Jennifer Whatley - Obedience Event 2

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Technically, Miriam’s stats weren’t that different from Jennifer’s starting values. In fact, I could see a lot of similarities.

There was masturbating in the shower, pretty much the same money-making system, and Hell, they both had the inclination to pinch their own nipples.

Other things did jump out, though.

“Evaluate workers”. Something that could be said was a part of her normal job description. Yet, it gave her 10 Love towards me. The only way to interpret that: My work was so exemplary that she couldn’t help but falling in love when she saw the quality of my bug-fixing.

That… or it was a stable value no matter how good or bad my work was?

Other notable thing was the massive spike in Stress compared to Jennifer. Taking suggestive pics for media was freaking 20 points. Double what it had been for Jennifer. As was nipple-pinching. Hell, the woman got some stress just by having a pleasant dream about me? She was definitely wired differently.

And what about “Clean house in the nude”? That was such a dramatic change from Jennifer’s simple “Clean the house”. Why did the app give her that variation? Something about her I wasn’t aware of?

If anything, it was clear she had to live alone. I had never inquired about her relationships status, but based on the clearly missing family photographs from her office it appeared that work was her main focus in life.

She was ready to drink wine alone on the weekends… And have a “one-night stand.”

A real career-gal stereotype, I guess.

I hadn’t switched her NTR off yet. It was probably the only reason that I could send to have sex with some random dude.

…and I wasn’t going to switch it off.

I had to keep pounding it to my head. This wasn’t about building a damn harem. This was about getting a single girlfriend. Sandy.

There was only one, simple, reason I was doing this to Miriam.

I wanted to turn her back into a human.

I had to get under that cold, hard skin. To make her care about her fellow man.

I wasn’t going to have sex with her. I wasn’t going to discipline her. The only thing she needed was the one thing she was desperately lacking.

Love.

A small victory in a world where machines were taking over. I owed it to every single person chewed up by the industrial cogwheels of progress.

This was for the replaced, the outsourced, the forgotten.

I didn’t even care how cringe that sounded. I was doing this.

The moment she re-instated me to my job and kicked out that damn AI, I knew I had fixed some part of her.

I wondered how many events I needed? How high did I have to raise her love?

Hell, I could probably achieve this just by reaching Love Event 1. During that event I could tell her how sad and **** I was to get my job back, and she could prove her budding love by… giving me that?

Maybe?

I got to working on her schedule.

Unlike Jennifer’s five, her profile started with seven open slots.

The app was definitely speeding things up — but why the sudden jump from five to seven?

Oh, wait… Miriam was the third member of the “harem”. So I guess Sandy would have six open starting slots?

I frowned and scrolled through the interface for the first time in a while.

How many names could this thing even hold?

How big was this supposed to get?

Wait… The fourth harem slot was locked?

I… I couldn’t get anybody new if I wanted?

No, wait. It was possible to unlock it.

I needed 10 overall hearts for that.

Apparently, I had actually unlocked the third slot when I got my third heart. I didn’t even notice it.

And.. For five members I needed 20 hearts?

For six members, 30 hearts… and so on.

Huh. I guess there were some limitations to-

Jesus, Ron. You’re starting to sound like a guy disappointed with only three women in his “harem.”

And they’re not my harem!

I was targeting only one… and that’s it!

I finished up Miriam’s schedule.

See?

I could have easily filled up all her seven slots, but I was already maximized on her “love”. These five activities were enough. I wasn’t going to corrupt her, nor play bdsm games with her. The only game here was “love”.

And… Might as well keep gathering that useless in-game cash. I don’t think doing that harmed anybody. I had only three of those things in stock, and there might come a moment I’d need that for whatever reason.

For now, Miriam would go to my backburner. It would take a whole month until her love-event came available.

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Monday evening. One and a half weeks later.

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JENNIFER WHATLEY

CORRUPTION: 169

LOVE: 134

OBEDIENCE: 200

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The event was finally here.

And honestly, it couldn’t have come sooner.

Sandy had asked me to play again that weekend, but with what little dignity I had left, I’d told her maybe next week.

I could already picture it—me, fumbling over my words, saying something awkward enough to make her block me forever.

All I needed was one more session.

Just one more session with Jennifer.

To make me a man.

And here it was.

In a jogging park.

Fuck.

I’d never even come here. My physical exercise was getting up in the morning.

But nothing in Jennifer’s schedule told me she liked running either.

Then again, during the last few weeks, I had made her exercise to sweat me some of those obedience points. Maybe she was starting to like it or something?

Either way, I had no real idea about where to find her.

The park was huge, as was the track.

The only thing I could do was walk along it, hoping to bump into the event.

Not that I was having any luck.

Multiple runners, families and dog-walkers passed me by, none of them looking like my surly gothic beauty.

I spent nearly an hour going back and forward, growing more and more frustrated with each step.

Then I heard it—

“Think fast, dickhead!”

Before I could even react, a bottle of cold water splashed across my head.

I gasped from the sudden aquatic ****, blinking through the droplets, and there she was—

Jennifer. Running ahead of me, tight black jogging outfit hugging every perfect curve.

She didn’t slow down. She just turned halfway to flip me two middle fingers and kept going.

What the fuck?

Did she hate me again?

Either way, if I didn’t do anything, she would soon be just a blip in the horizon.

So what could I do?

I began running after her.

“Wait!” I yelled.

“Fuck off!” she shouted back—and pushed herself faster.

But that’s when it happened.

Her foot clipped a rock, and before she could catch herself, she stumbled hard, veering off the path and tumbling toward a patch of trees and thorny brush.

I didn’t think. I just dove after her.

My hands caught her mid-fall...

and then gravity did the rest.

We crashed through the undergrowth together, a blur of tangled limbs, branches, and dirt.

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Author's note: Massive thanks to UnwantedOpinon for the Idle Harem UI!