I'm all strung out my heart is fried

When Sylvia popped into the Banquet Hall, she was immediately accosted by a very upset Nick.

“Sylvia…” He growled. “What the hell is going on here?!”

Sylvia blinked innocently. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she said, and she meant it, too.

She’d done so many things that might piss Nick off (including half of her suggestions for Mary’s wedding) that she had no idea what he was on about now.

“I’m talking about Gina,” he said, pointing at the punk girl shivering in her seat. Gina’s eyes were aimed straight at his crotch while she slowly brought spoonfuls of yogurt up to her lips.

“What about her?” Sylvia asked.

“Last night, and… this morning…” Nick shuffled in embarrassment. It still felt weird, admitting to what had happened between them. That stuff was for the privacy of the bedroom. But he needed to know what happened. “Gina was… sucking my dick…”

His voice caught in his throat as his face heated up. Gina didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest, but other people certainly were on her behalf.

Sylvia smirked, which told Nick that she knew exactly what was going on. He narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the matter with that?” She asked, shrugging. “Never heard a guy complain about getting good head before.”

“That isn’t the point!” Nick growled. She was just taunting him on purpose now. “It’s like she was… I don’t know, addicted or something! Was that your doing?!”

Sylvia chuckled. “A girl being addicted to your cock… that’s the dream, isn’t it? Unless you’re complaining that she was a little too forceful, in which case… I suppose I understand… you’re rather fragile, is that it?” She crooned.

Nick just kept glaring.

“Her transformations didn’t say anything about that,” he said.

“You sure?” Sylvia batted her eyelashes.

“I’m sure,” Dawn snapped. She tapped the side of her head. “I remember all of their wording perfectly, remember.”

Sylvia sighed and rolled her eyes. Damn Dawn and her genius brain. “Weeellll… you’re not wroooong… it’s not a transformation per se…”

“What does that mean?!” Nick demanded.

“It means that your analysis of it being similar to an addiction isn’t wrong,” Sylvia replied. “Although… it might be better to call it an a_dick_tion. As in, she’s addicted to your dick. Heh. Puns…”

While Sylvia chuckled at her own joke, Nick stared at her in horror.

“Are you… you’re not serious, are you?!” He sputtered in disbelief. His jaw hit the floor. “You… you made her… addicted to my penis?!”

“No, I did nothing,” Sylvia said. “But the Adicktion Patches the girls bought for her…”

Dawn gasped. “No, wait, no way!”

“Yes way,” Sylvia chirped. “You used those patches to help treat Gina’s addictions. Only… we don’t have the power to actually change her body and remove all of her addictions, unfortunately. That’s just not possible, I’m afraid…”

Dawn narrowed her eyes. “…Really?”

Sylvia blinked. “…Okay, yes, we can, but where would be the fun in that?” She shook her head and sighed. “No, no, it’s much more alluring to use our powers to transfer Gina’s addictions from **** and **** towards Nick’s semen!”

“So that’s the secret of her patches, then,” Dawn spat. “You planned this from the start! When she was going through withdrawal, and now… you’re putting her in an even worse position!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Sylvia groaned, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry. Being addicted to Nick’s semen isn’t as bad as it sounds. For one thing, it’s not like she’s going to go into violent withdrawals if she doesn’t get it. So that’s something, right?”

“Wait, really?” Dawn asked. That… did change some things. Not enough to make a difference in her eyes, though.

“Of course,” Sylvia said. “What, you really thought we wanted to see her OD in front of everybody or something? No, not a chance. All that’s going to happen is she’s going to get hornier and more **** the longer she goes without Nick’s semen.”

She glanced at Gina. “…That being said, she shouldn’t be manifesting these symptoms right now… it’s much too early for that. The addiction was supposed to kick in upon first having sex with Nick, and then get a jumpstart when she tasted his semen. But one dose should be enough to keep her going for a while. And Nick, you said she just sucked you off this morning?”

Nick turned red, and nodded. “Y-yeah,” he admitted.

Sylvia tapped her chin. “I suppose… she’s just really **** to addiction, then. Whoopsies! I guess that was a miscalculation on our part…”

“GEE, YOU THINK?!” Dawn exploded.

“Hey, Harem Hotel is a tricky game,” Sylvia said with a shrug. “We can’t account for everything you know. Sometimes, stuff slips through the cracks.”

