Shit really hit the fan (not literally, don't worry)

It was 5:29PM, I was standing outside my new second home. I could hear mom cook inside. Em and her father appeared.

"Mr. Goodman, here she is. I hope you take her proposal seriously."

"I haven't said no, don't worry. I do want to discuss the details with her first, though."

"That's fine by me, Mr. Goodman. Em, you call me when you need to be picked up again, okay?" She gave a weak nod.

I led her inside. I whispered into her ear: "He can't hear us, right? No devices?" She shook her head. "Good. Let's go to the living room." She followed me there. Looking at her face when I whispered into her ear, it seems that she didn't sleep the last night or two. "Now Em, tell me: Why the sudden proposal?"

She looked down on the carpet, still in her winter clothes. "I think it would be great for our businesses."

"Em, don't give me any excuses. I remember our last conversation. You didn't want to get married and felt safe because you were his only child."

"Yeah. I, uh... changed my mind."

"Em, tell me the truth. I'm trying to help you here. I'm not stupid, your father wants you to do this. So tell me what happened." She sighed. And remained silent. Mom barged in, with two plates. "Food is ready." She placed them in front of us alongside the cutlery and then she left again.

"Why is she here?"

"Why shouldn't she be here? I'm a busy man and I want to get you out of the mess you're finding yourself in. This is not a date."

She looked down on the floor again, then on the food. She ate it surprisingly quickly, I'm surprised it didn't burn her.

"Are you okay, Em? Please tell me what's going on, I'm begging you."

"J-James, I appreciate your help but... just say yes. Please. It'll be easier. You don't have to do this for me."

"Em... I'm not just doing this for you, although the fact that you look like a wreck makes it hard not to have sympathy with you. Truth is, I don't want a marriage for the sake of business either. If I ever marry, I want a wife who loves me, not one who was **** into it by her father. And I don't want kids anytime soon." She froze at that idea.

"James... my father... he threatened to disinherit me if I'm not engaged by the end of the year." Emily +6SP (+27SP) Seems like the idea of kids got her talking.

"But... that would mean the end of the business, right?"

"He... told me verbatim that he'd rather close down the business than let me inherit it if I'm not engaged." Emily +3SP (+30SP)

"What the fuck. Why though?"

"He... is a very traditional man. He told me by the time his sisters were as old as we are, they were married and all had at least three children." Emily +5SP (+35SP)

"Oh I see... My condolences. Why is he so insistent?"

"I can only guess... But when I was a child, I remember my father telling my mom that he regrets never trying for another child again because he wants a son to take over the business. Once he said that I shouldn't take over because I'm a woman." Emily +6SP (+41SP)

"Oh god, that's awful. And now?"

"He told me to get engaged by the end of the year yesterday. I told him that the year only has two more weeks left and that I basically don't know anyone. He told me to ask you, someone else, or risk disinheritance." Emily +1SP (+42SP)

I hugged her in silence. After a while I said: "I'm so sorry Em. But I promise you to get you out of this mess, okay?"

"James, I... I don't think that's possible."

"And what made you so confident last time?"

"W-Well, for starters he never made such demands... or threats... And well..."

"Em, please tell me. Any advantage helps."

"He's old. Very old. Nobody knows how long he's going to make it, but it can't be that long." Emily +6SP (+48SP)

I paused for a moment and ate the last bit of my food. "Who gets the company if not you?"

"He told me it'd go to an employee he really likes. He said he didn't care what that would mean for the survival of the company." Emily +2SP (+50SP) She started sobbing. "It's unfair. I worked my ass off the past few years because I want to run the company, because I wanted to make my father proud of me, because I like this job, because we needed the money to stay afloat. But all this effort... Gone in a single day. I... hate him."

I gave her some tissues and pondered on the situation more. "I think you have four options. I'll list them in the order that I believe they might work. First, you could play the act with me until he kicks the bucket. He expects a business alliance and engagements don't have any legal ****. We should be able to stall for a lot of time, if he ever requests a marriage or children. Your second option works just as well, it's just less likely to succeed. If you know the worker he plans to give the company to, try to convince the guy announce a refusal, maybe even an endorsement of your inheritance. The last two options suck, but they are options. You could give up, quit the company and either start your own or apply somewhere else. Or you could give up and give in. In that case, you'd have to trust me to act in your interests. Of course, I do promise that, but I understand the hesitation."

"Well, the third one isn't an option. I'm not throwing away six years of labor. The second one won't work either. The worker would take it and I can't blame him. I could work under him, of course, but given that I already have to work my ass off now just so the company can make ends meet, I don't think it'll last that long unless I get below minimum wage. No offense, but I'd like to avoid your fourth scenario, although the first is nearly identical, except for the stalling."

"No offense taken, don't worry. I like you Em, and I want to help you, but it's hard to trust people." In that moment, mom came in to take our plates. I looked at her hand. "Mom, you still have your wedding and engagement rings, right?" "Yeah I do, should I not... wear them?" "No it's okay, could you let Em try it on though?" "Sure." She gave the ring to Em, and it fit. "Em, take this as a lifeline. I don't know what you want to tell him when you're out of here, but use it when you need to, to save your own skin. I'll cover for you. I'd like it back once you no longer need it."

"James, I... Thank you."

"What will you tell him?"

"I need to think about it. I think the best strategy would be either to walk out with a ring or to wait until the last moment. In that case, we'd have to meet on the 31st. I hate to invite myself to parties, but could we celebrate New Years together? Just so my dad believes it? An engagement two weeks later means that he might ask for marriage two weeks down the line. I want to maximize my chances."

"That sounds good. I'll tell my mom to organize everything. I hadn't anything planned for New Years yet, but it's okay. Anything to get you out of this mess."

