Big Decisions

I was lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, emotionally exhausted.

The day had been a fucking rollercoaster.

The raw, almost feral domination of Jennifer in the woods, followed by the crushing, polite rejection from Sandy.

I felt like I’d been dragged behind a car for miles.

I pulled up the app.

And for the first time…

I clicked on Sandy’s profile.

So these were her possible actions?

They weren’t shocking, exactly. They fit the pattern I’d seen with Jennifer and Miriam.

But there was a nagging itch in the back of my brain. Something was… off.

I sat up, rubbing my temples.

I had used the app on Sandy weeks ago at the coffee shop. Way before I taught her the slide-cancel in Apex Strike.

So why was "Keep practicing Apex Strike and the moves user taught" even an option? It shouldn’t have been one.

When did these actions update?

When I interacted with the subjects?

When I first looked at the list of actions?

…or did the app anticipate our interactions?

I sighed.

It didn’t matter. It was a magical app. It seemed to do whatever the fuck it wanted to do. It was pointless to question how it worked, it wasn't using the logic of this Earth.

I walked out onto the balcony, the cool night air biting at my skin.

I fished a cigarette from my pouch and lit it, watching the smoke drift over the sea of city lights.

Below me, hundreds of windows glowed.

Families, couples, friends.

Everybody out there had someone.

Everybody had a person they loved... and who loved them back.

Did I deserve that?

I looked at Sandy's profile again.

The truth was ugly, but it was the truth.

The hard reality was that she wasn't attracted to me.

Maybe she could be, in ten years of platonically suffering by her side, watching her date other guys, giving her advice on how to please them until she realized she loved me all along.

And only if I was lucky.

Yeah. Fuck that.

I wasn't going to live in some cuckold nightmare waiting for a miracle that would never come.

I had been given a tool. A weapon to turn my destiny away from the garbage heap it was always meant to be.

I took a harsh drag of the cigarette, the burning taste grounding me.

I was going to do it.

Yes, I was violating her free will. No amount of soul-searching would change that fact.

But was I a monster for wanting to be loved? Everyone manipulated everyone. Every compliment, every joke, every nice outfit was a tool to influence perception.

This was just more... direct.

I tapped the screen, my fingers steady.

I selected the five love actions: _Practice Apex Strike, Masturbate while thinking about User, Have pleasant dreams, Watch romantic movies, and Send a risky selfie._

My thumb hovered over the last one.

Send a risky selfie.

The thought of her phone, her fingers typing out a message, a picture of her soft skin sent just to me...

I was already getting hard.

I should probably move that one up. Get it sooner.

No. I needed to show some restraint. I could wait. I... wasn't that ****.

I added one of her streaming actions for the in-app cash. Why not? Maybe I’d buy Jennifer’s workplace just to see the look on her face.

There we go. Everything looked orderly.

Though... wait. Was Sandy even a streamer? Last I heard, she was between jobs.

Maybe she was keeping it a secret, or…

The app was deciding her career.

It was going to make her a streamer.

An e-babe.

My stomach churned.

Streaming was... kinda exhibitionist. It meant thousands of eyes on her. Thousands of guys gawking at her, making comments, donating money just to get her attention.

The NTR toggle in the settings flashed in my mind.

I immediately flicked it to OFF.

Hard pass. I wasn't sharing her with the internet.

But... I couldn't deny the thrill of the thought. Her, being sexy, performing... just for me.

No. Shut up, brain.

I was sticking to the Love route. No Corruption, no Obedience. If she wanted to get kinky, she’d have to get there on her own.

As soon as that first heart filled up, as soon as she looked at me with something other than platonic affection, I’d stop. That was the line.

I felt good about this. It was the right thing to do.

Speaking of doing the right thing...

I looked at the other two profiles. My other two “harem-mates”.

Miriam’s stats had risen slowly, but surely.

We’d had no interactions since I went to her office, which I took as a good sign.

I’d be getting my first, clearly reduced salary this month. But that’s fine. I had faith in the plan.

And then…

There was Jennifer.

When I tried getting into her stats, the app pestered me with notifications. It demanded I remove 3 of her available actions.

She currently had 31, and 28 was the limit.

I sighed. Might as well get this over with.

In the end, the decision was quite simple.

Yeah, “getting drunk at the bar” gave her -3 stress, but only 2 corruption. And since “Stress” never felt like a real problem, I decided to get rid of that one.

“Exercise” and “clean the house” were practically the same. Both gave 2 obedience and 1 stress. I decided to remove the “clean the house”-option.

And for the last one, I removed “put on sexy makeup”. It gave 3 corruption, but was only available at mornings. Pretty useless.

And now there were only 28 actions left. Many of them had changed values again, after her fourth had filled in.

Not that I should have been so tactical about these.

I was already slowly reaching the conclusion I had to make.

I think my time with Jennifer should probably end, now that I was focusing fully on Sandy.

There was no practical benefit to stringing the volatile woman along anymore.

Did I have deeper feelings for her?

…

No, I don’t think I did. She was fucking hot, but way too intense for me.

My finger hovered over the DELETE PROFILE button.

It was time.

I had used Jennifer for my own needs, testing the limits of the app and my own courage.

I had conquered her. I didn't need a harem. I just needed a girlfriend.

I should be a man. End it. Let her go back to her life.

But...

My finger wouldn't press down.

Why?

Was I weak?

Was I greedy?

Or... was leaving her like this actually the coward’s way out?

Think about it.

I had used her.

I had dominated her.

I had made her masturbate to thoughts of me for weeks.

I had soaked her in my cum and left her wanting.

I still remembered the feel of her pussy through her pants. So hot… and moist.

And now I was just going to delete her file? Leave her high and dry? With nothing but hurt feelings and aching blue balls?

That wasn't being a man. That was being a prick.

She was wet for me. That was a fact, arrogant as it was to say it.

She deserved... a goodbye. A proper send-off.

Yeah. That was it.

A proper way to end things.

A goodbye fuck.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.

I felt good about this.

It wasn't manipulation; it was a mercy mission.

I was going to give her what she needed.

So, how to do it? Walk up to her at work and say "Wanna fuck"?

…

Or…

Should I use an event? You know, to make things go smoother?

Her second corruption event was so... close.

If I filled that heart... the app would handle the setup. It would make things go... smooth.

I grabbed the schedule editor. I cleared the board.

I selected only the high-yield corruption actions.

Yeah, there we go.

Only three actions. That’s all I needed.

Then the event could start as early as… tomorrow night.

Good.

I proper way to end things with Jennifer.

With… fucking.

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Author's note: Massive thanks to UnwantedOpinion for creating such a cool UI for the Idle app!