Sinking Deeper

In the hazy glow of my RGB chair and the instant comfort of my pointless games, I felt like I could finally relax.

That really happened.

She really licked her gooey, sticky fingers. Completely clean.

Like it was a porn shoot. Except in real life.

I knew I should just accept all of this, embrace it, get ready live out my dirtiest fantasies.

But my mind was still holding me back. A woman like that just didn’t do stuff to a guy like me. Not unless they wanted to be mean. Not unless they only wanted to show me what I could never actually have.

Somewhere along the way… I think I had grown scared of women. And I didn’t fully realize it until today.

I didn’t want to remain like that.

I had the means and tools of fixing that part of myself.

Hell, I’m sure the first moment my dick went inside her mouth I’d start healing.

Maybe this whole world would start feeling less fucked. Like there was somehow a point to all this.

Yet, I couldn’t go in cold like that.

No. Before she started sucking me… I needed to see the adoration in her eyes.

Her love for me.

Like my dick was the only thing she’d ever want to eat.

I wanted to fix her too, bring some warmth to that cold, gothy exterior.

Maybe we were secretly meant for each other.

I finally took the app back into my hands.

I looked through the list of all available actions.

Some of the older actions had lost their strength after the first corruption-heart. For example, making her flash her cleavage to a stranger, now gave her three less corruption points. Then again, it also gave her 2 less stress.

I’m guessing, since she was now “more corrupted”, some things didn’t hit her that hard anymore.

That really made me think how exposing must be the dress she would wear to go clubbing, since that gave her massive +15 corruption points.

And speaking of outfits…

Her new work outfit… Who was “forcing” her to wear it?

Her boss?

Was he… or she… now mind controlled as well?

And how could a workplace **** someone to wear that without facing multiple legal issues?

I sighed.

It was becoming obvious to me that such questions were quite pointless.

The answer was always “the omnipotent app just does whatever it wants”.

Well, I knew what I wanted.

More focus on love.

I chose all the five possible love-increasers, and for my sixth one… I went with the work outfit. Might as well get that obedience up next. Just to see what it was all about.

I wouldn’t dare to go see her wearing that outfit at work, but just knowing she did, gave me a nice little jolt.

This is the timetable I ended up with:

Stress was still literally no problem. The 22 other blocks gave me the combined amount of -44 stress. It might be a good long while when, if ever, stress would turn into an issue.

And yeah, this week I had already used one of her actions so as the outfit-action was least important of the new ones, it’s debut would happen next week.

With these… Jennifer’s love would be tantalizingly at 99 in two weeks.

The heart event would appear only on the third week.

Until then…

I guess it was time to return to my worthless, waste-of-space existence.

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Although, something did break the monotony.

The following week came one of my few social outings.

Our monthly “guild” irl meetup.

It was sort of pathetic, really.

Our meeting place was an offensively cheerful, overpriced coffee shop—the kind of place where the baristas wear beanies indoors and the Wi-Fi password is probably something like Grind4Life. That’s where the guild convened: four dudes and, against all odds, one girl.

Three years ago, we had all played this mainstream-popular MMORPG “Devils & Angels & More Devils”. It was a shit game, but one of those that had some enjoyable aspects that annoyingly kept you glued to it. Our guild had been a random collection of newbies, and somehow we all committed ourselves to the game.

Once the big bad (which in this case was an angel, in the lamest twist ever) was finished, some moron suggested we should meet up in real life to celebrate.

Even I agreed, thinking it could be a nice change of pace. I didn’t expect the same moron, Tom, to then suggest we should make this a monthly thing. We all got along amicably enough that no-one disagreed. I also felt like everyone here, including me, wasn’t really stacked in the friend-department.

First, there was Tom, who always spoke with the nasal authority of someone convinced his encyclopedic knowledge of MMO lore was a form of charisma. Next, there was Brian, perpetually hunched over his laptop, breathing like a failed clone of Darth Vader. His idea of humor was quoting memes from 2016 as though they’d just dropped. And finally, Jason, who thought calling himself a “theorymeister” elevated him above the rest of us, when in reality it just meant he yelled about spreadsheets with a level of passion most men reserve for their wedding vows.

