YANDERE

Actually, why was I making this so complicated?

I knew about the “Yandere”-trope. That basically meant Teresa would become a clingy lunatic, obsessed about me to a scary degree. Thankfully this version of the “yandere”-trope didn’t involve her being violent as well, but it was only a small benefit. I was sure the trait would make her extremely hard to control and too unpredictable.

Like she wasn’t that already.

Yeah, no. All I saw were a thousand different ways she could screw up my well laid plans.

The Fetish Lottery on the other hand sounded a lot easier to handle. Something I could manipulate her with. And it would never get boring.

So I clicked Route B.

…

…Route B?

No, wait, that was the Yandere one!

Oh God I chose the wrong one!

I’d gotten so used to always clicking Route B lately, and my finger just naturally gravitated in that direction!

Oh fuck, it was already on. Was there no way to reverse this? Didn’t this app have a “back”-button or something?

No, no it didn’t. Fuuuuuuck.

There were only two things I could do with the trait. Turn it off, or sell it for… 100 spendable points?

…

Screw it. I’ll leave the trait on for now. I’ll at least test it out. It was currently the only edge I had on Teresa, I might at least get some points out of the deal.

…I really hoped I didn’t come to regret this.

But this made me think about something else as well.

100 spendable points for a trait… That seemed like a good deal.

Did I have any useless traits that I might as well sell at this point?

Gretchen was standing silently next to me, just waiting for my next order while I spent the next minute looking through each and every trait on my phone.

In essence, no trait was probably useless. I could always upgrade them, and they might turn into something extremely fun.

That being said, my points for upgrading weren’t going to last forever, unless I made like 100 points a day. And if I wanted upgrade to further levels, that meant 200 or 300 points per day.

The smart thing would be to sell at least one of the useless ones.

And currently, the one being most useless…

Was Anna-Marie’s IN THE NAME OF ART.

It’s whole point was that I could make Anna-Marie do almost anything if I said I was doing it for the purposes of art.

Totally pointless now. She was like +93 or something? I mean, could she even disobey at this point? Could I order her to do something she’d say “no” to?

Seriously. I had no idea.

Would she even, like, have sex with her family members if I ordered her to?

Wait, did she even have family members?

I knew nothing about her personal life.

The only thing I knew is that apparently nobody missed her when she was gone for two nights in a row. That’s it.

I didn’t even know where she lived!

But I was getting off track.

IN THE NAME OF ART was useless. The 100 points sounded a lot more appealing.

So… For the first time… I sold a trait.

It was gone. No more.

A good decision, I think.

I turned to Gretchen. She instantly twitched. I guess she was afraid of what I was going to do to her next.

But… My eyes caught something behind her.

A glimpse of something.

Like a small tuft of blonde hair disappearing behind the corner.

…

I see.

I fished out the remote control from my pocket.

I immediately turned it to max.

“Yauaaaa!”

Yeah, there was no doubt about that voice.

Gloria got so shocked that she hit her head on the wall, then tumbled backwards on to the floor.

Okay, enough now. I didn’t want to make a huge racket.

I turned the remote off.

I calmly walked over to the spoiled brat, with Gretchen in tow.

Gloria was lying on the hallway floor, holding her ass. Looking guilty as fuck.

“Were you spying on us, little bitch?” I asked in a quiet, but commanding tone.

She sniffed her nose loudly. She was trying to hold back tears.

And then she nodded.

“How long? And answer honestly. Otherwise it’s max again,” I said pointing to the remote.

“W-When she was… When you… stood on her head… or something…”

I don’t think she was lying. She looked to scared.

Good. I didn’t mind her seeing that.

I would have minded her seeing what happened before that.

The less people saw me wiping that fucking coffee stain, the better.

I crouched down, getting closer to her face.

“Why?” I asked.

Surprisingly, Gloria took her eyes off me and turned to Gretchen.

“I… Look, I just… I really, really need to… use the bathroom. Okay? Please?” (GLORIA: +3SP) (+68SP)

Gretchen blushed at the implied request, not really knowing how to handle it. Gloria seemed to blush even harder, though.

I sighed.

