... experiment more with her.

I think to her weird way of talking, her questions about "neurodiversity," a concept I barely understand except to not belittle people about it, and her apparent ability to pierce, or at least resist, the app's power over her awareness... and finally I start to click together these two stones in my head and make the fire of an idea: that perhaps Patricia is different, different enough that somehow the succubi couldn't handle her awareness. Her mind or soul or whatever is similar enough to the other women to still be reacting to all the sexy things (so not asexual, like Wendy), but different enough that she notices things she's not meant to (a veil Wendy still can't pierce).

But what could I do with this information? Not much, not without testing its limits more... and that probably begins with getting my cum-slick member in her and seeing how she takes being obsessed with me. Maybe I come to this conclusion too easily, motivated as I am to fuck the only virgin left in this house… but knowing my motivation is not the same as wanting to surmount it.

And speaking of mounting… I jump to my feet and scoop her thighs up. I let my hands drift down to her shins until I lift her legs thereby, surprising her with how readily I handle her body. “Wait, no,” she urges.

My dick twitches, and finally, as I part her legs to look at her anew, her eyes drift down to the real threat pointing at her slit. “If you’re going to be my lover, you need to-”

“No, I…” Patricia looks away and to her mother who, with my cum still staining her inner-thigh, leans quietly against a wall as she masturbates to Sophia's video, perhaps hoping to not be seen as she diddles away. Patricia shakes her head. “That's... that's not my mother. She would never... do any of this. I thought it was weird, but lots of things she says... no, with all this, she's... I don't need to listen to her, and I... just don’t want to. I don't need sex,” Patricia reasons out loud, “no matter how my body feels, and I don’t… need to be your lover. I don’t need to do this.”

I think back to her initial disposition... and the sort of neutral conclusion she drew about me putting babies in her. I thought it was a weird take... and now I'm starting to realize it was never a willing weird take. It was submission... submission to her mother, perhaps as she has always had to do. Hmm. “But you know it’ll feel good, right?”

“You won’t take care of my babies.”

“I- ehh, what?”

“If I don’t need to be your lover, and you have too many kids, I shouldn’t have your babies because you’re not going to take care of them. Please put my legs down.”

My grip grows firmer on her shins, but her expression only grows confused rather than afraid. “You’re not getting pregnant today, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“You can’t know that.”

What has become of every Custom Girl who's resisted me before? They're here now, moaning happily and enjoying a life they never could know before, particularly Erika who can barely be said to be conscious anymore. I just need to show Patricia the same world... to give her that same ecstasy. “I do, and I’ll show you.”

“That’s-” Her body jolts… and she stares down, stunned, at where my crotch is joined with hers in one, swift motion. My pubes mat the seam where her hairless cleft and my pelvis are joined, and I scarcely feel whatever resistance remains from this woman’s maidenhead. What I do feel is the satisfaction of my meat, still wet with the mixtures of my and every other woman’s fluids, slipping deep into her birth canal. I let her limp legs fall to either side and give her breasts a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan from her as she still processes everything that happened in the last five seconds.

“Just enjoy it,” I grunt as I pump once into her, feeling the gentle squeeze of her building orgasm. Despite feeling her movement around my member, her face is… not lost in ecstasy.

Indeed, she looks up at me with some kind of awe or shock that I can’t identify. Is it already working? Is she now contending with her newfound obsession with me? I mean, I'm assuming even just that residual seed on my cock is enough, and if that is enough, then her thoughts must already be-

“Stop,” she orders, and dumbfounded I actually do stop, albeit while pressed inside her.

“What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “You… I can’t stop… I can’t think… about… why…?” Her eyes stop focusing as she mumbles more to herself than to me. I give her nipples a tug and am rewarded with a sharp inhale before she moans out her breath.

Taking that as consent, I keep thrusting, enjoying the slap of meaty thighs against my pelvis as I drive into her, my thumbs and forefingers never letting up on these spongy, delightfully fat nipples of hers. At last I go in to kiss her, my tongue clogging her rambling thoughts as I complete the obsession: whatever her mind, she is now joined with me from head to core as I pump into her until I feel the telltale tremble of all my perks working her over. She moans in ****, ragged breaths, not restricted or censored by shame, but clearly distraught or confounded by the fact that she's moaning at all. Patricia still doesn't want this, even though everything in her mind and body does, and her legs show the struggle as they clench onto me, lock ankles behind me, and then release and try with futile effort to push me off before going back to embracing me.

I revel in the turmoil in the moaning, squirting mess beneath me as our crotches get soaked with her body's willingness. Every "interaction" I have with her has been making her hornier. Thanks to my avatar perks, those same interactions are always the best for her. What resistance is left, besides a mild existential crisis I'll explain away later? But this isn't the kind of thought I'm having now as I feel her once-virgin pocket gripping at me, no. Now, with every bit of skin contact we share, with every breath, with every kiss and shove... I just enjoy slowly reducing her to the puddy that all the rest of the women in the house had become under hours of Sophia's arousing voice. Her concerns, her fears, and all her hesitations are being drowned in the feeling of my seed scraping along her deflowered cunt until, with a groan, I help her join the harem of inseminated, sex-obsessed women I've gathered here.

“No,” she gasps in a surprising moment of clarity, realizing what that spreading warmth in her pelvis must signify.

It doesn't slow me down; I spend the next hour doing my best to make her forget her worries, and the rest of this incredible, early morning keeping the orgy going.

