With a quick stop elsewhere

After I had done work, I clocked out at 5PM. I needed a break, honestly, I needed to think about everything that had happened. I arrived at my mom's house, my second home now. I decided to clean up after yesterday, and briefly wrote mom: 'I'll clean up the second home, don't worry. Might not eat at home. Don't worry, everything's okay. You did a great job over here.' 'Thank you so much, master' She took an unusually long time to respond, but I assumed that was just because her trait made it difficult to focus.

While cleaning up, I had one major question in mind. Why didn't I defend myself? When Christine argued with me, I defended my friends, but not myself. Not even when she wanted to slit my throat. I...

Had I gotten too used to women submitting easily to me? Had I thought I could talk her out of it? Not really, honestly. I had no game plan and I still played. But then why didn't I defend myself...?

Maybe I should rephrase that question. Why should I have defended myself? What was there worth fighting for? My life? My... life... I rested on the couch after having finished cleaning. Maybe that's why I was so unwilling to act. My plan for my life was to get to know the girls in the app more and then decide whether to date them. But that was a short-term to intermediate-term goal. Plus... if I was this careless with my life... had I ever valued it bedore?

Fuck... Two weeks ago, I expected to live alone for the rest of my life, barely having friends. And now things had changed but my attitude towards life hasn't changed with it yet? I... What was I doing with my life, how could I have been so careless with my life? I think... I always had some mental distance to my new life. Even as the app proved to be correct countless times, I still resisted in accepting it. Not just for moral reasons, it also never seemed... real. I always treated it as if it could disappear tomorrow and I'd be lucky if the women released from its control didn't plan to skin me alive.

But as things settle in and the app remains, I have to accept the realities it creates, no? I have to accept my new life, because even if it could be history tomorrow, that's no reason to act as if today's events didn't matter and never occurred. The app creates real desires in people like Donna, and while it gives me the occasional creative freedom in how to shape their personalities, and the option to sell, the lives of the women I choose these traits for don't get any less real just because I pressed a button in an app and that made it happen. I need to be responsible for the women I dominate, I need to be there for them when they need help. Of course. But I also need to treat them seriously. Sure, there's obviously sexual benefits from me actually letting them act on their kinks and everything, but you know, I shouldn't treat these desires any less just because they're from a trait. In Amber's case, the trait acts more of a power-up than an enabler anyway.

Yes, long story short I had some motivation to live again. To fight back next time, because I knew I was needed and wanted. It took a while for that message to sink in, honestly.

I wanted to leave, when suddenly my phone rang. Bartholomew.

"Hey bro, everything okay?"

"Yeah James, don't worry. I'm just calling because I realized something. It's the end of the year, right? This should be the time for GRC to buy some cheap real estate."

"Cheap real estate? Why? How?"

"Well, simply put, your father put some money aside for business expansion, he usually spent it at the end of the year. The reason is simple: The debt market. Some apartments get sold for dirt cheap together with the debt that the tenant still owes. Dad simply bought those apartments, forgave the debt, and lowered their rent. Christmas is the time of year that most people are poorest, so the market gets flooded whenever companies realize their tenants will never be able to pay."

"Crude, but effective. Can you tell me where to buy these apartments?"

Bartholomew walked me through the process, it was a website by the city. In the meantime I had also found out that I could spend, about a million.

"Okay, Bartholomew, I can see an issue here: The cheapest apartment in the city costs 521.3k. So I can only buy one. Should I go for the suburbs then or maybe wait for next year?"

"Hm, you can go for local businesses in the suburbs and a few houses or apartments. Private home owners don't like it too much when we buy in bulk, because it lowers the price of the house they had paid quite a lot for."

"Alright, Bartholomew. I bought 5 local businesses for around 294.9k, I'll spend the rest on random houses across various suburbs."

"Good ideal, call me when the paperwork arrives, I'll walk you through the process."

"No problem, see you."

"Bye."

Ah, there was one thing he hadn't immediately thought of, but I had. Maybe I was getting a hang of this business. Maybe it was just because it involved Em.

'Hello Em, GRC is looking to acquire new properties, including in the suburbs. Does that complicate things for your company or not? Will send a full list of new properties once the sale goes through.'

I looked at the screen of dad's work computer again. I saw a file labeled PLEASE_READ.txt. I opened it and it was a short notice from Jane's team that they deleted the camera connections in the software. I opened the software my father used to spy on some of his tenants, and sure enough, there were no live feeds to watch anymore. I clicked around the app, and found that he had an account with it. His history did not reveal anything more than those five cameras, but I assumed Jane's team knew that already. I deleted the account and uninstalled the app fully.

I opened the company email just to make sure I didn't miss a thing, and I didn't, but... I noticed the video again. Laura recorded herself. It felt wrong, but I still clicked on the video. I mean, she had sent it, right? She wanted this? I think?

The video was nothing special. Or maybe I was just getting snobby with all the tits and pussies I could sully in by now. She was simply there, undressing herself, looking through her closet, wiggling her cute butt whenever she faced away from the camera towards the closet. I didn't know what to do with the video, so I left it there. I shut down the computer and returned home.

I arrived home and ate dinner. It was to be another lonely evening, but one I desperately needed. There was no longer anything to do. I simply went to my room, and slept like a log all through the night...