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“You're...”

I hesitate to urge her to continue that sentence, but after she just leaves it there I ask, “I'm...?”

“You're... huh. I was just... thinking about... hmm.” Patricia hugs her naked chest self-consciously as she looks around. “The police almost arrested me...”

So she remembers everything? But how incomplete is it, now that her awareness is off? Moreover, do all her perks work now? “So... what do you think of me now?”

“I... would be fine having your babies, after all.” I blink at that response, but she meets my eyes with no sarcasm or hesitation. “I had a doubt, but it's fine... it's what mother told us to do, and... and I think I love you.”

Well... there's a 180-degree-turn, and there's this. “That was fast.”

“I... I haven't ever been in love, but... but I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about what you do, who you are... everything. I need to know more about you. I need to have you, always.” Her intense stare as she explains herself doesn't help this feel... not creepy. “Please... don't leave me.”

“I-I didn't intend to, hah... you sound pretty, well... obsessed.” Aren't I coy?

Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. “I am. This is what I always read love was like in those old Harlequin novels mom never let me buy, and I never understood it until now... how someone could be so... important to me.” She swallows hard... and tears again form in her eyes. “Please... stay with me. Don't tell me to leave.”

Well this escalated very quickly... although maybe this is what it always was going to be, once her awareness switched off. “So are you... okay with what I'm doing with your family? Your mom, your sisters?”

“That's... as long as you stay with me, yes. I just want to know... everything about you. What is your favorite color?”

It takes me a moment to realize the sudden turn. “Eh, I like bright blues... and bright reds.” Pink sure has been my favorite color of late though, given how much pussy I've been-

“That's perfect. What's your favorite food-?”

“We can do this as time goes on, yeah? Haha,” I nervously laugh, but she only inches closer. I'm surprised at my own feet as I back up a step too. “I... heh, you're being pretty intense, you know?”

Tears roll down her eyes as she inches closer. “Please put your babies in me. Will you... love me more if I have your babies? That's what fathers do, right? Am I worth more if I-”

“Holy shit, this isn't healthy... ah, give me a sec, let me just... check something...”

“I'll give you all the time you need if-” She suddenly lunges at me and hugs me with her naked body. Her thighs embrace my hip as she puts me in a vice grip; had she weighed anything to me, I'd be off-balance by this sudden latching on of another human being. As is my arms avoid hugging her back, the Vita in my right with the left unsure of what to do. “Please just let me stay right here.”

Holy. Shit. Yeah no, obsession turns out to be way too much when a succubus implements it. Crap, to think of all the times I could've put them on other Girls... and now I have to worry about Fondle never meeting her, lest this become infectious! I gotta off this customization, somehow. I scroll to the feature on her... but alas, neither a modifier button or an advanced menu appears on Fanatical Cum Guzzler. (Seeing the name of the customization now, I guess I should've seen this coming...) It dawns on me now that the only time the succubi ever gave me the option to refund gems was with Wendy. Sure enough, I've never needed to remove a customization before. Cripes.

I give her a light pat on the head with my free hand. “I-I get it, I get it, most people just don't... say it the way you are...”

“I'm not like most... please don't love me less for it.”

“I don't-” Don't you dare say that right now, Dave, she's already crying. “I don't... love you less for it. I just need you to... chill, a bit.”

“You... you told us we can't get pregnant unless you want us to. Do you want me to get pregnant? I'll have all the babies you want... so please.”

I wish I was half as pleased with all this as my cock apparently is; the raging hard-on hiding in there brushes up on her knee, and soon her right hand snakes into the hem of my pants to go greet it. God damn, but it does feel nice to be wanted this badly... but no, no kids, no way. I'm only nineteen and still in school, for fuck's sake! Though I guess I've got money down pretty good. Still, if anyone's going to have my kids... Sophia...

She follows my **** gaze to the **** Literature teacher... and her hand works faster to grope and pump my member. “She's prettier than me, I know, but... but please.”

“It's not a competition, Patricia- Patty? Is Patty fine-?”

“Yes.”

Of course it's fine. Sheesh. “Point is, I'm not getting anyone pregnant until I want to... and right now that's no one.”

“How... do you control this?”

My eyebrow raises at that. “You... believe me, don't you?”

“Of course... but I still want to know how. Did you sneak birth control into all of us? Some of my sisters had hormonal imbalances, so it may not be safe-”

I think to offer some distraction, some kind of token explanation... but now that I think about it... I mean she's basically a **** at this point, and too eager to boot. She'd never betray me, right? I've... never had someone I could trust this much, not even Alice or mom. Patty is barely even a free will if this is how she is right at the start... “I... If I tell you, and if you promise to cooperate with me and do everything I say... and you promise to never interfere, and only to help me with what I do... I will...” I mean, it's barely a lie... just the idea of it, is... appeasing. “... I will always keep you with me. How's that sound?”

Her eyes widen and she sobs with a sloppy smile that almost reaches the absurd joy Jane expressed through her moments ago. “Yes, yes, anything!”

My... partner in crime, then. Well this could be interesting. “Alright then...” I glance to the **** forms of Sophia and Alice. With Diwa in the shower... “Let's take this to the study... and I'll tell you all about Custom Girls.”

Forty minutes later...