I patted Gretchen’s ass. “Well, well Gretchie. Looks like we have to take care of our little baby first.” Gloria sneered at me. “Let’s go to the bathroom. All of us. Together.”

MIMI RIVERS

Right.

It was a two-hour drive.

But, I promised Gretchen to meet her.

Ugh. Why did we have to agree to do it on a weekday though?

Apparently her weekend was “booked”. Like the absolute workaholic that she is.

I mean I was doing great at my job. With the rate I was winning cases I was sure to make partner soon.

And I didn’t have to work on weekends, for fuck’s sake.

…

I’d usually spend weekends with Greg. Just having fun, enjoying life…

But not anymore.

Because the fucker couldn’t commit.

I can’t believe the amount of times I had to give him hints about popping the question.

And when he didn’t… It all lead to that awful, awful fight…

And now my weekends would be lonely as fuck-

Hey, wait! That car… What the fuck?!

I rolled down my window fast.

“HEY! STAY ON YOUR LANE, ASSHOLE!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

The fucker just gave me his middle finger.

It was times like these I wished I followed my other passion. Not being a lawyer, but being a cop. I would pull the motherfucker over so fast…

Christ. I better calm down. It was going to be a long drive anyway.

…

I wondered what me and Gretchen were actually going to do?

Just talk? God I hope not.

I needed a break. Like some clubbing in the city or something.

People used to go fucking nuts when they saw us in the bar. The sexy Rivers twins. Every young and old man’s fantasy.

Man. I missed that.

Being gawked at like we were celebrities.

But it was all such a long fucking time ago, it felt like another lifetime right now.

…

I hoped it was clubbing.

That’s why I took the next day off.

Gretchen would let me sleep at her place...

But I wondered…

If that Jack guy…

Was gonna be around too…

No, no… Don’t do this Mimi…

But for some reason… I couldn’t help it.

My fingers traced the outline of my panties.

When did they come over? Sunday?

It was like… since Sunday… I’d felt this really… fucked up amount of…

Sexual… feelings?

I wasn’t t-that sexual in the first place… Greg knew it better than anyone…

I could tolerate like two times a week at max…

And I never masturbated. I think I tried it a few times when I was a teenager.

Not my thing. Call me frigid if you want, I’m aiming for other things in life.

…

Like right now, I should mainly be pissed off about that guy cutting me off in traffic.

But it was like… the anger was being converted to lust… Like it activated my body again…

I played with myself on Sunday.

I played with myself some more on Monday.

And on Tuesday… I actually came. Multiple times.

And there was just one fantasy running in my head.

One extremely fucked up fantasy. One that I could never say out loud.

…

For some reason… I couldn’t stop thinking about… That Jack guy… Gretchen’s boyfriend… Naked… Even though he wasn’t even that good-looking…

But that wasn’t all. How I wished that was all.

No. Just the thought of him… Fucking another woman… Not Gretchen, obviously, I’d never want to fantasize about her… But just… some fucking whore… That Jack was fucking…

He seemed like a weird guy anyway, like a real dumbass. Couldn’t he really tell that we were twins?

But then he ordered us to smile at him… Like he could order some woman to receive his dick…

This was sooo fucked up. And it wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part…. that I had such trouble admitting to myself.

It made zero, zero fucking sense that I’d be thinking about that. Nothing in my life gave any indication that it would be something that I’d be into.

But the thought just popped into my head on Sunday.

And I couldn’t get it out.

I tried to not to succumb to it on Sunday and Monday, since it was so fucked up… but in the end it was hopeless. On Tuesday… I frigged myself to an orgasm.

And came like a firehose. Multiple times. I just thought.. Maybe if I came… I’d finally move on from it?

Fat chance.

There he was. In my head. Fucking some random woman.

While ****… and squeezing my throat… at the same time…

So hard… That I couldn’t catch my breath…

Nghhhh….

HOOONK! HOONK! HOONK!

What?!? Jesus Christ!

I almost hit that truck in front of me!

Did I seriously just close my eyes… and slide my middle finger… in my pussy?

In the middle of traffic?

…

Should I just drive myself straight to the mental asylum?