Get someone to make you dinner.

"I've got an idea," you speak up as you lead Erica to the closest door next to yours. "Why not ask our neighbor to make dinner for us?"

"Eh...?" Erica mutters questioningly. "Lucina lives here, right? That quiet girl who stays inside all the time...? What makes you think she'll just go and make dinner for us? And what if she's not even that great of a cook?"

"It's worth a shot," you rationalize without much of a care, already knowing how things will work out with your ability. Knocking on the door twice, you and Erica wait a moment before the sound of shuffling footsteps can be heard from the other side.

"O-one second, please..."

You can hear the sounds of the door's lock being turned from the other side as it opens slowly, revealing a small, petite figure—Lucina, your 19-year-old neighbor who's living on her own while she completes an online degree in Computer Science...at least, that's the most information you've ever gotten out of her in the few times that you've spoken to her, all of which lasted less than a minute before she retreated back into her home. She's clearly a very shy girl with not much to say—or perhaps, she simply finds it difficult to say anything.

"J-John and Erica?" she asks in her tiny, weak voice, barely loud enough to hear. Her beautiful eyes of gold scan both of you as she begins to curl her neck-length night black hair around her timid, shaky fingers. She's blushing thoroughly, as if being near you is embarrassing her for some reason. "Can I h-help you with s-something...?"

She's obviously very uneasy and scared of your presence for whatever reason, as she's always been...you figure she's just not that good with people, which you can't help but find kind of cute.

"Well, John?" Erica speaks up, butting her elbow into your side. "Don't keep the poor girl waiting."

"Are you doing anything today, Lucina?" you ask the young girl in as calm a tone as you can.

"N-not exactly..." she answers very vaguely, still idly curling her fingers around her hair. "Why do you ask...?"

"I was just going to ask you to make dinner for Erica and I," you explain straightforwardly. "Doesn't really matter what you make."

"A-ah..." she murmurs, voice hanging as she nods lightly. "Well, I d-don't have m-much to cook with in h-here..."

"That's why you'll cook in our apartment," you clarify as you unhook your apartment's key from your key ring, tossing it to her lightly. She nearly misses it, her eyes going wide as she realizes you're throwing something her way and barely catches it, almost stumbling over herself in the process. "We'd cook ourselves, but there's some things we need to take care of. You don't mind...right?"

"W-well, uh..." she begins, sounding as if she's about to decline, but as she looks into your eyes, her blush seems to fade as she nods. "Y-yeah...I'll cook something for you guys, s-sure."

Erica simply blinks in surprise as Lucina steps out of her doorway and makes her way towards yours after closing the door behind her. With her finally out of the darkness of her own apartment, you can see that she's not wearing anything except for an oversized black T-shirt that runs down to her thighs. You can only assume she's got shorts under there, but given how she lives alone and rarely leaves, there might really be nothing under there.

As she unlocks your door, she turns back to you, looking at you inquisitively. "When I'm done, s-should I go back to my place, or...?"

You're about to tell that it's up to her when you quickly realize that, if given the option, she would no doubt return to her cave...and that would mean you'd have to bother her again if you wanted to have fun with her. Indeed, forcing her to stay in your apartment until you and Erica get back could allow you to have some toy with her a bit. There's almost no doubt in your mind that she's a virgin—the idea of her extraordinarily tight holes and her adorable bashfulness are extremely appealing, or even better yet, making her and Erica have some fun with each other as you watch...

"Just stay inside our apartment," you answer. "I'd just feel safer if you were watching it. Besides, maybe we could all hang out for a bit afterwards."

"A-ah...alright..." she affirms with a shy nod, her blush returning tenfold. "U-uhm...I guess I'll s-see you two in a bit, then...h-have fun."

With that, she steps inside your apartment and closes the door behind her, leaving Erica looking at you with a very confused look on her face.

"How on Earth did you manage that, John?" she asks you with intense curiosity as you and her turn around, continuing down a nearby staircase to the parking garage. "That girl doesn't talk to anyone. I never thought she'd agree to hang out, let alone cook for us...have you been getting to know her?"

"Not at all," you say with a smug smirk. "Guess my voice is just irresistible today."

"Oh, stop it," she says with a giggle, jokingly punching your shoulder. "Jeez, I agree to be your little slut and you let it go straight to your head..."

"Sure, sure," you respond with a dismissive shake of your hand as you approach Erica's red Mustang. As you near the driver's side, your cousin glances at you with a puzzled look.

"You wanna drive?" she asks as she throws you the keys from her purse. "You never wanna drive. Why the sudden urge?"

"What?" you question as you both get inside, taking your seats. "You think you can handle the wheel and sucking me off at the same time?"

"Oh ho!" Erica exclaims with a laugh as you start up the car. Bending over, she begins to unbutton your jeans slowly, looking up at you with a sultry look in her eyes. "Are you saying you think you can handle the wheel while being sucked off...?"

"Try me," you aggressively counter with a grin as you pull out of the parking lot.

"If you crash and kill us, it's not my fault~" she whispers with a giggle in a rather seductive tone, her lips encompassing your already semi-hard shaft as you begin to make way for the mall...

30 minutes and one hell of an interesting driving experience later, you find yourself waiting outside of a woman's restroom inside the populated mall near your home. In due time, your cousin appears from within, patting down her lips with some tissues.

"That took you long enough," you jokingly complain lightheartedly as she joins her arm with yours again, the two of you now walking forward.

"It's your fault you came that much..." she says with a small pout that quickly turns into an impressed smile. "When the hell did you get that much stamina, anyway? Both of your loads from the blowjob before we left and the one on the way here...they were the biggest I've ever seen, both in my experience and porn alike. Are you Superman or something?"

"You could say that, I guess," you answer with a shrug and a laugh, enjoying the position you've been put in with your ability and the sexual enhancements that apparently came with it. "In any case, we need to find you a clothing store for you..."

A few minutes of walking and playful jabbing at one another leads up to you both eventually stopping in front of a cheap looking store full of trashy looking women inside with equally trashy outfits.

"This is it," you confirm with a smiling nod. "This filthy shopping outlet encompasses everything you'll need to be my slut."

"Well, what're we waiting for, then?!" Erica excitingly asks, dragging you inside. "Let's get to it!"

With an eager look in her eyes, Erica begins to go through the store's insanely slutty clothing—articles of clothing that she would have no doubt been disgusted by just yesterday, but now that she's your happy-go-lucky cumdumpster, she's more than willing to embrace them if it means being able to serve you better. Your smart, well-mannered cousin is lowering her standards just so she can be the best whore she can be, and she's completely happy with herself and her situation as she does so. Effortlessly, you've brain washed her to an **** degree, and you can't help but be turned on by it.

After nearly an hour or two of trying on a variety of slutty outfits, you witness which one she's finally decided upon as she steps out of the changing room for what is hopefully the last time...