Playtime's over

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Chapter 22

I really should stop having doubts. But it's already too late. The MCD is locked away in my closet in the small room with my other things. I could of course go back, get the MCD and see what paths the device has in store, but...

"Hey Finn!" Rania saves Candice, Lynn and Sonya from their fate by running towards me and waving.

"Hey Rania," I greet and look at her young, trained body in her sports outfit. "New clothes?" She stops in front of me with her ponytail bobbing.

"Yes! Thanks for noticing." Standing on tiptoe, she turns around in front of me, spreading black streaks on the gym floor that I have to wipe away later. But her radiant demeanor is exactly what I need after the confusing day at college. "Candice said I looked good in it. What do you think?" I hesitate for just a moment. Rania is still friends with these rich bitches and I wonder what she had to do for that. Or did she buy the outfit with her own money and Candica just advised her? The **** Honesty Perk could help me, but I have a good feeling about Rania and would rather ask her myself. "Why are you asking? But yes, Candice bought me the outfit so that I would fit in with the team." I turn around briefly. From my usual place at the edge of the field, always off to the side, never in the group, always alone, I see the girls standing together and preparing for the game.

They train hard, I have to give them that, and they take training seriously. Rania will fit in well with the group.

"Just like that," I say and hold back. We are all adults here and have enough honor not to behave like little children. "I'm glad you've found friends."

"Speaking of friends," Rania then says without turning away from me. We stand together off the field and maybe it's naive of me to think like that, but I like the idea of ​​two outsiders coming together through their favorite sport. "What do you think of my suggestion? Your answer was pretty brief."

That's right. I answered Rania's question by saying that I'd be happy to give her tips, but I didn't mention the friendly game. Firstly because it's not my job to teach the girls here. I could, no question, but we have Coach Jenkins, who is already watching Rania impatiently as he does with many of the girls, maybe a bit too close for comfort. He wouldn't approve of me, a boy, interfering in his training plan for the girls. Secondly, I held back because her friends might have a problem with it and... somehow I want to protect Rania, but at the same time make sure that she doesn't become as lonely as I... used to be. And lastly... She suggested we meet up alone... And I'm fucking my sister... And I'm about to go on a date with Bella.

At some point I'll have to accept that the MCD isn't just going to limit itself to providing me with girls for my physical needs. And I'm not complaining about that.

But I like Rose. A lot.

And I like Bella.

And Lisa is my best friend.

"Finn?"

That's right. It's too late for that now too. Somehow I'll find a solution to this chaos and be able to question my monogamous feelings. But for now... Now I'm glad I didn't activate Rania.

"Sorry," I turn to her again. "It was a very... interesting week. Stressful. But I'd like to try a game with us. See if I can still do it."

"For real?" Rania beams. Then she winks mischievously at me. "Then come on." And nods towards the field. "And we still need a girl." Her giggle is cute. "A man, of course."

"I can't do that," I raise my hands. "Really nice of you, Rania, but I work here and..."

"Oh come on," she pouts and smiles at me with a smile that could put the world at her feet. "Coach Jenkins certainly wouldn't mind. He certainly wouldn't even notice you among the pretty girls, if you know what I mean." The question of whether the coach is a little too interested in the rich, pretty and sexy girls has been floating around for some time now, comes pretty naturally, given his environment, but there have been no complaints against him so far and fortunately, even if he is certainly not the best choice with his slightly protruding beer belly, one accusation is not enough to throw him out of the club.

"I can't," I insist. "I really don't have time and..."

"Please, Finn? Pretty please?"

"Don't think we're showing you mercy," Candice grins cheekily as I stand opposite her at the net, and bends over so far that her small breasts are clearly visible under her tight-fitting top. Rania, with her even smaller titties, can do it like that, but even with Candice's cute breasts...

I almost miss the serve that Sonya sends directly to me with calculated precision. From behind I hear Rania's warning scream, but my instincts kick in and I smash the ball high into the air and a little behind me. The young Lebanese woman is immediately on the line and plays the ball to one of her teammates, who finally hurls the ball over the net. There it is received by Lynn, who hurls it up with a stony expression and brings it to Candice. She, of course, immediately plays the ball over the net. But here I am. My butt hurts as I go down on my knees. I'm not wearing any protective clothing, I'm just playing 'for fun', and God, it's fun.

"Mine!" Rania shouts and brings the ball up. "Finn!"

"Got it!" I shout, my lungs full of air and I feel light. I jump up, see Candice's shocked look out of the corner of my eye, then the ball crashes down. Point for us.

"Yes!" Rania screams, runs towards me and hugs me. And I hug her. Just briefly, not deeply. But it feels good.

"Go on!" I shout and point at Candice. "The next point goes to us too." And when she shows me the finger, I realize that I've felt so good in my job for months.

