia Rosas | Status: Girlfriend | 46/100 | ❤❤♡♡♡

Zoe Myers | Status: Mia's Annoying BFF | 1/100 | ♡♡♡♡♡

Update

Should have the first chapter of vol 2 out later today. Instead of labeling them ’vol 2 ch 1’ I’m just gonna continue the running number count so as to be consistent with my internal numbering, so it’ll just be posted as chapter 61. It’s going well even if I was feeling a little bleh last night.

Now for some good news! Patreon is up by $90 and we’re almost at 100 reviews on Amazon. Even better, only like 5-7 of them aren’t five stars! This is all doing a lot for my self confidence and it motivates me to keep doing my best. We still need to spread even further, though, so keep telling your friends and posting about it.

ideally I’d like Patreon to get even higher so that I don’t have to rush things out and worry so much about Amazon’s algorithms. Heard some scary things about that from some author friends and I hope I can build up a strong enough community of core supporters to keep that from being a major concern.

Lastly, I want to tease some good news without getting into specifics just yet. There may be very good things on the horizon regarding an audiobook adaptation...

Tessa Nude Apron Pinup by Slimii

A really cute pinup Urban got, same artist as the recent Rebecca one!

Art- https://twitter.com/slimiiart

Back to Work

I was sadly out of commission yesterday because my adderall prescription wasn't ready to get picked up yet so I just laid around all day feeling bleh but I'm back at it today and ready to go. First and foremost is that I finished my reread for typos and junk two days ago, need to get that edited and submitted to Amazon. Lot of little fixes, happy to get those ironed out. After that I'll get started on Vol 2's first chapter.

Love Addict's RPG Vol 2 Outline Part 1

I know I keep saying 'if you're new here' but forgive me for doing so again, we just keep getting new people lmao. If you're new here, feel free to share your thoughts but please keep in mind these outlines are very loose and not fully set in stone. Anyway, I imagine this is probably 4-6 chapters worth of material. We'll see how it goes! I'll probably start on it later tonight but might have to take a break tomorrow depending on if my adderall is filled in time.

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Morning with Zoe

• We pick up where we left off. Air smells like pancakes. Oliver is on the couch sitting with Zoe, and he is very distracted. She's changed out of her 'work clothes' into some pajamas that they are still very revealing and it doesn't help that she is lazily strewn about the couch without regard for her appearance. Also wears glasses when she isn't streaming, big round ones. She is playing her Vapor Dock while Oliver tries to make conversation with her.
• She's also constantly getting notifications on her phone and every so often she will check it and respond.
• Zoe is responsive enough to his conversational attempts, but her attention is obviously fully on her other activities. She makes fun of him for being unable to stop staring at her tits, yelling out to Mia that he is doing it. Mia confirms that's okay and she'd be more worried if he wasn't staring at them. Zoe is amused, making fun of him for reminding her of her chat members. Massive virgin energy.
• He counters that they were working on it before she so rudely interrupted. Zoe downplays how rude it was, then says she already apologized. Oliver points out that no, she didn't. Zoe is confused, didn't I? No? Well, I meant to. You could apologize right now? In a minute. Boss fight is coming up.
• Oliver reaches a peak with his frustration and excuses himself to go to the bathroom briefly where he does his typical mirror talk. He promised Mia that he was going to try and be friends with Zoe, but only a few minutes into their conversation and he's already at his wit's end. He tries to hype himself up again and this situation is used to slightly reestablish some of the things from the end of volume 1. Namely that he wants to start making the most of his powers to potentially help Mia's wrist and Zoe is a heroine so he needs to get used to her so he can get all the LP from her that he can.
• He tries to make a quick list about why he can totally handle Zoe and why it would be worth doing so. It would make Mia happy. She's a really hot gamer girl streamer. That's pretty much all he's got. Damn it, this is going to be harder than he thought.
• He makes a quick call to Bradley, who is in the middle of his ratcatcher hobby. Oliver can hear the squeaking noises and feels bad for the rat but they have a quick conversation because he feels like he needs someone in his corner right now. He explained the situation(partially, I want them to have a moment tomorrow morning), Bradley is happy that Oliver has finally come around and he gives some simple but helpful advice, reminding him that he has only known Zoe for about fifteen minutes. Probably not enough time to judge her character.
• That's true, but she's just very irritating. Bradley tells him to pull it together. He can't be passive and slow like he is with Mia, he needs to match Zoe's wavelength and not let her disturb his own. Oliver thinks this advice might help, he needs to push back more and is determined to do so. The call ends with one more boost to his motivation.
• Mia knocks on the door and he opens it for a quick discussion. There's a joke about him talking to himself again and Oliver admits that no Zoe is just so difficult to deal with he needed to call Bradley for some emotional support. Mia raises a brow, do that a lot, do you? Oliver tells her that if it wasn't for Bradley's support then their own relationship wouldn't have progressed so fast. She'll have to thank him, then.
• Anyway, the pancakes are done but there's a hitch. She forgot to check if they still had syrup. They don't. Oliver asks if she wants to be taken to pick some up but she says there's a nearby gas station like ten minutes away and she'll just walk there. Asks him to stay behind and keep Zoe company. Oliver knows that's what Mia wants so he accepts, gets a small aff boost.
• She leaves and Oliver returns to Zoe. He is determined to get something out of her and adjust, remembering to not let her bother him. She starts off crass, joking that he better not have ruined their toilet. Oliver manages to fire back a joke, saying no more than you do. He is surprised that all those gamer gulpies don't give her radioactive piss or something. Zoe likes the joke, getting his first tiny aff boost. It's motivating.
• Making conversation with a new person was difficult but Oliver had gotten a lot of experience in the last week and he had plenty of ways he could try and steer the discussion. When in doubt, the best way to progress is to get someone talking about themselves. He starts off small, asking her about the game she's playing.
• Again, Zoe is friendly enough and they talk a little bit about it. I'm sure I'll come up with something funny for the game when I actually sit down to write it but what's important is they have a small back-and-forth. It's not super effective but it greases the wheel and makes him a little bit more comfortable talking to her. They also talk a little bit about my parody of the steam deck, getting some comments from Zoe about it to show how terminally online Zoe is.
• He briefly asks about her friendship with Mia, how long they've known each other and so on. This turns out to be a good move. Zoe speaks incredibly highly of Mia while continually putting herself down in comparison. Zoe is very self-aware of how difficult she is and while she's still probably under appreciating what Mia does for her, Oliver finds it a lot easier to digest knowing that she isn't selfishly abusing Mia.
• Zoe then throws a curveball by asking about him and Mia, to which she shows some interest. She's crass and to the point about it, making jokes about how much fun they seem to be having with each other. This throws him off balance again but he tries to not let it bother him. We would've had more fun if we weren't interrupted. Zoe is skeptical, seemed like they were having plenty fun as it was.
• Oliver doesn't know what to say this, and she continues making it weird by telling him she's never really understood the appeal. Of what, sex? Yeah, just feels like time that could be better spent on playing games. Oliver doesn't treat her like an alien at this, it's perfectly fine if some people don't have interest in sex. Internally he might think it's a little sad that one activity has consumed her life above everything else but he keeps that to himself.
• Zoe elaborates that she's not like asexual or anything, just indifferent. Oliver can't relate but is polite about it. She makes a joke about how rough Mia has it being a hypersexual but at least she has some help now. The conversation is still making him uncomfortable and he's struggling to keep in control. His ability to do so goes straight out the window when she puts down her game for a split second, looks at him directly, and takes on an even more suggestive pose.
• Zoe reiterates how important Mia is to her and outright says she knows she's not the easiest friend to have. While she reiterates that she is not all that into the idea of naughty stuff herself she's cool with the idea of giving Mia a taste of what she wants as a way of making things up to her. Oliver is nervous and aroused at the suggestion, asks for clarification. Zoe spells it out. If it would make Mia happy to watch them make out or for him to feel her up or something innocent like that then she really doesn't have any reservations about it.
• Internally, he is all over the place. This was not how dating sims were supposed to go. You were supposed to earn kisses and tit-touching privileges over a long period of time, not be offered them freely at the start of a girl's route.
• Zoe seems like she's enjoying the way that Oliver is squirming, offers him the coward's way out by telling him he can forget everything she just said if he's that much of a pussy. He rises to the challenge, finding his courage and saying he'd do just about anything to make Mia happy. Zoe approves of this, AFF boost, but she's not done messing with him. She reaches into her shirt and rips off one of the pasties from her nipple that were referenced at the end of last volume before placing it on Oliver's cheek- it's a gold star.
• There's no way he can win here, he's overstimulated and hard as hell, unable to fight back. She laughs at this and says guess this is going to be up to her telling him to follow her lead later on when it's time. He nods meekly, asking what she has in mind. Zoe proposes that she tosses Mia a bone and they bet on a game later or something over getting to make out with each other. That should make the little pervert happy, and you too, by the looks of it.
• Zoe goes back to her game while he is left floored. He's no match for someone who is so loose and casual with their sexuality and if he wanted to keep up he was going to have to get more experienced. That, or cheat. Mia comes back in right as he's thinking about this. She instantly sees the gold star on Oliver's face and blushes suggestively. She makes a dismissive joke about how they seem to be getting along but it's pretty obvious how into it she is. She has a humiliated smile on her face as she walks away towards the kitchen.
• Zoe comments on how fucked up she is and Oliver sighs, agreeing and saying something along the lines of yeah isn't she great. Another small AFF boost as Zoe sees how crazy Oliver is for Mia. This somewhat endears her to him, but he still isn't over the embarrassment she put him through. He wants to make things even and he excuses himself to the bathroom again. Mia makes a joke about not taking to long talking to himself or something and Oliver plays it off.
• What he's in there for his to search through his skills. Since it's pretty much a given he and Zoe are going to kiss soon, he wants to surprise her when it happens and he lands on a tier two skill which not only makes him a better kisser but increases the affection boost in any boost caused by kissing. Oliver hovers over it, briefly considering the ethics. She already consented to kissing him, but what about the added effect? He ultimately decides that the wording of the skill is loose enough for him to invest.
• It just says that if there is an affection boost caused by kissing it would increase the effect. In other words, if Zoe isn't already into it, she won't experience one. Oliver sums up his courage and buys the skill because he wants to be aggressive, reminding himself he needs this and that the skill will pay for itself between first kiss, make out, and completing the quest. This is all for Mia he justifies, though he loses himself a little bit upon thinking about what it'd be like to kiss someone else.
• Buying it unlocks another discounted sexual variation of this skill similar to weakness exploit pleasure. It basically makes his kisses addictive. The idea is hot but he doesn't fall for this one, because it's clearly got nonconsensual tones to it. It sounds like a skill that would be fun to play around with if Mia knew about it but otherwise no.
• This does get him thinking about how he could really use an on/off switch for some skills, though. He checks to see if there's an option somewhere in his gigantic list. The sheer size of it made it so he had only a small understanding of what was inside at any time, but luckily enough, he found one labeled exactly what he was searching for- Toggle. He doesn't have a reason to buy it at the moment but he remembers it for later.
  • Side note. Would make for a very interesting character moment if Oliver floats the idea of getting Toggle to Bradley and we actually see him show some genuine human panic as if he's actually worried that Oliver is getting annoyed by him, essentially pleading that he can do better before Oliver is like dude that's not what I'm getting this for I would never use it on you.
• He returns to the living room, finding that Mia had cleaned up the coffee table and placed the breakfast spread out for all of them. Zoe is like fucking finally and starts digging in because Mia wouldn't let her until he returned. It doesn't stop her from trying to take most of the bacon. Mia tries to tell her off about this but it doesn't work. Oliver is clued in that this might be a good chance to stand up for her and he successfully does so.
• Zoe proves to not be entirely unreasonable and apologizes, saying she's just always excited to eat Mia's cooking. Mia gets fidgety at this and he suddenly realizes why she has such a hard time standing up to her friend. She really is a pushover when it comes to Zoe. Mia mumbles something about how she would cook more for Zoe if she left her room more often and Zoe dismisses it- her fans need her, after all, and she wonders how they're going to survive a week without her.
• Mia is dejected hearing this and Oliver doesn't need to be told he has to inquire about her career. As he started eating, the chapter ends with him asking Zoe about her job, which she is all too happy to tell him about.