Collectively, the three nerds were so nerdy they made me regret ever enjoying a piece of media or touching a controller.

They were still better than nothing. A monthly interaction to prove I was still a part of this thing called humanity.

And yeah…

There was one more reason.

She turned her head to me, her dazzling face nearly blinding me with its sweetness.

“Are you still playing that shooter, Ron?”

Sandy Dogan.

The myth, the legend - a beautiful nerd gamer girl.

Her blonde hair-do sitting so perfectly atop that adorable head and those casual clothes that couldn’t hide her true sexiness no matter how hard they tried.

And her personality… So sweet and caring. No arrogance you’d expect from a woman who looked like that.

It was like no-one ever told her she was actually hot. Like she never even heard of the concept and just walked through life without fully understanding why everybody smiled at her and wanted to help her with everything.

She was the real reason our guild still met.

All of us were smitten with her.

Tom and Jason were practically drooling over her during our first meet-up, both trying to one-up each other, embarrassingly bragging about their lame videogame achievements.

That had continued at least the first three meetups. On the fourth… Tom had been unusually quiet, avoiding eye contact with Sandy.

And on the fifth meetup… the same thing happened to Jason.

I wasn’t an expert with human relationships, but it felt like both had officially shot their shots with her, and she had successfully let them down.

Ten meetups in and Brian had finally grown courageous enough to start showing his admiration for her. And as far as I knew… He never took it further than that. He just treated her like a queen and agreed with nearly everything she said.

…And me, you ask?

I had considered it. But I never got the guts to go for it.

I didn’t want to end up like Jason or Tom. I’d rather imagine that it could be a possibility. Maybe it could work out. Maybe she was interested in me. Maybe we’d live happily together for the rest of our lives, geeking out over stuff and fucking like rabbits.

I didn’t want to destroy that dream, that possibility, with the harsh edge of reality. I didn’t need more pain in my life.

I’d enjoy moments like these. When she spoke to me in that sing-songy voice of hers and asked me a question like that, honestly interested in hearing my answer.

“Um, yeah. I might be done with soon, though. Getting kinda repetitive.”

Her face fell. “Really? Aw, I was thinking of trying it out too.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You? But I thought you hated shooters?”

“Yeah, but I’ve been hearing good things about that developer. Just thought I’d give it a try, at least.”

“Well, you know, if you want, I can show you the ropes and-“

“Actually,” Jason’s annoying voice suddenly interrupted, “I just read a study that people who play shooters tend to have 20 less IQ than those that play MMORPGs. Could be kinda dangerous for your mental acuity.”

I sighed as the four began a pointless argument about IQ and what raises and lowers it, like it’s a game stat you could easily adjust by playing certain game genres.

Sandy… Did I just miss the perfect moment? I could’ve-

Wait, what am I thinking?

I had Jennifer now. I was building Jennifer into my perfect girlfriend.

Why was I pining over Sandy?

I already told myself; I’m not going to build a harem. Sandy’s mind definitely didn’t deserve to be fucked around like that. Maybe Jennifer’s didn’t either, but that ship had somewhat sailed already.

I’d focus on Jennifer, and Jennifer alone.

Although…

A sudden thought consumed me.

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like the best, safest strategy.

While the four were furiously still debating about some pointless study, I quickly snapped Sandy into “My Idle Harem”-app.

“Harem Member 002 Added: Sandy Dugan”

I tucked my phone away before anybody could see it.

Yeah, okay.

Now I had Sandy in my app.

But she would only be there as a precaution.

She’d be my b-plan if everything went tits up with Jennifer.

I mean… What if I “failed” Jennifer? If this thing was like a game, I could still fail, right?

And it was good to have a backup.

I wouldn’t touch her schedule for now. I’d let everything remain the way it was.

I mean…

She was practically perfect already.

No need to control her like that.

Unless I really, really needed to.

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