John faces an uncomfortable truth.

He only just met Ophelia. Surely, she knew nothing of him that he didn't reveal here in this very bedroom, or by whatever Vanessa did tell her about him. Her guess about his character was just that: a guess. But John felt his foot inch back as her accusation laid upon him. It wasn't true, right? I-I liked Ms. Summers! I still do! And... and...

When John went through the list... those he hadn't enslaved, those very few free women he had slept with, were either irrevocably broken or otherwise poisoned by his influence. Lily was a new exception, but even she was merely obeying her nature, and only then to obey her orders. Vanessa only wanted to play along to get an advantage against him. The list went on, and somehow Ophelia had found a curious, ugly pattern about the Gamer, and the consequence of his first week in this new, unfairly supernatural world. The Marine put a hand on either of her hips, and maintained her smile as she contemplated him. "Which is it, then? You don't like what you're seeing, or you don't like what you're hearing?"

Obviously what he sees, you lunatic. The revulsion in Vanessa's mind was a slap to John's attention. He wants pristine women, like me. Honestly, as if I'd let you stand around here if you were a challenge... "I think you've made your point, Ophy," was all that bubbled out of the venomous pit of Vanessa's mouth.

"I'm still waiting for punishment," the older woman growled. "'Course, if you're not up for it, Johnny boy, I understand, and I'll have someone walk you and your new maids away."

John looked between the two and saw, in Ophelia, an expectation for him to run away. He wasn't sure of what the "right thing" to do was in this scenario... but it couldn't be walking away. Leaving the bedroom now would reflect nothing going on in his mind, and only prove everything Ophelia claimed he was. Ophelia Waterstone was not a broken woman, John realized... but she was no doubt treated like one by men before John. More likely than not, those men found themselves landing on their asses for underestimating her. That's what the UI is trying to tell me... John eyed her level and mana. She's... she's not just a soldier. She's a powerful soldier, in one way or another. He tuned his Gamer's drive back to normal, and felt his pants grow taut before he started to undo them. Not wanting to terrify a normal woman, he reduced the turgid weapon back to it's "regular" size of over eight inches. "Please..." Her eyebrow raised curiously as John murmured. "... don't call me Johnny. I hate that nickname." He dropped his pants and underwear in one movement, and his dick sprung up to greet the women. He was hard, nay, eager to get started... and at this, Ophelia nearly showed surprise.

Vanessa, meanwhile, spat such venom as to match her thoughts. "T-That's obviously because... because I'm here! Ophelia, get the fuck out of my bedroom-!"

"No," John interrupted. Ophelia's mouth remained open (she was about to deny the order herself) for only a moment. "Your punishment has been selected, Vanessa."

Vanessa's face twisted with the wordless rage building in her head. "What, you expect me to do anything with her around?" He felt it there: the spark; an ugly, angry thing that could only grow in the jealous heart of one who simply had to be the superior class. It was a jealousy that burned like the perceived insult: that she would ever have to worry about competition from her. It was without words; it was a sensation so raw and ugly that John cut off his mental link to the heiress.

"I expect you to get completely naked and stand next to Ophelia. She chose her sex," he carefully declared, "so I'm going to involve it... one way or the other."

"You're starting to piss me off, Johnny," Ophelia growled. "If you're just thinking of hurting her-"

"If you knew even an ounce of what she thought of you," John dared to interrupt, "you wouldn't even care."

Vanessa froze, wide-eyed at the accusation. Her thoughts were no longer being spied upon in fact, but if he knew anything about how she really saw Ophelia... I... never told him anything suspicious... is he... is he able to... He was a mage. He could bend reality and twist her thoughts and body seemingly at will. Why would the contents of her thoughts be any safer? Vanessa's paranoia was peaked, and she guessed correctly at the truth: he could read her mind.

Conversely, Ophelia didn't know anything about magic, but she knew plenty about how the Hawthorne looked at her. "What, that she hates looking at me, or hates that I don't take her shit? Either way, that's fine," Ophelia shrugged. Vanessa blinked at her bodyguard in new surprise. "I don't particularly like staring at her either, but we've made our peace, I think."

"I'm not going to hurt her." Not the way you might be thinking, anyways... "So... get undressed, Vanessa. I'm going to look at you both carefully. I'll pick the prettier one and make love to her-" Ophelia scoffed at that. "- while the other will have to sit at the farthest corner of the bed and masturbate while watching."