After breakfast

• we get an overview of Zoe's career. Her channel is known as LSG, LazySlothGaming. She is quite a bit more popular than Mia implied. She gets several thousand viewers per stream and typically streams upwards of twelve hours a day and has been doing it for four years ever since the two of them graduated high school. Oliver still hasn't heard of her, but he doesn't really watch streams. He gets the impression that she is a low tier e-celeb and that she is very passionate about what she does. She likes entertaining other people and thinks it's great how people pay her to sit around in her underwear and play video games all day. There is nothing else she would rather be doing with her time.
• Oliver tries to subtly ask about what she does when she's not streaming or gaming and Zoe looks at him like he's crazy. She eventually says something about how she always tries to hang out with Mia and he asks when's the last time they did anything. The other day, right? Oliver remembers Mia talking about that and he asks about what they did. Mia watched her play a video game.
• Oliver just about had a brain aneurysm. So you took a break from playing video games so that your friend could watch you play a video game? Zoe looks at him like yes, and? Mia defends Zoe on this one, reminding Oliver that she is not very good at games and she does like watching Zoe play. Oliver mentally gives Zoe that but he still thinks she has a very specific type of brain rot going on.
• He tests this, asking her subtly if she ever does anything for fun outside the house. Zoe gets noticeably irritated at this, suddenly feeling as if she is being probed. Oliver backs off a little bit but she confirms she is very much an indoor person, joking about how it's probably been like half a year since she left the house. Oliver has trouble processing this, looking at Mia. Mia corrects her that it's actually been seven months. Zoe shrugged this off as if it's not a big deal.
• Oliver understands that looking down on Zoe for this lifestyle when he used to live a very similar one would be hypocritical of him. He didn't want to make any logical leaps and convince himself he was better than her or anything like that, but it was hard not to feel a little sorry for her. He was curious as to how she ended up like this, especially when she had someone as caring and loyal as Mia to look after her.
• Somewhere during the breakfast scene I'll work in a gag where Mia cuts herself with her butter knife somehow, continuing the subtle gag 'mierda' about how she's actually not that much less clumsy than her brothers.
• Breakfast is done and Zoe is very thankful but she also lazily tries to deflect dishwashing duty off to Mia, who reflexively is about to do them before Oliver stops her and reflects this to Zoe, saying that Mia made breakfast so it's only fair if they take care of her in return, right? Mia appreciates this, small AFF boost.
• Zoe, completely missing the point, tilts her head and says but Mia always does the dishes. Oliver retorts that Mia 'always does the everything'. Zoe is like yeah that's why she's the best? Oliver is starting to wonder whether Zoe was dropped on her head when kindergarten was teaching basic empathy. Mia is just sitting there awkwardly unable to comment.
• Oliver does get through to Zoe, convincing her it would show her their appreciation and it makes Mia feel very strange. Zoe basically outright tells him she's going to suck at this and he says that's fine you can just rinse and I'll scrub. He is astounded when she still finds a way to be lazy about rinsing the dishes. She is twitchy, uncomfortable, and vibrating. He asks if she needs some more caffeine but no it's just her attention span.
• She can't concentrate like this and looks physically unwell. Oliver ends up dismissing her and asking Mia for help. In reality, he just wants a moment alone with her to ask what the fuck is Zoe's problem. She's like everything older generations make fun of us for dialed up to eleven. He looked over his shoulder and sees that Zoe is on her phone, seemingly doing much better. Honestly, Mia is just happy that he got her to try.
• Oliver genuinely wonders how she got through high school. Mia awkwardly shuffles about. The implication is that she wouldn't have if Mia wasn't there to help and he's just like Jesus Christ...
• Mia is worried that he doesn't like her. No, it's not like that. She's... interesting, it's more that he's never gone from just meeting someone to instantly afraid of letting her out of his sight so fast before. Mia reiterated again that she didn't always used to be this bad and Oliver is admittedly more invested in finding out why. Mia points out y'ou feel it too, don't you?'
• Oliver says you mean that overwhelming sense in the back of my mind telling me 'I can fix her'? Mia says yep that's it. Oliver sighs and openly wonders what he's gotten himself into. Mia gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and makes sure he knows how much she appreciates him standing up for her, tells him to keep doing it. Zoe is not totally unreasonable Mia is just unable to break through to her because again, doormat.
• He is vague about it but he thinks that getting along with Zoe is a lot easier than getting along with Stacy, so they will make it work. Mia is excited about this. She asks how much it will work, implying sexual things. Oliver calls her out on having a one track mind and in Mia's defense it's been hard to keep the idea of the three of them doing stuff together out of her mind ever since Zoe walked in that morning. Oliver warns her that if she talks like that he's going to need to drag her back to the bedroom. Mia gulps and says something suggestive about how that wouldn't be so bad only for Zoe to interrupt them, asking if they were done flirting yet.
• They return to Zoe's company and she asked what they are going to do today, remembering that Mia should be at work. Mia leaned on all her saying that she was taking the day off to decompress and celebrate them getting together. Things have been hectic since it happened and they haven't really had a chance to settle down and enjoy it yet. Zoe says that's cool, she can leave them alone if that's what they want.
• Mia says that they were actually hoping to spend the afternoon with her so that Oliver could get to know her better. She didn't expect they would have this chance, but now that they do they might as well take it. Oliver agrees and Zoe is happy because she has a fun idea. There is a game she wants to play- imagine that.
• Zoe asks Oliver if he plays a lot of games as an aside, he might finally let it slip here that he is a big fan of dating sims- mostly because his guard is lowered by Zoe's forwardness. He's instantly regretful after having set it and Zoe is like, what, you mean like porn games? Mia has his back, saying not every dating sims is a porn game. Mostly just the good ones. Mia is actually kind of pleased to find out about this, he never told her this before.
• It's something he's embarrassed about, obviously, but they have a moment where she shows acceptance. Zoe rudely breaks up the moment they're having and says you play other games, right? Just want to make sure you've got some skill for what she's about to suggest. Mia has a bad feeling about this and is like wait, you're not going to...
• Zoe smiles evilly, name dropping the game in question she wants to play. The game is a Mario Party esque title, although it's more closer to the friendship ruining Dokapon Kingdom.
• Mia has a PTSD like response to hearing this. That game is savage and for demons. Rebecca cried the last time they all played it together. She is sitting out on this and recommends that Oliver not fall for it. Zoe teases Mia that she hasn't heard her out yet, was thinking of making things fun for them by way of a bet. Oliver is in the know, Mia isn't and is curious.
• Zoe continues to nonchalantly tease, homing in on her fetish and asking Mia if she actually wants that kind of shit. Mia is skeptical but is getting flustered, obviously into it. She asked where she's going with this and Zoe casually says maybe if your friend here manages to beat me he'll get a little reward, yeah? Oliver is still nervous about all this but Mia is pretty predictably losing her composure. She changes her tune, thinking he should play with Zoe after all.
• Oliver finds this side of her very cute and doesn't have much hope of resisting her desires, and he's eager to see if his new skill has any effect on Zoe. It would be good to get the upper hand on her because he still feels on pins and needles. Oliver wants to know what happens if he loses and Zoe doesn't really care, he can go buy her some gulpies or something.
• He asks a bit more about the game, it's very RNG heavy but there are items and skill-based mini games to help balance it out. He can't wait for Monday to come and give him access to lucky bastard again, but Zoe asked him to trust her so he assumes she's going to try and throw the match since it would make Mia happy. He accepts and they all get comfy on the couch together, Mia laying across his lap and Zoe splayed out in a revealing pose.
• The game begins.

Playing with Zoe and then Mia

• Playing this game is suffering. The mechanics feature constant random events that shrink the size of the player's kingdom and encourage them to backstab each other nonstop. It's an emotional roller coaster. One minute he's on top of the world, the next Zoe is cackling like a witch at his misfortune. He has no idea how she's planning on throwing the game because both of them rubber band back and forth for first place seemingly every turn.
• They've been at it for an hour and a half now. We get down to the last couple turns and things are very dire. Oliver and Zoe are both at the edge of their seats, Mia has had to get up off of his lap because of how intense the game is but she's still watching just as enraptured as the two of them. It's clear she's excited about getting to live out one of her fantasies. Her hand is on Oliver's knee, gripping it white knuckles tight.
• They get down to the last minigame and Zoe is seemingly still playing to win. This is the deciding factor. Five spaces of land are up for grabs and it all comes down to whoever can tap the button fast enough in a darkly comedic minigame where tapping it causes a guillotine to execute traitors. It's pretty close but Zoe pretends to jab her finger into the button too hard, causing her to lose the entire game.
• The results are tallied up and Oliver is declared the winner. Mia is seriously excited, though she gets more reserved when Zoe teases her for being so fucked up. Oliver defends Mia's fetish, small AFF boost, and Zoe is chill about it. The vibe between the three of them is actually pretty good right now. Oliver has definitely seen a lot of what Mia sees in her by now. Zoe is a very fun person to be around and she raises the energy level several times over just by being present. Furthermore, she's funny, and she deeply cares for Mia in her own way.
• The path ahead didn't seem as murky as it did when she barged in on them a few hours ago. He still had reservations about her, but he admits to himself that there might be something here. As to what that might be, he isn't sure, but he's interested in finding out.
• Before they talk about the reward, Zoe has another positive moment where she appears genuinely grateful that he played the game with her. She hasn't gotten to play that one in ages and it was really fun for her. She gets a medium AFF boost- cementing to Oliver that a quick way to get close to Zoe is playing games with her. He is not surprised by this.
• It's Mia who brings up the reward, asking what Zoe had in mind. She gets teased for being eager again but they quickly move along and Zoe says it's really up to Mia. He is her boyfriend, after all. It all depends on what she's comfortable with, Zoe is down with whatever. Mia says don't give me ideas, Zoe corrects and says well obviously I'm not going to have sex with him, but-
• Mia freezes up at this offhanded comment, lost in her daydream and practically drooling. Zoe and Oliver have a funny moment where they just look at her like this and mutually comment on how far gone she is. She snaps out of it and apologizes. Mia tells Zoe that so long as it isn't anything that they haven't already done together, she's fine with anything as well.
• Zoe rolls her eyes at this telling her just pick something, otherwise they're just going to kiss. Mia mumbles that kissing would be good. She asks them to wait so she can get in a better position to watch this happen but Zoe says no need and straddles Oliver. You can see everything from here, right?
• Mia nods meekly. She also warns not to sit in his lap. Zoe cackles at this like all my God do do you have a boner? To his credit, Oliver doesn't shy away from this and is like your tits are falling out of your tank top and your halfway to smothering me with them, why the fuck wouldn't I? Zoe likes this, minor AFF boost.
• She leans in and whispers something quick to Oliver before going at it. Let's fuck with her a bit. Follow my lead. Oliver has every intention of doing so and Zoe goes in for a kiss. Mia is watching breathless but is incredibly let down when it lasts for only a second, equating to a quick peck on the lips. Zoe gets off of him and acts like her job is done, Mia's disappointment immeasurable. Oliver recognizes the chance that Zoe set up for him and is greatly appreciative, capitalizing on it mercilessly.
• Side note, he gets the first kiss milestone.
• He teases Mia over the kiss not being enough. She is defensive, tries to play it off, but they get her to admit she was hoping for something more... dramatic. Zoe tells her if she is more specific then she might get what she wants. Mia is bullied into admitting she wanted to watch them make out. Zoe jokes that she barely knows this dude, Mia is downtrodden but there is a twinge of satisfaction in her expression, like the humiliation makes her happy. Sad eyes, happy smile is a good way to put it. It's very erotic for Oliver, even more than the idea of kissing Zoe is.
• The smile makes all the difference. Without it, he wouldn't be into this, but he's very careful to keep an eye on her and make sure it doesn't switch to all out depression. It's not going to, it's just to make him look good.
• Zoe continues teasing, playing coy and asking Oliver what he things. Should they really do this? Oliver reaffirms that Mia has been a good girl for him so he thinks she deserves it. His hand brushes her nameplate, causing Zoe to notice it for the first time. Wait, did you get a new one of those?
• Mia is slightly bummed Zoe didn't notice until now but didn't expect anything less. She confirms that Oliver got it for her and Zoe says of course he did. She then relents, making a show of straddling him again and saying something along the lines of never say I care about you, you little freak.
• Oliver than makes out with Zoe and his new tongue skill goes into action. He feels much less clumsy about this and more like he knows generally what to do with his mouth. Mia watches this happen, feeling very aroused. We get some minor observations from her POV her that show she recognizes he is kissing Zoe way more passionately than he's ever kissed her before but it's not phrased like she is getting jealous about it in a bad way necessarily. It goes on for about half a minute before Zoe pulls away.
• She isn't super weirded out, but she is kind of casually like well, that was weird. She references this being her first time and doesn't see what the big deal is, personally. The kiss did not lead into an affection boost, so the skill didn't activate. He's a bit puzzled by this but he guesses it just means that kissing doesn't do much for Zoe. Zoe politely tells him to stop staring at her and deal with his girlfriend before she makes a mess.
• Mia stutters that she's not going to make a mess, but her hand is already trying to go inside of her pants and Mia is squirmy as all hell. Oliver asks if she needs some help and Mia admits it would probably do her some good, yeah. Zoe is satisfied with what she's accomplished, rolling off of him and immediately getting out her phone. Her work is done, and her fans probably miss her, anyway. She tells them she need to check for socials so you two go have fun. Mia is way ahead of her and drags Oliver back to her bedroom.
• He is surprised by her passion as she pushes him down on her bed, then get on top of him and makes a pouting expression. She confronts him about that kiss just now. You kissed Zoe way harder than you've ever kissed me. Oliver is worried that he's in trouble, cursing himself for not thinking about this potential reaction. Instead of taking the easy way out and lying, he tells her the truth. Zoe messed with him this morning while Mia was gone and he tried and show her what she got for underestimating him. It doesn't really seem like it worked.
• Mia elaborates that she wasn't jealous. No? Well, not in a bad way... he teases her for liking to be made jealous but comforts her that she is the most important girl to him and that he'll give it to Mia even harder if she wants. She does, and the kiss. The look on her face is shocked. The kiss feels really, really good for her, and when he pulls away it gets activated, showing that yeah, Zoe just didn't like getting kissed.
• Mildly upsetting but barely something he can dwell on when he's got Mia to deal with. A lewd scene happens but it's not going to be a long one/fully written, and they don't do anything new for it. They mutually get each other off while continuing the new kissing style. She's even easier to please with it and calms down an half hour and three climaxes later while Oliver shot two off.
• They're basking in the afterglow together and they are talking about how incredible it is that they can just do this stuff together now. Neither of them are used to it, but they are getting better at it. Oliver especially she points out. He says just cause he kisses better doesn't mean he's any less nervous, he's just getting better at hiding it.
• Mia is satisfied with this knowledge, says she's excited to see how much better he can get from here. The two share a cozy moment together where everything feels right. He then teases her about how she ended up with the world's weirdest fetish. She doesn't want to hear him call it that when he gets to reap the benefits. Fair enough.
• He asks if it was everything she wanted, Mia gets a little dreamy saying she'd always imagined watching Zoe kiss her future boyfriend but she never actually thought it'd happen. Oliver points out how that's not really something any random friend would just do for and Mia agrees, hopes that he sees why Zoe is special to her.
• Oliver admits to pretty much being won over by her at this point and they agree on a lot about her. She has a special charisma that makes her flaws bearable, maybe even endearing. Oliver asks why their relationship is so strained given what he's seen. Zoe doesn't seem to think there is any strain. Mia clarifies that if every day was like this then they would be fine. But Zoe's just going to get right back to her old ways as soon as she's unbanned, Mia is sure.
• Oliver says maybe they can do something about it this weekend. Show Zoe what she's missing out on. Mia reminds him that Sundays are her family day but if he wants to hang out tomorrow night, stay over, and do the same on Saturday that'd be cool. Weekends usually aren't the best time for Rebecca but she'll invite her, too. Doubt they could figure out anything fun enough to inspire her to develop a better work life balance but Mia appreciates that he wants to try for her.
• There's a cute moment where they feel like kids planning out sleepovers, wholesome stuff. Oliver asks if she wants to go and see if Zoe wants to hang out some more, but Mia is a little clingy and tells him that they have a week till she's unbanned. She'd rather hang back here and play Hellagers with him for the rest of the day, if that's cool. It is.
• It's still early enough for them to get high if she wants to, just throwing it out there. Mia is tempted but is still stubborn about not wanting to do that around him until they've been together a little longer. She already has enough trouble controlling her inhibitions, and Oliver understands, earning him a small AFF boost for being respectful. She's still not sure he should even have any after his last freak out but Oliver insists that it was a one time thing. Not sure if she believes that but dropped the matter, eager to play with him.