The game continues. We're leading. Sweating and breathing heavily, Rania, I and the rest of the team drive our opponents across the field. Rania is really good, even if she steals the ball from me now and then. But that doesn't bother me and the other girls in the group are slowly warming up to me too. We continue playing under the watchful eyes of Coach Jenkins.

At some point, Rnia says a short goodbye to go to the bathroom and we stop the game.

"Good game," I gasp, go to the net and hold up my hand. Sonya, who is standing in front of me, ignores the gesture.

"You are so easily manipulated," she says without much emotion in her voice and turns away from me.

"I'm not a robot," I reply and see Sonya roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Good game, loser!" calls Candice, comes to the net and returns my friendly gesture.

"You're the loser here," I grin happily and see that she is almost eagerly accepting my perhaps painful stab. "Not much longer," she grins and turns from me, showing me her bum in the short, black shorts. What does she mean by that, I ask myself, but Lynn already gives me my answer.

"We're definitely not going to let ourselves be beaten like that again," she says and claps with me too. Could it be that I've earned the girls' respect through this match? As confusing as the day started, it seems so easy now. Is it really just because I finally had fun here?

"I'm always happy to be available for a little duel," I offer Lynn my friendship. And she even smiles, perhaps a little strangely, but after all, we haven't really known each other before. Finally, under the coach's gaze, his chubby belly pointed at me, I decide to go back to doing my job.

"Looser!" Lynn calls after me, but I just salute playfully and jog back to my task.

That was really fun. I'm damn happy. Maybe I shouldn't take this whole thing so seriously. Life, my job, my rivalry with these rich b... girls. And not the MCD either. My life is good enough and maybe it's time to end this chapter, maybe the story of Finn Lynchwood, while it's going well? Maybe I don't need to get Rose to +100. Maybe I just need to do a little more, just a few points with my family and Lisa, and then my life won't be so bad after all. Who needs +100 for every subject? And what kind of degrading name is 'subject' anyway? I'm dealing with people here. This isn't a game for me.

And I'm only human. I've tasted the power and maybe exploited it a little too much. Maybe I should let it go.

And as a human being, I realize that I am happy with it. Just a few more points and then this story will be over.

And first of all, have a sip of water.

Out from my lips, the music for 'Final Countdown' echoes from the stone walls of the corridors behind the gym that separate the changing rooms, sanitary facilities and my first aid room/changing room from the gym. And there's Rania.

"Hey there teammate!" I greet her.

"Hey," she says as she comes towards me. The girls' changing room is actually on the other side of the corridor but the toilets are right next to my changing room. "What are you doing here?" She doesn't slow down as she comes towards me, she probably wants to go back to her friends.

"Just a quick drink," I grin. "Then we will win this thing. Thanks to you." She winks at me as she walks past me.

"Take care," she says, then she disappears.

I turn further down the corridor and push open the unlocked door to my changing room/first aid room. There's my sports bag, next to my backpack and there's my water bottle...

It's on the wrong side of the bag.

"What..." I know exactly, because I drank something from it earlier and then put it to the left of my bag, not the right, holding the MCD in my Hand. I know exactly and... My brow furrows. My sports bag is half open. I'm a little doubtful about myself. I was lost in thought and decided not to use the MCD and... "Oh fuck!" But no, the device is still there. Shaking my head, I put it back in the bag...

Then I notice the photos.

"Oh no..."

There's Rania.

I didn't want to see her naked like that for the first time. Fuck I didn't wanted to see her naked at all!

Or Lynn either!

And Candice...

I'm more confused by how naughty she looks in the photo then why I'm looking at her naked body. What's happening? All three photos are large, good quality, edited and professionally shot. I blink and ask myself...

The answer comes a few seconds later when Coach Jenkins rushes into the room.

The four girls I had the match with are behind him. Candice and Lyn have tears in their eyes.

"I knew it," the coach grins evilly when he sees me with the pictures in my hand.

The rest happens very quickly. Crying and screaming, Candice complains that I **** her to take the perverted photo.

And Lynn and (and this breaks my heart) Rania claim, Lynn with tears, Rania with a shaky voice, that I hacked the photos from their phones.

I am not asked and Coach Jenkins seems more satisfied that his side glances are no longer the worst thing that happens in this gym. And he is right.

Bad things happen here. I know it, feel it. With him. A man knows the looks another man gives cute girls and sexy women. But not with those... women? Was I so blind not notice what they planned?

And of course, coach Jenkins is in on the game. Why not? I'm his fucking stupid scapegoat. A plaything for these girls.

I'm fucked.

Against all the rules, I am locked in my small room until the police arrive, which should only take a few minutes.

I want to cry.

I don't want my life to be over. But more importantly...

Jey, I'm a pervert. I fucked my sister and got my dick sucked by my mom.