“Well, how do we fix this, then?” Dawn demanded. “If she stops using the patches, then her old cravings will come back, right?”

Gina being addicted to Nick’s seed was slightly better than the hard **** she used to use, that was for sure.

Sylvia shook her head. “It… doesn’t quite work that way,” she said. “See… after using them for this long… well… to stop now… I wouldn’t advise it.”

Dawn’s eye twitched. “Then what do you suggest?”

“I have an idea,” Rose volunteered. She cleared her throat, stirring a little awkwardly when everyone’s attention turned to her. “So, um… what if… Nick milks out his stuff, and we just… sprinkle a little on Gina’s food every meal? Could… could that work?”

Nick blushed. The idea of being milked for his semen like a cow… that was rather embarrassing. But if it was for Gina’s sake…

“Bzzzt! Nope! Won’t work!” Sylvia held up her arms in an “X”. “That’s not how the Adicktion Patches work, sorry.”

“Why not?!” Dawn exclaimed. “Wait, let me guess. She needs to get it from the source, is that it?”

“…Basically, yes,” Sylvia nodded. “Only direct transition from dick to mouth will work. Of course, that also includes him spraying on someone else and Gina licking it off, but… look, my point is that it has to be fresh! Okay?”

She turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up. “Here on Harem Hotel, we pride ourselves on only the freshest ingredients. Our semen comes directly from the source. From our shafts to your mouths. Just like our forefathers used to make!”

Nick wanted to punch her so badly.

“It… it’s fine…” Gina’s eyes were still glassy and unfocused, but her breathing had stabilized. “I just… I can handle this…”

Nobody bought that for a second.

“Sorry, Gina, but you and ‘self-control’ aren’t exactly the closest of friends,” Dawn groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I-I can do it!” Gina protested. “Look, now that I know what’s going on, I can fight against my cravings, I promise! I didn’t realize what I was doing, so that’s why I went after him so aggressively. But if it’s an addiction, then… I can handle it!”

She might have believed that. But Dawn doubted her. Everybody did.

“Look, I’m not sucking him off right now, yeah!?” She pointed out.

That was a valid point.

“Well, Gina, thank you for your self-control,” Dawn said. She noted how Gina squirmed in ecstasy at that acknowledgment, and sighed.

“Okay, are we done already?!”

Dani’s outburst surprised everybody. Her face was hot and she looked really pissed off.

“Dani, is everything okay?” Nick asked, approaching her. She took a step back out of reflex and scowled at him.

“It’s… sorry, it’s not you,” she muttered, shaking her head. “It’s just… all this talk about semen, and blowjobs… it’s gross, okay?!”

Dani’s skinship transformation was one thing. She didn’t mind making contact with Nick, even in a sexual manner.

But sucking him off and tasting his semen, that was another matter altogether. She still remembered that accursed dream Morgana had **** on her, and it made her sick to her stomach.

…And speaking of Morgana, the goth girl strolled into the room with a smile on her face, freezing when she caught the glare Dani aimed her way.

“…Eeep!” She ducked behind Mary, who had walked in with her. When Mary entered the Banquet Hall, the tone of the conversation shifted. Gina looked down, her face heating up, as if she was ashamed to be seen in this state by her buddy.

“Is everything okay?” Mary asked, looking around. “Dani, what’s the matter?”

Dani shook her head. “No, it… it’s nothing,” she muttered. She felt uneasy about what was going on, but she didn’t want to drag Mary into her problems.

The other woman’s wedding was tomorrow; she couldn’t be bothered by Dani’s issues.

Mary didn’t like being lied to. There was definitely something going on here, given how tense Nick’s expression was.

Her eyes landed on Gina, and she saw the state the other girl was in. And judging by Dawn’s frustrated expression…

…Detective Mary was on the case!

“Something’s clearly going on here!” She declared, approaching the group. “And I bet you have something to do with it, right?”

She pointed an accusatory finger at Sylvia, who whistled in surprise.

“…Well, you’re not wrong,” she admitted. “Excellent deductive skills, my girl.”

“Yeah, somehow, I don’t think that was too difficult,” Dawn said snarkily.

“Sorry Mary,” Nick apologized, approaching his fiancé. “But some stuff happened with Gina. It’s a little embarrassing, so…”

He averted his eyes, his face flushed with shame. But Mary just shook her head.

