Fake date

I had Fisti strip out of the cursed underwear right away. I wanted to put them on Cassandra but I very quickly realized that Fisti needed my undivided attention.

The girls mental state was deteriorating at a rapid pace.

According to Cassandra’s gleeful explanation, one button press would let to an intensive but harmless crush while three presses resulted in complete and utter obsession to the point where even not touching the person of affection would bring unimaginable heartbreak.

Cassandra’s presence seemingly made matters worse, so vowing that I would deal with her later I send her away.

As for the two of us, we had **** but to walk back towards my tower with arms locked. Suffice to say it made for a rather unique journey. Fisti seemed to simultaneously love and hate it.

“How are you feeling, Fisti?”

Simply saying her name resulted in her making some pleasant sounding squeal. If this whole situation wasn’t so screwed up it would honestly be kinda cute.

“L-Like...like I’m going crazy...I...me heart is beating so fast..I..I know ya don’t l-l-love me Sir Mari, these feelings are….not r-real..b...but…”

“I...I love you, Fisti.”

The moment I said that Fisti basically melted into my arms. “Ehehehe…” She giggled happily as she snuggled against me.

I feel like such a scumbag.

But any other reaction from me would bring her heartache to the point of physical pain. If I want for her to make it through today without getting a heart attack, I needed to play the role of the loving boyfriend.

“Thanks, Sir Mari. Yer doing this for me, even tough ya could have just abandoned me. That’s unbelievable nice of ya. Yer are so amazing. I..I...ah…”

Fisti was blushing furiously and stumbling over her words. I decided to pat her head a bit and she purred at me.

...

We made our way back to my tower. After a few very confused stares from the rest of the girls and for a lack of better options, we retreated to the master bedroom for some privacy.

That was not a good idea.

Fisti was positively swooning as I brought her in here. Nope, we can absolutely not stay here!

“L-lets get you some air alright?”, I suggested and we climbed up on the roof of the tower.

What greeted us was a beautiful sunny afternoon. The day was warm but not too hot. Perfect date weather really.

“You’re holding up alright?”, I asked and Fisti gave a quick nod. “Y-Yes. Like this, it’s manageable.”

But I could tell from her entire body language that this was not the case. I remember what Cassandra said. Ugh, what a screwed up situation. But I had **** but to take it up a notch.

“W-would you like to kiss me?”

Fisti gasped and looked at me in utter shock. “I..I…”

It’s hard to not feel I was taking advantage of the situation. No, enough with this Mari Beta! Fisti is suffering! In times like these you don’t take the moral high ground.

I grabbed Fisti by the waist and pushed a kiss on her lips. It didn’t take long for her to reciprocate.

Of course I find Fisti attractive. We saw each other naked enough and took part in the same orgies that it would be absurd for me not to have some attraction towards her.

I also cared for her. She is utterly serious most of the time but Fisti definitely had a cute almost adorable side to her that shows through every now and then.

Of course, considering her sexual orientation and general obsession with Sylphid I never considered actually getting romantically involved with her.

And yet...

And yet a dark part inside of me enjoyed that Fisti was now so hopelessly infatuated with me. That I managed to change her whole sexual orientation. Of course, I knew that I don’t need any magic panties for that. The spell of obedience was enough. If I really wanted Fisti to fall in love with me it would be an easy thing to achieve.

I would simply switch out with Sylphid in Fisti’s heart. It’s not like Sylphid particularly cares about her anyways. Fisti would be my loving girlfriend. Eager to please my every whim. And legally speaking, Fisti was my property. From that standpoint there was nothing wrong with it.

...what the hell am I thinking? Has this city corrupted me that much?

I gently separated myself from Fisti.

To my surprise she seemingly didn’t even notice. Instead it looked like she had just experienced complete bliss.

“S-Sir Mari...C...can ya close yer eyes?

Fisti asked while staring at me with a rather unfocused gaze and swimming eyes.

“Uh...sure..but why?”

“I...I...ngghh….just want to do something...please…can ya?”

It doesn’t look like Fisti would take no for an answer.

Alright, fine. I closed my eyes. Of course my other senses started to take over immediately. I noticed some rustling and hard breathing.

…

I doubt I needed my senses for that. Fisti was very obviously masturbating right in front of me. I gulped. I could feel her stare intently at me as she unashamedly gratified herself. I could tell she tried to be somewhat discreet but her lust had almost completely won over.

Then there was the smell. We where in the open and there was a decent distance between us, so even with my heightened senses it was faint. But it was definitely there. The distinct smell of female arousal. But that wasn’t all, mixed in was a certain milky fragrance.

I resisted the urge to take a deep sniff. This curse also seemed to heighten the sense of shame. I doubt I will have to worry that Fisti will suffer from a similar condition then Hebi-san but there was no reason to make this even harder on her. The least I could do was feign ignorance to her..uhh..pleasuring.

Her breathing was becoming even louder now, accompanied by a drip drip sound. My senses weren’t advanced enough to tell if this was from her pussy or her breasts leaking.

What I definitely could tell was the climax. There was not hiding that one, although Fisti certainly still tried. Desperately trying to keep it together she kept her mouth shut and from the muffled tone had her hands clapped over it.

I myself had some issues as well. My dick was rock hard and my pants did little to conceal that fact. Was Fisti staring at it? I definitely felt a strong gaze directed at my lower half.

Finally, her breathing stabilized, there was the rustling of clothes again and then silence. “Y-ya can open yer eyes now.”

What I was greeted with, was an utterly disheveled Fisti. There where visible stains on her shirt and she was even more flushed then before. Beads of sweat clung almost to her entire body. There really was no hiding what just happened.

“I uh..just d-did some s-stretching!”

“R-right.” I nodded.

Fisti gulped. “Um..ah..Sir...Mari...c-can ya...p-pat me head?”

I did. We spend the next few hours like this.

…

..

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Fisti was sitting at the dining table. Face covered with hands and utterly trembling. Sanakia was sympathetically patting her head.

“Guess that’s mission accomplished”, Cassandra commented nonchalantly and sipped on a drink.

“What do you mean accomplished, you absolute psychopath!”, I screamed at her. “I should put these panties on you!”

“You could but do you really want Cass to fall in love with you?”

Beatrice made a good point. Guh, damn you Cassandra!

“L-Lady Sylphiiiiiid!”, Fisti howled. “I betrayeeeeeeed yaaaaaa!”

Knowing Sylphid she probably finds the whole thing “hot as fuck”.

“You should thank me, you know”, Cassandra responded. “All you have to do is somehow get Sylphid to wear these panties and you get her eternal love.”

That got Fisti to perk up again. Frighteningly fast at that.

“That does indeed sound very useful”, Sanakia remarked.

“Want them”, Aiju nodded vigorously.

“Hmph! We have ill need of these crutches with our hypnosis, which is currently vexingly sealed!”

Just like that I had numerous eyes on me.

…

I probably should destroy these things or at least lock my door at night.