Setting up the Weekend

Despite all the delights and excitement of Thursday, I had spent most of it waiting for today: the day I'd face Donna Chen and, more promising, begin my weekend "discipline" session with Ms. Lia. I spring from bed to check my phone for the only app I've honestly been using this whole week. A new pillar of milestones appears in the achievements section of Custom Girls, and next to the rest it's almost laughable.

DEDICATED AVATAR
Sign in to Custom Girls at least five days: COMPLETE. 10 GEMS AWARDED.
Sign in to Custom Girls at least ten days: 5/10. 10 GEM AWARD.

TORTURER OF DRIVES:
Arouse or frustrate at least 1,000 people in a day: 422/1,000. +3 DAILY GEM AWARD.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 500 orgasms: 289/500. 30 GEM AWARD.

COLLECTOR OF CUSTOM GIRLS
Customize at least ten different girls: 6/10. 15 GEM AWARD.

I'm not sure what will get me over that hurdle of a thousand horny people in 24 hours, but I almost reached the halfway point after just a week of playing. The "Dedicated Avatar" pillar, meanwhile, seems to promise the app isn't going away any time soon... and thank Jane, because I've still got plenty of work to do.

Now with 33 gems, I can easily secure my victory against Donna Chen... or... I could follow my thumb as it flicks from Alice, who's no doubt preparing for class a few doors down, to mom. ELIZA HAINES settles over her shapely outline in the app, and at last I can survey the buffet of options that have been building over the past week. Free passes to slap her ass, the ability to dress her by hand, infinite squats... the options are diverse and inviting, affordable and welcome... but nothing in the menu comes close to permitting relations with me; Hell, she doesn't even have something like Alice's "non-crime" customization. Awareness modifiers would mean I'd still get away with whatever I chose, of course, but her own enthusiasm was beyond my reach; barring success with Ms. Lia this weekend, it seems getting a happy and willing partner is a tricky thing with just the app and my rakish charm. I keep perusing her options amid the usual (K-cup breasts for only 10 gems?!) but its just one pair of modifiers that tempt me.

Happily accepts any lewd comment about her as an appropriate compliment: 4 gems.
Coming within five feet of her compels people to lewdly and audibly comment on her body or sexual performance at least once an hour: 5 gems.

I mean, I'd still have 24 gems left, right? Making mom my seventh Custom Girl just makes sense... but maybe I can do a bit more. I scan the list one more time, looking for other cheap and achievable results. Finding plenty of fun, but nothing pressing enough to keep spending, I buy the two I want and eagerly head downstairs to greet her. Alice happens to be in the hallway when I exit my room, so I make sure to catch her attention. “Morning,” I offer with an effort to suppress my eagerness.

Sighing, she greets me in kind before sauntering over in a scissors-shortened green skirt and a matching tube-top. It's a decent combination that means easy access to her nethers, which suits me just fine when she reaches me for the requisite make-out. I don't let her lead, this time: I pin her to the wall, grip her hair tight in one hand while leaving the other to free and grope her left tit. With my bare knee grinding on her sensitive clit and her hair being yanked back, she barely manages to suppress her cry until she's yelling it into my mouth. Hungrily I inhale that shriek of pleasure before exploring her mouth. As planned, I hit four of her new, enhanced erogenous zones simultaneously, and my knee is quickly rewarded with a gentle touch of her lubrication.

Her scent wafts up to me by the time Alice pries herself loose from my hold. “S-Sheesh, you're eager today,” she sighs.

“I'm just hoping you have a good day. I'm going to be away all weekend, disciplining Ms. Lia... but don't hesitate to call me if anything, OK?”

She wrinkles her nose at me with a grin. “Don't take yesterday too seriously; I can still kick your ass.”

I offer no smart remark in return, instead letting her walk back to her room... and watching her the whole way. Satisfied, I move on to mom who's busy with her phone as she sits at the table. Breakfast is served once again, but that's so far from my interest as I greet her, “Good morning!”