Before Bed

• Oliver hangs out with Mia for the rest of Thursday and it's a very casual affair. After how stressful and hectic his week had been and how thrilling this morning and afternoon were with Zoe, this was exactly what he needed. They play till around six  when Zoe offered to order everyone take out and he leaves at seven. Mia wants to do some drawing before bed and he isn't sure what he's going to do yet when he gets home.
• Pretty much as soon as he steps in he gets a call from his mom and we have another short interaction between them. She's calling to see if he wants to come see them this weekend and Oliver is vague with his plans, causing her to follow-up asking about the girl. He doesn't want to deal with making this a big thing so he's just dismissive and saying it's going pretty good. She asks him if there's anything he wants to do for his birthday this year, which is March 15th. tells him they could have dinner at his parents house like usual, you know, just you, us, and Bradley like always.
  • Given the pace the story is going, March 15th is several books away. Still better to set it up early for the eventual payoff. At this rate it might legitimately lead to him having at least three girlfriends by that time, leading to a very funny first encounter with his parents.
• Oliver isn't surprised about this but he does ask a little bit about Bradley. He gets some information from her about their imagined relationship and it's clear that his family is very fond of Bradley. Oliver sees no use in worrying about this and just accepts it, goes on to say he doesn't know what he's doing this year. Because of the girl, right? Again he is cagey about this, won't admit to it but yeah, maybe. His mom tells him he could always bring her over and he reacts like any awkward guy would, embarrassedly.
• The phone call ends casually, and Oliver decides what he wants to do with the rest of his night. He considers calling Bradley over because a lot has changed about the situation and he wants to have a strategy meeting but decides to have it in the morning. He texts Bradley and tells him to come over at around seven and they'll go to work together after talking. Oliver than showers and comes up with something to do while he's in there.
• He decides to look into Zoe's social media presence. This is not framed creepily nor is he going down a compulsive rabbit hole where he loses control of himself. Zoe is a public figure on the internet, it shouldn't be weird for him to look up LazySlothGaming and see what he finds. He finds her not-Twitter equivalent (Xeeter?) and scrolls through it slightly.
• We are also told that Oliver doesn't do much social media these days. He used to have accounts but purged them because of his mental health. It was partially because he was firmly entrenched in the black pilled side of not-Twitter and partially because that he had to come to terms with that as a compulsive person it was bad for his brain. He would spend hours scrolling through people's opinions only to realize he hated hearing what ninety-nine percent of the population had to say about anything- humans just weren't built to communicate in such a mass way.
  • Incorporating some of my own experiences here. Not saying that all social media is bad, it's just framed to give Oliver some more depth and he's not judging people who use it.
• He notices right away that Zoe's avatar and profile banner are clearly drawn by Mia, and so is her personal logo. Avatar is a chibi of Zoe while the banner is a pretty risqué pinup of her with controllers and wires draped around her. There's a joke here where all of her things she is clearly channeling her one-sided sexual attraction to Zoe and he wonders if he were to go through all of Mia's sketchbooks how much part of Zoe he would find. Or himself, for that matter.
• Because social media is like that, he's hit with a tangent immediately. Mia's profile is linked in Zoe's profile and he goes to check that out real quick. Mia has around two thousand followers, her pinned post (Xeet?) is a commission sheet, and her bio makes him happy because it points out she is taken and it doesn't take much to make him smile. He spends a couple minutes going through Mia's profile. She's not obsessively active or anything, she usually posts one lewd sketch a day and maybe a colored piece once or twice a week. All of them seem to be fanart of popular characters. She captions these with one word usually, very low-key.
• Oliver goes back to Zoe's profile after reminding himself of what he was trying to do in the first place.
• Zoe is pretty active on here and she almost has ten thousand followers, and it doesn't take him long to figure out why. She posts a lot of suggestive photos of herself- not suggestive enough that she comes off as a full on camgirl- just pics of her being her casual self while wearing revealing clothing. The captions he sees serve as some of the first hints as to her emotional issues. They are all very attention-seeking, pick me shit. Not outright asking her fans to love her but clearly needy.
• He's not judgmental about this, but he wonders if there's more to it than her just trying to utilize her sex appeal. She's very responsive and talks to just about every positive comment, even if it's just a thank you. He's a little stunned seeing just how active she is on here, wondering where she finds the time if she's supposed to be streaming as much as Mia says she does.
• He figures that checking out one of her streams would be interesting and help him get a better feel for her content. He remembers that Mia told him she shared his opinion about the last Kanemon game and decides to look up if she streamed it. She did, and he gets comfortable and casts it from his phone to his TV. Zoe was much the same as she was in real life. Very casual, pretty skimpily dressed, charismatic, fun, and high energy.
• Oliver notices that she is incredibly fixated on her chat. That's not especially noteworthy for a streamer, but she does often get distracted and it looks like her eyes are darting back and forth at a breakneck pace. He's starting to realize why her attention span might be so poor. Social media is proven to have that effect on people, but this kind of looks like terminal brainrot, speaking as someone who has experienced it himself.
• Despite this, he actually really enjoys watching her stream, and as said he's not even a stream kind of guy. Eventually, he starts to get tired and turns it off, ready to finish his day so he can wake up early to chat with Bradley. He thinks briefly about the situation going on between Mia and Zoe and he hopes he can do something to mend it.
• He does an obligatory jack off session before bed which spirals off into unexpected directions- he isn't just thinking of Mia, Zoe keeps popping up, too. Rather than feeling awkward about it, at least entirely, Oliver for the first time indulges in these fantasies. He feels a little guilty, sure, but it feels good more than he feels bad. He shrugs it off once he's done, saying he will unpack his feelings in the morning with Bradley.

Thoughts for what's next- Up next we'll have the Bradley morning scene, the workday will have a Tessa centric scene, they'll do something Friday night together at Mia's place, and I'm thinking Saturday is going to be a big moment for everyone. Mia, Zoe and Rebecca all hang out with him and it's going to be a really good day until there's a twist halfway through it- Zoe will have her temp ban lifted and we see how bad her addiction is as she essentially jumps up and drops hanging out with everyone to go stream again. This will probably actually get Mia to snap at her for once in her life and this is going to serve as a pivotal moment for Oliver.

He's going to realize that the only way to make things right between them is to make Zoe have a reason to leave her room more often- by making her crazy about him. This will be treated maturely, he's not just going to be like okay I need to make her fall in love with me and that's that. Just saying that's the direction it will head.

Also Mia's third HE should be soon by this point, it'll be locked behind Style but he has enough points to just brute force his way past it. She's not feeling inspired with her art and will ask him to model for her. She can't hide the wrist thing from him during this and opens up about it. Will end in first blowjob.

Nothing major planned for Stacy in the next chunk of stuff, maybe something on Sunday.

Vol. 2 Has Started

Just letting you guys know I've started work on the first outline chunk! It'll cover the rest of that in story day and then I'll write those chapters before doing more outlines. That's the workflow for this story going forward as I need to adjust to the numbers as I write them and have wiggle room. Small outline -> adapt several chapters of material -> small outline -> repeat. I'm not working toward a specific end point for the volume, we'll figure an appropriate one out as it comes along.

Should be done with this one within a day, I think.

Rebecca in Bed Holding a Book and Not Reading It by SlimiiArt

A cute thing Urban got the other day of Rebecca! Title is an injoke.

Art- https://twitter.com/slimiiart

Zoe Fact Sheet/Brainstorming

Preface- I'm still doing my reread but felt like getting something done today, so here's some precursor work to vol 2. I already wrote a mini biography for Zoe when I was first developing the concept for the characters pre-vol 1, but I want to establish more and make it fresher in my mind now that the story is further along and I have a better idea of what I want her to be. Don't read this if you don't want potential spoilers on her development/my plans for her overall.

Keep in mind this is very loose and that just because I say something here doesn't mean it'll be included. I'm essentially just saying as much shit as I can think up about her so that I have plenty of material to work with.

