A Moment of Passion

(John's PoV)

I was expecting more of an explosion from Cotton. There's no way she didn't realize what was going on when she walked in. And that jersey! I almost feel bad for the other girls.

I should've gotten her Stargram. Serves me right for teasing her.

I have no idea how Maria contorted herself to fit in the cabinet. And so quickly, too. I told her we shouldn't mess around in the break room.

I’m surprised by how entranced Cotton was with my bulge. I could see the hunger in her eyes whenever she looked at it. Is that how she feels when guys stare at her tits?

If so, it’s something we both need to get used to. The future is only bigger for us.

To let my arousal subside I check QuestMaster. I want to see how Mat’s transgender is coming.

Name: Mattison
Surname : Weaver
Gender: Female (25%)
Age : 23
Level : 15
Class: Streamer Housewife
Perks : Cleaning II, Unrestricted Access, Sweet Voice II, Cooking I, Massage I, Small Talk II, Beauty I, Charisma I, Empathy I, Streaming I, Popularity Boost I, Femininity III, House Decorator I
Perk Points : 0

Looks like Mat’s transformation will be complete by tomorrow night. I’ll need to plan a special night for her. I can get a Friday dinner reservation and we’ll see where things go.

[Mat, while you’re getting clothes get something nice for dinner on Friday. I want to take you someplace special.]

The reply came back heart eye emojis. Mat deserves a big night.

Rita completed an advanced quest. [+7 xp] [+7 bonus xp]

That picture I showed Cotton must’ve been what Rita was working on. Like Maria, Rita’s changes have been major. Maria went from thin to fit MILF. Rita went from fat to thicc. I like it.

The personalities are more surprising. I wonder if Maria’s class woke up her libido, or if it’s a new thing. I let Mat know I won’t be home for dinner tonight. Maria’s body is going to make good on her teasing tonight.

[Is it the library MILF again? Lucky lady. When am I going to meet her?] Mat replied quickly.

[Yes, it’s Maria. She’s such a tease. I can invite her for dinner on Saturday.]

[Mmm, sounds delicious. You’ll have to give me the naughty details tomorrow.]

That leaves Rita. She’s exactly what I expected. Smart and wholesome. I need to plan an appropriately memorable evening for her first time. Maybe a weekend away at a nice hotel.

Heh, with my salary the only way I’m affording a weekend at a hotel is Harem Points. Mat seems to be Financial focused so maybe after this weekend there’ll be something useful.

Cotton completed an advanced character editor quest. [+7 xp] [+7 bonus xp]

Speaking of focus, that girl must have woken up motivated. I need to come up with harder quests for her. It’s cute how she tries to act all bratty. She has the bad luck of finding me when Maria’s already got me riled up. It makes it much easier to not be flustered by a pushy girl when I’m hot and heavy with a sexy woman.

But for now, I have an idea. I grab an Isekai graphic novel and head to the room where I left her.

I walk right up and open the door. And immediately slam into something soft.

"Eeep!" Cotton gracefully catches herself instead of being knocked to the floor. "Watch where you're going dick-for-brains."

"I'm so sorry!" I do like that nickname. "I have something for you." I offer her the book. We both look down at the book and I gasp, noticing the difference in her outfit. My mouth works as I do my best reenactment of Cotton staring at my unzipped fly earlier.

When she came into the library, Cotton had big boobs. Now, after the quest. She had big ol' titties.

I'm talking anime big boobs. I'm actually interested in what Rita can do with a costume for her. Maybe Komo from Lagin Guns. With the flame bikini, of course. Her jersey is holding on for dear life.

She pressed her advantage. Her posture confident. Her grin was smug. "Don't get any ideas, creepy old man." She put one hand on her hip and took the book. "Reincarnated as the Villainess?"

"I wanted to give you something with a female protagonist."

She thought about it for a second. “Should be a refreshing change from the usual. I can only take so many indecisive, overpowered, and undermotivated limp-dick protagonists.” She spoke with surprising conviction on the topic. Each of her complaints was punctuated by the jostling of her enlarged chest.

I could tell she noticed that I noticed. She smirked a bit. I think she’s doing it on purpose.

I’m going to take a gamble here. Cotton’s name did show up on the potential harem members tab. I close the door behind me as I reply. “Limp-dick? A staple of the genre is the harem.” I step towards her, making her look up to me.

So rolls her eyes, but stands her ground. “It’s just a tease. The author wants different types of girls to please the audience, but is too nervous about being viewed as having passion. It’s like how 80s and 90s movies vilified anyone who ‘tries too hard’.”

“And you’re saying?” She’s so fired up. This is the determination Maria was saying I needed in my life.

She steps forward. We now stand chest to chest. “What’s wrong with trying hard? What’s wrong with being born pretty? Why is it a bad thing to have advantages? What’s wrong with using what you have to get what you want?” She emphasized what she has, pressing her enlarged boobs against me.

“I’m done waiting for the world to give me what I deserve. I’m going to take it. I’m going to rule this school by the time I get my degree! So yeah, I’d prefer to read about people who are determined and bold. It’s inspiring.”

Her passion pressed her even closer to me. Before I started working out with Maria, I might have been pushed back. Virgin me would’ve been intimidated by the close contact. Now, I can meet her gaze, taking in her intense passion. Something snapped into place inside me as I observed the fire in this nepo-baby who won the genetic lottery as she commits to a life of bold passion over comfort.