“Morning, sweetie,” she mutters, distracted.

It bubbles in me, and I almost fight it: the urge to compliment her as the app now requires. Realizing why this is happening, I just let it loose: “Your tits look fantastic today.”

A tense pause. Her finger stops wagging, and she looks up, confused or angry. My breath hitches. Did I read the purchases wrong? Slowly her deepening frown slows and begins to retract upwards into a gentle smile. “If you're about to ask to go hang out at one of your friends' houses, then ask.”

She took it well, then... she just thinks I'm up to something. Who wouldn't, when a son like me is dropping loving compliments out of nowhere? “Actually, Ms. Hatts told me to go ahead and discipline Ms. Lia all weekend, so I'll be spending tonight and most of Saturday and Sunday at her house. That's OK, right?”

“That's... well, Ms. Hatts is the assistant principal, so she probably knows best,” Eliza slowly sighs, “and those hours will look great on your college applications... alright, that's fine. Just make sure to pack everything you need: toothbrush, shampoo, you know.”

“Of course, thanks mom!” She nods again, her eyes never leaving her phone. I decide to press on, “Also, I love those cock-sucking lips of yours.”

Another pause, but far shorter as her mind accepts it. “What's gotten into you today, hmm?”

“I'm... just in a great mood, mom, and I love you.”

Alice finally makes her appearance as my mother tries not to grin at what she takes to be a doting, loving son. I smile at my sister, knowing full well why her cheeks are still so flushed. “Mornin'.”

“Morning, dear-”

“You've got some fat tits, mom.” Alice blinks as the words leave her mouth, clearly unsure of them.

“Both of you, no less! It's no competiti-hmpf?!” Alice's sudden grab of mom's ass cuts off the latter's words as the two are joined in a passionate embrace. The fact that I'm getting skipped probably means I can't trigger the make-out every time... but it does mean I get a show every morning.

As mother gropes daughter's ass, and daughter squeezes mother's bra-clad breasts, it takes a clean ten seconds for the two to finally break apart. “What... what was that, again?”

“You two are just... wonderful,” Eliza finally breathes. “To think they wanted me to spend a week in Quebec and leave you two fending for yourselves. Unbelievable!”

Mutual confusion slowly transforms into acceptance of the absurd exchange, as the app always promises, but seeing it unfold in my family takes my disbelief to a new level. The two continue on with their usual rituals... all while I do my best to hide my grin while eating. As she goes on about some business trip she wasn't going on, I can't help but feel Mom's workday is going to get (safely) raunchier. But is there anything I can get out of this right now?

“Say, mom? You probably give pretty good head, don't you?”

Eliza blinks at her son's odd question... but question or not, it was a sort of comment, and so she smiles in return. “I prefer not to say, but thank you... I think. Are you in trouble, Dave?”

“Not at all,” I cautiously reply.

“You better not be trying to butter me up for any kind of spending money, not until you get those grades up this semester.”

“I will, I will!” The boundaries must be pushed before I move on. “But I bet you'd flash me those huge knockers every morning just to see how I react.”

“Oh of course not, but it's sweet of you to think so. Now finish your breakfast; I don't care how many nice things you say, I won't let it slide if you're late again.” With that, my ambivalent mother rose from the table to prepare for work. It seems I can't turn these compliments into suggestions, but at least it might still help get some of her employees openly stating what's on their mind. Would that raise sexual tension there, maybe feed the succubi? I hope as much. Satisfied with my progress, I finish my breakfast in a rush of mouthfuls.

I arrive at school early once again, and sure enough Ms. Lia is alone in her classroom as scheduled. Yesterday's ritual was mostly unchanged: I arrived in the morning, offered to help her understand her feelings, and tried again to convince her she had feelings for me, feelings expressing themselves in ways beyond her control. She hasn't budged, though... or if she has, then I haven't caught wind of it. Before I step in, though, I go through any new additions I might want to consider... preferably on the cheap side.

