(Upgrade: Level 1, LOVE HURTS)

That's a no-brainer, actually.

If there's even a single possibility to gain an advantage on Reagan, I need to take it.

Should it be the "peer pressure" thing or the "making her fall in love with me by whipping her ass" thing?

...

The "making her fall in love with me by whipping her ass" thing.

LOVE HURTS – L1

The subject's love towards the user will increase the more the user makes them feel physical pain. The subject's intelligence will also decrease.

Huh?

Intelligence?

That's a new one.

This was pretty much the first time ever that the app claimed it could edit someone's intelligence.

I mean it made sense, it could manipulate all their other emotions... So why not that as well?

But right now it was pointless. It wasn't anything I could use. There was no way to hurt her from this distance, and even if I could, so what? She'd get so dumb that... well, she'd be less of a threat, therefore making that feature actually pretty useful.

What about that "love"-part of it?

I did whip her pretty good. Did she love me already?

Probably not. If she didn't even remember who I was, there was no way she could currently "love" me.

A thought flashed through my head. I quickly checked the phone again.

Yeah, her identity lock was still on.

But... I couldn't assume that would remain the case.

I had more than a decent amount of reasons to suspect that there was another user, who also had an "identity lock" on her.

That person could, theoretically, unlock Reagan at any time. Making every single memory flood back into her head, which would make things extremely dangerous for me.

I decided to take advantage of a feature in the app I didn't really care about before.

You see, there were notification settings. And it was quite extensive.

I could set notifications for almost anything in the app. If, for example, Gretchen's love-score rose up, I could be immediately notified. If Henrika's current price changed, I could get an immediate update in my head. Hell, I could even turn off the "submission point"-notifications.

So far I had left everything on default. I didn't need constant updates, I had a feeling it could scramble my brain.

But this lock... This Reagan identity-lock... I needed to know the fucking second it switched off, so I could switch it back on.

Luckily, there was an option for that. It was called "notify me when subject's settings change".

Until now, I really didn't even see the point of that one, since I was the one doing the changes. Why would I need to notified immediately after making them?

But now... It was like the app designers could foretell something like this. And that... That scared me more than anything else.

I switched the notification on, desperately hoping that it had the power to wake me up too. I'd never experienced any woman's SP changing while I was sleeping, so I wouldn't know.

Then again... the app did have a "do not disturb"-schedule you could set, signifying that these alerts could indeed wake you up.

I sighed. There was nothing else I could do right now. The four of us had to get the fuck out of here.

I hurried the bitches to the car.

Lana got on the front seat next to me, and Anna smushed herself into the backseat.

Gloria tried getting in as well, but I prevented her from entering.

"No. You stay out. The less we're seen together the better."

"What!? No fair, daddy... Wait, are you still angry at me?"

"Yes, I'm obviously still angry at you, you dumb cocksleeve. I'd punish you more if I'd have time. Right now, focus on doing the task I told you to do earlier."

"What? Oh, you mean the note thingy?"

"Yes. Find the exact quote from Maria's papers. It was something about frogs or something."

"Oh yeah! I actually did that already! Look!"

She dug out her phone, and showed me a pic.

"It was actually kinda easy, Maria was so angry about leaving the magazine, she barely paid any attention to what I was doing."

There it was. She had managed to find the exact notation that had saved my life.

Frank. Rain. 14th. Frogs Will Bloom.

I would never forget these sainted words again. And this time... This time I would find out their actual meaning. I had to.

I quickly sent the pic to my phone, and handed Gloria's phone back to her.

"Am I forgiven, daddy?" she asked in a sickly sweet tone.

I scoffed. "Absolutely not. Never expect a reward for obeying my orders. Only for going above and beyond. "

"Okay, yeah... but, ummm, daddy... When will we-"

I had enough of her whining and closed the door on her face.

I started up the engine and sped out of the parking lot.

All was clear.

For now.

Driving away, I suddenly realized I didn't have a clear plan where to go.

I was still stressed out of my mind, and it was hard to focus.

The playing field had suddenly jumped into different dimensions with all these new revelations.

Nothing was easy and fun anymore. I was still sweating from the stress.

Nobody in the car spoke.

It was easy to see that the two still felt guilty about the shitstorm in the basement, and apologizing for it would only make me angrier.

They sensed right. I didn't want anything to interrupt my flow of thought right now. It already felt like my head was about to explode.

All of a sudden, I could feel a hand on my crotch.

It was Lana's.

I wanted to push it away and tell her to continue her apology some other day... but her touch was exceedingly light.

Gentle.

Annoyingly so.

My cock wasn't feeling that energetic after all the fucking and the stress, so her touch was only distracting.

But I drove on. Not even turning my head to her.

Then... the zipper was slowly pulled down.

Her head lowered to my lap.

My cock was still flaccid. Hopefully she'd take that as a sign.

Nope.

I could feel her hot breath tickling it. I could hear her licking her lips hungrily.

