Dump the ass. Make him PAY!

I look at the app I decide to make a vindictive quest. Of course, Target Unawareness on, Public as well, so I can go full anger if I need to.

Madelon will receive the following quest:

• Go to have coffee in a place with your boyfriend.
• Invite Pieter to the same place, same time.
• Dump your boyfriend at the coffee place whilst Pieter is there.
• hide behind Pieter after you dump him.
• If he becomes violent, let Pieter step in.
• Hug Pieter for comfort.

I double-check the wording to make sure all the things will work in the context. Looks good.

Select reward:

• perk: Brocon I
• perk: Damsel in Distress I
• better relationship with Pieter.

I guess relationship again, but my finger slips.... fuck I selected Damsel in Distress I. Hope it doesn't bite her in the ass. How the fuck is that a normal perk?

Well, better get to my damsel. She is making notes as the other two are reading each other's things to her. I wave as I come in. Talk about the sudden phone call I had. Roos smiles; the other two are confused. I explain my strained relationship. She has been in abusive relationships, which I have often put an end to. That doesn't surprise me with how my parents are. I get a text 'Jessica told me Roos is in the hospital. And that you will be administering the test, but she will judge. She doesn't expect you to work yet. Want to talk about it over coffee? I know a place, it is near your work.'

'Sure, see you tomorrow. ;)'

Jullia gets up after this exchange. "This might have been too intimate for someone not a part of this." She gestures to the three of us.

I roll my eyes. "I am the judge of who I share stuff with, not you. Remember that. I have hundreds of recipes no one needs to know about. They have some wacky recipes I don't expect you to recreate." She looks at me and at me. Both of them shrink away at my remark.

With a curious look, Jullia asks, "Please tell me. Pleeeeaaaase." The two tell tales of their piss and yeast experiments. And Anne adds, we are still eating the bread. I nod. "Fuck, you three are kinky, fun and non-judgmental. I want Pieter for myself... but I am willing to play third fiddle as long as I can keep my own place for now."

"For now?" I ask.

"Yes, for now, master." She says, kissing my feet. "Please allow this **** the pleasure of living in a private apartment until your new home is renovated. Please allow me some living expenses." I smile and nod.

"Under one condition, you spend the nights Roos is in the hospital warming her spot. And you film all your edges and send it in a group chat with us on Telegram." She wholeheartedly agrees. As night falls, we head home. Roos needs a rest.

As the three of us return home, Anne undresses quickly, Julia is stunned, and picks up that that's the rule. Anne has gone to the toilet. Julia looks surprised. I, however, ask: "Are you taking over for Roos?" She nods. I oblige; she also likes watersports, so this might be a welcome treat. She does the edging like Roos. "You don't need to mimic her; she will be back. There is no brain damage, just a shitty response to bright flashes of light." She continues to her 5 edges. Julia looks at it with fascination. However, for her, I suggest coming into my bedroom. "Let her finish her fun, we will have some fun here. So, any kinks except dom-sub you have? That one is obvious, you wouldn't have agreed to this." She shakes her head. I nod. "I will start easy. Pull out my cock without hands."

She blinks and is shocked at the ease with which I order these things. She opens my fly with her teeth and my underpants down. Sadly, the button stops it from coming out to play. Seeing her problem, I open the button at the top, allowing it to spring free. "Hey, I was supposed to free it."

(Anne's POV)

I walk in to see the new blonde in the master's harem fumble with opening his pants. She has a nicely trained ass, strong legs and petite tits, a pear in every sense of the word. She has straight long hair, which she has pulled in a pragmatic ponytail. A face dominated by her long nose. Makes it all the more ironic that she got the witch class. Whist also definitely being able to be called a gym bunny in the right clothes. She didn't even wear a bra, so tiny are her tits. Master has a type. But that is subby girls, not necessarily appearance-based.

How much Bart complains about his shit descriptions of characters is funny. The joke is lizardman, frogpeople have decent to good descriptions. He might have just said 'a brunette rounded the corner to lecture me on food' if even the brunette part. If it were a kobold, he might have said 'the red kobold with copper spots throughout the scales on its neck reaching waist high. Brow furrowed, nostrils flaring, he rounded the corner to lecture me on food.'

He is faceblind and bodyblind. I asked him recently how he would describe me now. 'A brunette with an ass soft like marshmallows with great bounce. A waist perfect for wrapping your arms around to lift her and do with as you please. Breasts are a good handful, nipples inverted, playfully poking out from time to time. Soft lips that quiver when I touch your behind. Usually scented with roses. Light curls through your hair.' He described what he felt, not visuals. Which is good, but still, some of that description was because of our relationship. Most of it he could never say in pleasant company.

Ohh wait, she is mad cause he helped. "Julia, you had to do it without your hands, right?" She nods. "His helping you out of a situation that he thought was hopeless doesn't stop you from having completed it. Master looks to be reasonable where he can. You can ask for help. It is literally a rule."