User's voice mildly arouses her: 10 gems.
Her voice causes mild arousal in others: 30 gems.
Arousal Multiplier (400%): 10 gems.
Slapping her ass silences her for one minute: 10 gems.
Open-handed slaps only cause her pleasure instead of pain: 3 gems.
She can't remember anything bad User did to her except while teaching his class: 5 gems.
Constantly desires cum in her pussy: 100 gems.
Will jerk, suck, or titfuck any visibly erect cock within reach and sight: 20 gems.

Wiping everything negative I've ever done, save for an hour every weekday, seems insanely cheap for the benefit until I realize she could readily call the police or worse within that hour. But Hell, she's putty in my hands during class anyways. And what would it mean for my weekend with her? Would she just be constantly forgetting as I toyed with her all weekend, only to remember my debauchery with the morning bell on Monday? If I had more gems to spare, or rather less surprise Chess rivals to duel today, I might've picked it right up... but it would have to wait. Instead, I choose to make my next verbal suggestions that much more convincing.

SOPHIA LIA:
Aroused By Your Words

My entry into the classroom is no longer of much surprise to Ms. Lia. I hover my finger over the relevant hotkey as I pretend to be reading a text, but I offer her the token “good morning” as I do so.

Ms. Lia has come to dread these mornings. To think she used to loathe how late David Haines would often be! Now she can’t get rid of him, nor refuse to attend these miserable pre-class meetings--part of her job, after all--to avoid him. Her only respite was that he couldn’t put his hands on her, but it hasn’t mattered so far: just yesterday she started squeezing her breasts at him the moment he walked in! The Harvard graduate still has no explanation of why, but thankfully that strange “need” seems to have abandoned her-

“Good morning.” A simple, even terse greeting from one of the crappiest students she teaches...

... and her body quivers at the sound. Clearing her throat, she shakily answers, “Just sit down and be quiet.”

Mr. Haines seems to take issue with that, to no surprise of Ms. Lia: his problems with authority were obvious the day she met the idiot. He starts by directly disobeying her and, while standing, asking, “You’re getting excited just listening to my voice, aren’t you?” Every syllable was a gentle caress, an enticing sound, and then increased to threefold until Ms. Lia sighs through her nose.

But she has to answer... and the answer she wants to give fights her with no less viciousness than she fights it. But the new routine has been made plain to her: even if she wins this fight, she’ll punish herself with a pair of purple nurples until she gives in and tells him the truth anyways. Quietly she answers, “I hate this, but yes. Stress has clearly gotten to me. Now unless you want me to send you to Ms. Hatts, you’ll sit down-”

“Do you have any plans this weekend that would interfere with your punishment?”

“My- what punishment?”

“I’ll be going to your house and staying there this weekend to administer punishment the entire time,” the boy casually explains to the English teacher’s growing horror, “but first I’ll need to punish you in your car while you sit in the passenger seat and I drive. That’ll be this afternoon, when I call you—oh! I need your phone number for that, so it’s part of Hatts’ instruction, you understand, right?—and then I’ll drive us to your house where I’ll be living until Monday.”

Ms. Lia wants to believe she is shaking with rage... but in reality, now that Dave’s voice was somehow coaxing her to arousal, this was when this trash student decided to say anything at length to her! The irony isn’t lost on her even as her thighs clench tight as if to keep her building moisture in. “You... little... shit... I do have plans like that.”

“What plans?” Dave asks, though he already knows.

“I have... therapy tomorrow.”

“Well you should cancel those plans unless you want to moan through a phone meeting. Unless you want to take me? I could milk you in front of your therapist, if you think that would help.” Her face reddens with arousal, hatred, and humiliation, but she's powerless to object. “Anyways, what’s your phone number, Ms. Lia?” His question is accompanied by a tap on his phone, presumably to write her number, but Sophia answers by once again squeezing her breasts as she leans back in her chair. Her moan is sharper than she thought she’d let loose, owed in part to the escalating arousal from Dave’s yammering, and she can barely form coherent thoughts as she tries to get a grip. “Jeez, you’re getting worse the longer you deny your feelings for me...”