"Are you sure that your mom doesn't mind?"

"She's getting divorced from that fucker anyway. I'm sure she just wore it out of habit."

"Alright. Now what?"

"Well, contact your father to pick you up. By the way, aren't you warm like this? You can take off your jacket, Em."

"N-No I'm fine."

"Em, take off your jacket."

She hesitated but she followed my orders. Emily +12SP (+62SP) It was immediately obvious why she wore clothes. She looked completely disheveled, without the hood blocking the light I could clearly see her face. It looked like she hadn't slept last night, a look somewhat in contrast with her half torn pajama top she was wearing.

"Your scarf too." I was scared about what I could see, and I was right. Emily +8SP (+70SP) I couldn't say much more than a defeated "Fuck..."

"D-Do you see why I was scared now?"

"I... I'm so sorry, Em. I'll do whatever it takes to get you out of his clutches." I thought for a little, then I had an idea. "Em. This is the key to this house. Nobody lives here currently, mom lives at my place. Whenever you feel the need to, flee here. Call this number through the landline here. My mom will come and stock up everything you need, food, clothes, hygiene products. If you want to get police involved, I'm sure I can try to play some connections."

"N-No, if the police gets involved I'll never get the company."

"Alright. So our game plan over the next few days is that I organize us seeing each other more often. I'll tell your dad that I want to take some time with you in the hopes of getting actual love to spark. You'll visit me on New Years Eve and I'll tell him that I plan to propose and shortly before midnight you text him that you accepted. Is that okay?"

"Y-Yeah." She paused for a long time, and slowly put her winter clothes back on. "James... thanks for giving me hope. I really needed that. Alongside your support. If there ever is anything I can do to repay you the favor, tell me please."

"Actually, I do need something from you. The times we will meet in the next few days, I'll call you to do a job. You'll get paid normally, what I need is you to keep silent and not be too judgmental. I... I love multiple women. And they love me. And I want them to move in with me. But as a business owner and as a writer, I'm slowly becoming famous, at least locally. If a reporter asks you any questions about me, decline to answer. Especially if someone introduces herself as Megan Dapy, be afraid of saying too much."

"Uhm... sure. I can do that."

"Don't worry, it's all consensual."

"That's good but... why did you ask for not being judged? I don't think anyone would really judge a guy for having multiple girlfriends."

"Because... one of these people is my mother. She won't move out when the others move in."

"O-Oh... I don't really know what to say. In a way, I'm happy though. Even if he refuses to die and we are **** to marry, I can tell you to fuck someone else."

"That's a... good way of looking at it, I guess."

The doorbell rang, and we got to the door. Her father exited, putting on his nice and happy face. He led Em to his car, but I wanted to talk to him before he left.

"Mr. Emm, before you leave... I want to say that I haven't proposed to her yet. It was clear from the start that this was your idea. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to the idea. The thing is just that if we conspire to **** her to marry me, I just know that the day you die will be the day I'll find divorce papers on my desk. And I can't really blame her for that. What I want to do, with your permission of course, is to try and woo her. Even if it's just a spark of love, that's all I ask for, because if I make the choice to marry, I want that choice to be a stable one. I will request your company's services several times more this year, you make sure that Em has to do my requests, okay? If she's free, I'll invite her somewhere too."

"Hm. Mr. Goodman, promise me this: I want to see a ring on her finger before the new year. I understand your concerns, but they can be mitigated in other ways too. Just marry quickly and merge the businesses, then she can't leave without a way to earn money. Put a baby in her and it gets even worse. And there are always... other means."

"With all due respect sir, I wouldn't want to risk any more forceful methods, at least not while I have other options. I'd like it if you could be a bit less... forceful towards her over the next few days, too. I don't want her to feel pressured, I want her to realize I'm not a bad choice. I think I can get her to want to choose me rather than having to."

"You're playing a dangerous game, son. If this doesn't produce results... I'm not so sure if my workers can keep delivering the quality for repairs that you are currently used to." Fucker. Burn in hell with my father once you two get down there.

"I'll make sure that we get a good conclusion, Mr. Emm."

"See you, Mr. Goodman."

"See you, Mr. Emm."

I got back inside.

"James, is everything okay? What was that about the ring?"

I explained mom everything. I told her that Em might call one day and need assistance. I helped her clean up the rest of the kitchen and we left for our new home.

I briefly checked on Amber. Her breasts and ass had shrunk dramatically, but she was still a lot larger in these areas than normal. "Master, is everything alright?"

"Not really. But I have other stuff to talk about. The Cow bell trait on Klara is way too powerful. She got wet by mooing and pleaded with me to milk her, it was crazy."

"What the fuck? The app is so damn powerful."

"Yeah and we talked a lot about relationships and how she thinks about the one with you... She wants to keep both of your options open, at least while you only see each other once a week. In theory we could tell her about our relationship then."

"That's good master. Did you like to milk her? I mean, not many dudes get their hands on lesbian tits."

"It... felt weird. I mean, she's attractive, no doubt... But I felt kind of guilty. Like I shouldn't be doing this, you know?"

"Master, who cares? She asked, she wanted it. And even if she sucks your dick that's fine. Yeah she might be a lesbian. But that doesn't mean she's unable to pleasure you or that you should say no. At least not if she asks for it."

"Thanks, Amber. You helped me more than you might think."

"Helen? I saw her SP rise."

"I promised to keep it a secret."

"I... don't need to know much more in all honesty. And honestly can't blame you or going after her."

"IT WAS CONSENSUAL, AMBER. I'll tell you the story if she ever gets high enough some other time."

"Haha, don't worry master, I don't care how you enlarge your harem."