Changing Perspective

John wasted almost no time finding Jane on the app. It had the same avatar and stats she did when they had been in a party together. Under her basic RPG stats he saw buttons with the familiar categories, as well as two additional ones. The first one was "relationships", which John opened up immediately. Their relationship was sitting at the top -- as befits a king he joked to himself sarcastically -- as he tapped to expand the stats. Unsurprisingly, they were only very barely friends, and it looked like the meter was draining.

Under the description of how she felt about him, his heart sank a little to see things like "gullible" "weird' "insignificant" and "NPC." He knew that he was these things--at least before the app--it just hurt to know that this was the reality of how she thought of him. At least for now. It looked like he could make edits with the help of an item, but to add things to the list he would need an even more expensive one. He decided to keep things simple for now. He replaced "guillible" with "sweet", "weird" with "eccentric" , "insignificant" with "worthwhile" and "NPC" with "possible-FWB"

After applying the changes, he went back to "Habits".

Under "habits" he added

• Get horny thinking about John
• When showering, massage breasts thoroughly while thinking about John
• (once per day) Cum while wishing for your breasts to get bigger
• Spend Sunday hanging out with John

satisfied with the changes for now, John decided to switch over to the "To Do" list.

• Apologize to John
• Ask if John is a virgin
• Sincerely offer to help on the weekend
• Send a titty pic to John

John felt a familiar damp wetness at the tip of his erection. Something else he hated about being a virgin, and hoped that he could be rid of once and for all once he wasn't so pent up all the time. He hit "Apply" and glanced at the clock. Jane was a naturally late sleeper, so it would still be an hour or two before she woke up. He wasn't through with her -- not by a long shot after the months of emotion he invested into her. He had genuinely started imagining a future together. He was still hurting both from her initial rejection and what he found under the Social tab.

Jane's dreams started as usual. It was somewhere between a mix of the game DOOM and an anime about a shrine maiden banishing evil spirits. Jane wished she had the energy to keep fighting, but the waves were endless and she was destined to repeat this battle every night, carrying the details into the next day via lucid dreaming.

Suddenly, the normalcy was interrupted as a large figure clad in dark shining armor fought its way through the crowd, with a massive tower shield nearly as large as it was. Jane massaged her temples. Oh lord what now? The last thing I need to take down is something that big. But something about the figure seemed different. Its attacks were more brutal than the usual "vicious minion that doesn't care about its allies". More calculated. Jane watched as the figure braced its shield, then charged forward taking out a large portion of the group.

Jane collected herself. This wasn't another demon! This was someone else fighting the army of hell. She needed to help!

She sprang into action, and started fighting her way to the Knight. Within minutes, the two of them had fought until they were standing back to back. Both silently acknowledging the others presence as they rotated in lock step to clean up the remainder of the horde.

As the battle subsided, Jane saw one of the wounded trying to sneak away. Before she could even react, its head was bisected by an axe thrown by the knight. Jane felt warm, and not just from the battle. As she watched the Knight pull it out of the corpse, she briefly checked their surroundings before approaching the knight from within his cone of vision. The last thing she wanted to do was trigger a battle-hardened warrior's reflexes.

"That was some impressive fighting! Is there a head under that helmet?" she asked bluntly. This was her dream after all, no need to beat around the bush.

The Knight gathered himself up then lifted his helmet, revealing a full, wirey blonde beard, a familiar jaw line, and cold blue eyes. Jane stifled a gasp, it was John. He wore a grin as he replied, "I assure you there is m'lady, Tho what sort of predicament hast found such a beautiful maiden beset by such foul creatures?" Oh right, dream world. He's probably just a generic knight NPC. But his gear doesn't exactly scream "NPC" does it? And we defeated that contingent in record time for how many bodies are piled around. Jane was still feeling warm, even though her breathing had slowed.

Before she could react, John had closed the distance, and pulled her into a deep embrace. "STAY BEHIND MY SHIELD!" He bellowed, as she felt the cold metal surround her. She felt heavy impacts reverberating against the veritable wall. In spite of her predicament, her cheeks felt warm at being so close to such a man.