“Fuck you-!” But her phone number flows from her mouth shortly after, and only when Dave gets them down does he finally answer her with a smile. “Now sit...”

“Class hasn’t started yet so you don’t really have authority over me for now, right?”

Flushed, she still manages a mask of rage as she slowly replies, “I have control of my pre-class meetings... and if you're not here for a pre-class consulation, then you are wasting my time.”

“You’re showing yourself off more, masturbating in my class more than any other, and getting horny just hearing me, right?”

“Shut... up...! Yes, yes, and yes you little asshole!”

“What do you think that means?”

“I think it means I’m suffering a psychotic breakdown!” Her eyes go wide as she shrieks it. She really is breaking down, isn’t she? Illness of the mind is one of her greater fears, and going to the therapist seems less and less like a cure, at least until she can undergo psychoanalysis by a professional. At this rate, however, she might not ever even get to see her therapist.

“How wet is your pussy right now?”

Ms. Lia’s fury is no longer containable: she leaps up from her desk and begins marching towards Dave with an anger that surprises even him. Blind fury drives her halfway across the distance he put between them when she finally bends over mid-stride and topples towards him. His hands still have his phone in them, so he can only barely manage to catch her... and squeeze her giant chest tightly against his body as he saves her. His arms manage to scoop alongside either side of her barely-contained chest and, with the phone once again in both hands, he firmly hugs her tits while her face remains buried in his chest. The effect is that her nipples begin dribbling past the pads straight down to the ground as he forcefully milks them... and she is left in that pose, bent over and moaning into his chest, as she silently curses her clumsiness.

The sensations keep her weak in her legs as she feels her body melt against him, and the condition is only worsened as he whispers into her ear, “Well?”

“It’s very wet,” she sobs.

“If you’re getting aroused when I describe what I’m going to do to you,” Dave continues to whisper, his finger never leaving her bend-over button and the other thumb now forcing her to help squeeze her hanging tits, “you should think about what that means and how badly you need release.” He squeezes her tighter, compressing her tits and driving a small cry from her throat. Her blouse and bra can no longer keep up, and soon the pads and a pile of excess lactation fall to splatter onto the ground. “I’m going to do this until you come, and I bet that release will make you stop acting out in my class, right?”

“Why would-? I don’t know- get off of-!”

Another squeeze, and more whispers, quiets the struggling, perpetually bending-over instructor. Both parties can feel that her tits gently spraying Dave's shoes and the tiles despite her through morning milking. Dave continues like this for a minute of intimate embracing; by some miracle, no student had yet caught on to the show they’d get if they hit class early. Ms. Lia, paralyzed and incapable of fighting it, simply continues to build on the pleasure of his touch and voice, a pleasure she could never deny on any occasion of Haines asking. There the two had come to stand in the class, awkward and horny, until Dave appears satisfied with her trembling notification and small, **** gasps. “You just came, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Sophia whimpers.

“Good... good.” At last Dave releases her, and his reward is a simple one: an open-handed slap from Ms. Lia that hits so viciously as to draw blood from his lip.

Both are shocked by the sudden ****... but at last, even as she comes down from climbing pleasure, Ms. Lia is afforded her own satisfaction. “I’m going to report you to the fucking police, you rapey little shit!” The threat is only slightly watered down by how messily and poorly she manages to put her tits back into her stressed top. “You’re not allowed to ‘punish’ me before class-!”

“The weekend.”

“W-What? You're not coming over on the wee-”

Dave’s voice was despondent as he remains turned from the slap... but for effect, he turns slowly as he licks the blood from the cut on his mouth. “Ms. Hatts gave me the weekend and whatever hours I want. Friday is part of the weekend.”

“Friday is a week day you imbecile!”

