Finishing up the Night

The rest of my errands went quickly. I didn't end up finding what I was looking for for Ollie, but an order from an online store will arrive before his birthday.

Ollie usually hits the bars on Thursday evenings, so I once again have the apartment to myself. I strip down to my panties and take the evening to relax. Playing some video games that I've been slowly working my way through before throwing a pizza into the oven.

My phone buzzed as Lucille completes her task, and again as she texts me.

Lucille: Hi Drew! I set up a social page for the shop, feel free to follow to keep up with the progress

She also sent the link to her account, which I do go and follow, sharing her first post to my page and the collection of old friends and distant family that still follow me on that app.

Drew: Sweet followed!

Drew: Let me know if you want an extra pair of hands ever, I'd be up to do some work

Lucille: oh I couldn't! But if you do show up I wouldn't turn you away

I switch over to the QuestMaster app, trying to think of another Quest for Lucille. It proves harder than I thought, not knowing much about her yet.

How about...

'Tell Drew a secret about yourself' (6 xp)

Reward: Receive a secret in return

My mind races as the reward generates. That could be bad, if I don't get to pick what secret I tell. What even counts as a secret between two people who just met?

Lucille starts and stops typing several times, apparently trying to work up her nerve to complete the quest.

I try to get back to the rpg on my computer, struggling to get my mind off of the app despite the plethora of scantily-clad characters fighting through the dungeon. After my third wipe to the dragon I quit out and grab a more direct way to distract myself from under my bed. My vibrator buzzes as I open up a smutty fanfiction.

It works, as I orgasm through the end of the first video, curling my toes and stretching the panties pulled down my thighs. I ignore a ding from my phone as I return to reading and masturbating, imagining myself in the shoes of the self insert as she fucks her way through the main cast. The second ding also slips past my mind, but in the back of my mind I feel something has changed.

I lean back in my chair, legs spread and needs satisfied. I post a comment to the fic, giving the author their reward and stand up to get cleaned up. My hand reaches to my thigh, fingers scratching at skin where I expected fabric.

What? I snatch my phone up, still naked, and check my notifications. A text from Lucille saying she has something to tell me, spam emails that slipped past my filters, and a QuestMaster alert.

Benjamin Mills has completed a quest!

It took the panties right off of my body. I stare at the UI for a minute, with the knowledge that me and Ben had been masturbating at the same time just now. But while I was thinking about wizards and elves, he was thinking about... me.

I know, I know. I was the one that gave him the quest. Whatever. I just hadn't really expected it to hit me in the face like that. Maybe I'd notice I was a pair down later, and chalk it up to getting eaten by a dryer or something. But giving him the pair I was currently wearing?

It's actually kinda hot. Really fucking hot. I wonder if Ben has noticed that they are still warm. That the scent of me on them is strong.

I should buy Reward Designer. I should. Who knows what else it could've been. I owe Ben a favor still, and soon enough I'll have to tell Lucille one of my secrets.

My eyes flick back to my computer. The fanfic is still open. The chapter was about the POV character buying cheap healing potions, but side effects pile up and end in an orgie when the party sets up camp after a difficult battle.

That's me. This app is my shady potion, and I can either put limits on the side effects or let chaos reign. Or even let these "side effects" impact myself as well. I have the Perk Points.