Naturally, there was only so much Little Jack could take.

Mentally, I was so far from desiring a blowjob as any sane man could be. I was very close to just roughly pulling her up by her hair, spitting on her face and calling her a disgusting, cock-hungry slut who'd have to starve without getting mine.

It was what she deserved.

But for some reason... I didn't.

I let her slowly lick and kiss Little Jack back to life.

I could hear Anna-Marie's breathing tensing up in the backseat as well.

Fuck this. I didn't want to live in a constant erotic stimulation. I had a real-life super serious issues I needed to solve, and one of them wasn't another emptying of my balls.

But something about Lana's actions intrigued me.

This wasn't an order. And yeah, sure, she wanted to make things up to me... but she was smart enough to realize a single blowjob was never gonna be enough.

No, no... This was somehow different.

She was slowly taking me all the way in her mouth. Her tight throat constricting my cock like a virginal pussy.

I think Anna-Marie was playing with herself in the backseat.

They were both still very quiet.

Like good submissive playthings.

Lana was learning not to gag that much, plus her sucking speed was smooth and slow.

It was very... relaxing.

Usually, at this point, I'd grab her hair and skullfuck myself to climax.

But I didn't feel like doing that.

No. This was somehow different.

Was she... Could she actually be...

Trying to calm my nerves down?

She saw how stressed I was, and... decided to give me a helping mouth?

In a loving, truly submissive way?

There was a worshipping quality to her cocksucking that made me want keep it going.

I could tell by her pace that she wasn't trying to make me cum.

Edging me just the right way, keeping me in a constant height of pleasure.

She wanted this to last. As long as I wanted it to last.

And I just... surrendered into it.

The lights of the city flashed by as I kept driving. The pace of Lana's cocksucking had such a smooth, monotone pace. Together, both had a hypnotizing effect on me.

I could feel how my heartbeat slowly settled down. Soon I wasn't even thinking about the sexy redhead treating my cock like a neverending lollipop. It just felt... natural.

I let all of the events of the evening slowly form themselves again in my head.

This time, without stress. Without hurry.

Little by little, the new realities and my plans transformed themselves into puzzle pieces, somehow joining together with a satisfying "click".

By the time my seed was dripping down Lana's chin, I knew exactly what I had to do next.

MADELINE

I... I was so confused.

My stomach was in knots.

It had been only a few hours since I had confessed my love for Jack, something that until the words actually came out of my mouth... I wouldn't have believed myself.

It was followed by the biggest orgasm of my life. Twice- no, easily ten times bigger than anything I had ever experienced with Michelle.

And that... That was followed by a gut-wrenching guilt I felt for betraying Michelle.

So there I was. Lying on our kitchen floor, holding our beloved rainbow-colored double dildo, the floor covered in my juices, and crying like a baby. For nearly an hour.

My feelings were such a jumbled mess. I couldn't make sense of anything. Did I love Jack? Or Michelle? Or both? One more than the other? Was this all just... lust? Did I actually love anyone? Was I the worst person on planet Earth?

Then Michelle came in. I managed to quickly clean myself up a little, just by **** of panic.

She sought me out. I was all ready to give her a hug and a kiss, but she stopped me.

She stared at my eyes.

Then I realized they had to be so red from all the crying.

I tried to think up an excuse, but Michelle stayed silent.

She just pushed me down by my shoulders, until I was on my knees.

Then she dropped her pants. And panties.

This kind of power play wasn't new for us, it was just the... timing was so freaking weird. It was the first time we had seen each other all weekend.

But, silently, she just pushed my head in her pussy. And like the good, guilty girl I was... I licked.

Sigh.

I wished that was the end of the weirdness.

In the end, I couldn't lick her to orgasm. Like all those other times we had tried all month.

But...

I was the one who orgasmed. Again.

There was another taste inside Michelle.

It was white, and gooey. Salty, yet indescribably sweet.

And it was a taste I could never forget.

A taste that caused my pussy to burn, and turn into a sprinkler.

Jack's taste.

She had... Jack's cum. Inside her pussy.

When I recovered from my hot orgasm, we just stared at each other.

Neither of us spoke.

Michelle just looked depressed, and went to bed.

Naturally, I wanted to ask why was Jack's flavor inside her... But you couldn't ask a question like that without revealing you knew what Jack's flavor was.

Yeah, so... Do I have to repeat it?

I was confused. Really, really confused.

Had I imaged that flavor inside her? Because if it actually was Jack... The implication was...

...

I still decided to sleep next to her. Even if she had something to be guilty about, so did I. In fact I might be the guiltiest person inside this house, no matter what she had done.

She looked so sad that I almost gave into hugging her.

But no.

Not with these disgusting thoughts still running inside me.

Not while I was still trying to lick the inside of my mouth, between my teeth, to find any traces of "Jack" as I slowly circled my clit.

I even considered diving between Michelle's legs again. Not to please her, but to find that mindblowing flavor again.

I had to... taste it again.