It was in that moment that I decided I wanted to see her succeed. I wanted to see her smash life like the Hulk. Then, we she gets home. I want her to turn that passion towards me.

I move closer to speak directly into her ear. I could hear her breath hitch. I pause before speaking, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine. “Are you saying you deserve me? Or that I should take you?”

I let the question linger and watch the conflict in her eyes. Her lips part and cheeks flush a bit. It’s now or never.

My hand finds her chin. “I want you.” I tell her. I lift a bit and kiss her. After a brief kiss, I move back. Her lips follow. She blinks her eyes open, almost in a daze. I get the feeling she not used to feeling sexual tension.

“I want to be by your side as you take what you deserve.” Wait a second, dick-for-brains! Your harem is full. If I do more to upset Mat, I don’t think she’ll forgive me. Maria tonight, Mat tomorrow. Mat did say bring any new girls over to eat. So maybe? “Sunday. Brunch. My place. Wear something cute and easy to take off.”

I felt her chest rise and fall as her lips worked. No words came out. The passion in her eyes now tinged with a look I knew from Maria: Lust.

I’ll take that as a “yes”.

I go back to work frustrated. Maria got me started, and confronting Cotton didn’t help. Now I’m trying to work with an uncomfortable bulge and blue balls.

I go about working my shift as if everything is normal. If anything, the rest of the morning, girls are a bit more cheerful.

Maria and I take lunch at different times today. She made rigatoni, seems like she kept the habit going without the quest. I tear into the pasta with my exercise fueled appetite.

It’s delicious.

Speaking of habits, I’m not sore at all from my workout with Maria this morning. I’m starting to enjoy the feel of moving metal and getting stronger. I know have a ways to go to catch up to the gym bunny, but I’m looking forward to showing her how far I’ve come tonight.

My horny daydream is interrupted by a text from Rita.

[Hey John! I brought some tacos to share for lunch.]

[If that’s okay.] She followed up with a second message.

[Sounds good, I’ll come get you.] I reply.

I leave the break room to find Rita at the front desk. She looks fantastic! Her hair is in a high pony tail with a pink bow. She’s wearing a school girl outfit which must be cosplay. Her white shirt is unbuttoned to display her blossoming cleavage. It’s held together by a green bowtie. Her pink sweater is tied around her luscious hips and falls lower than the green pleated skirt she’s wearing. Her outfit is completed with white calf-high socks and brown loafers.

Rita’s not alone. My excitement to see her turns to irritation when I see who she’s talking to. It’s Brad. His back is mostly facing me, so he doesn’t see me approach. Rita does see me and her eyes light up.

“Hey, babe.” I greet her and Brad turns around to see me.

“Hey!” Rita waves animatedly and then bounces her way over to give me a massive hug. By bounces I mean everything bounces. I wonder if she’s wearing a bra and worry she’ll bounce out of her shirt. I rate the performance an A+ breasting.

I’m so absorbed by greeting my girlfriend that it’s not until after kissing her in both cheeks, and her forehead for fair measure, that I notice Brad’s scowl.

I ignore him and address my gyaru-inspired girlfriend. “I’m glad you came. I was wondering how your day was going.”

“School this morning was a drag, but Taco Juan totes makes up for it.” She bounces over to the bag of tacos. She addresses Brad. “Brett, thanks for telling me about your axe-bar, it sounds like a great time! Maybe boyfriend will take me there for a date.”

Brad’s scowl breaks into an expression of confusion. He doesn’t even bother to correct his name. “Boyfriend? This pencil neck? What’s a cutie like you doing even talking to him?”

A lightbulb turns on in my head. Rita definitely has the cute, curvy, shorty look going for her. Combined with her Body Confidence and her general positive energy, of course Brad is hitting on her.

I feel a flash of emotions. First a flash of protectiveness. I want to rip out his eyes for looking at my girl like that. It’s quickly followed by smug pride at her reaction to me. She’s still hanging on my arm.

Silly Brad can want her, but I have her.

“Hey Brad. Good to see you. Shouldn’t you be with Jessica?” I recognize that invoking his girlfriend is hypocritical from a guy who unbeknownst to his own girlfriend got a blowjob from a coworker and kissed a cheerleader during the morning shift. Brad’s look said Jessica wouldn’t be as understanding and I hope Rita will be.

I have got to tell her about the harem thing soon.

“Jessica should be finishing up soon. I came to pick her up.” Brad answers defensively. I’m not used to him being in the back foot. Maybe my new confidence works with more than just young Cotton. “The invitation is open to both of you. We’re having a post-game special at Beaver’s Tooth after Saturday’s game. Hope to see you there.” He slipped into his hustle bro and turned to leave.

“I’m starving! Let’s go eat!” Rita pointed towards the break room with my arm sandwiched between her boobs.

Time for second lunch.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I hope you’re enjoying the ride. You’ll notice on Mat’s character sheet the XP is missing. That’s on purpose. Tracking exact XP numbers is time consuming so I’m going to vibe level everyone. That also saves me from needing to find some place to have a flurry of daily quest notifications and allows me to skip days.

The in-game system won't be changing. I just won't show every XP gain. Things like daily quests will still happen and give progress. I'm softening the system a bit to avoid the accounting. Going back and reconciling XP takes up creative effort when I'd rather be planning events or working on scenes.

I was tempted to code some sort of LitRPG stat/status tracker, but I only have so much creative time and I want to spend it writing.