• Zoe is 23, bday Dec. 29th. 5'8ft.
• Born to a power couple. Her mother is a successful doctor named Tamara, father is a wealthy lawyer named Daniel. He runs a law firm with several partners and there are ads for it all over town which Oliver would recognize if pointed out. She's half Russian on her mother's side while her father is generically white. Not really plot relevant but there's potentially a joke there about that being why she's so hot along with her occasional affinity for heavy drinking.
• Neither of her parents wanted to have her and she was an accident. Zoe knows this for a fact as she's overheard it during some of their many arguments. They didn't take it out on her, at least, just each other. Her childhood was a relatable nightmare. Having a child destroyed whatever love her parents had for each other and both of them put almost no effort into raising Zoe. Their idea of love and affection was to buy her anything she wanted and give her free reign, and any time both of her parents were at home together at the same time there was a ninety percent chance they were fighting over petty shit is was not so petty shit like both of them having affairs.
• They're among the many misguided parents who believed that they needed to stay together for the child's sake despite how much emotional harm inflicted on their daughter. Currently they are still technically married but functionally separated.
  • Could be a potentially good future plot line or (4th probably) heart event for them to text her like they're getting back together, which Zoe would take extremely poorly. Like, they want her to be happy for them when in reality it would make her feel like shit because it further reinforces psychologically how all it took for them to have a better life was for her to not be in it. This plot line would end in reconciliation, as her parents are complete deadbeats and she hates them. It would be framed as towing them off once and for all.
• Because of how shitty everything was for her growing up, Zoe has a deep psychological need for love, affection, and especially attention. It makes her incredibly loyal to the few people who she actually gives a shit about and it serves as something that Oliver can relate to. She doesn't see why anyone would love her because she genuinely doesn't know what it's like to be loved, and growing close to someone scares her which will be something Oliver needs to be careful with. It's not a lack of self-confidence like Mia and Rebecca have, more self-worth.
• Her shut-in behavior and gaming addiction stems from her parents constantly arguing with each other. She is uncomfortable with the real world, dislikes going without her headphones or one of her handheld gaming devices. This is somewhat because of her upbringing and also because she generally just has severe ADHD.
• Getting on her case is difficult because Zoe is uncomfortable being yelled at for obvious reasons. Not sure if that will actually make it in or not since I can't imagine a situation where Oliver or Mia would yell at her, but perhaps on an occasion where they actually get her to leave the apartment.
• She became friends with Mia in kindergarten. Mia, who was much meeker then we know her in the current day, was accepting of Zoe's eccentricities and in return Zoe stood up for her from time to time, even though confrontation made her uncomfortable. Mia's house was practically her second home. Her parents didn't care where she went so long as she told them where she'd be so a lot of time was spent over there. She could've done so every day if she wanted to, as Mia's parents knew something was going on with her home life, but Zoe was self-conscious
• Juan and Julio regard her as another sister almost. Would make for a good joke if Juan is into her despite this and is outed as a watcher of her streams- which he would claim he's just doing to support her and boost her numbers. They won't fight Oliver over it once he's more public about being with Zoe as well as Mia, so long as everyone is happy.
• Because of her upbringing, Zoe is used to putting in the bare minimum to get by. She barely passed high school and wouldn't have if Mia didn't buckle down and force her to. She was very depressed her senior year as she didn't see any hope for her future. Parents wanted her to go to college, but she knew how that would've went.
• It was Mia's idea for Zoe to begin streaming. Zoe had no interest in this initially but was convinced over time as she really couldn't imagine any other path for herself. Mia was fundamental to her early success. I'd go so far as to say that Mia essentially worked as Zoe's manager for their first two years after high school. I don't think I mentioned Mia having a job before Payless Foods, so here's what things were like for them.
• They lied to Zoe's parents about her getting a job and they were supportive, offering to pay for a small apartment until she was able to stand on her own two feet. Because of Zoe's ADHD and lack of drive, Mia had to learn how streaming and social media management shit worked and teach Zoe in ways she could understand. She created all of Zoe's stream assets, her personal logo, etc. Additionally, she was also in charge of making sure she kept a schedule.
• The first year was rocky but things picked up a lot in the second. As Zoe got more comfortable with this lifestyle, she became more unguarded, dressing skimpier, talking more crass and unfiltered, slowly earning her a loyal fan base. Though on a surface level she appears to be a titty streamer it's not the sole focus of her content. Plenty of people watch her just because she is an extremely talented player of any videogame she touches and has insightful commentary to add. She's not like posting e-thot pics to her socials as advertising or anything.
• At the start of her third year streaming the two officially moved in together at the apartment they share now. Mia's wrist was getting a lot worse during this time and it's what led her to get a job along with feeling bad about the financial imbalance between her and Zoe.
• Zoe is a selfish person by nature but I want to make it absolutely clear that she knows that she owes Mia her entire world. The current friction between them is not because she doesn't appreciate Mia. We've seen that she doesn't appreciate her enough and takes it for granted that Mia will run errands for her and make her breakfast and so on, but she loves her friend more than anything else.
  • I mentioned this in Rebecca's document since I came up with Rebecca later than the others, but as the third member of their friend group, Zoe is decently close with Rebecca, too. Just not as close as with Mia, who had been there for her since they were kids. There's potential for them to get closer and in fact I plan on them doing so once Zoe is more emotionally stable. Rebecca has always felt like something of a third wheel because of this, though, despite how hard Mia worked to make her feel included.
• These things wouldn't be as big of a deal for Mia if Zoe if Zoe hadn't become even more reclusive in the last two years.
• Zoe's problem is that she's let her job become her life, and I want to try and make sure it's painted very clearly as to why it ended up like this. She is adored by her fanbase. People like her and pay attention to her online. They buy her stupid shit from her wishlist, go crazy when she acknowledges them, and it hasn't gone to her head- it's gone to her heart.
• She feels the artificial love they give her and it somewhat fills the hole her parents gouged out in her, thus making her addicted to her work. This is all new material, this wasn't in the original bio I wrote but I think it makes the most amount of sense for how she is the way that she is during her debut as well as gives her a clearer path forward to becoming a better person.
• Zoe needs the constant validation of her chat and it's pushed her away from the only two meaningful irl connections she has, Mia and Rebecca. She doesn't understand that they miss her, and any attempts to point it out have fallen on deaf ears. Granted, Mia hates confrontation and has only been able to bring it up in subtle ways like 'you know, you've been working really hard lately...' only for Zoe to misinterpret this as praise or move on so fast that the topic doesn't really have an impact on her.
• Let's talk about Zoe and Oliver's relationship.
• It's going to start off tense as we've seen from Oliver's perspective, but it's one-sided tension. Zoe is chill and reasonably friendly with him and seems to egg Mia on about her fantasies. There might be some early messing around with her but nothing that far. We'd find out pretty quick that Zoe is just doing this because she knows it'd make Mia happy and Oliver gets on her case a little about it. Like, making out with him to make Mia happy isn't actually solving the problem between them.
• This sternness would result in an affection boost which clues him in to the best way to deal with Zoe- standing up to her and calling her out. Mia was right, on some level Zoe wants someone who won't take her shit. Got some daddy issues going on, not sure if she will commit and 'Daddy' will be her thing yet though. No one has ever been tough on her and she craves it.
• Additionally, Oliver doesn't like that Zoe doesn't seem to enjoy any of the early lewd things they might do together. She has a very low sex drive that will be an obstacle to overcome, on top of not being very sensitive. The erogenous zones he sees through weakness exploit pleasure would be very small and she only mildly feels them. Oliver will probably have to invest in a skill to increase this but it won't be done in a creepy way, he'll make sure he has full permission if that's the route I take. Like, 'hey do you mind if I try something out while touching you this time' or something while actually using the skill on her.
  • Possible skill ideas include the ability for Oliver's hands to secrete massage oil with different aphrodisiac properties or the ability to manually control sensitivity by via a dial. Probably the massage one, that sounds like it might be more fun and I could come up with several different types. To make things even and stop it from being an all the time thing, Oliver would be susceptible to them, too if he uses them. Zoe would generally grow more sensitive the more he works on her, as well.
• I don't want to make her totally seem asexual, though, so she will dismiss it if he asks. She does feel attraction and minor sexual impulses, it's just not really important to her before her switch has been flipped. On the off chance she somehow ends up horny Zoe has never felt the urge to take care of it and would rather play her game until it goes away.
  • Officially, she's loosely bisexual. Feeling good is more important to her than what her partner looks like. Hasn't ever really looked at Mia in the way that Mia has looked at her but is more or less down for whatever after she's into sex. Maybe biromantic is a better way to put it as she doesn't care much about a female partner's body but will almost certainly reciprocate Mia's affections in addition to Oliver being their main thing. She will still enjoy making Mia and whatever other girl ends up in their bed feel good, however, it's just not about attraction.
• In the start she'll be casual about sex stuff since she doesn't really feel it but once she does sex becomes a very different thing for Zoe and she's very uncomfortable and awkward with it, often lashing out and being bratty which inadvertently gets her more of the stern attention she craves.
• I should mention they're not going to go super far before her first heart event. I'm talking like he'll probably make out with her and complete that quest he got at the end of vol 1, feel her up, maybe get a handjob, and most of it would be with Mia present.
• As things progress, her competitive nature will be a feature of many of her lewd scenes. It plays into her need for attention and Oliver's growing dominant side. He'd taunt her, ask if that's all she can do, it would fire her up, and then if she loses it would be on her mind frustrating her for who knows how long. She's pettier than Mia and we might see some extremely mild soft femdom from her via attempts to get even with Oliver. Like in her frustration she orders an expensive fleshlight and tries to edge him with it in revenge but most of these attempts would end in reversals/domination loss and would be Oliver primarily playing along.
• Another thing Zoe is really into will be exhibitionism, unsurprisingly. The first time Zoe feels something might be during a make out session between her and Oliver where Mia asks if she can record it with her cell phone for reference purposes for her drawing. Zoe will respond heavily to allusions of everyone seeing her, of the fake threats to record what they're doing and uploaded online for all her fans to see. Maybe in the far future they could really experiment with this by having her wear a mask/wig in a low lighting set up and actually doing some stream junk. I'm talking like post 5th heart event.
• As Oliver starts to get to know her, he will be clued in to more of her issues and slowly understand why she's like this. The endgame is obviously to slowly dial back her career so that she actually has a work/life balance. Zoe is always going to be tense and standoffish, but she will grow and place more importance on irl connections as well as make attempts to be more mature.
• Getting to this point will involve a lot of busy work. She's currently on her weeklong suspension at the start of the next volume but I don't mean to imply the entire next volume is focused around Zoe. A lot of it will be but still mostly about Mia. After her suspension is up Oliver will see how easily she snaps back into her constantly streaming routine and that will be what makes him realize he needs to put an effort to help her change.

That's about all I'm thinking for right now. I think this is a much more well-rounded character for me to work with and what was originally planned, even if a lot of the skeleton carries over from my first draft. Let me know what you think!

Update

Hey guys just doing another obligatory check in. I’ve still been relaxing most of the week while managing self promotion and observing the reaction to vol 1. Just keep getting more and more praise for it and it feels incredibly validating after how long it took and how mentally draining it got after a while.

As mentioned, I’m still rereading the book for another editing pass and I’ve marked dozens of little typos I plan on ironing out when I’m done. I’m over half done now since I zoned out yesterday thanks to insomnia, didn’t do much other than lie around. I’d like to buckle down and finish this before moving on to vol 2, should take me another few days. Given how I’ve hardly taken any time off during vol 1’s production I’m not beating myself up too hard over it but I’m still eager to get back to work. Just felt the need to communicate since we keep getting more new patrons. Thank you to all of you new guys once again, as there’s even more of you than the last time I thanked you all. All the new support has done a lot for my overall mood and confidence, and I can’t wait to show you how appreciative I am through continuing the story.

Spread the Word

I normally wouldn't ask this so directly, but I want Love Addict's RPG to spread as far as we can get it. Early responses have been amazingly positive and I'm in a very good mood because of it, but we can do better. I want to remain high in the rankings because there's always the chance that it might attract an audiobook publisher. The best way to accomplish this is simple, I need you guys to publicly talk more about LARPG wherever you can.

There are a few reddit threads that it would all benefit me if you commented on, and on top of that, if you see threads on r/haremfantasynovels or r/litrpg asking for recommendations and my book fits what they're looking for, please tell them.

Commenting and upvoting here, here, here, and here would help me a lot.

Tell people what you liked about the story. Ask me questions. Let everyone know what they're missing out on- say whatever you want.

If you are a member of any of these facebook groups, posting there about it would help, too. Long as you're not spamming about me and you keep it natural, of course. I don't want this to look like I'm organizing a mass marketing campaign because I'm not. I'm just asking you all to tell me the things you've been telling me, but publicly.

Things to look out for are posts where people ask for recommendations and stuff like 'what are you reading' posts.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/530402720977171 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1069684616388207

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1520110688072405

https://www.facebook.com/groups/422504418089258/

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2356243867933233/

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1335086533800767/

This is the biggest chance at success I've ever had in my career, so I can't slow down on self promotion now. I just need your help. I'm also looking into ads but money is very tight and Facebook is not playing nice. The ads I have up on Amazon are complete shit and aren't performing very well, but I might look into Reddit ads or Google if I get a bigger budget.

If anyone wants to help on that front just let me know or send here. I'm still in a kind of rough place since I'm not gonna get the money from LARPG until two months from now because of how Amazon works, and I'm barely going to have enough for bills and shit let alone ads. Really, really looking forward to not having to do the monthly asking for alms anymore but no book in six months before LARPG's launch does that to a motherfucker.

Still, word of mouth is more important than ads. We need more people talking about LARPG and that's a fact. Also goes without saying but if you haven't submitted a 5 star review with some text to endorse it, that should be the first thing you do.

If you choose to help me out on this in any way, shape, or form, thank you so much! It means a lot to me, as does any and all support. Going to continue rereading vol 1 for now, I have a big list of growing typos highlighted that I'll fix all at once when I'm done. Thanks again.

A Note to New Patrons

Getting a lot of new people here and wanted to say thank you as well as tell you what to expect! Because LARPG is a very reactionary story relying on numbers and junk, I write it in small batches so that I see where the numbers are at. I will make a loose outline like this for a chunk of the book - https://www.patreon.com/posts/vol-1-final-97274953 - adapt it, and then see where the numbers are at before making the next outline.

Currently I’m reading through vol 1 again on my own to look for typos and other junk I missed, so I might still be a few days out from starting one such outline for vol 2, but that’s what you can expect when I get started.

Volume 1 Feedback

Now that it’s out, here’s a post release thread. Please let me know your comments on the book here, how you liked it, and so on.

Currently I’m taking a break and watching the reception. I’ll likely move onto planning out the first bit of volume two this week, just don’t want to rush into it until I’ve seen how the story is doing.

Love Addict’s RPG V1.00 Out Now!

Finally released so go pick it up if you haven’t yet! I’m still upset about the pictures but whatever. Make sure you give it 5 stars, really need this one to take off!

Bad News

Very upset about this but the final book will not have the UI images that I've been including. Amazon charges you for how big your book file is, and the images swelled it to 16mb. This means they would charge me $2.50 for '''delivery fee'''. Completely innascusable.

I was prepared to take like a $1 delivery fee but $2.50 is literally half of my $5 royalty.  This ruined my whole night cause now I have to go through like 50 chapters to remove images and replace them with text when all I wanted to do was submit the book tonight... so... yeah.

Not much else to say that.

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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Love Addict's RPG Ch. 59

One more till we're done! So excited and happy to be almost finished.

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Oliver hovered beside Mia on her bed, staring at his lover. Tonight was going to be so much better than Monday. Even if he couldn't take her clothes off, he still got to touch her wherever he wanted and show her a good time.

The all-too-familiar sandbox problem cropped up once he resolved to get to work. There were so many places to start that his options were dizzying. It helped that the last time they fooled around, she was horny and took the initial initiative, but it was all up to him this time. It was a good thing he came equipped with a built-in cheat sheet.

Oliver willed Weakness Exploit - Pleasure into activation, hoping the tier three skill was as powerful as its counterpart. Highlighted through her clothes were pink crosshairs all across her body. Many were located where he expected to find them, and others were found in places more obscure.

Perhaps because of the difference in level, this skill variant had more going for it than its predecessor. The pink crosshairs had little icons next to them that helpfully hinted at what she wanted to be done to her at which spot. These icons also rotated between different symbols if there was more than one thing Mia would enjoy. For the most obvious example, the weakness between her legs alternated between icons depicting a hand, a hand with its fingers in a pinching position, a mouth, a tongue, teeth, and a penis.

While that might not sound helpful at a glance, it definitely was for many of the less obvious weaknesses. For example, he never would've guessed Mia desired to be licked along her inner bicep or kissed on the back of her knee, but thanks to Weakness Exploit - Pleasure, Oliver knew exactly what to give her and where she wanted it.

The visual stimuli were almost too much for him. He was already daydreaming about min-maxing all of Mia's weaknesses, wondering how to string together actions to ensure she felt the most pleasure for as long as possible. The skill showed him where to start, but it would be up to him to develop talent at touching her the way she liked, and the sooner he got started, the better.

Mia was in agreement. He'd been staring at her for so long now that her confusion beat out her shyness, causing her to look up at him and ask, "Ollie...?"

"Sorry, just distracted by how beautiful you are..." he said, salvaging the situation while inspiring her to squirm in anticipation. "That, and I don't even know where to... start...?"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," he gave her a reassuring smile while running his hand down her outer thigh.

In reality, he'd noticed something concerning.

Oliver understood that Mia was nothing short of a total pervert. She had at least one lewd weakness on every part of her body, even if they were only small ones. What troubled him was the sole exception. There wasn't a single such weakness anywhere to be found south of her right elbow. By comparison, her left elbow wanted to be kissed, her wrist licked, and all sorts of shit were going on with her fingers.

This can't be good...

Oliver continued lightly touching Mia as a distraction while switching to Weakness Exploit - Pain, wanting to confirm his fears. It was bad. It was so bad that it overshadowed the worst weaknesses he'd seen as of yet.

The crosshairs dotting her elbow, forearm, and wrist weren't even red like Juan's eye or Akira's shoulder- they were jet black. He didn't even want to guess how bad that must've been to live with.

No wonder she couldn't make art her full-time job. It was a miracle she still managed to draw at all.

Needless to say, this revelation almost killed Oliver's mood. He wanted nothing more than to ask Mia the specifics about her condition, but he came by this information through supernatural means. It would've been weird if he brought it up now without context. Sure, he'd noticed her touching her wrist fairly often, but it wasn't as if he could just point that out moments before they planned on getting naughty with each other.

It was a tough decision, but Oliver ultimately decided to put a pin in the topic and leave it for now. He'd surely get back in the mood after he started playing with her, and he could try to trigger a discussion tomorrow at a more opportune time. The best thing he could do for Mia right now was to distract her from her chronic pain and give her as much pleasure as possible, so he switched back to the other version of the skill just in time for Mia to get impatient with him again.

"...How long are you gonna stare at me?" She whimpered.

"As long as you keep being beautiful," he countered.

