On the war path

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Well THAT is interesting... Well done, friends!

A really interesting poll for me. Thanks to everyone who participated. The fact that Sofia and Sage even landed above Lisa and Bella is really great. I see a lot of potential in both of them, and it's good to see that you've all elevated them to the gold standard of Lisa and Bella. For me, that means I'll pay extra attention to the two mind-bonded girls and try to incorporate them more into the story and connect them with other girls. And the fact that Sonya is so high up on the list is also great. She has incredible potential and will be one of the most important volleyball bitches. After the collage, Finn goes straight to work and Sonya and her friends.

I read from this poll that you especially want to hear about the main stars Lisa and Bella (figures), but are also interested in Sonya in particular, as well as Sage and Sofia. This gives me a wide range of options, and with the volleyball bitches, I know who I'll focus on a bit more.

Thus, the direction for the start of the second arc of The MCD has been decided, and I thank you for your loyalty to this story and to me as the author.

And there is someone else I personally have to thank, for making it possible for me to continue this story as elegantly and, above all, carefree as I am currently doing, at record speed, inspired, and free of worries about the story's course.

With the words "Lakota is trickier" and the following paragraph, ReaperofBalance has delivered something in such a short time that I've been searching for for half a fucking year. After 20 minutes of incredulous amazement and stunned reading, over and over again, shocked it took so few time ti figure it out, I finally realized that he has given me a perfect start to the second act, and this chapter, as well as the ideal character development that Lakota will undergo, are entirely thanks to him. I dedicate this chapter to you Reaper, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help in such a hard time.

Thanks to you, my war path is over.

By the way, I'm still convinced that you work for the NSA, the way you can see in my head. ;)

Now, you all, please enjoy...

Chapter 71

Oh boy, I think, while New York flies past the bus window, it's like I'm in that movie... What's that one called again? The one with Will Smith and his dog? Well... In any case, the city is almost as empty as it is with the anti-cancer zombies, and I find myself thinking that it's not so bad to be a little late for my classes every now and then. But no, my family relies on me as their protector and provider, and I can't afford to be weak.

And besides, I want to go to my cute little e-girl-girlfriend, who, strangely enough, hasn't asked where I am yet.

Before I can fully concentrate on the lovely, happy, and liberated Lisa, however, I deactivate my family's perks regarding their sexual organs. Tammy wanted to mount me again on the way out, and with or without the MCD, I suspect my girls at home can't keep their hands off each other. So, while I alter the necessary data on the MCD, I'm wondering how I feel about my girls being able to have fun without me. Rose, reliable as she is, will do what she wants, just as I want for her. But Tammy, Jasmine, and Michelle… Maybe I should come up with some kind of rulebook they can follow if I notice I might get jealous. Next, without any thought of self interrest, I'll give my girls the sweet dreams they deserve.

Rose Lynchwood. Sweet Dreams (Good, relaxing dreams)

Tammy Lynchwood. Sweet Dreams (Warm dreams of being cared for)

Michelle Lynchwood. Sweet Dreams (Wild, joyful dreams of being active and happy)

Jasmine Lynchwood. Sweet Dreams (Wet dreams of being in the kitchen, making dinner. (40%) Wet dreams of cleaning the house and fucking the cleaning tools. (40%) Wet dreams of getting intimate with Finn Lynchwood. (20%))

What can I say? With Jasmine, I only think about myself 20% of the time. I'm truly a gentleman.

That makes two perks available to each of my family members (except Jasmine, who still has **** Honesty activated) after I've deactivated the other perks, should I not want to deactivate Sweet Dreams. Plenty of room to have fun with, I think.

And while I'm at it...

Lisa Moreau. Sweet Dreams (Active, safe dreams of showing her body to Finn Lynchwood. (70%) Active, bubbly dreams of taking photos for strangers on the internet. (30%))

Okay, I'm self-centered here, that's true. But Lisa needs me... And fuck, I need this warm, trusting girl too, as I slowly guide her toward a life where she no longer feels restricted. And if anything comes around, it's still possible to matter the commands, change the dreams or make them less prominent.

Then, as my college comes into view, I put the thought aside, run my hand through my hair, and prepare for the first, albeit somewhat short, day of college with Lisa as my e-girlfriend.

The day turns into a catastrophe right away as I walk through the doors into the building.

"Lynchwood!" Lakota's words pierce my heart like an arrow, stopping me like a wounded buffalo. She's angry. Angrier than usual. Lakota is on the warpath.

"Hey, what..." But I get cut off.

"Why are you so late? Don't you have any manners?"