But at the same time, I would never do something like the girls said I did. Heck, there are all these other girls who did nothing against me. I would never risk that they, innocent people, people who have no interest, bad or nice, in me, would get hurt.

I think about calling Rose. I want to tell her that I messed up. Ask for help. And then I have to contact Bella. And Lisa will be destroyed by it.

At best my reputation is ruined, at best. And at worst...

But I don't want to think about prison right now.

Maybe it's because of the past few days that changed me. But I think it's more because I don't want to lose the people I like and love. I would never hurt them. And I would never hurt the people in this club, only to be able to come back at Candice and her bad bunch.

But I know someone who will.

I raise my head. There is the computer that the coach uses to check the girls' medical records. And I already have a hunch.

A fucking hope.

But I know Jenkins. Where I'm a bad person, I know how I would do it.

The most important thing now is to keep calm. And then... The PC has a password but I know it. It's a **** act but I'm fucking ****.

There are the medical records. But I'm not looking for that. I'm looking for... The recordings from the video CCTV. And there is the data. Seven cameras in the building and...

I may be perverted. But I'm not dangerous. And I don't kick weak people when the lay on the ground. Coach Jenkins did. And Candice. And Lynn. Even Sonyawho, and I know that, must have knwon what they did. With the help of Rania.

Initiation rites?

I search and find. There it is. He just hid the eighth folder poorly, as a subfolder in the third.

And I have no scruples. And that doesn't even have anything to do with my problems.

Now the game is on.

I hammer against the door.

"Jenkins? Jenkins!"

A few minutes later, it is Coach Jenkins who tells the police with a serious face that the girls were just playing a mean prank on me. I am questioned briefly, but since the coach defends me, the law enforcement officers can't do much except give us angry looks, ask the girls who, not surprisingly, step back quickly, now that thery plan is blown.

"What now?" asks the coach, eyeing the PC on which the videos can be found that he secretly recorded with the extra camera in the girls' shower.

"Now we're talking about my future here," I say.

The sun is already setting. It took a long time and I was there during the conversations that the coach had over the phone. But now the matter is settled and luckily, luckily for me, but for the girls as well, I don't have to see Lynn, Candice, Sonya or Rania again today.

With the MCD in my hand, I wait for the bus and...

"Fuck! FUCK! These bitches are going to pay for this!"

Rania has smuggled the photos into my bag. And then she stole my fucking bus ticket from my fucking wallet.

This is the end of the games. Now I'm getting serious.

Playtime's over bitches.

It's a long way home.

Long enough to plan my ****.

And long enough to activate four profiles on the MCD.

Candice Barber / The Painslut "That hurts so good!"

As the subject progresses, it will learn to enjoy the physical and emotional pain and humiliation inflicted by the user and become more and more dependent on him for getting it's fix.

PS -100

Lynn Huoa / The Rival "I will destroy you!"

As the subject progresses, it will feel the need to enter into a rivalry with the user and compete against him in competitions and trials of all kinds and try to win against him. The higher the subject's PS, the more it is willing to make a high, risky or humiliating bet against the user.

PS -100

Rania Naziri / The thief "My precious!"

As the subject progresses, it will develop an **** obsession with stealing the object that the user previously has declared to it as 'my most prized possession'. It will use any means to gain possession of the object, especially physical attraction and charm. If the object is 'stolen back' by the owner or one of his subjects, the subject will be devastated and in need to steal it back into its possession.

PS -100

Sonya Mackintosh / The Robot "Beep boop beep. Yes Sir!"

As the subject progresses, it will become more and more a mindless mechanical tool of the user, tailored specifically to his needs. The robot's aspects will increasingly replace the human side of the subject, while the user will eventually become the primary user of the subject.

PS -100

And of course...

Congratulations User Finn Lynchwood. You have gained all Members of your work circle on the MCD. You've started the completion of the Set: The Volleyball Bitches

Bring every Member to Progress Score +0 and earn a special Perk, specialized and exclusively tailored to you!

Message from the author: I think it was a good decision to activate the four girls together. I already have a good idea of ​​the next 'match' that Finn will play with them.

I also hope that it was okay to cut the whole thing with the police short. In the end, I just needed a way to get rid of the coach, who I hadn't built in enough anyway. But I'll definitely go into his disappearance and the girls' reactions in the next Volleyball Bitches chapter.

Now Finn comes home in the next chapter and earns himself a few points. Playtime's over bitches.

Feel free to leave your thoughts, suggestions and wishes for the four new paths and tell me if you were able to guess who gets which path based on my clues in this chapter. I mean, hey, Rania steals the ball from Finn?

Otherwise, please remember that I rewrote and added to the last chapter. If you haven't done so yet, feel free to read it again.

And thank you all so much for choosing this story as a story of the week. I am so damn grateful to all of you for this honor, which I have never had in my career.