Jennifer Whatley

Jennifer Whatley.

Her name glowed on the screen.

Was I really going to do this? Could I rewrite her life like it was some throwaway RPG?

I didn’t even know if the app would work. No documentation, no "about" page, no trace of its creators anywhere on the net.

It was like some cosmic glitch had dropped an all-powerful tool into the lap of a nobody like me. A cliché straight out of those bad mind control fantasies… except I was the titular loser holding the cheat code.

Would I feel guilty? She wasn’t exactly kind. Rude, even.

But that was just an excuse, wasn’t it? A way to quiet the part of me that still cared about right and wrong. If I started with just one tweak… say, her schedule, filling up just one heart… would I stop there?

Deep down, I knew the answer. Once I crossed that line, I’d crave more. Power like this doesn’t let you go.

I glanced around my apartment, a monument to my failures. Trash piled on the floor, dishes rotting in the sink, that damn game looping in the background.

And the loneliness. Crushing, constant, like a weight on my chest. No one would care what I did. No one was here to judge me. My morals were just noise in an empty room.

And as sad as it sounded… Knowing my deeply flawed personality… This might be my last chance to get an actual girlfriend. No chance in the world I could actually chat her up by- well, chatting her up.

Perhaps this was actually some deep cosmic justice. Something to level the playing field even for a sad sap like me.

The thought of a “harem” though… that still sounded so ridiculous I decided to brush past it. I’m pretty sure Jennifer would be more than I could handle, more than I deserved. I didn’t need to fuck up the lives of any more people than that.

My thumb hovered over the app. I let out a slow breath, and with a single tap, I let my demons take over.

The app’s interface was simple. Jennifer’s schedule lay before me, a grid of grey-tinted blocks, each one a piece of her life I could reshape.

The grey hue suggested they weren’t locked. Maybe she still had free will, could still choose her own path. That made sense. How else could she function if I didn’t meddle? Her life had to run on its own until I decided otherwise.

These blocks netted no active points, however.

In total, there were 28 blocks to play with: four time slots across seven days, split into eight types—weekday morning, weekday day, weekday evening, weekday night, weekend morning, weekend day, weekend evening, weekend night.

After studying the app for a bit, I was starting to understand the rules.

As someone who was just starting out with this, it appeared my options were quite limited.

Jennifer’s days’ had “safe” options, like “reading a book”, “gaming”, “calling a friend” etc. All of these had the effect de-stressing her- sometimes by 1 points, sometimes by 2 points. These blocks would remain grey.

If I wanted to give her a naughtier choice… Like making her read an “erotic book”, it made the block “active”, or green. All these active blocks could give her points in CORRUPTION, LOVE or OBEDIENCE. And those were the only blocks that could do it.

But it was limited. Currently, the app allowed me to give her only five active blocks a week. And she couldn’t repeat any of those actions that week.

Some of these actions were available only at specific times of the day, one of them only on weekends.

Here’s the choices I currently had:

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(M=Morning, D=Day, E=Evening, N=Night, W-E=Weekend-Evening, W-N= Weekend-Night)

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There were many other options as well, but they were all filled with static, so I couldn’t even see what they were. But it looked like they all needed a certain amount and type of hearts to unlock.

But I was feeling plenty confused with just these.

First of all – How limiting was this to her free will? I mean, for example, If I chose “put on sexy makeup” in the morning… She still showered as well, right?

Was this more like I was forcing her to do a specific action during that timeframe, but otherwise she could do other things? Things she would normally do?

I mean… It had to be that. That made the most sense to me. Even Sims did their own things when the player let them be.

And… What was with the “$”? Jennifer didn’t have a money-attribute or something like that. So… either that meant she was earning more money…

Or I was.

Like she was my playable character, earning actual money. For me.

The thought sounded ridiculous.

What would be the split anyways? How would she survive with only a part of her pay? Surely I wouldn’t get all of it? Was the money copied to me or something?

And how much was 1 “$” anyways?

And what about all the other stuff? Nearly everything seemed to give her stress. Probably because it was stuff she would never ever do unless a mystical **** like this app was forcing her to do them. Stuff that was completely unnatural to her, therefore stressing her out.

Like making her pinch her own nipples? Christ. Where did that one come from? How would she even rationalize that to herself? “oh gee, I guess I might as well really give these nips a yank”. Fuck, that’s crazy.

But yeah, increasing her CORRUPTION was the easiest thing to do right now. There weren’t many options for LOVE or OBEDIENCE. I wonder if LOVE was limited because of my very brief interaction with her? Would more options appear if I… met her again?

No. Nope. I’m not going through that humiliation again.

That egg-stain was still probably on the store’s floor, mocking me.

Yeah, I’ll avoid Jakey’s until I have at least one of hearts filled.

Speaking of which, how much did I need…

Oh.

Apparently… It took 100 points to fill in one heart.

One of the five hearts per attribute.

This was going to take a while then.

Well… Fuck it.

I’m going for it.

Okay… What do I want?

Should I start with LOVE? But then again… It’s going to take a while to fill up.

If I want to see what happens when one heart fills up, the soonest I can get there is with CORRUPTION.

Hmm… And should I try that $? Just to find out how that works?

Yeah, I think I should. I’ll change that next week once I find out.