“And yet, people often call Friday night the weekend, don’t they? So the weekend, for at least some people, actually started at midnight today.”

“T-That doesn’t count, or even matter-!”

“It’ll matter enough when I explain to the police how you attacked me for trying to do Hatts’ work... and what do you think she’ll do when she hears of it?”

Ms. Lia is still left trembling at the sound of Dave’s voice... but now she quivers for two reasons. “She’ll... that bitch... will probably increase my punishment...!”

“I made you come,” Dave summarizes as he approaches Sophia , causing her to back away until her ass hits her desk, “and now we’ll see if I was right about what it is you’ve been needing this whole time. For your sake... for our sake... I’m going to keep you slapping me between us... as long as you play along. Alright?”

Her lips are held tight below a worried furrow in her brow, but she says nothing with a voice that might crack if she tries. But her nodding rapidly doesn't suffice, and she answers, halfway through a sob, “Alright.”

Dave suddenly grips her waist, presses himself against her until she's pinned between student and table and, with his bleeding lower lip, kisses her. She tastes the copper on his tongue, she feels his controlled anger in his grip, but more than anything else she just feels her newly-swollen tits being compressed by his rough hug until he mutters more questions into her ear. His breath tickles it, but the voice... Sophia finds herself enthralled. “Who else has made you feel the way I have?”

“No one... no one, of course.”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I... want to believe in them, but the entire concept is scientifically inane, I-”

“Isn't it possible... that the reason you react to only me with such pleasure is because you want this, even unconsciously?”

“T-That's... that's no basis for...” Her hands twitch, but she dives ahead of their wrath. “It is possible, if improbable.”

“Wouldn't I probably be your best sexual partner based on what you've experienced now, while I hold back?”

The prospect of all this week being him holding back was terrifying, but she must bluntly answer, “Yes.”

“Y... Yeah...” His head turns slightly as he regards the side of her face. “That... wait, you've had other partners, right?”

“Of course you'd assume... damn it, no, I have not!”

Dave turns away from her as he tightens his hug to squeeze another gasp out of her... and to hide his slack-jawed face. “You're... a virgin?!”

“Go to H- yes, you little... bastard...!”

“I... If I take your virginity this weekend...” Her body stiffens as she realizes that, yes, he did indeed have that in mind and she really is in danger of that happening. But he does not end his hypothetical. “... and it feels good, will you become my girlfriend?”

“N-No! Of course not, and you will not be taking anything else from me, nothing more than you already have you little-!”

A sneaky Haines hand finds her nipple and grips it tight enough to end her sentence a few syllables early.

“But you understand if you try to fight my punishments at all this weekend, that'll be the enhanced punishment I do, correct?”

“I-If you're promising to, then yes... and I'll never... hnng!... NEVER...” Dave's other hand joins the fun, and it takes precious minutes for him to finally release her back into her chair. The most eager students of the class start to trickle in shortly after Dave has finally taken his seat and Ms. Lia, paralyzed in her chair, continues to struggle to catch her breath. A few catch sight of the milky spill in the middle of class; none comment on it, knowing full well now what it has to be.

Sophia tries to rationalize past Haines’ argument about the weekend, trying to guess the odds that she could avoid any or all consequences of striking her student, and how that would stack up for her given her new reputation, the circulating photographs, her tendency now to start molesting her own chest in public... and now his direct confession of his intent to violate a maidenhood she has so barely managed to guard for some future husband.

As she continues to stack the scale against her, tears well in her eyes. She’s fucked... and it may take a miracle to make sure it did not become a literal fucking.

But the worst discovery of all, the worst question raised in that awful morning, was raised at the end of Dave’s class... because she did not act out or **** herself or bend over suddenly and inconveniently. Not even once. Dave's "treatment" for her behavior apparently worked.

Dave might be right... and Sophia would almost prefer schizophrenia or some other debilitation to that. But worse than Dave potentially being right was the smug smile of satisfaction cracked by broken lips in the back.