"I... eh..." As always, Tana follows in the angry girl's wake, looking at me without much pity. Finally, I remember the life I have, the happiness I feel. "I don't know what should be a concern to you," I say, without much venom in my voice. "But..."

"Some of us are actually here to make a difference," she snaps at me, without considering that my life has been a constant struggle so far.

When I think about it, we got along better when life was against me, I realize. Strange. Is she angry that I'm okay? Or is she...

"Can I help you in any way?" Shit, that didn't sound very soothing, even though I meant it. Before the MCD, I wasn't someone who knew how to handle women. Fuck, Lisa was in love with me without me even realizing it. And Rose, I pushed her out of my life. But Lakota definitely doesn't love me. Such anger doesn't come from repressed love. So I take a closer look and maybe it's exactly because of the shitty life I had, that I seem to recognise something under her rage. There, for a moment after I offered her my help, there is...

Is she... sad?

But sadness or not, her face turns cold again and the fleeting moment is gone. Back again with Lakota the hunter of male hearts. And her words hurt me.

"It would help if you could convince your freaky friend to stop rubbing her consumerism in everyone's face like a cheap slut who haven't realised yet in which world we live in! And besides..."

"Leave it alone," Tana's voice rings out, preventing me from getting a nosebleed. Either because the fiery girl might strike a punch on the warpath, or because I'm so irritated by her outburst that I'd burst a vein. "People like them don't understand."

People like them? I ask myself as Tana struggles to pull Lakota away. The chocolate-brown girl gives me another hateful look, then I hear her curses as she disappears among the students who fearfully make way for her.

"I hate it, Tana. I hate it so much. They're taking everything from us, and that bitch dares to..." Then the two of them disappear outside to surely contribute to global warming, that's how heated Lakota is.

"What the..."

But then, it gets even worse.

Between classes, there's always a lot going on. Students rush from one wing to the next, quickly grabbing something to eat or socializing.

Sofia doesn't do anything like that, and at first I smile when I see her sitting alone, her small body almost disappearing behind the wall of people. But then I see her worried look, and when she sees me, she immediately jumps up and rushes toward me with a worried expression.

"Finn!" Such a petite girl shouldn't be able to hug me so tightly, but maybe it's Sage's strength (whom I don't see anywhere). In any case, Sofia speaks quickly into my chest as my arms wrap around her. "It's Lisa. Lakota and she got into some kind of fight. Lakota exploded and completely yelled at Lisa about her outfit. It was awful. Lisa's crying, Finn!" It's understandable that a social girl like Sofia can't handle such things well, but even though I give her strength with my hug, an icy coldness spreads through me.

Lakota didn't just attack me. She attacked my girlfriend.

"Are you okay, Sofia?" I ask urgently, holding her in front of me. One strap of her jeans is slipping, and her expression is filled with surprise that I'm asking about her.

"I... eh... yes! Yeah, I'm okay. But Finn, I don't know where Lisa is." Sofia becomes anxious again. "She just ran away, and my phone died, and Ryan started looking without me, and Sage isn't around, and I couldn't reach you, and..."

Sofia Wilkins and Sage DeSanto +4 (PS -52)

"And..." Sofia blinks and pauses. "I don't know why I said that." I do. She's thinking about her soulmate. But neither of us cares about it right now, and Sofia shakes her head. "We have to find her." It's time for me to take action. I hold Sofia's shoulders more firmly, showing her that I'm there and will help her.

"You're a good friend, Sofia," I tell her firmly, and she smiles. "I think I know where she is." With that, I look around, find the way, then quickly return to the worried girl. It's sweet how much she wants to integrate into the friendship, and I know the MCD will bring me closer to her and Sage... After I've taken care of Lisa. "Find Ryan and tell him I know, okay? Think about yourself right now." Sofia nods eagerly... And I pat her benevolently on the head. It's a reflex; Sofia is just too cute. And it's also cute how red her cheeks turn. Then she adjusts the strap of her pants and watches me leave the building.

Not many people know about the janitor's addiction to cigarettes. Smoking is, of course, forbidden throughout the entire college, and everyone knows the secret corners where students gather to break the rules. The professors, of course, overlook this, but that doesn't apply to the janitor. He's resigned to not repairing a certain door at the top of a certain stairwell, and the many cigarette butts on the concrete floor on the roof of the main building indicate how much he enjoys being here.

Today, however, our janitor has the day off, and so the only person on the roof is Lisa Moreau, my sweet and bubbly e-girlfriend.

But there's nothing sweet and bubbly about her right now. She looks sick to ****. She sits huddled, arms crossed on her knees, whimpering and sobbing quietly. Her outfit is the only girly thing about her; the rest is misery and sorrow.