“Nick, we’re going to be husband and wife. Our wedding is tomorrow,” she pointed out, reaching up and gently touching his shoulder. “You don’t need to be ashamed of anything. Or keep secrets from me. I love you.”

Nick felt like a massive burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He sighed in relief. “Oh, that’s good,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “See… it turns out Gina is addicted to my semen, and I need to feed it to her on a regular basis.”

Mary didn’t stop smiling, but she visibly flinched. Her smile seemed frozen to her face. “I… I see…” She stammered.

She might have been willing to accept a lot, but at the same time, there were some things she wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear.

“I can handle it!” Gina exclaimed. “I just gotta have the willpower.”

Her eyes remained glued to Nick’s crotch. Her tongue slipped past her lips, licking hungrily.

“…Somehow, I doubt that’s going to happen,” Rose tittered.

Gina glared at her.

“I’m doing the best I can!” She snapped. “It’s just… hard.”

Rose’s smirk widened. Gina turned red. Was that… shame on her face?

“I-I didn’t mean it that way,” she said, for perhaps the first time ever. Since she realized that she was addicted to Nick’s seed, her raunchiness had taken a bit of a hit.

Making those kinds of comments? That was bad. Being addicted to Nick’s semen? Also bad. She was trying to live a clean life (more or less) she couldn’t slide back into addiction again!

Otherwise, she’d be a bad girl.

Nick has faith in me, she reminded herself. He values me. He wants me to be his wife. He accepts me, in spite of my faults, just like Mary. I have to prove that I’m worth that love and affection, I can’t be a junkie loser anymore!

She glanced at Mary, and felt a pang of envy in her chest. If she was going to be Nick’s wife… part of her wished she could be just like the girl in front of her. The woman she’d come to know, in her week as her buddy.

Mary had her faults, sure. But she was lovely and kind and sweet, all the things Gina was not. Gina wasn’t soft. She was hard and rough, the kind of girl you bang in a dirty alley. (Which she’d done multiple times.)

Gina couldn’t even picture Mary walking down a dirty alley.

“I promise,” Gina asserted. “I can control myself.”

Mary saw the honesty in Gina’s eyes. She saw doubt there, as well, but she could tell that Gina meant what she said.

“It’s okay,” she assured the other girl. “You don’t have to tell me that. That’s between you and Nick, after all.”

She looked at the others. Dawn and Rose seemed a little humble, and Gina was downright deferential. That seemed unusual.

…Morgana still clung to her like crazy. That was normal.

“Is something up?” Mary asked. “Why are you guys acting so weird around me?” It was like this before, too, when she’d entered. Everyone seemed uncomfortable with actually confronting her directly about this.

“Well, I mean… you’re going to be Nick’s wife,” Dani pointed out. She was the only one who had no qualms about talking to Mary like normal, because she was the only person here who had no serious feelings for Nick beyond friendship. “I guess they’re just showing their respect for the future head of the harem.”

“Wait, what?!” Mary’s jaw dropped. “Just… just because I’m going to marry Nick, that doesn’t mean I have some sort of magic authority or something! I’m just… I’m just me! I’m his wife, sure, but he’s going to marry other wives.”

“But you’ll be the first,” Rose pointed out. “And the one who’s bound to him by law, probably.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Nick cut in. He and Mary were on the same page about this. “Listen, just because Mary is going to be my wife, that doesn’t give her any sort of special authority or anything like that! It just means that she’s the first one to want to marry me, that’s all!”

“Oh… really?” Rose relaxed slightly.

“I-I see…” Gina kept stealing sidelong glances at Nick, though at least they weren’t at his crotch anymore.

“Nothing’s going to change,” Mary asserted. “I’m just the first person in something we’re all going to be a part of.”

“Me… me too?” A meek voice asked from behind her.

Mary turned to see Morgana’s hopeful face. Nick was a little uncertain about taking it that far.

“Well… we’ll see?” He offered weakly. Truth be told, he hadn’t had time to get to know Morgana, not in the heat of everything that was going on with Mary. She seemed to be making inroads with the other girls, which was important, but as far as his own relationship with her…

Was she still calling herself a witch? He didn’t even know at this point. And she was 18! Practically a child! Marrying her…

“You… you don’t want me?” Morgana looked like she was going to cry. Without her guise as a witch, she was just a shy, fragile girl.

“He didn’t say that,” Mary said, coming to her defense. “It’s just that you’re the Auditionee right now, that’s all. You don’t have an official place in his harem yet, so he’s **** to promise anything, that’s all.”