"That's not gonna keep working. Can't just keep saying I'm beautiful and expecting me to get all antsy over it."

"Can't I?"

"...Okay," Mia sighed. "Maybe you can. I'm weak to praise. Don't know how to process it."

"It's okay if you don't," Oliver told her gently, giving a loving smile. "Personally, I think it's adorable how squirmy you get from not knowing how to take a compliment."

Mia grumbled something unintelligible in response, ultimately following it up with, "If you say so, mi amor. Just hurry it up already, sí? Been waiting for this, and fucking me with your eyes ain't gonna cut it..."

Now feeling urged, Oliver better positioned himself by straddling her thin waist and kneeling above her. The sight of such a cute, submissive girl beneath him made every cell in his body pulsate with adrenaline, and he just knew Mia felt the same. There were so many different places he could begin his assault, but ultimately, Oliver started where most any other guy would've.

His eyes locked onto Mia's breasts, now somewhat flattened since she was lying on the bed. Even in this state, they seemed too big for her delicate and petite frame, hinting at their firmness. He raised his hands and slowly drew towards her torso, watching as Mia bit her lip and trembled wildly in expectation.

"Ah!" Mia actually yelped as his hands gently cupped her boobs over her shirt, gauging her reaction. Weakness Exploit - Pleasure indicated she was up for a lot of different things around her chest, and he had even more options when including her nipples. For now, he was content to rub and massage, taking in the sensation of the first breasts he'd ever touched.

So soft... Oliver exhaled in a state of entrenchment. But they're also really firm and spongy? Wow... I can't believe I've wasted so much of my life not playing with tits... Fixing this mistake became Oliver's number one priority.

"That feels... nice..." Mia purred as his hands began to gently caress her, squeezing softly and tracing their curves with his thumbs.

"You like this, kitten?" Oliver asked, squeezing a little harder to see what she thought.

Her back subtly arched, and her mouth fell open, her thighs grinding together beneath his hips, "Mhmm... keep going, mi amor... please..."

He couldn't turn down such an honest request, nor did he want to. Oliver continued to massage her chest, mixing up his approach and studying her reactions to every little thing he did. He wanted to become the best possible lover Mia could ever hope to have, so much so that he was currently more interested in her pleasure than his own. It helped that playing with her tits was one of the most addicting things he'd ever experienced, but deep down, he knew there was so much more fun to be had.

After a couple minutes of this, Oliver noticed that Mia didn't have it in her to try anything funny when she was the subject of affection. That made things easier for him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted while watching her become frustrated as her desires grew continually more heated. Groping wasn't enough for her, no matter how much he mixed it up, which Oliver was counting on.

Right when she looked as if she were about to complain about his pacing again, he finally turned his attention toward her nipples and traced the outline of the sharp, pointed mounds poking through her shirt.

"A-Ahhh...!" His reward came immediately, her voice rising along with her spine.

The sight and sound brought a big grin to his face as he continued teasing Mia's peaks. "You're really sensitive, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes..." Mia whined. "You know how pent-up I am right now, damn it... it's like my whole body's fucking hardwired to my clit when I get like this..."

"You don't say?" Oliver pushed the boundaries yet again, pinching the tip of her breasts somewhat less than gently and delighting in the way it forced his lover to buck her hips helplessly in pleasure.

"More-" she cried the second he stopped and returned to a massage. "More, please... please, Ollie...!"

The urge to instantly give her what she wanted was immense, but he knew the best way to make her happy was to play hard to get. "Not a bad start, but I think you can beg better than that."

"Come onnnn... I... I can't..."

Oliver reached out with his right hand, cupping her cheek and tracing his thumb along the contours of her pouty lips. "You can, and you will. Go on, now."

Mia gave another token whine of resistance before submitting to the slightest hint of pressure. "Please," Mia kissed his thumb, "N-Not just my breasts, mi amor. My nipples... please... kitten's nipples feel so good when you mess with them, so..." she kissed it again and again, each kiss louder and sloppier than the last as she pled her case, "Don't hold back. You can even be a little rougher with them if you want. Your gatita needs you. They don't feel this good when I touch them, I- AH!"

"Good girl," Oliver sighed in pure lust and not only pinched Mia's nipples harder than before but lifted them away from her chest while he did, watching as the outline of her breasts stretched beneath her shirt to follow them. "It's so cute how little it takes to get you saying the sluttiest things. Admit it. You like saying slutty things to me, don't you?" Oliver punctuated his question with a slight twist of his wrist.

Mia didn't even try to deny it, the stinging pain in her nipples hitting her in just the right way to drive her even crazier. "Sí, sí! I love it! Saying slutty things to you makes me so wet, Ollie...!"

Oliver got the impression it wouldn't be hard to make Mia say literally anything he wanted. The tantalizing thought, coupled with her erotic reactions to everything he did, dared him to do worse. As fun as pinching and pulling her nipples was, he hadn't tried out everything he wanted to just yet.

He let go of her breasts, watching them jiggle into place upon release. Mia didn't have time to complain or even register what was happening before he shifted his position, so he now lay angle with his legs wedged between hers and his torso propped up by his elbows. Her sweet smell invaded his nostrils as he drew closer to her breasts with his opened mouth, so damn close to taking what he wanted.

Oliver clamped his lips shut around the outline of Mia's nipple, taking her in his mouth, his teeth sinking in ever so slightly. Weakness Exploit - Pleasure indicated that she was really up for anything when it came to her nipples, but Oliver still made an attempt to restrain himself. He was incredibly excited and harder than ever, a recipe that could easily coax him into hurting his precious kitten if he wasn't careful.

"Mn-NNN! Ahh... AHN...!" Mia outright shrieked in response, making Oliver think it was a good thing she apologized to Zoe in advance. A small part of him was almost tempted to somehow quiet her down, but the notion didn't last for long. The thought of someone hearing what they were up to, of someone hearing how he made her feel, drove Oliver mad with lust. If anything, he wanted Mia to be even louder.

Mia was much further gone than he was, but she found it in her to take her hands and thread her fingers through his hair, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. Taking the hint, Oliver kept up what he was doing for quite some time. He sucked on her breasts regardless of the shirt in his way, licking her nipples and biting on them however he pleased.

Weakness Exploit - Pleasure was constantly changing in real-time to show him what she most wanted at any given moment, but Oliver wasn't in enough control of himself to make the most of it, and Mia didn't seem to mind, either. He was having too much fun freestyling and going all in on her tits to do anything other than bask in the taste of her flesh seeping through the fabric as he switches from one to the other, Mia continually showing her ecstasy in dozens of different ways.

In the few moments he pulled away to catch his breath, he couldn't help noticing she looked like she was in such bliss that she appeared strung out, and they'd barely even done anything. Oliver loved what he was seeing, he loved playing with Mia, and most of all, he loved Mia herself.

It didn't take much longer before she had her first long-awaited climax of the night, Mia somehow being so horny that he was able to get her off through nipple stimulation alone. He always thought that was just something you saw in hentai and didn't actually happen, but then again, Mia's libido was also straight out of hentai, and he couldn't deny the warm, trickling juices soaking her pajama shorts and pooling below her on the bed.

"Wow," Oliver said, pulling up and smiling both at her and the sudden LP gain, sexual milestones doing their job yet again. "I can't believe you just did that."

"Told... you... mi amor... my whole b-body is on fire right now... nnh..." Mia could barely speak, her breathing erratic, and she staggered between excessively breathy exhalations. "But... what about you...?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you... silly..." she smiled weakly, her fingers massaging his scalp in a way that almost made him want to moan. "Don't want to be the only one having fun here, as, um... as much as I really need it..."

"Trust me, I'm having just as much fun as you are," Oliver laughed softly.

"Somehow doubt that..." Mia pouted.

"Good thing I've got proof, then," Oliver said. What he was about to do would've taken him a lot of courage if he hadn't already been riding the high of having gotten Mia off.

Oliver sat upright and hooked his underwear with his thumb, peeling it slowly down his thigh. Mia stared at him intensely, her eyes wider than dinner plates. Though the lighting was far from ideal, he was illuminated well enough for her to watch as his throbbing erection revealed itself inch by inch until his boxers finally moved past its impressive length.

He was so hard that his cock sprang up after its release, practically slapping his belly button with how straight it stood.

Oliver waited for her to say something as Mia was stunned into silence by his half-naked debut. He almost wondered if this was too much for her and if she'd wanted him to keep his clothes on but forgot to specify.

"Okay," Mia muttered, her voice quivering in total reverence. "Maybe you are enjoying yourself."

Oliver laughed under his breath, "Told you."

"Mn... and... um... just so we're clear here... that huge thing is because of me?"

"It sure is, Mia," Oliver took things further as he hunched back into his previous position with one major difference.

This time, he angled it so that their faces were only inches apart, and his naked cock was pressed firmly against the soaked mess that had become of the bottom of her pajama shorts. The warm, sticky juices soaked him as soon as he ground his hips upwards, drawing a lurid moan from his throat as an unthinkable amount of pleasure washed over him.

"See...?" He said, fighting off an increasing sensitivity. "That's allllll you, kitten..."

"Oh my god," Mia whimpered, breathless, as she felt the stiff shaft applying pressure against her yearning slit. "Ollie... you... I... a-ah..." she was overwhelmed, unsure what to do. Acting out of instinct, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in for a kiss.

As Oliver was sucked into this embrace, Mia dialed up the intensity, constricting her thighs around his naked cock. Her shorts had ridden up, leaving nothing between him and her bare flesh soaked with cum. He shuddered from contact alone, distracted and unable to kiss her back. Inexperience was getting the best of him. The softness of her skin was so intense that if he didn't hold himself back with all he had, Oliver would lose himself in the pleasure.

And then Mia made it worse.

"You feel so warm on my skin," she purred, grinding her hips up and down, stroking his cock. "So warm, mi amor... do you like this...?"

"Yes," Oliver closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink deeper into Mia's embrace despite what it did to him.

"Good, good..." Mia smiled. "Feels good for me, too, with how big and hard you are grinding against my tight little virgin pussy..."

"Shit-"

He now knew Mia was having fun with him, enjoying the chance to briefly turn the tables. Oliver loved that she wasn't content to lie there and do nothing, but it was his role to maintain dominance, and he couldn't allow her to get away with this.

"I... didn't give you permission to do that..." he warned.

"Don't always need permission..." Mia looked up at him with a hazy yet playful look in her eyes, tilting her head. "Do I?"

"You do," Oliver growled. "And now I have to punish you..."

Pulling out all stops to delay his inevitable release, he flipped things back in his favor by drawing on the knowledge gifted to him by Weakness Exploit - Pleasure. Oliver reared his head back, opened his mouth, and took Mia by complete surprise as he bit down on her neck. Considering what he knew about her preferences, Oliver opted for a medium amount of pressure rather than starting off light and seeing how she liked it.

This was the right call.

"AH- OLLIE, HOLY SHIT!" Mia screamed, her entire body convulsing as sharp pain reverberated outwards from her neck. The distraction was successful, the grip on his cock loosening. He followed up his power move by acting on more of the icons present in the immediate vicinity, licking up to the side of her ear and nibbling on the lobe.

"You like that?" He asked in a pointed whisper while he was there.

"Mmmnnn... y-yes, but... please, mi amor... let me do nice things for you, too..."

"But..."

"It's okay," Mia was shivering from the pleasurable pain yet still kept her eyes on the prize. She surprised him by fighting back, ensnaring his cock between her thighs again and running her fingers through his hair. "We have all night. Let it out if you have to."

"I... Mia...?" Oliver's confidence was wavering thanks to Mia's insistence and overall support. Something in the way she spoke compelled him to do as she said and get it out of his system. She made him feel safe, made him want to thrust forward with his hips, and so he did.

"Mn," she purred. "There you go..."

"Mia..."

Oliver hugged Mia tight as he started rocking back and forth, her thighs doing the same as she rhythmically massaged his erection, grinding it against her dripping exterior. The pleasure was building inside of him rapidly, and things were exactly as he'd feared. He allowed his guard to slip, remembering that Mia liked him regardless of whether or not he was always dominant and in control. It was okay if he let go.

About a minute later and Oliver's cock spasmed as he pressed up against her wetness and moaned for the life of him. His body trembled, shot after shot of hot, thick love leaving his body and mixing with the juices Mia had already spilled onto her sheets. The pleasure was so intense that he froze up as he came, but Mia didn't. Her tight thighs refused to yield, milking him throughout the climax until he was left utterly breathless and in awe of the way she made him feel.

Mia looked at him the entire time he recovered from his orgasm, smiling gently but saying nothing. She continued stroking his hair, waiting patiently and maintaining a general aura of love and support. It was clear she was holding back her own desires, as every so often she shifted her hips or clamped down on his half-erect cock as if to will it back to life, but for the most part, Mia allowed herself to slow down and let this moment be his.

Even though Oliver wasn't usually the type who got tired upon finishing, he was a little tempted to nod off when Mia left him in such a state of contentment. His feverish love for her and his desire to see this through to the end kept him from doing so. He wanted to keep on going. To give her everything she wanted and ease her sexual frustration.

Before that, he needed a quick breather. Oliver hadn't yet invested in any tier three lust skills that promised to cut down on his refractory period and was still functioning on an ordinary man's sexual stamina.

"Sorry," Oliver said, looking into her eyes from above with a weary smile. "I think I made a mess of your bed."

"Noticed that, yeah," Mia chuckled. "It's fine. Not like I have room to talk."

"Are you always this messy?"

"Depends, but... no, not usually... usually only squirt if I'm really excited, and I'm pretty much always like that with you, so..." Mia shrugged.

"I think it's hot," Oliver took the opportunity to nibble her neck in another spot that wanted it, not too hard, but enough to make her feel something and string her along as he recovered.

"Mn..." Mia moaned, her back arching. "I think you're hot, mi amor. Definitely helps that you're so good at this. Almost feels like you know exactly what I want before I know I want it..."

"Keep praising me like that, and I'll get back to full strength in no time," he teased. "In the meantime, are you ready for that massage I promised?"