But right now, these felt like the best options:

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Flash cleavage to stranger (+10 CORRUPTION, +6 STRESS) / M D E N

Work as a cashier at Jakey’s (Hard) ($$$, +2 STRESS) / D

Pinch own nipples (+10 OBEDIENCE, +5 CORRUPTION, +10 STRESS) / M D E N

Take suggestive pictures for social media sites (+10 CORRUPTION, +10 STRESS) / M D E N

Masturbate while thinking about User (+3 CORRUPTION, +5 LOVE, +5 STRESS) / M D E N

Next week:

Have pleasant dreams about User (+10 LOVE) / N

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I just went for the ones that gave me most points. Stress was literally no issue, it was very easy to spend all the other blocks to de-stressify her.

So that’s… 33 points of CORRUPTION per week. 10 OBEDIENCE, and 5 LOVE. And starting next week, 15 LOVE.

This was still the most maximized speed I could get for LOVE. I wanted to start with that one, but I couldn’t just leave all those CORRUPTION-points on the table.

…Corruption was pretty much like… sluttify, right? That’s what it always was in erotic games and such.

Wait…

Would that mean... she would… Become like a… whore or something?

I kinda thought having a “harem” or whatever meant I could have women devoted to just me, but- Wait.

There was an extra option next Jennifer’s name.

NTR was switched… ON.

NTR meant sharing with other guys, right? Or even watching while they fucked her?

That…

No, I didn’t want that.

I wanted her for myself.

Call me selfish, but I really wasn’t into sharing. If I wanted to be with her... I needed her to be loyal.

I switched NTR off.

Immediately, the options for “hanging out with boyfriend” and “sex with boyfriend” disappeared from the choices.

Huh.

Wait, I wonder if this meant- was she still going out with him? Whoever “he” was?

Nothing in the app gave me clues about that.

Well, that’s it. The choices are locked in.

My next three weeks were going to be the most anxious ones of my life.

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My hands were sweating.

I was outside Jakey’s again, not really sure if I actually wanted to go through with this.

My original plan was to watch things from afar, to see how things progressed with her. Perhaps meet her when she had at least one full heart of LOVE? Perhaps then she wouldn’t be so callous and bitchy towards me.

I had to abandon that plan.

The three weeks of waiting were over. This morning, after making her pinch her nipples with my ghostly powers, her first CORRUPTION-heart was full.

Or… At least it should have been.

Instead, it just flashed.

And the small notification above it read:

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-EVENT “CORRUPTION 1” AVAILABLE-

(Further progression locked until event completed)

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Sigh.

So much for being “hands off” with this thing.

I guess I had to do “EVENTS” to progress.

Real-life “EVENTS”.

And this one… This one was locked in the schedule. It was always during the day, at Jakey’s.

Apparently the only place I could complete it.

I really wanted to start with LOVE.

I currently had only 35 LOVE. I’d have to wait five more weeks to fill that one up. Meanwhile, not progressing with CORRUPTION all that time.

Logically, I had to do this. Now.

No matter how much it stressed me out.

My mind went back to Jennifer’s social media sites.

I had to dig those out, to find out more about her. And, yeah, naturally I needed to see what king of “suggestive” pics she would put there.

She was as gothic, moody and dark as her façade implicated. Her feed was littered with dimly lit, over-edited photos, each paired with some brooding line she’d lifted from her vampire–werewolf romance novels, straining for depth but landing in melodrama.

I wanted to believe she was more than just a pretty face, but in the end she was the same old cliché. An outsider clinging to the idea that made her superior to the blonde cheerleaders she’d once sneered at in high school. The trouble was, she wasn’t in high school anymore. She’d just never grown out of the phase.

I’d give it only couple of more years until she ditched the look and went back to being a plain old normie. The moment she realized her childish rebellion was pointless, she’d give up.

Or not.

There’s only so much you can tell from a person based on their social media profiles, after all. Hopefully there was more there.

Not that it was a dealbreaker. Her body was still stunning.

And beggars can’t be choosers.

The first suggestive pic she had put on her Insta was kinda weird. Stylistically, it wasn’t really anything new for her. It was dark and she was laying on her bed. If you saw it, you’d hardly stop your scrolling. You practically had up the brightness to see what was actually going on.

It was worth it, though. Her legs were bare, and she wore these long, sexy stockings.

Next week, she was leaning forward, and you had a pretty sweet view into her cleavage. She also had this sultry smile.

Third week… There was just her face. But her eyes had rolled upwards and her mouth was a bit open. Almost like… she was in an ecstasy. Like she was…

No. Probably not.

She barely had followers, so nobody really even commented. Which was cool, I guess. It was like my own little treasure trove.

Sure, the pics weren’t that racy, but knowing that I was making her do them… That made them so, so much hotter.

It was also pretty much the only proof I had that the app was actually working. The money-earning thing didn’t work the way I had hoped.

Yeah, I was the happy owner of three dollar-marks… But only in the app.

It wasn’t real money. It appeared to be the app’s own currency.

Which, I guess, made sense… except there was absolutely nothing in the app I could use the $ on. At least not currently.

It’s not like I needed real cash, though. I did some coding from my home, and it paid quite well.

But… yeah. This isn’t about money. I shouldn’t focus on that.

This was about Jennifer. About finally getting myself a perfect, and hopefully devoted girlfriend.

And maybe, if I didn’t like some aspects about her… I probably could mould her? I mean, I was technically already doing that.

I shouldn’t think that far ahead, though. Let’s just… Get to know her first.

I grabbed the doorhandle.

Time to get this event over with.

And… There she was.

Behind the counter.

Shining like a beacon of unattainable beauty in the midst of the dreary, dull average around her.

But this time... Wearing less.

Our eyes met.

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Author's note: Massive thanks to UnwantedOpinon for the Idle Harem UI!