Her cunt.

I slammed into her one more time, hands digging into her ample hips. I was so tempted to ramp my fertility all the way up and overpower whatever birth control she was on, but I resisted, my seed flooded into her fuckhole, as the walls of it rippled and pulled me every drop in as she automatically angled her hips to let it all flow in. Her own orgasm continued and reached Diamond who spurted over her face again. I let my weight come down on her, kissing her gently, tasting Diamond on her lips. Her eyes closed and as I pulled free, she simply lay there, limply.

I slipped my lips to her ear and whispered. “Don’t wait so long next time…unless you enjoy being that pent up.”

She whimpered, as if she was asleep. I gave Diamond a quick look, she was more focused than Jasmine, but not that much more. Hmmm….multiple orgasms that fast seemed to have wiped them both out.

I glanced at the clock…or that might have been an hour-long fuck-session and I’d just lost track of time…oops.

Oh, well. I got something to drink out of the little fridge she had built in and rehydrated, then I straightened the place up, got the girls something to drink, though they were still out of it, moved them onto the couch, and pulled on my clothes. I was taking my time as I examined the pop-ups which I hadn’t even noticed during the threesome.

Achievement Unlocked: Outsider Threesome
Congratulations! You got a target to bring in another hot chick into your bed. Not bad. And it’s her fucking sister-in-law! That’s what I’m talking ‘bout! Reward: Gossip Girls, Perk

Gossip Girls, Perk Unlocked:
In any appropriate setting, targets will gossip about the good sex they're getting (note: setting is dependent on target's character and your relationship, Kianna for example will never do this unless ordered, while Asa might happily do it in church), attractive women who hear about this are more likely to pursue you independently, or request a threesome.

Mission Re-Activated NTR Master: Taking the women they actually fuck is for a baby NTR Master. A real one takes every woman they fucking love. Or at least, all the hot ones. Rewards for each one claimed, but I’m not telling you who they all are! Figure that out yourself, stud. Reward: For fucking his sister, you gain: Partners In Everything Upgrade.

Partners In Everything Upgrade: Siblings (who aren’t both targets) and who love one another, count as ‘partners’ for the purpose of this trait. Note, this doesn’t stack with the prior definition. So, for Diamond, both Andre and any siblings Diamond has will share her SP, but Andre’s sisters won’t and her siblings’ spouses won’t.

Very fucking nice…I’d need to do some research, but…yeah. Especially since this both spread control and didn’t require them to be a target, let alone a maxxed one. Unfortunately, I happened to know Andre’s mother was dead. His father still headed by the family company, but I wasn’t interested. I glanced around the office, most of the walls were full of either art, or awards, but there were a few personal pictures and a large family portrait. It didn’t have Andre or Diamond, only the ‘legitimate’ children.

Jasmine had a brother, Tyrone Jackson, who was the main actual heir and a high up in Jackson Ltd. There were probably a couple of other bastards out there, but they wouldn’t be on the wall. No spouses in the pictures, though I happened to know Tyrone was married, to some model/influencer, though I didn’t remember the details.

The old man, Maurice Jackson stood at the top, still tall and proud in the picture, though these days he was in a wheelchair. His wife was in the picture, but she’d died when Joker tried for a ****. That I remembered, it was a giant story, even bigger than any of Wayne’s kidnappings as it had all gone wrong and the woman had died in a botched rescue (though the GCPD claimed she was dead all along, which might even be true).

Skin must be the child of one of the bastards, as she wasn’t there. Jasmine’s kids were, and so were Tyrone’s, though they were all young as this picture had to be a decade old. Each branch had their own couch they sat on, while Tyrone and his wife towered over them, the only ones standing.

Would a sister-in-law count? A niece? A daughter definitely would, but I didn’t want to mess things up with Diamond.

Helpful Hint: Wuss.

Anyway, there was another pop-up.

Achievement Unlocked: Non-Targets Still Got Pussy, But They Ain’t Shit
Congratulations, you fucked a non-target. You haven’t entirely lost your game. But you really should focus your attention on targets. To incentivize that, Reward: 5 credits which can only be spent on target cosmetic upgrades.

Not bad…I knew which one I wanted, Wounds of the Body, allowing me to remove, or return all marks of injuries, or illness, including scars, or giant fucking holes in the head. It wouldn’t actually solve my problem with Una, as everyone would notice if she suddenly didn’t have a hole in the head, but it would help. It didn’t actually heal anything, though would apparently have some advantages in preventing long term issues due to cleaned up scar tissue.

That cost 2 credits. That unlocked some new perks. Appearances Don’t Matter, caught my attention instantly, which would mean no one would notice targets’ changes in appearance unless you allowed it…and it only cost 8 credits, not the 50 that would more generally protect chanes…would it reduce the cost of the other?

Helpful Hint: Yes--clever boy. That’s one way to make truly expensive perks more possible, is to find their components and buy them individually.

I flicked back, to the cosmetic upgrades for me, there should be…yes, Your Appearance Doesn’t Matter, same thing, just for changes to my appearance, also 8 credits, hidden behind the bajillion cock options. I had five standard credits, plus the three cosmetic ones, I could get the one for Una…but that was lower priority than the Intimidating Presence upgrade. Safety first.

I was going to need to go through all the fucking cosmetic options. That was going to suck. This app needed a tag and sorting system for Perks…even as I thought that, one appeared. Clearing the ‘cock/tit/cunt/hair/ear/skin modifications’ made the cosmetic sections a lot more readable. Besides Appearances Don’t Matter there was also Find A Slut, which would let me know where any target was, within 500 feet of me, on a mini-map in my brain…4 credits, but there were probably upgrades…If I could expand that, I could finally find fucking Bridgette. But…that was low priority. Everyone dangerous was on a leash, missing, or in Arkham…I couldn’t justify it. Frustration burning away my afterglow, I looked over at the women who were recovering now.

I’d grabbed my phone from where our activity had sent it to the floor, and was pretending to read on it as I considered and the girls recovered enough to start getting dressed as they were too sated to even consider more, or be too bitchy. Belatedly, I realized the page I’d opened…hadn’t actually loaded.

No signal. No wireless signal either. From Security Expert, and shaking hands with the guards on the way in, I knew that this place didn’t have a cell jammer. Unless maybe Jasmine had one for her office the guards didn’t know about?