Compromises.

That night I had another encounter with Frey. I sat on my bed, staring back at the faceless ghost in front of me. Well, I say faceless, but Frey had vague, white definitions for her eyes. No mouth, but I could still tell she was grinning at me. It’s weird.

"You greedy bastard, you," she said happily. "You actually went and did it. Didn't think you had the balls."

"Was it too stupid?"

"What? No! Those girls had been sending you signals all along. I'm glad to see you're not THAT dense."

I nodded. "I had a strong feeling they'd say yes."

"And now you officially have three girls who'll help you keep me well fed. I think my basic needs might be covered with this, so long as you don't slack off."

"So you're satisfied now?"

"Didn't you hear me? I said basic needs. Just because you have three meals a day and a roof over your head doesn't mean you won't want more. You want the food to be good, your home to be comfortable and some luxuries to give life a bit of flavor, don't you? Or will you tell me you'll die if you don't play your games or play your guitar. "

"...So what's next for you, then?"

"Growth. I'm a weak Spirit of Lust. I've seen the height of power in one of my kind. Even if I'll never get there, I want to stretch my hand and reach for it."

I swallowed nervously. "And how would you do that?"

"For starters, I'll need you to get more women."

"What?"

"You heard me. For my growth, I'll need to feed on sexual energy. To get sexual energy, I need you to have lots of sex. But sexual energy is… a bit of a vague concept. If three girls were all we needed, it'd simply be a matter of giving it time. You're a horny boy, and so are your girls. But no, there's more to sexual energy than just a lot of sex. We need to get kinky, we need variety, we need FEELINGS!” Frey pumped her fists with passion. “Penis in vagina might make you a baby, but believe it or not, sex can be bad and boring, too. I'd get a better meal from some enthusiastic oral than from lackluster penetrative sex. That means we need to tap into the heart's desire, yours and your many partners. I haven't forgotten your answer, kid. You want many, many girls to yourself. Don't deny it."

"I… I might have said that, but… I won't cheat on the girls. No matter what you do to me, you won't get my awake self to cheat on them. I know that much."

"That's true," Frey admitted. "You're honest to a fault and just as passive. Save for when it counts, I guess. But you're forgetting something I told you, my dear Oliver. It's not much, but through your sex encounters with your girlfriends, I've been working on both the sexual link and their jealousy. I'm not strong, so the reason my weak suggestions to lessen their jealousy worked so well is because of how damn close those three are. But now I'm well fed, I'm back to my standard, and will have ample time and opportunities to keep the suggestions going."

"Don't do anything to them," I stated firmly. I set my eyes on Frey, just short of an ice cold glare. "Don't change them. Don't mind-control them. I'll stop cooperating if you do."

Frey scoffed. "Like you could do anything. Your awake self doesn't even know I'm here, kid. You'd grab your girls the moment you saw their titties bounce. Still, relax, I couldn't do much even if I wanted to. Not now, at least. I keep telling you I'm not that strong. Mind control is beyond me. But I have two things to help me achieve my goal of getting you more girls."

"...And what would that be?" I asked carefully.

"First, my weak but constant suggestions to plant the idea in their heads that sharing you is pretty hot. Second, the sex link between you. You can feel their desires, and they can feel yours. Even if you don't say anything, soon they'll realize the idea of a big harem turns you on. Combine these two, and…"

"This is bound for disaster, Frey. I'm not charismatic enough to have a harem."

Frey shrugged. "You got three girls, kid. What's stopping you from getting more? Sure, you'll need to make sure it doesn't all spiral into madness, and you'll need to be more selective from here on so that the new girls fit nicely into your harem. But I believe in you. And well, if you fail, I can always find another host."

That made me raise an eyebrow. “Wait. You can just leave?"

"Hm? Of course. I'd rather not, since things are working out and the act of leaving takes a lot out of me. Finding a suitable host that's emotionally weak may take time, too, which can be dangerous. But you're not my only hope, kid. I have time. So if you don't want to lose my blessing and the powers I give you, it's in your best interest to work with me instead of against me."

…

I took a deep breath. "No mind control. I don't want people to be **** to be with me. It'd mean nothing, and I think I'd be able to tell. My heart wouldn't be in it."

"Alright. That's fair. The world is big. We can find girls who fit you and the situation. Suggestions alright with you, then?"

"...You'll do it even if I say no."

"Correct."

"Then nothing drastic."

"We'll see."

I groaned. It was hard to admit, but I didn't want to lose her powers. It was what brought me close to Mila, Grace and Sarah. If I lost Frey's powers, would I lose them as well? The thought frightened me. But also… I couldn't deny that she was right. The idea of having many women as my harem was perhaps the peak of my fantasies. If it wasn't, I would've fought harder to convince Frey.

…

I'd need to be careful. I would always refuse to get my wish granted if it meant hurting the girls I loved. If Mila, Grace and Sarah became okay with it, then… yeah. But if they didn't, then Frey's plan was doomed, and she would eventually leave me, because I knew myself well.

I'd sooner lose her powers than risk hurting them.

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