Vanessa's hands shook with fury. What did he intend? Was this just to insult her in some petty manner, by pleasuring the cripple while she watched and touched herself?! A petty trick, John Newman... one that you'll pay for. As if I'd fall for such a stupid deceit! In fact, I'll make you pay for it by showing you just what you'll be missing out on... and if you end up giving in to the obvious, superior choice, I'll have you right where I want you! YOU HEAR ME, JOHN?! I CANNOT LOSE!

Ophelia's mind worried in an entirely different direction. He's just trying to get to **** Vanessa into sex by working her pride. Like Hell that I'd let him get away with it! The moment he tries to get her clothes off- Ophelia turned as she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, and then took a double-take as Vanessa appeared next to her completely in the buff. The babydoll was still fluttering to the ground across the room as she posed. Perfect, unblemished skin, a complete body, sizeable breasts with less of the sag that extra years had put on Ms. Waterstone, her pussy shaved bald in anticipation of her new boyfriend's visit... Vanessa was a model sexual partner, if Ophelia was to judge on John's behalf.

In short, she had walked right into the boy's shoddy plan to fuck her. Jesus Christ, Nessie, do you have any goddamn sense of self-preservation to look beyond-!

"Let's see," John whispered as he approached.

Ophelia readied to attack him in the buff if she had to. She was starting to feel foolish: he had called her bluff, her gun was in her jacket on the ground, and now she'd have to explain why she was wearing nothing but her limbs, a wristwatch, and a smile when she beat an Academy student into a bloody pulp. Said student looked between them a mere foot away from either, and he leered at each one while his cock twitched in anticipation of the choice. He didn't reach out to touch them; in-turn, she didn't break his nose.

Vanessa was far less confident, though the idea of him using magic wasn't even a consideration there. Why are you taking this long? You're just trying to torment me, right? Right?! Well! Vanessa raised her arms lazily over her head, and emphasized her chest just a bit more while winking at her "boyfriend". She raised her knee and, as John watched, unfolded her leg, holding it in a pose that let her hook her shin close to her face with her arm... and spread her young little pussy, that tight hole she knew he could love for hours, for her lover to see. She felt her wetness as her lips parted from the stretch, and she gave a soft, indolent moan of frustration. "You could fuck me like this, couldn't you, baby?" She licked her own shin while staring as lustily as she could manage at John.

"Ophelia." Vanessa's leg snapped downward, and the air of its **** breezed onto John. He paid it no mind as he looked the Marine over. "Do you really want to do this? Do you... consent?"

The Marine blinked at John, and snorted as she tried to hold back a giggle. "Ha... oh boy. Call me old-fashioned, champ, but if I'm letting you get this close when I'm this naked? You're either dead or welcome."

John nodded, trying to mirror her smirk. "Good... let's get to it then. Vanessa can watch." John went around Ophelia and towards the side of the bed, and ignored the heiress as her eyes began to glisten. With a good grip on the comforter of the toy-covered, king-sized bed, and just a nudge from move, he whipped the entire comforter off and away, taking with it a splash of dildos and buttplugs as it crashed into the closed dresser on the opposite side of the room. The perfectly clean sheets laid bare felt smooth to John's touch, and a slight push revealed just the kind of soft-firmness he expected from a hard-ass like Hawthorne. He might never again lay on so wonderfully-crafted a bed.

John gave a gentle pat to the mattress, and Ophelia loped towards him, shaking her head. He's acting like it's the most natural thing in the world... where the Hell'd you find this kid, Nessie?

As Ophelia crawled onto the bed, John caught Vanessa's tearful eyes. Mercilessly, he motioned her towards the farthest post. "You're already warmed up, right? Might as well get into it now, baby."

"Why..." Vanessa barely managed to raise her voice. She didn't want the answer. She was terrified of the answer after having somehow lost to what she knew to be a hideous cripple. He's trying to get back at me... that's all this is... it doesn't mean anything... She kept assuring herself even as she crawled onto the bed as instructed.