"Wouldn't hurt," she said bashfully. "I'll need to get off another few times if I'm ever gonna cool down tonight, anyway... good news is I'm already pretty close from all that grinding."

"Yeah? That is good news. Let's see if I can't help you with that."

Oliver sat up, surprised her by rolling Mia onto her side, slipped behind her like a big spoon, and finished his maneuver by rolling them both onto their back so that she lay across his chest with both staring at the ceiling. This position had a downside in that he couldn't see her weak points like this, but the upside was more than worth the trade-off.

"I'm going to touch you directly now," Oliver spoke firmly, his hands running up along her outer thighs and then to the rim of her baggy shirt, lifting it over her belly. "Are you comfortable with this?"

"A-Ah..." Mia shivered atop him, sensitive to his touch. "Sí, told you to do whatever you want. Don't, mn... don't want you to hold back, but maybe keep it to one or two fingers max if you're feeling... adventurous, all right?"

The suggestion was nearly too much for him to take. He could already feel himself stirring below in response, and the task ahead of him would only worsen it. "I'll keep in mind. You just focus on enjoying yourself, Mia."

"Okay..."

Oliver's inexperience had him wanting to dive straight in, common sense being all that stopped him. He knew that despite how wet and ready she was, it would be better if he worked up to fingering her. She had a lot of points on her inner thighs and groin, too, so there was no wrong way to go about this.

His right hand crept along her thigh, his fingertips sinking into Mia's youthful and supple skin. Far from the acne-ridden girl he remembered from high school, he'd yet to feel a single imperfection anywhere on her beautiful body. She twitched and sighed occasionally at his ministrations, her breathing rapidly speeding up with every touch.

He made it to the outline of her femur, then her groin. Everything was remarkably wet and sticky down there. He traced the very edges of her pubic mound, not daring to go anywhere close to the fun parts. At the same time, his opposite hand rested on her belly, the sensation summoning a profoundly contented sigh from his depths. Women were so soft. It was such an addicting revelation, and he couldn't stop himself from massaging every nook and cranny besides Mia's vagina itself.

"You weren't kidding," he whispered into her ear from behind. "You really do shave, huh?"

"Y-Yes..." she whined, finding it a struggle to speak. "Never liked how it felt, and... mn... I'm... down there often enough f-for it to... bother me..."

"That sounds about right," Oliver smiled at that, centered his hand directly over her pussy, and split his fingers to pet both puffy lips. "I like it. A lot. Makes you even softer."

"I-I'm even softer on the inside..."

"I bet you are, but there's no sense in trying to rush things. You're already close enough as it is. I figure I can finish you off like this."

"You could, but... mn...!" Mia wanted more, but it was hard to complain when his exterior massage made her feel as good as it did. She continued wiggling her hips on top of him, twitching, sighing, and taking deep breaths as Oliver continued to work.

It was the cutest thing in the world to him. If he didn't keep his compulsions in check, he knew himself well enough to know he quite literally lay there with her for hours on end, doing nothing but teasing her. This wasn't enough for him, however. He could still do more to make things even worse while delaying what she ultimately wanted.

His left hand pulled her shirt over her breasts, exposing them to the chilly air and making her sharply gasp. Fingers trailing past her abdomen and circling past her rib cage, Oliver cupped her naked breast and delighted in how it felt. So beautiful, so soft, and it was his to do whatever he wanted with. He squeezed, admiring the firmness before twisting his way down to her nipple and pulling it in time with the first brush of his finger against her labia.

Oliver barely touched her, but the anticipation drove Mia wild. She couldn't keep going on like this for much longer. "Please," Mia begged. "T-That's enough teasing for now...! I'm right there, mi amor, right there...! Just need you to slip a finger inside, and-"

Playful aggression took hold of his senses, urging him to remind Mia of his authority. He acted without thinking, pulling back on his wrist and lightly slapping her wet pussy just enough for it to sting.

"You don't tell me what to do," he warned her as she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Stupid slut."

"AHHN- Y-Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I just-"

Oliver slapped her again, his cock hardening rapidly at her agonized delight.

"You like it when I'm mean to you, don't you...?"

"YES!" Mia cried even louder.

"You love it when I slap you and call you names?"

"Yesss...!"

"Beg,"

"Fuck me up, mi amor...! Call me names, slap my pussy, abuse me however you want, I... I'm such a dirty fucking kitten. I'll love whatever you do to me so long as you do something!"

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. I didn't even have to lift a finger to make you degrade yourself, you adorable little slut. Here. Cum for me, kitten. You've earned it."

Oliver was riding the high of being in control, and Mia was riding the high of being controlled. They found themselves in each other, a single slap to the pussy meaning so much more to them than normal people could hope to understand. Oliver indulged his darker urges, hitting his masochistic pet loud enough for the slap to echo out into the wider room and make her spine arch further than ever.

Mia screamed, her hips thrusting skyward as the combination of physical and verbal abuse finished her off. "OLLIE...!!"

Another flood of juices sprayed out directly onto his hand. The sensation was curious to him, and he regarded it with interest but didn't let it stop him from giving her another slap mid-orgasm to push her to her limits. Her climax increased in intensity, and only then, right there at its apex, did Oliver make his next move. His middle finger lined itself up with her entrance and was met with no resistance when he thrust it inside.

Mia's eyes opened wide as the feeling of a finger that wasn't hers entered her for the first time. It was so much thicker than her own, somehow, and rougher, too. He wasn't even moving it, but the mere presence of it elevated her orgasm and drove her crazy.

She crashed against his hips, no longer able to keep herself upright. Mia wiggled around, trying to stir herself with his finger because Oliver was obstinate and refused to move. It was all she could do. She didn't have the strength to complain, and her throat was raw from all the screaming she'd done today, anyway.

Oliver's addiction was worsening by the moment. Mia was right- she was softer on the inside. He didn't understand. How could anything in the world be this soft? On top of that, his finger was surrounded on every side by unthinkable wetness and scorching heat. It didn't seem right to him. It somehow felt hotter than it should, but it wasn't as if he could back that up.

He delayed doing anything else to her as he adjusted to the unbelievable fact that his finger was inside a woman's vagina. It was better than anything he could've dreamed up, her clenching walls pulsing and clamping down on him, trying to milk his finger like a cock and pull him in even deeper. Then he started thinking about what it would feel like to fuck her, and Oliver suddenly knew he had to do more.

"Keep cumming," Oliver hissed into her ear. "Don't stop." His finger went to work.

"Ah! Yes... yes...!" Mia's cries sounded emotional as her climax trailed off, and he started helping her towards her next one. "W-Won't take long... this... this is better than anything I've ever done, mi amor... better than my hands... better than m-my wand... anything...!!"

Her words directly fed into his ego, motivating him to explore her tight hole with reckless abandon. "That good, huh?"

"Yes... it... cumming usually takes me a lot longer than this..." Mia continued, Oliver dialing it back to allow her to speak. "And when I got there, it was never as hard as this... if you keep going... I... I feel like I might get relief for once, Ollie. Actual relief...!!"

A lot of his darker urges subsided as he listened to her desperate words. This meant a lot to her. As much as he wanted to indulge his whims and be mean, Oliver wanted to be a loving boyfriend even more. She'd flipped a switch in him, sending him into caring and protective mode.

"You will get actual relief, Mia," he told her soothingly. "And you'll be getting it for the rest of your life because I'm always gonna be here to take care of you. Is that clear?"

Mia was silent for a moment, in awe of his words. It felt so good to be held and loved by him as it was. Hearing him say that only reinforced her heightened emotions, filling her with further love. "As crystal," she uttered, scarcely able to find her words. "Thank you..."

Satisfied with the depths of her appreciation he sensed in her voice, Oliver started taking the matter seriously. His middle finger whisked around within her, searching and studying for her smallest reactions. Even if he could see the front of Mia's body, Weakness Exploit - Pleasure didn't provide him with x-ray vision. It was up to him to figure out what she liked and how she liked it.

He proved a quick study, though it was hard to imagine Mia disliking anything he did to her. As he stroked in and out of her, caressing her warm folds and pawing at her breast, Oliver made sure to lay on the praise. Compliment after compliment came streaming out of his mouth, telling her she was beautiful, how soft and nice her body felt for him, and how she was so sexy that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

He got her to another climax within minutes but didn't let that get in the way of further pleasuring his girlfriend. He had a decent measure of where he should aim for by now, at least for a beginner, so he slipped in a second finger and started massaging what he thought was her sweet spot. If it wasn't, it was pretty damn close, as he had her howling mere moments after insertion. It was a good thing she warned him ahead of time not to push it, his second finger barely fit, and again, it left him drooling at the mouth, thinking of what it would feel like to plunge his cock deep inside and stretch her out the way nature intended.

Soon. Not today, but soon. If things kept escalating at their current breakneck pace, Oliver realized he wouldn't be a virgin for much longer. The thought stirred him into further action, and he broke out the final weapon in his current arsenal- he began stroking her clit with his thumb.

"C-Can't... hold out... much longer...!" Mia strained her voice to say, crying in ecstasy. "Gonna... gonna cum again, mi amor...!!"

"Do it," Oliver hissed into her ear. "But I'm nowhere near done with you, Mia!"

"W-What...?! I-I don't need that much more, Ollie... I... ahh.. nnnh...!"

"I said I wasn't stopping until you're completely taken care of, and I'll be the judge of when that is! Understood?"

"Yes... yesss...!!"

Mia's body gave in, cumming intensely through his relentless assault. True to his word, it didn't stop there. Oliver slipped into full-on obsessive-compulsive mode, and there was nothing that could've snapped him out of it. Physical Conditioning allowed his wrist to perform repetitive motions without getting tired or locking up so he could fully absorb himself in the act.

Oliver wasn't sure how many times he made Mia climax when he stopped or even how long he'd been doing it for, only that when he came to, his teeth were close to breaking the skin of her neck, and Mia was barely conscious, her pussy a twitchy, convulsing mess.

Shit. Kind of understating it, there... Oliver thought at his latest influx of LP.

"Mia?" He asked, winding down. "I... got a little carried away for a while, I think. Are you okay?"

"Nnn..." was all she said back to him, at least at first. Mia had to fight for every lungful of air she could suck down. After she'd had a moment to relax without his fingers going wild inside her, a thin pastiche of rational thought returned to Mia. "My... pussy... feels... so fucking raw..."

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's... the best thing..." her scratchy, tired voice purred. "Really are a man of your word, mn, mi amor...? Never felt so satisfied in my life. Ever."

"...Funny, neither have I," Oliver laughed mildly.

"Really? Only shot your load once, though..."

"That does kind of suck, sure, but it's my own fault. And besides, getting you off is just as fulfilling as getting off myself."

"God, I'm so lucky to have you..." Mia whispered in disbelief and reverence. "Promise I'll make up for this in the morning, too exhausted to do anything else right now... just... exhausted and overwhelmed by... all this..."

"You're welcome for that," he teased, already looking forward to the morning. "I'm pretty tired, too. Think I should maybe do anything about your sheets, or are we just supposed to sleep like this?"

"Mn..." Mia groaned at the thought of expending effort, tiredly removing her glasses and somehow managing to set them down on her nightstand after a few fumbled attempts. "Go grab a bunch of towels from the bathroom and lay 'em down... could also carry me back to the couch, and we could crash there, but my bed's comfier..."

"Here is fine," Oliver said as he carefully rolled Mia off of him, slipped his boxers back on, and brought back three. They covered the wet spot well enough that he couldn't feel it when he sat back down with her.

Mia summoned what was left of her strength to nuzzle herself backward into his embrace. Oliver draped his arm around her from behind and pulled the blanket over them, knocking aside some of her many stuffed animals in the process. Neither paid it any mind, too focused on cozying up with each other.

"Thank you for taking care of me, mi amor..." Mia let out a long sigh, her consciousness fading. "Gonna pass the fuck out now..."

Smiling, Oliver nuzzled into her hair and kissed the back of her neck, teasing her one last time as he said, "Don't forget about me in the morning."

"Won't..."

Mia faded out, but Oliver remained awake for some time. Somehow, his erection had subsided, and he really did feel utterly content despite how little attention he got. Everything that had just happened, including his current cuddle session with Mia, granted him a sense of emotional fulfillment greater than any number of orgasms could've given him.

As Oliver held his sleeping girlfriend in his arms, his internal BGM became completely silent until all he could hear was the sound of her breath. His heart felt warm. Fluttery. Healing bit by bit. It soon occurred to him that this was all Oliver could ever want.

No anxious thoughts raced in the back of his mind. No worries about the future looming on the horizon. No bad memories dragging him down, nothing. His head was as empty as his heart was whole, and Oliver lost himself to complete and total serenity.

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Love Addict's RPG Ch. 58

So close to the end. Just need to get the sex chapter(s?) done and then the cliffhanger. Will definitely be done within the next week, hopefully.

Also unrelated but I'm going back and getting rid of Mia calling Oliver 'Sir', didn't feel it was fitting in the end and you won't see it in the following scenes.

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Oliver was wiped. He leaned back the passenger seat as far as it could go while Mia drove them around, not even caring about the lack of fast travel. The particulars of dinner were also something he didn't care too much about. Anything was fine with him so long as it was edible.

Mia decided she would just make him something at her place rather than wasting money on takeout if that was the case, so she brought him home. Much to his embarrassment, he was so comfortable in his seat that she had to go around to his door and physically help him up. She teased him a little and said it was fine, saying he could crash on the couch while she cooked.

Mia led him into her apartment while holding hands, shouting, "Honey, I'm home," with sarcasm to her mysterious roommate. When said roommate didn't respond, Mia gestured at the couch. "Go on and chill. Gonna check in with Zoe real quick."

"Sure," Oliver took off his shoes and laid flat across her couch, sinking into its plush depths and sighing.

From this position, Oliver watched Mia knock on Zoe's door several times. There was no response. Shrugging, she opened it and stepped inside. He couldn't really see anything of the inside from his position. All he knew was that it was dark in there, save for some LED lighting that shifted from blue to pink to purple on repeat. Mia shut the door behind her after stepping in, and he didn't pick up on any of the conversation.