"Hey," I whisper while moving toward her. She and Sofia have many things in common, including their tight embrace, which Lisa practically throws herself into.

Then the tears come.

There won't be any classes or studying today. Either Lakota will be fine with it, or she'll hate me and Lisa even more for missing class. But I don't care. I fucking don't care for this girl and her friend. I will sit here with Lisa as long as she needs to cry in my arms.

Up here is our special place. Ryan showed it to Lisa, and Lisa showed it to me back when we got to college together. Up here, we decided to stick it out together through our time. Up here, the friendship between Ryan and me has solidified into something strong, something that endures even if we don't always see eye to eye. As for him, I know why the MCD made him my wingman. Holding my girl in my arms, I lean against the dreary concrete wall of the stairwell and stare up at the azure sky while the sounds of the city below drift up to me. The students are all in their classes, and Lisa's sobs accompany me on my journey from friend to boyfriend.

“I’m here,” I whisper in her ear and caress her back while she snuggles up to me. “I know what happened. Everything is okay now. I’m here for you.” Lisa and I have stood here alone or with Ryan so many times, and often enough the two of them have been up here alone too. So often I have seen the looks Lisa gave me and so often I have told myself that she deserves someone better than me. Those doubts are over now and Ryan would surely be proud of me to see that I have finally understood that Lisa has always seen me as the man that Rose shaped me to be. “Everything will be okay.” Lisa says something into my chest. “What?” She lifts her head. Rose looks sweet with tears in her eyes, full of fiery determination. Lisa doesn’t.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she confesses. “She said that… I… I don’t know. Something about money… And something about me not deserving… and… She was so mean.” More tears. Lisa is such a kind, patient, and friendly person. She lost her mother to cancer and never spoke about it in an angry or hurtful way. Lisa is someone who can turn suffering into a smile, and I love her for that.

God, if Ryan could see me now, I grin while holding my girlfriend. He would be so proud of both of us.

"Fuck Lakota," I say to Lisa. "Fuck her and her problems. Take your time, stay with me and get better, okay? We will get through this."

"I'm sorry," Lisa sobbs heavily. "I wanted this to be a good day, and now I've ruined everything!"

"What?" Before she can cry again, I make her laugh. Gently, I pull her away from my chest and hold her in front of me. She's so pale while she's practically lying on my lap, her cheeks wet and her makeup running. Dark, sensual makeup. God, she looks sexy. Her shoulders are bare beneath the tight, black tube top, and her gray checkered pleated skirt has slipped over her bent legs. I can see the end of her fishnet stockings, and her black combat boots must be hanging heavy on her feet, but... "Hey!" I say, pointing at her head. "Those cat ears look familiar." My smile makes her smile as she carefully reaches up and pulls the sexy earpiece off her head. Together we gaze at the black piece in her beautiful hands.

"I wanted to look extra sexy for our first meeting when... well..." Again, it's me who giggles.

"You can say it," I say, thinking of Rose and my declaration of love. "It's official now... honey." She looks at me, still uncertain. My fingers rest on her wet cheeks. Our lips touch, soft and fleeting. Then our kiss is over. "It will stay this way," I say. "I promise you."

"I wanted to look extra sexy for our first meeting as..." She inhales cutely. "A pair." I sneer in mock resignation.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend." But my eyes betray how happy I am that we finally share this title. "God, that took a long time." I wobble with my head. "Look at me." I mock myself. "I'm Finn Lynchwood. I see the perfect girl fallen in love with me and am too stupid to act on it." And when Lisa laughs about it, heartily and warmly as her tears begin to dry, the day is finally good.

"Look at me," she says, her voice high-pitched and happy. She doesn't handle the mean part of reprimanding herself as well as I do, but that's not the point. She's happy. "I fall in love with a boy and tell him right away that I love him." The way she smiles at me, her eyes fixed on me while using humor to convey her deepest feelings... Even if she were to yell at me, I love her.

At first, I don't respond to her sweet words. I take her in my arms and hold her tightly, my girlfriend. Not second. Not first. Rose will understand. And Lisa too.

"What's so bad about that?" I finally ask, as Lisa's scent fills my nostrils. Her clothes smell fresh, with a gentle breeze of her perfume and shampoo. A mix of smells, old and new, just like Lisa's life. Her newfound E-girl phase, her feelings for me, and above all, my life, which I lead and which she so eagerly wants to fit into. I'm not afraid to talk to the girl I love about the girl I love. Pfft. Rose and Lisa would slap me if I were afraid of those words. "It took years with Rose, too." Lisa turns her head.