Mary looked hopefully at Nick, and he couldn’t really deny those bright green eyes of hers.

He sighed. “Yeah… something like that.”

“Really?!” Morgana sighed in relief. “Oh, thank Lucifer himself!”

Mary’s eye twitched. “…Huh?”

“Err, um…” Morgana backed away shakily. Mary was her strongest advocate, but due to her religion, the farmgirl was also a bit of a landmine as far as Morgana was concerned. She had to be really careful around her.

“Mary, just let it go,” Gina said, relaxing back into a more affable personality. She approached the two of them. “Remember what we said before? She’s a kid.”

“Hey!” Morgana snapped, scowling at the punk. “I am NOT a child! I am a witch! My spells… err… my magic…!”

She turned red as she realized everyone’s eyes were on her. She couldn’t press herself as far when it came to her persona now, not once she’d let people get to know the real her.

Instead, she was left to die of embarrassment and shame.

“Excuse me, I think we’re all forgetting something here.”

Sylvia cleared her throat, and all eyes turned to her.

“What is it?” Nick asked cautiously, not sure he’d like whatever the woman had to say.

“Oh, nothing much, just that I think you guys are being a little premature when you’re talking about the positions within Nick’s harem,” she said, her eyes sliding across the group. “You’re talking about who’s going to be the head of Nick’s harem… well, that’s going to be decided by the contest, remember? And that’s not all…”

A coy smile crossed her lips.

“There’s a certain someone who’s yet to arrive… whose responsibility will be whipping you girls into shape and leading the harem properly, since it seems none of you are up to the task.”

Nick tensed. It was the first time Sylvia was alluding to someone who would be joining the harem. “What are you talking about?” He asked suspiciously.

“An upcoming Auditionee, that’s all,” Sylvia said, smiling. “I think you’ll find her to be a pleasant surprise! Just keep an eye out. Until then, continue doing what you’re doing, my girls.”

An ominous air hung over the room. Dani looked tensely over at Nick. She still wanted to talk to him about being his best man (or woman, in this case) but things were more complicated than she liked.

Then the doors to the Banquet Hall opened.

Carly strolled in with a smile on her face. Now that she wasn’t wearing a wedding dress, she was in a much better mood. Instead, she wore an outfit that seemed made of silk. Ironically, it looked exactly like the type of outfit someone in a harem WOULD be wearing. Fine, translucent pink silk wraps clung to her body, with the only opaque pieces of cloth being the golden bikini she wore underneath it. She wore a headdress as well, and grew her hair out into a long brown ponytail to accompany it.

Marley followed behind her, feeling a lot tenser than her sister. She could feel the awkward atmosphere too, and unlike Carly, she found herself affected by those things.

“What’s going on here?” Carly asked jovially, walking to the center of the room.

“Gina’s addicted to Nick’s semen,” Rose blurted out, causing the twins to do a double-take.

“Um… say what?” Carly blinked, looking around. “Addicted to semen? Like, what, you’re joking, right? Like metaphorically?”

“I kind of get it,” Marley admitted. She still remembered tasting Nick’s seed back when she was Mimi; as a slime girl, she merged some of his semen into herself, and she had to admit- she could understand the appeal.

But that was when she was a slime. The thought of someone being addicted to semen as a person… that was just crazy. Right?

“It’s real,” Dawn said, shooting a glare at Sylvia. “One of your mom’s little tricks, again.”

Marley glanced at Sylvia, who looked away.

“…Well, it’s for sexy times…” Was the only defense Sylvia could raise.

Marley wasn’t impressed.

“I’m dealing with it the best I can,” Gina asserted. “Don’t worry! I can handle it!”

“…Well, okay then!” Carly chirped. She really just seemed to accept anything. “Although… I’m a little jealous.”

She cast a playful look at Nick. “I thought I’d be the first one to get addicted to his semen…”

Marley rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics.

Nick tried to smooth things over and get everything back on track. “Listen, guys, it’s not a big deal. We’ll just have to work through it. For now, the wedding is the most important thing that we have to focus on, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, wedding, blah, blah, blah.” Carly didn’t really care much about the specifics of the wedding. “Nick, I’m more curious about how you found out that Gina’s addicted to your semen!” She had a playful look in her eyes that told him all about how he felt.

He sighed and shook his head. “It’s a long story,” he groaned.