Of Dreams and Soreness

Felix woke up feeling more sore than he ever had in his life before, especially in his dick. Z hadn't been joking around when she said she wasn't going to stop until came cummed again, and that had meant milking another couple of orgasms out of him with her ass. He was also supremely worn out feeling, making him thankful he did not have to exercise today. Turning around in his bed, the oni was up, but hadn't left like some others did. Instead she was talking to Nox, who Felix then remembered had, as a climax of sorts for last night's activities, cummed harder than he had ever seen anyone, of any gender or species, orgasm before.

Masturbate in Front of Master: +5 VP

The goblin was knocked out by the **** of her orgasm and had to be taken to bed by Z. It was one of the things last things he had seen before collapsing to sleep. Turning over again, he saw Cammy near the door, already dressed. When had she come back? He was going to wonder how she fit, until he looked and saw that his bed was even bigger.

"Alright Felix, I know you want to sleep in, but you need to shower," Z said. "And right now, keeping your dick clean after anal is important."

After groaning from the effort, Felix dragged himself out of bed and showered, surprised to find Z with him. He wasn't to the oni being affectionate with him at all, and initially thought this would be a rare moment of that from her. But then she cleaned his dick, and he realized it was a combination of ensuring he did a good job, along with the oni still being horny after all of that. Maybe oni creatures had the female equivalent of morning wood?

Once cleaned, they all walked to the mess hall. Felix would grab a light breakfast, more because he really just wanted to go back and lay down. Knowing he had a date with Winters only made this worse, because... well, would he be able to get it up? It didn't feel like could right now. Cammy seemed to notice that, as she went up to him and said, "Babe, you okay?"

"I'm really, really sore," Felix said. "It was amazing but... damn am I sore. I'm worried I won't be able to do it again today-"

He was cut off by the arrival of Vizrokoth. "Oh poor baby, that won't do."

Before Felix could object, or do anything to prevent what he assumed would be a terrifying outcome, the demon got out an oil that she then spread over his dick. Before he knew it, he suddenly felt far better, with all the soreness in his junk dissipating away. He was still tired, but it wasn't as overwhelming.

"Is there a catch?" Felix asked. "Because otherwise, that feels amazing."

"Oh, it'll feel better for your partner," Vizrokoth said. "It will also be harder for you to cum later. It's a tradeoff, you get to feel better now, your partner will love it, but you're going to need a long sex session to cum again."

"Well, could be worse I guess," Felix said while Cammy wrapped her arm around him to reassure him. "Should I..."

Felix trailed off once he saw the demon was gone. After that, he focused on his breakfast, told Cammy about his prior night, and just tried to relax. Once he finished breakfast, he went back to the master suite to rest, figuring that if Vizrokoth needed him for something, she could just grab him. She had done so before after all...

Janessa had a good rest, despite dreaming about her life as Smith. It wasn't a nightmare, but what it reminded her of made her feel alone, isolated. As she left her bedroom, and strolled through the dojo, which was once again refreshed, she thought about her current position. Her date with Felix was, once again, on Thursday, but unlike last week, she didn't think she could go through with doing anything erotic with him. Which wouldn't be such a problem, except he hated her guts, and nothing in the new timeline had changed that except maybe just making the feeling ever more mutual.

When Janessa entered the mess hall, she saw Felix eating with his girlfriend. He looked tired, not in a bad way, but rather from truly exerting himself. Z, and Nox were calmer than they had seem them in awhile, with the goblin especially looking worn out. Whether that was from the brutal treatment they received at the hands of the oni, because of how intense her date with Felix had been, or both, was unclear.

While in this train of thought, the angel next saw Noah and Hailey enter. The slime girl seemed agitated, presumably from her roaring, out of control libido. This was something Janessa understood all too well, as she now had to masturbate every single day, without exception, for hours at a time. Sure, she had gotten permission from her heaven, but she now understood that without constant sexual release, she would've gone mad. This slime girl had the same problem, except she didn't have the dignity of getting to masturbate normally, if what she had heard was true.

As for Hailey, well, she was a normal girl in a very strange world. Oh sure, she was a tomboy who hung out with nerds, but compared to the rest of them, she was a very normal teenage girl. Janessa hated that she had to have sex with Felix, but the girl didn't seem to mind it. Heck, other than the occasional blush when she looked at him, she seemed just fine, chatting with Noah about something the angel didn't understand like nothing had happened.

As Janessa got her own breakfast, which in this case was eggs, toast, and bacon, her thoughts drifted back to her dream. It was from early in Smith's marriage to Susan, when it seemed like everything was going to work out. They had prepared a child's bedroom, he was in a good position in his career from becoming a vice principal, and she was working hard, saving up to get days off. The crushing knowledge that she couldn't ever have a baby, and that he himself had issues to work through, hadn't registered yet.

The dream itself was on a day where they chose to try bondage. Susan liked it, as it helped spice up a bedroom routine that had gotten stale. However, Smith hadn't liked how it had made her feel, back when she was a human man. It made the control she exerted in her day job seem to have something else going on besides professionalism. It was those feelings, that perverse sense of pleasure and guilt mixing together when dominating another person, the dream focused on. It wasn't so crass as to replace Susan with Felix, but it didn't need to be for the message to come across. That hey, there was another sub here, and maybe she should indulge that want to dominate again. It could be her only chance of survival after all...

