Back to the appartment

I pull up my sweatpants, dick still half-hard and sticky, and slip out her door into the hallway. The air's thick with lingering sex stench. Back in my cramped apartment, door locked, I collapse on the couch. Power hums in my blood like heroin. Sarah's mine. Harem: 1. The app sits open on my phone, pulsing invitingly. Harem Ledger: Sarah (Eternal ****, Libido: Bound). Progression Arc: Adept (Multi-Target Weaves Unlocked). Nearby Scan Available.

Sunset bleeds orange through the blinds. Stomach growls. Fuck cooking. I order pizza online: extra large meat lovers, extra cheese, the works. Cheap indulgence for a god in the making. Forty minutes later, a knock rattles my door. I check the peephole. Jackpot. Not some acne-faced teen. A delivery girl stands there, uniform tight on killer curves. Dark hair in a messy bun, olive skin glowing under hallway light, full lips smirking at her phone. Name tag: "Tessa, 22." Her pizza box balances on one hip, her non impressive B-cup tits hide behind the red polo shirt, no bra lines, nipples faintly poking. Black work shorts hug thick thighs and a round, juicy ass that jiggles as she shifts weight. Sneakers scuffed, but legs toned like she jogs.

I open the door, phone in hand, app camera auto-snapping on. "That'll be $18.50," she says, voice smooth with a hint of bored sass, eyes flicking over me dismissively. She holds out the box, pizza steam wafting greasy temptation. Up close, her scent hits: vanilla body spray mixed with warm skin and faint pussy musk. Day's end desperation?

App locks instantly. Target Acquired: Tessa (Age 22, Libido: Medium, Resistance: Medium). Command?