You ask Dew some questions

After you’ve mentally recovered from the insanity of the past few minutes, your mind begins to wander off to the specifics of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You’ve seen enough by now to know that things are clearly very different here from anywhere else you’ve ever been, and Dew’s experience has shown you that the rules are enforced pretty strictly. It’s probably best that you get a grip on what these rules actually are, you don’t feel like accidentally breaking them.

“Hey, uh” Dew’s voice breaks off your line of thought. “I’ve finished the dishes, and I was wondering if you could let me go to my room.” She’s standing before you nervously, wringing her hands.

“Actually, I was wondering if we could chat for a while.” you say. Dew’s quite literally the only person you could ask about how this town works, and if you’re going to be constantly making out with her you’d like to get to know her at least a little.

“Sure, that’s fine” Dew replies, some of her former confidence returning as she realises you won’t be punishing her. “There’s a bench outside, we should sit there.”

You trail Dew as she exits, for the first time seeing the town outside of Xana’s house.

It’s certainly very picturesque. Xana’s house seems to be located at the top of a hill, so you can see pretty well to the far end of the town. Every building looks well-kept and prosperous, and the streets look clean and well-swept, with not a hint of street garbage. “It’s a paradise” you think to yourself, “how come nobody knows it’s here?”

Setting aside such questions, as intriguing as they are, you turn your attention to Dew, now sitting on the bench she mentioned earlier. You sit beside her, stretching. This time, Dew does not shrink from you. Instead, she scoots closer, until the two of you are almost touching.

“So, what was it you wanted to talk about?” she asks, head cocked and an inquisitive expression on her face.

“Well, uhh” you say, not really sure how to phrase this question. You run over a few options in your head, but all of them sound weird.

“It’s about the kissing” you say eventually, and Dew raises her eyebrow.

“What about it?” she asks, sounding extremely confused.

“Why do you do it?” you ask.

“Because we have to?” she replies. “Why, do you not like it?”

“No no, it’s amazing” you say, and you’re certainly not lying. “But, why do you have to kiss me every time we interact?”

Dew looks to be thinking for a second, before she responds. “That’s what we’re supposed to do, it’s the rules of the guest’s privilege.”

“What’s the guest’s privilege?” you inquire, remembering hearing Xana talk about that earlier. At your question, Dew blushes intently, and you suspect the contents of your privileges go significantly beyond kissing.

Eventually, Dew manages to get out a reply. “They’re pretty embarrassing,” she admits quietly. “The first day, we have to kiss you when we first meet, and we have to ask your permission if we wish to leave any room.” You nod, taking in this information as Dew continues. “On the second day, you gain access to our mouths, and as such you can request a blowjob at any time.”

That revelation hits you like a sack of bricks. You were expecting something similar, but the knowledge that tomorrow you’ll be able to just… request a blowjob is certainly a lot to take in. Dew’s not finished though, and she continues to speak.

“By the third day, our pussies and ass will also be yours to fuck as you please” she says matter-of-factly, completely oblivious to the confused state you’re currently in. She’s not done, either: “On day four, you’ll officially become the man of the house, meaning that we’ll have to either pledge to obey you or leave.”

“That’s…that’s a bit **** for four days of living together, don’t you think?” you manage to blurt out, a bit put off by how fast all of this is moving.

Dew simply shrugs. “It’s how things work around here.” she says, as if what she’s just described is the most normal thing in the world. She looks at you curiously. “Is it different where you come from?”

“Yes it is” you respond, and Dew’s face lights up.

“Oh! How is life outside Dichocai, anyway?” She asks, and you oblige.

You regale Dew with long stories about your life on the farm, your tales about the hard times you’ve had to endure. She has a sympathetic look on her face as she snuggles up to you, even as you laughingly assure her that you had a perfectly happy childhood.

“So, there are other men, like you, in other places?” asks Dew, as you talk about the time your brother got stuck in a tree hollow.

“Yes”, you reply “are there none here?”

Dew shakes her head. The interesting implications of this are drowned out as you stare at Dew’s chest, thinking of how there’s no competition for the unplucked maiden. She notices your staring, blushing deeply, but she makes no attempt to move away. In fact, she deliberately thrusts her chest out, letting you have an even better view of her perky tits, hidden under her dress.

“Are they all as handsome as you?” she asks, reaching out to run her hand over your chest. Her cheeks are red as she does so, her complexion showing how nervous she is under her cool exterior.

You give a small chuckle. “I’m more handsome than most, if I do say so myself” you say, showing an amount of bravo that has you shocked internally.

Dew lets out a little laugh. “Cocky bastard” she grins, her hand reaching down for your crotch.