“... and that brings us to you, and your customizations.” It had taken a surprisingly long while to lay all the groundwork for what was to become my working relationship with Patty, and it started with probing her on everything about her family, her relationships with her family, and her... condition, though she could scarcely define it herself. But at last we had come to the part that worried me the most: revealing just what effects I had chosen for her. She was absurdly accepting of everything I did to her sisters--supporting my decisions every time, even making recommendations here or there when she saw some of the newer options available for the nearby Girls--and praised my brilliance with every step. It's... unbelievably hard not to let it go straight to my ego. I've never been praised like this, least of all by my Custom Girls, and... and I have to admit, even if it's a sick, twisted kind of love, being loved as intensely as I am by her is... well, it's worrying thanks to all the character stereotypes I've consumed in media, but it's also pretty addictive.

I could get used to this, and I try to tell myself not to.

But on to the task at hand: revealing to her the final test of her loyalty: showing her her own customizations with her awareness off. The list appears on the Vita, currently cradled in my hands but with her fingers gently manipulating the controls. (I've been tensely holding this thing for thirty minutes now, but so far she has yet to try and wrench it from my hands.)

“So... you're telling me you shaved my body and made me sensitive to everything you do,” she quietly mutters, “then you made me obsess over you by ingesting semen and tried to make me believe anything you said about sex?”

“Does that... change your mind, at all?”

“About... about you? No, never! It just... well it doesn't make sense. These are describing perfectly normal things, a lot like what you showed me about my sisters and the other Girls...”

Ah, this is a kind of problem, isn't it? I'm showing her a list of things she accepts as normal; I might as well tell her I gave her two arms and two legs. Well, at least she won't be unaware of customizations she helps pick until after I install them, right? It'll be nice having someone ride shotgun, eagerly so for that matter. “That's fair... but pretend for a moment that this app controls them, anyways. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course... it's just so much power to imagine, I would just be so happy to know it's in your hands and not someone else's.”

“Hah, yeah, I guess so.” I reiterate: it is VERY hard not to let this get to my head.

“But for all the things you've shown me... none of them control pregnancies.”

“Oh, right! I forgot to show you, one second...” As I take the controls over to get to the Gem Health Program, I float the first follow-up question I've had since she explained her situation to me. “So your mom is your guardian, and you can't do anything without her permission legally... but if I tell her to let you go, where do you plan on staying? What do you want to do?”

“I want to be with you.”

“Anything... besides that?”

“I... like to go online and browse the internet,” she flatly replies.

“What about work?”

She seems to let her guard down briefly because she again flatly declares, “I don't want to work.” I snort at that, and she quickly amends with more of the old panic, “B-But I will work if you want me to! It's just... work is stupid. There's so much to read that you can't read if you're assembling burgers or killing animals or pressing buttons to fill in data or-”

“I-I get it, I get it, most people just don't say that... out loud...” My words trail off as the Gem Health Program menu for Patricia appears with all the switches highlighted green... save one, where a worrying word replaces the switch that was surely there the last time I checked this menu.

GEM HEALTH PROGRAM: PATRICIA MATHEU
Immunity to Health Complications: ON
Immunity to Diseases: ON
Immunity to Pregnancy: DISABLED
Immunity to Cancer: ON

“I'll do any work you want me to... and if you are fine with me being with you and also reading all day then I would be even happier, but your happiness is my happiness, I just... want you, first. Why does that say 'DISABLED'?”

I shake my head, unsure of what to make of it myself. I click it, but no switch appears. I dare not click the others; the interface is many things, but laggy or glitchy has never been one of them beyond giving Wendy customizations when they wouldn't help. But why Patricia? Why is she being targeted with... with what, fertility? Did I... possibly knock her up last night?

“Is that disabled for everyone?”

“No, it's-” Well... it shouldn't be disabled for anyone. A drop from my chest into my stomach shakes my body as her curiosity, and the implication, lands in my gut. I swap, with trembling hands, to the first nearby name I see and go to their Gem Health Program menu.

GEM HEALTH PROGRAM: ALICE HAINES
Immunity to Health Complications: ON
Immunity to Diseases: ON
Immunity to Pregnancy: DISABLED
Immunity to Cancer: ON

No...

GEM HEALTH PROGRAM: SOPHIA LIA
Immunity to Health Complications: ON
Immunity to Diseases: ON
Immunity to Pregnancy: DISABLED
Immunity to Cancer: ON

No no no-

GEM HEALTH PROGRAM: DIWA JASMINE ALCANTARA
Immunity to Health Complications: ON
Immunity to Diseases: ON
Immunity to Pregnancy: DISABLED
Immunity to Cancer: ON

A pop-up, one perhaps waiting until this terrifying moment had built up into a chilling pulse in my body, appears in front of the menu. I read its words... and then I read them again, shaking my head violently as I try to deny the script appearing there.

New achievement pillar revealed!
CUSTOM HEIRS
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least one of your children: COMPLETE. 5 AVATAR GEMS AWARDED.
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least five of your children: COMPLETE. 5 AVATAR GEMS AWARDED.
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least ten of your children: COMPLETE. 10 AVATAR GEMS AWARDED.
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least twenty of your children: COMPLETE. 10 AVATAR GEMS AWARDED.
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least thirty of your children: COMPLETE. 20 AVATAR GEMS AWARDED.
Personally impregnate Custom Girls with at least fifty of your children: 41/50. 30-AVATAR-GEM AWARD.

Patricia reads on in silence... until she finally mutters, “You know, if you used that Fondle lady more proactively with the summon buttons, you could get a lot more out of your Girls without spending so many gems all the time, especially if you used them at midnight at her house.” She tries to read my stunned silence and quickly adds, “T-That's just an idea... whatever you want to do is best.”