Mia returned a minute later, looking normal enough that he could assume the interaction went fine.

"Everything go okay in there?"

"Sí. Made sure Zoe knows I have a gentleman caller tonight and that I expect her not to disturb me if, for some reason, she spontaneously develops a fit of wanderlust and ventures outside her room," Mia walked over to her her kitchen, pausing at her island to lean over it and smiled at him from afar. "Also, I went and apologized in advance if my screaming voice breaks through her room's soundproofing."

Oliver blushed. "That didn't actually happen on Monday, did it?"

"No," Mia rubbed her right wrist, her smile becoming more suggestive. "But something tells me tonight's gonna be even crazier. Figured I'd hedge my bets."

"Please, do go on. All this flirting and sex talk is definitely gonna help me relax enough to get back my stamina."

Mia laughed softly, suddenly bashful as she told him, "Should probably stop, yeah. Happen to be pretty damn worked up, so you're gonna need it if you really wanna calm me down..."

Things became quiet between them for a moment as Oliver tried to keep himself from getting a massive erection so early in the night. Mia took this silence the wrong way, her anxiety making her think she'd teased him a little too far. "Sorry. Don't mean to get so ahead of myself, just... really, really excited."

"Trust me, I get where you're coming from," Oliver laughed. "I'm the same. Never been so excited in my life."

"...Really?"

"What? Is that so hard to believe?"

"A little, yeah..." Mia frowned, rubbing her wrist. "Don't think most guys would be so excited for a night of heavy petting and cuddling only. Let alone with, well... you know."

"Don't make me come over there and show you how beautiful I think you are," Oliver warned.

The sudden sternness in his voice activated Mia's submissiveness, giving her slight chills and a crooked smile. "Sorry, mi amor..." she mumbled hazily, adding in after a few moments of quietude. "How exactly would you show me, though...?"

"I wouldn't. I told you not to make me come over there because I physically can't right now- your couch is sucking me into another dimension, and I haven't recovered enough strength to escape yet."

Oliver's humor snapped Mia out of her lustful stupor, focusing her and making her smile. "Mn, shame. Guess we'll have to see if dinner and a nap'll perk you up enough to wiggle out of the scary couch's clutches, then. Won't we?"

He didn't have any objections to that, so Oliver closed his eyes and drifted off until she woke him up half an hour later and presented the food. She'd made something easy, blue-ribbon beef nachos. It wasn't her intention to explicitly make him Mexican food as some special statement or anything; she just happened to have the stuff for it, and they were effortless to make.

That was fine by him. Oliver meant it when he said he was down for anything. His body demanded food even more than it did before his nap, and he happily scarfed dinner down with reckless abandon. Mia expected this and brought him another plate after the first. Having someone cook for him was a little weird but ultimately nice. Definitely something he could get used to, especially since Mia was pretty damn great at it.

"Had enough?" She asked once she was finished with hers. "Was gonna bring the rest to Zoe, but you need it way more than she does after all that ass-kicking."

"No, I'm good. Go ahead and give it to Zoe. Thanks, though. You should've told me you knew how to cook. That was great!"

"Figured you knew by now that surprises are kind of my thing," Mia smiled out of self-satisfaction. "How're you feeling, by the way?"

"A lot better, actually. Almost as good as I did before the fight."

"Yeah, that sounds about right..." Mia raised a brow, noticing his lack of bruising or a swollen face. "You always heal this fast?"

"I do when lewd activities are on the line," Oliver dodged the question, hoping she'd find it charming enough to drop the line of questioning.

Luckily, she did.

"Course you do," Mia sighed teasingly, piling up their dishes and bringing them to the sink, where she promptly soaked them. Then, she carried a plate of nachos to her roommate's dwelling.

When Mia opened the door, Zoe's sharp voice carried out of her soundproofed room this time. "-bro, bro, bro. I am NOT fucking saying that. I don't give a shit how much you tip! Go get your creepy ASMR fix from some slut who's desperate enough to deepthroat their microphone. I'm trying to fucking game here! Chat, can you believe this shit? I fucking can't, I... wha? Fuck're you basement-dwelling smegma-suckers spamming 'housekeeping is back' for, I don't have housekeeping, I-"

Mia closed the door behind her, leaving Oliver to grow even more curious about Zoe's stream than he already was. She was only in there for a few seconds, but it was enough for Mia to sigh upon her exit.

"You've really got to introduce us one of these days," Oliver teased. "Zoe sounds simply delightful."

Mia laughed, unamused. "Rather not think about that eventual crossover episode right now, mi amor. Rather get you fixed up with your dessert."

"Is that a metaphor, or..."

Mia laughed, this time amused. "Prolly will be one of these days. Meant it more literally this time. Made you a little something after I got home from work today. Hold on."

She went over and got something from the fridge before sitting beside him on the couch. Two small paper plates were pressed together in her hands, a subtle blush on her cheeks as she smiled nervously. "Here," she extended her hands. "Little late on the draw here, but it didn't go so great the first time I tried this, so..."

Oliver slowly reached out and took his dessert from Mia, anxious to see why she was treating it like such a big deal. After he removed the upper plate, he understood what it all meant. His heart skipped, overwhelmed like it got last night when she sent him the drawing she'd made for him, though this was admittedly even more exciting.

Inside was a decently-sized Valentine's Day heart chocolate that rivaled anything you'd get out of a box. It had red frosting running along the borders like elegant trim, and in the center, white frosting spelled out the words 'You Won!' in fancy cursive script. Oliver looked at the chocolate and then at Mia, noticing how nervous she got the longer he went without saying anything.

"This is... amazing, Mia..."

"Don't know if I go that far, but..."

"I would," Oliver stressed, watching as her expression eased from the praise. "So... when you called out to me after work last Wednesday...?"

"Yeah," Mia rubbed her wrist and looked away. "Had this whole thing planned, was gonna try and confess to you, see if I couldn't get the ball rolling... maybe even try to jog your memory and see if you remembered me, but, well... there's a reason I can't get too upset with you whenever you drop the ball, mi amor. Not much better, myself."

Oliver's emotions ran wild, his pulse pounding with love and affection. This right here- this was what he was fighting for. He acted without thinking. He placed the chocolate on the coffee table and grabbed Mia by her shoulders, gently pulling her into optimal kissing range.

She was surprised by the suddenness but was far from put off.

Mia sank into their kiss, enjoying the moment of intimacy for all it was worth. No one was here to see them going at it this time. It was just the two of them, alone with their feelings and with all the time the world to explore them. The kiss lasted for five minutes, never becoming too raunchy but skirting the line often enough for them both to feel a little worked up when they were done.

They smiled at each other in the aftermath, both blushing and nervous.

"I wasn't sure what to say to all that," Oliver confessed. "Hope that got across how thankful I am."

"Tempted to say it didn't, but I'm not ready to get carried away just yet," she laughed softly.

"If I went and checked your fridge, I wouldn't find an identical chocolate with the words 'You Lost!' on it, would I?"

"No, of course not," Mia smirked. "Counted on you winning because you told me would. I'm a good little kitten who does what she's told, sí?"

"You really are a good kitten, aren't you...?" Oliver sighed dreamily at how lucky he was, even if saying the kitten part out loud was still somewhat embarrassing.

"I am. Could always train me to be a better one, though..." Mia momentarily let her words hang in the air, enjoying how her suggestion tormented Oliver and made him so desperately desire to pounce her. Before she'd let him, however, they had a prior arrangement she had yet to honor.

"Mind waiting a sec, mi amor? Wanted to go grab a few things and slip into something more comfortable."

"I don't think there's a man alive who would say no to that," he said, still halfway distracted by the thought of training her and wondering if he'd missed the most opportune time to give her the present he'd brought her.

"Good. Un momento." Mia smiled warmly and headed towards her room, closing the door behind her. That was already exciting enough, but the notification that cropped up after she did only tripled Oliver's anticipation.

Finally! Oliver pumped his fist since no one was looking. It was still so surreal to him how fast he got Mia to her second Heart Event. It'd only been two days since he'd cleared her first, and here they were again. He could scarcely imagine what was about to happen. The first Heart Event was an emotional affair leading up to her becoming his girlfriend. If that was anything to go off of, their relationship was about to ramp up even more than it already had...

Oliver could scarcely wait for her to finish up in there, every second feeling drawn out and miserable as he sat on the edge of his seat nibbling at his chocolate- which was absolutely delicious, by the way. God, she couldn't be more perfect if she tried...

He had to immediately rescind this thought the moment she stepped out of her room. Mia emerged as the BGM shifted to a more slow and sensual version of her theme song. She'd changed while away and was now wearing a big, oversized T-shirt with a funny picture of a cat holding a knife and a pair of pajama shorts. It wasn't the sexiest outfit in the world, but it might as well have been judging by Oliver's reaction.

What really elevated it was how oversized the shirt was. The neckline dipped a little low, and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing anything underneath, as the pajama shorts were only visible when she moved. Her legs made up for what they lacked in length by having decently thick upper thighs, bigger than he'd expect on such a short girl. They looked so soft, and her dark, dusky skin drew him in and refused to let his attention span go.

The fact that Mia was clearly not wearing a bra might've had a little something to do with his excitement, as well. Just a little. He couldn't see anything poking through- not yet- but they jiggled freely as she moved, getting Oliver halfway to drooling.

Mia was pleased by his reaction, though she said nothing, not having it in her to tease him for staring. It was good enough for her as long as it had the intended effect. She needed her courage for more important things, namely the arm full of sketchbooks she carried.

"Oh, shit," Oliver remembered as soon as she sat next to him and placed all of the books on the table save for one, which she kept in her hand. "I totally forgot you were gonna show me your art tonight."

Mia hesitated giving it to him, holding the last book against her chest. "Are you not feeling up to it right now? We can wait, I just-"

"No, no! I've been waiting ages for this. I'm just saying there was so much going on today that it slipped my mind. That's all."

Now assured, Mia lowered her guard and slowly extended the sketchbook to him. "...Okay. Don't be surprised if I get quiet while you flip through it, though. Rather let everything you see speak for itself before discussing it."

Oliver took what was offered delicately, like it was a sacred text meant to be revered. He studied how nervous she was, no doubt thinking back to the last time one of her sketchbooks ended up in his hands. "You sure you're ready?"

"Appreciate that you care enough to check, but yeah, I'm sure..." Mia gave him a weak smile and rubbed her wrist while shifting around uncomfortably. "Go on, then."

At her behest, he cracked open the first page and was immediately met with pornographic sketches. Oliver gave her a side glance, noticing her smile looked a touch more apologetic than it was a second ago. It made him laugh softly before turning his attention back to the page.

The sketches themselves were wonderful. Oliver maintained his belief that she was on the level of most professional hentai artists able to make a career of their work, if not better. It wasn't even biased towards his girlfriend that made him think this, but his experience as a frequent consumer of such material.

Putting aside the quality, Oliver started to look more closely at the subjects Mia drew. Every page was a shotgun blast of differing things, though he was clearly looking at a book dedicated primarily to studies. Not many illustrations seemed fully finalized to his untrained eyes, Oliver believing more that these were focused on quantity, allowing Mia to refine her fundamental techniques through repetition and iteration.

There were studies of breasts, vaginas, asses, penises, faces, hairstyles, different types of lingerie, and so much more. Most of these studies were rendered in pencil, but some were taken a bit farther through pen and ink. The best ones were the figure drawings, where Mia included most of the body and put everything she'd studied into practice. More often than not, these figure drawings were females of varying body types. He recognized a decent chunk of the characters, while others might've been wholly original as far as he could tell.

As he progressed through the first sketchbook, these figure drawings became more sexual in nature and were no longer limited to a single character per study. The characters on the pages were touching themselves, kissing, fucking, and everything in between. Well, maybe not everything. Oliver didn't notice any extreme fetishes, but there did seem to be a running theme of male domination more often than not. Not much of a surprise, but there were a few other running themes that were more so.

He was about halfway through the book when he finally felt the need to comment on it.

Oliver looked over at her again, noticing how red Mia's face was and that she was sweating. He wasn't sure if she was embarrassed, terrified, or maybe even aroused, but before he said a word, he took a step towards easing her by placing his hand on her thigh. It made things worse for a moment as she was startled by the sudden contact, but the next thing he knew, her hand was holding his, and she was smiling awkwardly.

"Any thoughts?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Well, my biggest thought is that you're fucking wasting away working at a shitty grocery store. You should be doing this full-time, and I'll stand by that on my dying breath."

"...Wouldn't be opposed," she gulped, her face somehow now a thousand times more red. "Just not really in the cards right now."

"Why's that?"

Mia's entire vibe shifted as she frowned, and Oliver immediately understood that this wasn't a good topic to pursue. "Life gets in the way, you know how it is," she zipped past with a quick excuse, changing the subject immediately. "Anything else come to mind, mi amor?"

Pressing her during the middle of her second Heart Event hardly seemed like the best idea to Oliver. If she wanted him to talk about it, she would've. He figured that right now was more about getting to know Mia through her art, so he focused on that instead.

"It comes to my attention that you draw a lot of naked ladies," Oliver phrased it elegantly.

This softened her up a little bit, and she let out a tiny laugh. "Just so happens I do."

"Any special reason for that?"

"Girls are generally more fun for me to draw," she shrugged. "Reckon my repressed bisexuality might factor into the equation somewhat, too, I guess. Hard to say."

This wasn't so much a revelation as much as it was confirmation. Oliver wasn't surprised to hear this or bothered by it. If anything, he found it a little amusing.

"Really dead set on being the most stereotypical lapsed Catholic you can be, aren't you?"

Mia lightened up and laughed, "Sí, mi amor. I specifically chose to wire my brain for maximum comedic effect."

"More people should do that," Oliver joked. "I mean, if it's that easy..."

She smirked, letting a couple seconds pass before asking, "Getting the sense you don't care all that much?"