Jane woke up, the sheets between her legs damp. She cursed herself. She'd need to do laundry today because there was no way she'd keep a cum-stained bedsheet on her bed. She peeled off her panties and put them in her laundry pile, then pulled off her bed sheets. She marveled at the damages; it'd been ages since she'd had a wet dream like that. And it was John that caused it no less? She let out a horny sigh, maybe she had been too hasty to judge him? He had told her more than once that he wasn't super experienced with people. What if he meant women in general?

Then the idea struck her. Surely -- no way, he wasn't that ugly, just not conventionally attractive -- was he a virgin?

Suddenly everything from all of their conversations made sense to Jane he had been subtly dropping hints and trying to fight his way to that discussion, and she had ignored him like a jerk. Not knowing the touch of another human being for all those years? It was tragic; no wonder his sacral chakras were constantly out of alignment. And she had made it even worse by pushing him away. She felt like crying. Why did she treat him like that?

There was only one way to remedy it. It was no wonder he was afraid to ask her straight up, especially after the story she fed him about her boss before callously going to the beach with her friend instead of him.

Jane loaded up Snapchat, and opened up the message that John had left her. She let out a small sob, she could tell she had absolutely shattered his heart to pieces. But she would make it up to him tenfold.

'Hey, I'm really sorry for how I acted. Idk why but I was on some real bitch shit. Can you forgive me? I promise I'll make it up to you' she ended the text with a peach, eggplant, and tongue emoji.

She didn't read his message for over 24 hours, so she wasn't exactly expecting an immediate reply -- if he even still had Snapchat installed. Jane decided to take a shower and get ready for the day while she waited. Luckily, her male roommates wouldn't be home for another week from their monthly military duty, so walking through the house without pants wouldn't cause any unnecessary misunderstandings. She just didn't feel like soiling another pair of panties before she had a chance to clean up.

As the shower warmed up, Jane sat on the toilet, legs splayed. Shower time was when she traditionally reaffirmed her femininity. She looked down at the bountiful valley between her chest. These girls had earned her so many tips at Wingers, even if they did get in the way sometimes and lure all sorts of weirdos to think they had even a ghost of a chance.

With her right hand, she reached for her left boob, cupping and weighing it at first, before roughly grabbing a handful. Her pussy quivered, echoes of the dream still on her mind. Before she had a messy bathroom to clean up, she pulled herself off of the toilet and into the shower.

The warm water caressed Jane, and made her think back to the enveloping presence she had felt as she had been scooped into John's embrace in her dream. As the massaging of her left breast intensified, she traced a finger down her right nipple, circling the stiffened tip. She could feel an inferno building within her belly, **** for release. 'I wonder how big John is really?' she thought, as she freed a hand from her right tit to trace down to her aching cunt. Jane wondered why John hadn't even tried making a move on her. Surely he was ****? Maybe..._My boobs are too small? The thought entered her mind, unbidden. A moment of panic set in, for the first time in forever she felt like she may be inadequate. 'I've heard stimulation may cause your hormones to **** a growth. It's a good thing this is a daily habit!' After a few more minutes and nearly coming from massaging her tits, she decided to finally push herself over the edge.

She thought back to the knight in obsidian armor, and how deftly he had wielded the towering shield. She almost wished instead of removing his helmet, he had started with his pants...

She started furiously stroking her damp slit, imagining John's large embrace encompassing her. A massive, glowing wizard staff secretly hidden in his pants, throwing her down and making her his woman in front of God and the universe. Jane shuddered and let out a rather foul and loud moan, her juices washed away by the steamy water of the shower. She sighed a breath of relief. She really needed to make this up to John.

After she got out of the shower and began toweling off, she opened her phone and ticked off a few more of her daily habits. With a frown, she realized she might not have been clear enough in the message to John, and decided to indulge him a little more. Starting her camera, she flipped it into Selfie mode and set up her angle. Draping her towel over her arm, she used the white towel to contrast with her dark skin as she pushed up her girls to be highlighted. With her other arm, she carefully angled the camera so John could see exactly one breast--complete with stiffened stimulated nipple, with the hint of another behind it. She sent it, then went back to TaskRPG to tick off another To Do. The others would have to wait until John reacted.