Jamina would sometimes wake up, hoping everything that had happened in the bunker was a nightmare. Even if it turned out she had been in a coma or something, she would take that over the reality of the bunker. Of being in a woman's body, of being controlled by a creation of a demon because she lost a bet she shouldn't have made, and the idea that someone who abused their position to **** their students could be a better teacher than her. It was that last one which stung the most, even more than the idea that she would have to obey Kei Winters for the rest of the week. But of course, shortly after waking up, the reality of where she was set in again.

As she got out of bed, and chose the skimpiest clothes she could to avoid Kei's wrath, her mind went to the dream she had last night. It was of her father, which was usually a nightmare, but not this time. Instead, the dream had been about the time from before he had lost his job, and the factory had closed down. From before her fear of the future dominated every decision she made.

"So, Jamina," Kei Winters teased as they entered the mess hall. "What did you dream about last night? Me? And be honest dear, this is a test."

I tried to ignore her question, but then felt a compelled answer come from me instead. "It was about my father, not you."

"Oh?" Kei Winters asked. "Fascinating. I know what happened to your father in your timeline, but since you didn't wake up scared, that suggested this was a very different dream. What did you think it was about?"

Why did this woman care? She had all of Jamina's memories after all. Still, she had to answer anyway. "Once, I wasn't so scared of the future, as you would know because you were once in my head. This dream, which now that I think about it was probably from Harem Hotel, seemed to be just living in that moment again when I thought anything was possible."

"You still seem to think that, it just manifests differently," Kei Winters said between bites of her breakfast. "After all, you don't seem to recognize limitations from disability or a difficult home environment, as valid."

Jamina was too tired to glare in response or similar. Not just because of how much Kei had crushed her over the last two days, but also because she had a point. Despite knowing intimately how hard it was to overcome difficult circumstances, she was convinced that she could scare, and straighten out students so they would be on career paths that'd outrun automation, outsourcing, and all the rest. She had been wrong, and that meant she learned the wrong lessons for multiple decades at that point, for why her father was the way he was.

"But cheer up, you're on Harem Hotel," Kei Winters said. "You can make different decisions now. Oh wait, you can't, because signed that over to me."

It was even worse than what Kei Winters had said. At this point, even once Jamina regained her freedom after the challenge, to what end? Her entire life's philosophy was shattered, and without, she was listless.

"Can I ask you something?" Jamina asked.

"Sure," Kei Winters replied while she finished off her breakfast. "Make it quick though, we've got a lot to do today."

"Why do it?" Jamina asked. "You could've worked in a far higher paying job, and then just fucked younger men, or women for that matter, whenever you wanted to. Why go through all the risk?"

That brought Kei Winters more pause than Jamina expected. After all of this time, this was going to be her point of vulnerability?

"I was created to," Kei Winters said. "And at that point, it's like you asking why have blonde hair, or are attracted to men when you weren't before. It isn't something you have a choice in, and it was done by an entity far too strong to resist, so you just have to accept it. I can no more change my memories, or the impulses they lead to, than I can change a tornado by screaming at it."

That was a level of fatalism that stunned Jamina. Did the demon make her so accepting of this, so that in the situation her fake memories were pointed out, she wouldn't care? Or was she just like that? Thinking on it, Jamina did remember how Kei Winters, by the way she celebrated her body, and took care of it, in her own way had similar views about the powerful impersonal forces that governed everyday life. It was just that rather than trying desperately to adapt to bad luck, she had chosen to exploit the good fortune she had to the maximum possible extent. Had that view of luck made her cynical about basic morality? And what did it say that her view was, judging by the bunker they were in, potentially the right one?

Paisley, as an assistant on dozens of other seasons, had picked up a lot of stuff, often in the form of gifts from hosts she had aided. A lot of it she hadn't gotten to use much, and one of those was a device that let her plant dreams into the minds of contestants. It looked like a glass globe full of sand, but when in use, revealed dreams like a crystal ball. It wasn't as powerful as a host specialized in that kind of dream casting could be, and she knew that because the item was from such a host, but it was still powerful in its own right. It had been made from dreams, and that was what allowed the assistant to access a tiny fraction of that power to gain a better understanding of the contestants.

She thought of that host while staring at the sand globe from her. A host so powerful at manipulating dreams, and so connected to them she found out, that it had gone too far. The master and the contestants in her season, appropriately named Dreams of Love, often didn't take their situation seriously because they just thought it was a dream. The harem wasn't rebellious per se, they just didn't react to anything or take it seriously because they just thought they were asleep. It was easy to see why, as the host only contacted them when they were asleep, and did many other functions in their dreams as well, because the host was a being of dreams. Even if the host wanted to do things differently, her ability to exist in the waking world, in person anyway, was very limited. That often meant the harem's connection to reality was fuzzy at best. After all, a dream lacks consequences, so was preferable to the idea that they were in reality.

Paisley had fixed that problem by keeping the contestants awake, once, for a full day, and during that day did everything in her power to enforce their sense of reality. Afterwards, she acted as a reminder to the harem of when they were awake by being a constant in the waking world the way their host was in their dreams. It worked, but even so, she had told the host to wrap up the season quickly. Not because she thought the host's harem would rebel, but because the host's harem was on the verge of madness. Perhaps out of amusement, or out of genuine thanks, the host gave Paisley the sand globe.

In this case, Paisley used the sand globe to understand the contestants who had the most potential for trouble, and her spying on them had run its course. The dreams themselves were nudges meant to get them on board with Harem Hotel, but the main point had been to gather information, not influence them. She had persuaded Vizrokoth, after all, to let her run a low stakes competition that day, so she could acclimate herself to the contestants. In such a situation, she wanted to know the contestants, and the master, as much as she could before hand. She had seen far too many seasons almost fail, and at least one actually fail, from not understanding either after all...