Ophelia leaned onto the mountain of pillows at the head of the mattress, and marveled at how perfectly soft, yet firm, the whole arrangement was. I need to catch more naps in here when she's at school... She eyed Vanessa as the heiress cast her eyes down to the bedsheets while hesitantly toying with herself. Christ... well, at least he isn't **** her, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to make sure she breaks up with this piece of shit. "Alright, Johnny," she commanded without a single damn for his hate of the name, "I think you've proven your point, right? You're even willing to go down on a wounded veteran, good for you! Call it your civic duty for the month-"

"If you don't want me to do it," John all but hissed, "then tell me. I'm not a... I won't **** you to do anything."

"You're damn right you won't."

"... But I want you now," he whispered. "You're..."

"... pitiful? Insubordinate? Bitchy? Save the charm, lover boy, or poor Nessie there is never going to be able to masturbate again."

Vanessa hissed some insult under her breath, but said nothing more as she continued to idly finger her clit.

"... strong." Ophelia gave him a dubious smirk. "You don't have to believe me. But right now, I want you way more than I want Vanessa, and I'll prove it to you if you let me."

Ophelia teased her thighs open... just enough for John to notice that her labia was shorter than he imagined it would be. He narrowed his eyes as he realized the burns that had touched her even there. She rolled her eyes. "You're not a very convincing liar, Johnny-"

He crawled towards her, and she had to steel her nerves to not kick his head off with her good foot. His belly-button passed her toes, which meant she had allowed him into No Man's Land. He owes me a drink... wait, shit, he's not even 21! His eyes surveyed her damaged form as he lowered his head, and his mouth was nearly upon her when she grabbed a fistful of his hair and lifted his eyes back up to her. "My shift can end in five hours, or in five minutes. I'm only going to stay as long as you impress. You do anything to piss me off? I'm dragging you out of the house with me, and not for Part Two."

She let his hair go and checked her watch. John chuckled. "What, you're going to-"

Beep. Beep beep. She set the timer thereon, and then sarcastically motioned for John to begin.

The teenage boy gulped, and stared down at the damaged pussy before him... and finally noticed a certain absence, something that was bothering him the moment he saw it. Having been invited, he gently toyed with her cunt, earning barely any reaction at all from her as he looked her over... and confirmed that the flesh of her genitals had been so malformed that they had done away with all visible portions of her clitoris. Her urethra had barely escaped this fate, and her vagina otherwise seemed operational, except it was lacking anything but the most basic moisture. John's mind started to race as he contemplated his options, and he clumsily shoved two fingers into her, followed by licking all the flesh there between her pussy lips that remained. Lily, his magic, and Tricia had all spoiled him: Ophelia continued to check her watch and enjoy the comfort of the pillows more than the eager head she was getting. Angrily, Vanessa continued to jill off at the two of them.

John continued to try and stir his partner without magic, but to little avail. She seemed utterly disinterested. He finally dared to accommodate his self-doubt. "Are you... does this feel good?"

"It doesn't feel bad, Johnny," Ophelia muttered as she reclined into the pillows, "so you're not unwelcome for at leeeeeast..." She checked her watch with one open eye. "... three minutes and twenty-two seconds." She closed her eyes back up and leaned into the pillows, letting her thighs widen as she relaxed. "Bonus points for not asking about my clit, by the way; I'm kind of sensitive about that. Pun intended."

John swallowed hard again. He was absolutely about to ask about it. Crap, I'm getting nowhere here! Maybe I should've had Alysha swap with Thumalk before I- no, no, come on! You've been banging all week! You can do this! He struggled for another minute, of greedily suckling and prodding all he could, but she was so barely wet that he feared it was largely his spit that moistened her hole. He realized now that he was still inexperienced... and had the crutch of aphrodisiac and augments to ignore the fact. But I can't leave her like this... if anyone should get off, it's... "H-Hey... I... can do something, that will make you feel really good... but I need to know you're okay with me... um... doing it...?"

"Pfft," she snorted, "calm down with the pillow talk, big boy! If you've got something to do down there besides looking for lost keys, I'm all for it." She checked her watch with one eye again. "Two minutes left." She returned to relaxing into her pillows. "It better not be your dick though, because I'm nowhere near there yet." Of course, Ophelia couldn't have known what he meant.

No... Vanessa, on the other hand, did. He didn't bother asking her permission for it when he did it last, but she knew that even that sensation had to be more of his power. Her mind pleaded in the vain hope that John was still listening to her inner-thoughts, and so could hear her beg him. No... that's... that's mine! Don't give her the same feeling, don't you dare-!