Chopping the Morning wood and then Breakfast

"Morning, beautiful," Dick said cheekily. Maka grumbled something in response. She slowly opened her eyes and glared sleepily at him.

"I'm sore thanks to you..." she griped.

"Sorry," Dick chuckled. He meant it too, but he couldn't help but laugh at her words. Maka glared harder at him but quickly closed her eyes again and lay back down in bed.

"If you're going to have sex with me again, don't just ram it in."

"Are you saying you're in the mood?" Dick asked incredulously.

"Not really," Maka answered, and suddenly Dick felt her hand wrap around his morning erection. "But don't you want me to take care of this."

"I'd love for you to take care of that," Dick replied. "But at the same time, I don't want to hurt you. I'm not really into S&M."

"Neither am I. Can I just give you a handjob and leave it at that?"

"Sure." Immediately Maka got to work, her hand pumping Dick's manhood hard and fast to get him to cum as soon as possible. "Take it easy!" Dick quickly said. Maka slowed down; her jerking now slowed into a pleasurable movement.

"Better?" Maka asked.

"Yeah," Dick grunted out. He wrapped an arm around Maka and held her tight while she jerked his penis. Maka rested her head on his shoulder, and Dick kissed her forehead. Maka had little to no experience with this kind of thing, but eventually, she managed to push Dick to a climax.

"Thank you," Dick said breathily, giving Maka another kiss on her forehead. "Want me to return the favor?"

"I'm good, thanks," Maka replied dryly, wiping the excess fluid on Dick's blanket. "I'd rather you stay away from my vagina for the time being."

"Fair enough," Dick laughed. He grabbed Maka's chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She let a slight moan and then quickly covered herself with the blanket to hide her blush from Dick, who still saw anyway. Dick left the bed, not bothering to get dressed, and went to the little kitchen area of his dorm. He wasn't big on cooking, so he instead had a bunch of frozen food packages in his mini-freezer. He popped to frozen breakfast Hot Pockets in the microwave and set the timer. "Are you okay with Hot Pockets for breakfast?"

"Sure," Maka replied, still underneath the covers and now taking up the entire bed. Shaking his head at her indifference, he placed the two Egg, Sausage, and Cheese Hot Pockets on paper plates and went back to bed. Dick's dorm only had one table, and that held his TV and game consoles. Dick usually ate his meals on his bed or his beanbag chair.

"Make room," Dick ordered. Maka sat up and scootched over for Dick to slide in and handed her a Hot Pocket.

"So..." Dick said as the two of them began eating. Maka didn't answer him and just continued eating her Hot Pocket. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know," Maka replied a little hotly. "All I know is that I'm a member of your... Harem now, and I have to help with whatever you do."

"Okay..." Dick replied. "According to the App, I have to fight against "forces of evil" now. Do you have any idea what those are?"

"No." Dick sighed and had to remember that she was "Accepting" of this, but that didn't mean she was happy about it. He decided to change the subject.

"So... are you the real Maka Albarn?" Maka glared at him with a shocking amount of intensity that made Dick flinch.

"Of course I am!" she practically screamed.

"I-I was just checking because..."

"It doesn't matter why you wanted to "check," don't ask such a stupid question again!" Maka turned away from him and ate her breakfast in silence. Dick did the same but sank into thought when while he ate. The app said that it would recruit real people into his Harem, or it would make members for him based on his wishes. Dick figured that his Maka wasn't the female lead from Soul Eater and her answer all but confirmed it. His Maka knew she was nothing but a clone of a manga character, and she had no life outside of that and being in his Harem, and she didn't want to admit it. She wanted to believe that she was Maka Albarn, and entertaining any question to the contrary could shatter that illusion. Dick wasn't sure what he should do about that; should he make Maka accept the truth or let her continue her self-delusion? What was the right thing to do in this scenario? Luckily he didn't have to answer that question as his phone began buzzing and claimed his attention.