"Not really? Or at least, that's what I would say if there weren't a staggering amount of group sex sketches featuring one man and multiple women," Oliver said, flipping through the pages rapidly to see if he noticed any exceptions. "Like, I would've expected some gangbang pics or at least a few devil's threesomes mixed in, but no, it's pretty much all male/female/female plus all the way down..."

"It's just my thing," Mia shrugged. "Bradley said it was your thing, too, by the by."

"Of course he did..." Oliver shut his eyes in frustration, wondering what else his trusted wingman might've told his cheerleading squad when he wasn't around to stop him.

"Was he lying?"

"Well... no, but..."

"Mn..." Mia looked up thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Now you know why I was so frustrated at mi hermanos, sí?"

"I think so, but I'd like to hear you say it out loud so that I don't make an ass out of myself,"

Mia smiled, laughing quietly to herself. "Dumbasses were all worked up trying to protect me from something I'm actively interested in experiencing..."

Oliver then knew two things about his current situation that he hadn't a few moments prior. The first was that he was in dangerous waters, and the second was that the universe might've been trying to send him a message. If what she was saying was true, Mia was perfect for him in even more ways than he already thought. It was cosmically convenient.

"Spell it out for me a little more clearly? Still feels like I'm one or two pages behind."

"Saying that while you don't get a license go around and turn into a piece of shit on me, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if those idiotas were right about your inevitable ascension to Fuckboi Supreme..." Mia looked at him again, smiling awkwardly as she touched his thigh. The expression on her face clearly communicated how weird she knew all this was, and before he could say anything else, she clarified further. "Wasn't exactly in a rush to share any of this, just so you know. It's not integral to my happiness that we inevitably mess around in, mn... this sort of way... but it's a little hard to show you my art without owning up to it."

Oliver closed his eyes, reflecting on everything he'd heard. "So, again. Just to make sure I'm not getting anything wrong. I entered into the first relationship of my life only to discover after the fact that the girl I'm crazy about is an open-minded bisexual who thinks the only thing hotter than being owned and dominated by me is sharing me."

"...Stranger things have happened?" She asked, sounding quite uncertain. Mia's awkward smile grew even more so as a bead of sweat ran down her brow. "Just think of it like winning the girlfriend lottery."

"I already thought I won the girlfriend lottery, now I'm just in this surreal state of constantly wondering 'what the fuck even is this'..." Oliver laughed. He then shot her an accusatory glance. "So, is the reason you got on my case about Rebecca the other day because you want me to hook up with her, or what?"

"Mn? No, not specifically. Unless you want me to put in a good word for you?" She managed a teasing grin.

"...One thing at a time, Mia,"

"Not hearing a 'no'..." Mia noted, to which Oliver blushed and looked away. She continued talking, explaining, "Jokes aside, I don't have some explicit agenda to hook you up with my friends or anything, no. Just noticed she was crushing on you and thought I'd tease you a little about it. That, and it was kinda fun seeing you squirm."

Oliver shook his head in disbelief and continued flipping through the sketchbook, laughing mildly. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"And you aren't?" She cocked her head.

"No, I'm way worse than that. I'd go so far as to say I'm emotionally stunted to hell and back. Shit, I can barely handle flirting with you while keeping my shit together, so the thought of anything more than that is just beyond the pale..." Oliver closed the first sketchbook and placed it on the table.

Mia surprised him by taking his hand and sandwiching it between hers, rubbing the upper layer reassuringly. "Again, this is more me just saying, 'hey, I'm into this' and it's cool if you aren't. That said, you clearly got some issues to work through. Noticed there seems to be a lot of tension going on with Stacy in particular. What's going on there, mn?"

"I could ask you the same question," Oliver gave her a playful smile.

She initially didn't react much to the accusation, admitting, "She's hot? Not exactly proud of it given what she did, and I think it'd take a lot for us to become actual friends, but..." Mia paused, looking away as her thoughts trailed off. "She was real nice to Becca today. Really went out of her way to help her feel more comfortable, and no one asked her to do that. I gotta give her credit for that."

"Yeah, that was nice of her," Oliver admitted. "And you've pretty much described where I'm at with my thoughts on Stacy. It's confusing."

"I can imagine," Mia frowned, squeezing his hand tight. "Not everyone deals with their trauma the same way, mi amor. From what I've seen, you're the type who heals best by confronting the source. Want you to know I support that, even if things start getting weird between you. The boss lady, though...? Gonna need you to explain that one to me because 'satisfaction pings' doesn't cut it."

Oliver blushed bright red, cursing everything he owned up to in his moment of vulnerability the other night. He explained himself in a fluster, stating, "It's nowhere near as convoluted as everything going on with Stacy. I just caught Tessa in a weird mood a couple times this last week, and I don't know... you how when someone who's usually really mean shows off a nicer side, and you start thinking maybe they aren't as bad as you thought?"

"Sí. Think there might've been a Disney movie about that." She stared at him with unflinching sarcasm.

"No, I'm like... eighty percent sure this isn't Stockholm syndrome..."

"Don't gotta keep lying to me, mi amor," Mia jabbed him in the ribs playfully. "It's the tits. Admit it."

"Whatever it is, Tesaa's not a big deal," Oliver stressed.

"And Stacy is?" She asked with a thoughtful glare and a tilt of her head.

"The only big deal in my life right now is you. While I definitely think it's hot that you're into the idea of sharing me and, ah... maybe playing around with other girls together... I'd rather take things slow and get used to being together before we complicate things any more than that."

"Well, yeah," Mia blushed. "Want to enjoy having you all to myself, too. We're just talking about this, Ollie, and even then, it's mostly because it's relevant to my art. Only been dating for three days."

Oliver smiled at that and slowly took her hand. "For right now, you're more than enough for me, Mia."

"Mn," she closed her eyes and gently smiled. "'For right now', huh? How romantic."

"I just can't win against you," he sighed at his poor phrasing.

"More like you can't win against yourself," Mia rested her head briefly on his shoulder. "Thought I made it clear how you've already won the jackpot with me, but maybe I'll have to hammer home the message as soon as we take this back to my room..."

Oliver gulped and looked down at the rest of the sketchbooks. "Might be a while at this rate. I've still a lot to go through."

"Could always put that off till tomorrow," Mia reached out with her foot and pushed her sketchbooks to the opposite end of the coffee table, drawing attention to her bare leg and its smooth perfection. "Didn't think I'd get so worked up watching you look at my porn, but I guess that and all the talk about sharing you really got me going... now all your kitten wants is to play, mi amor..." her voice was soft as she spoke these teasing words, the sultriness only enhanced by her sensual whispering.

"Speaking of playing with kittens," Oliver took the present from his inventory, knowing he wouldn't get a better segue than that. "I got you a little something."

Mia was caught off guard, the burst of confidence she used to tease him dissipating as soon as she was put on the spot. She took note of the small box he now held in his hands, then said, "The fuck you did. Take it back. I still haven't recovered from all your spoiling on Monday..."

"You're not the one in charge here last time I checked," Oliver absorbed the confidence Mia had shed, using it against her and infusing his voice with a commanding tone. "Isn't that right?"

She paused momentarily from the change in his behavior, letting it sink in as a pleasant shiver ran down her spine, and she bit down her lower lip. Stubbornness refusing to buckle so easily, Mia made one more token attempt at resistance. "Sí, but..."

"Take it," he extended his hand, his expectation clear. "You'll like it," Oliver claimed, though he was more than a little uncertain about the truth in that statement. This could really go either way.

Mia struggled for a few more seconds until she let up and begrudgingly allowed herself to be spoiled. She took the box, but in the eyes for permission to open it, and then did so after he nodded. Her eyes went wide as soon as she saw the contents, and her face reddened almost comically. She opened her mouth to say something but found no words.

"Well?" Oliver asked, hoping his anxiety wasn't apparent in his voice.

"Still processing this," she admitted. "Give me a second."

Oliver did, admittedly enjoying the adorable way she locked up while staring at her present. The longer she took, the more emboldened he became. He reminded himself that Mia would like it better if he was dominant and knew this was the best chance to strike and get her burning even hotter than she already was. Now more than ever, being sure of himself would get him far.

"I don't like the one you usually wear. It's really bland and generic. I thought something a little more personalized would suit you better."

Mia gulped, her interest rising and a crazy idea forming in her mind. "It's just a cheap one I found online. Thought if I started wearing it at work, you might think it was hot and try and talk to me... honestly, though? It's so crappy that it'd probably snap right off if someone pulled hard enough..."

Oliver stared at her, dialing back his disbelief as he looked for context clues to see if she was actually implying what he thought she was before he acted on an assumption. She was still biting her lip as her eyes kept darting back and forth despite how hard she tried to keep them focused on him, but within those eyes was the unmistakable glimmer of expectation. He couldn't believe it; this was an even better reaction than he dared hope for, and he gave the girl what she wanted.

"Ah-!" Mia yelped as Oliver's hand reached out, hooked his fingers under the choker around her neck, and pulled softly at first to test the resistance, then yanked it much harder to prove her correct. The thing was as cheap as it looked, the metal clasp snapping moments after he challenged it with his strength.

Ripping off Mia's old choker made him feel far more masculine and powerful than any boxing match ever could, and the drunk look on her face directly after he'd been so forceful with her was nearly enough to snap Oliver's self-control in two. He held the old one in his hand for a moment before carelessly discarding it on the ground like the trash it was.

"There we go," Oliver brushed his fingertips across her now bare neck, loving how she grew chills from his touch. "Now all we have to do is put the new one on."

"Yes," Mia responded in a dreamlike haze. She offered up the collar, impatiently waiting for it to be fastened where it belonged. "Please, I want everyone to see me for what I am..."

Now he was the one getting chills. It was a really adventurous decision to get her a choker in such a style, but all this talk about Mia being his kitten corrupted him into doing it. Oliver took both ends, clasped it at the back, and admired his handiwork.

This was a much fancier choker than the one she used to wear. It was black leather and segmented in the front, with two silver chains connecting the otherwise separate halves. One chain ran horizontally while the other, longer chain arched downwards where a heart-shaped loop hung from the bottom. This loop could easily be used to attach a leash, but currently, all that was attached was a little nameplate in the shape of a cat's head. A tiny paw print in the corner was featured on the nameplate, and Mia's name was engraved across the center.

Oliver was still pretty surprised that the sex shop had a machine for custom nameplates, but it made sense when he thought more about it, and at least he didn't end up having to go to a pet store for it.

Mia was staring at him breathlessly, waiting for him to say something. Instead, he wanted to tease her a little. Oliver cupped his chin between forefinger and thumb, narrowing his eyes and keeping quiet.

"W-Well...? How do I look, mi amor...?" Mia found her voice once she could no longer take it.

He still didn't answer her. Instead, he took his cell phone and snapped a surprise picture of her. Oliver selected the photo, flipped his phone around, and showed it off to her, saying, "You look like you're mine," as confidently as he could. "And you're going to wear it everywhere you go from now on, understood?

Mia's pupils dilated as she registered the command, her fingers reaching up to trace the edges of her nameplate. There was a stark difference between this collar and the last. The nameplate left zero ambiguity as to whether or not it was a sex thing, and most ordinary people would pick up on that impression the moment they saw it.

Asking her to wear it around in public was the most daring and dominant move he'd made on Mia yet, but she quickly showed him how the risk had been worth it. Her facial expression reached new levels of depravity, and her panting increased at a rapid rate as she struggled to process what she'd been told to do in any meaningful way. She was too distracted by primal feelings of lust and submission to do anything but obey.

"Anything you want," she exhaled. "I'll wear it everywhere and anywhere, so long as it makes you happy..."

"God, you're such a good fucking girl, Mia..." Oliver secretly made the new photo his phone's background before stashing it away and surprising her by losing his inhibition and hooking his arm around her waist. She picked up on what he wanted her to do pretty quick, allowing him to roll her onto his hips so that Mia straddled him nice and proper, the metal of her nameplate clinking softly against her chains as she moved.

They stared into each other's eyes briefly before kissing, but Oliver didn't let this drag on for as long as Mia expected. She looked at him with disappointment until he hugged her tight and whispered a question into her ear.

"What are tonight's boundaries?"

Mia got chills as his words reverberated throughout her being. "A-Ah, um... still... feeling a bit shy, so... I'd like to keep the lights off and my clothes on, but... aside from that... I'm okay with just about anything you want, mi amor..."

"Mmn," he made a show of growling into her ear. "I think I can work with that. So we're allowed to touch each other today?"

It took her a moment, but Mia nodded sheepishly. He loved the contrast between this side of her that only he got to see, her every move drawing on his aggressive desires to love and be loved as hard as possible. He wasted no time in exercising the touching privilege, groping her ass through her pajama shorts like he'd wanted to for ages now. Equal parts fat and firm, he sank through the fabric and felt the warmth of her flesh as she let out a gasp.

Oliver wasn't done, but he wouldn't accomplish much in the living room. He passed the most crucial test of his strength check that day by standing up and keeping Mia close to his chest the entire time. Mia was shocked by this sudden action but adapted quickly. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and interlaced her fingers with his curly black hair to push his face forward into hers, leaving him no choice but to make out with her as he walked her to her room.

He briefly let go of her butt long enough to open the door, check the inside for a lock, and close it after finding out there wasn't one. The lights were already off when Oliver arrived, but it wasn't completely dark thanks to a crack in Mia's curtains, allowing him to faintly see where he was going. She almost tripped him by hooking her big toe along the rim of his shorts and peeling them off, but Oliver couldn't fault her for her impatience.

He wanted this as bad as her, if not more, and it was time for him to claim his reward.

At long last, Oliver broke their kiss by wrenching Mia off of him and dropping her down on her bed lightly enough for it not to hurt but roughly enough to give her a nice thrill. She looked up at him with adoring eyes and an expression that begged for him to touch her and do his worst.

"Remember," she warned, contrary to her inner desires. "Don't let me get too carried away, mi amor..."

"I won't," Oliver promised. He might've been nervous, but he wouldn't allow himself to fuck this up. He loved her too much to disappoint her, and as he focused on that intense feeling of love coursing through his veins in dire need of expression, he knelt down and got on the bed with his expectant kitten.

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