7:59 A.M., Sophia Lia's Residence

The orgy... is finished. The women... are satisfied. I... am almost content.

The sobering morning sun shines through curtains that seal the stinking scene of sex and fluids from the outside world. I’ll spare you the details of what a post-orgy fuck chamber smells like; in the end, the washer and dryer both hum with the first two waves of many, many linens to cleanse, the mattress haphazardly found it’s way back onto its base, and most of the women afforded themselves a shower where they were not too exhausted to move.

It is not until this late morning hour that I finally revisit the nightstand where I left the Vita to rest... and see the stream of messages awaiting me.

Yesterday's daily bounty: cause 5,000 orgasms: COMPLETE!. 100 gems awarded!
Today's daily bounty: make 1,000 other men orgasm: COMPLETE! 50 gems awarded!

Good morning! Welcome to Custom Girls! Here are your 50 daily gems!

You have new daily bounties!
DAILY BOUNTIES
Cause 5,000 orgasms: COMPLETE! 100 gems awarded!
Make 1,000 other men orgasm: COMPLETE! 50 gems awarded!
Have a girl lick or penetrate your anus: 0/1. 50-GEM AWARD. (this bounty will expire at midnight!)

ADEPT OF ARTIFICE
Cause 20,000 orgasms via sex toys or other non-human objects: COMPLETE! 200 GEMS AWARDED!
Cause 50,000 orgasms via sex toys or other non-human objects: 21,914/50,000. +10 DAILY GEM AWARD.

SPILLER OF SEED
Inseminate others with at least one gallon of semen in total: COMPLETE! 20 GEMS AWARDED!
Inseminate others with at least two gallons of semen in total: COMPLETE! 30 GEMS AWARDED!
Inseminate others with at least five gallons of seme in total: 3.91/5.00. 50-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 617/300

I am grateful that I had the foresight to bring the Vita's charger... less so that I lacked the foresight to think about what to do with all the women barely capable of coherent thought and sustaining themselves, much less how to get them back to their regular lives once the orgy wound down. The trickle of bodies depended strongly on my ability to identify their discarded clothes, slowly redress (and in almost every case, re-fuck and re-creampie) them, and put their sweaty, leaking bodies into cars that responded to the beep of their fobs. The Matheus were the first to leave, with Mother Matheu having enough sense to pack her daughters back into the minivan but not enough fight to worry about leaving Patricia.

Patricia was staying by my choice; I wasn't done speaking with her, after all, and Kimberly had neither the will nor the ability to resist my wishes.

The Tellers, fully fucked and enthralled with their **** during the night, seemed out of sorts and unable to meet each other's eyes by the time I got them out of the house and into the elder Teller's sedan. I gave them each a deep, long kiss once they were seated, first to the mother, then to the daughter, and neither could resist moaning in front of the other in response. Satisfied, I waved them goodbye as they hastily drove away.

Maria Chan was one of the first to escape on her own before this, once the therapy session had let her go. Dr. Anand had left shortly after, citing an early morning with clients. Ivette, too, eventually left once she sobered up from my effects and, with a realization of just how much of her day off she wasted, she was up and out with a shocking amount of self-control. As they all left, I thought about where and how the Hell I’d spend almost 400 gems to not lose them… but if it came time to focus on a Custom Girl, the good news is that not all managed to leave.

Erika didn't finally fall asleep until I brought her to her car, where she continues to nap in the driver's seat with clothes I haphazardly managed to dress her in. Diwa, formerly a prostitute and now completely my sex **** and enabler, is standing at the door with her clothes half-on as she seeks to leave, her eyes meeting mine just as I finish laying Erika to rest in her car. I had cancelled Diwa's services early--mostly because she wouldn't stop molesting poor Ms. Green--so she is free again...

... and I don't want that. I don’t know what kind of life she’d be returning to and I don’t want her to leave, useful as she now is. Seeing as how I can cancel her services whenever I want, I don't give too much thought on what to say to keep her here. Let's make that "sex ****" label a bit more literal. “I'm going to pay you another dollar to be at my beck and call for sex and anything else for a dollar. Deal?”

“W... hell no, I'm not a fucking ****.” I blink in surprise as she continues to half-yell at me, “You want someone to clean your house, hire someone else. IF you want me to stay and fuck, that's fine, but you still have to actually pay me, you know.”

She doesn’t pause her march towards the sidewalk as I think about her response. Hazy as I am, I realize my error before she clears the front lawn. “Right, sorry... I mean I want you to masturbate where I tell you to for my enjoyment, and to be available for any kind of sex I want, for the rest of your life.” She paused to give me another angry glare- “I'll pay you one dollar for this. Deal?”

Her half-snarl melts into a grin. “Shit, of course, baby, your money must be good. Where do you want me to setup?”

A moment later I have her setting up in the shower, where her perpetual masturbation shouldn't ruin anyone's upholstery.

In the end, only the essentials are left in the house: my sister Alice, my whore Diwa, my English teacher Sophia, and my... project, Patricia.

I only need Alice here because I'm her ride, truth be told: she sleeps soundly on the couch now that the TV's off and Sophia sleeps on the soaked floor of her living room. Diwa's in the shower, so that leaves...

Patricia, up from her nap, in the foyer, staring intently at me with bags under her eyes, arms crossed against her breasts, and with no regard to the door being open to the outside world. I hastily slip inside and close the door behind me, doing my best not to break contact with her foreboding gaze and forbidding body language.

As the sun rises on the greatest world I’ve ever known, she surprises me with her first words as I lock the door.