It's not the MCD manipulating her, I'm sure of that. That doesn't fit with the path and the idea I have of her. Lisa understands that she's not the only one in my life, even if she'll always be above me.

"Have you finally told her?" I snicker.

"God, it was about time. We promised to say it more often now."

"I'm glad. For real."

"And I love you too, Lisa Moreau," I say, maybe too soon, but neither do I or Lisa care. Another kiss. A little more demanding, lips pressed together more tightly. Time doesn't matter. We're here, and we like it. Then my girl looks down at herself.

"I actually wanted to look beautiful for you," she pouts playfully, and I see how the urge to show herself to me dispels the few dark clouds my presence haven't swished away yet. Just as I had hoped for with Lisa, my sweetheart e-girl. The MCD helps me make her whole. "And my makeup is probably smudged, too." We both laugh.

"Absolutely," I confirm, and kiss her head. "You look like one of those rock star girls that are so popular right now." I have no idea about such things; my music taste is more in the 70s and 80s, old man that I am at 21. But hey, if you don't have a social life, you escape to the past to find happiness. With Lisa in my arms, that's no longer necessary. Then my girl stirs and perks up.

"Wait," she says, sniffing loudly and so gd damn cute. Everything she does is cute to me. Then she rummages around in her bag and pulls out her expensive phone, a well-intentioned and warm-hearted attempt by her father to give her some quality in her life with money. "Here." She's giddy and shoves the phone under my nose.

Of course she took a picture and of course she wants to show it to me.

Lisa Moreau. +6 (PS -40)

And of course she gets points and of course she looks uber sexy. Maybe even more sexy as she looks right now. But not as cute, snuggling into my embrace like the e-girl kitten she displays today.

"What's that around your neck?" I ask, looking down at her breasts. Eh... chest... I remember. No, wait! She's your girlfriend. You can look at her breasts now!

But I don't, because Lisa is talking to me, and as a man, I concentrate on my girlfriend's words...

I can do both, I think, and let my eyes wander down again. Lisa has really nice breasts and... Fuck! Someday I'll see Lisa naked! Oh holy God in heaven!

There's little that can tear me away from the almost panicky thought of having sex with Lisa. But her tensed body, clenched teeth and pitying look do it with ease.

"Well... Lakota... She..." It's good to see that when I'm around her, Lisa doesn't start crying again. Instead, she looks at me, seeking help. "It's just a stupid pendant. I found it on the internet and I thought it was cute. She took it away from me and said... I don't know... like... She said people like me are the reason the world is a place full of... well..." I keep looking at Lisa. No demands. Just the reminder that I'm now at her side. To an outsider, Lisa certainly seems weak, and people like Lakota probably see the shy girl as easy prey. But Lisa is stronger than many people think, even stronger than Lisa thinks she is. And my job is to manage this strength. "The reason the world is a place full of sluts and fools." She shrugs helplessly. "Then she ripped the pendant off me, said it was stupid, and then..." Something changes in the girl in my arms. "I don't want to run away anymore, Finn," she confesses to me. "But... you weren't there and... I'm sorry." Only the gods know why she's sorry she ran away, but the gods don't care about me much right now. My lady love is in my arms.

"From now on, you won't have to run away anymore, Lisa," I say firmly, but I couldn't manage to sound like a grown man. It just feels so good to take care of Lisa, and this shy, sweet girl brings out the feelings in me that I thought I no longer had. "I'm your boyfriend now, and if something happens in your life that's not good for you, you tell me, okay?"

"Okay." She doesn't need to say anything else. Now it's my turn to speak.

"This is all new to us, I know, and we were both really in a hurry to start our relationship. But things are going to be better for you from now on, I promise. I will take care of things and you will be stronger and more independent, okay?" She tilts her head slightly and smily in a way I know all too well.

"And what if... I don't want those things?" I wait for her. "What if I want you in charge?"

"Then I will lead you, Lisa. That's my job. Something in particular you mean?" The answer comes surprisingly fast.

"The things she said... Finn, I want to do things... you know?" She hasn't figured it out yet. Not quite. "I want to show... I don't know." Almost. You've got this, my love. "Well..." And then she smiles as she realizes she's talking not only with her boyfriend but with her best friend as well. "I like showing my body. To you..."

"And to others," I say and kiss her on the head. "That's okay for me." Her eyes grow big.

"Really?" I nod.

"Someone like you, so beautiful, so full of life, of course, you want to show it to the world. That's okay with me."

"But Lakota said..."

"It's not about dumb bitches like Lakota, okay?" She nibbles on her lips, hearing my words. "I know you love me. Hell, everybody knows it, Lisa. We've meant to be together and if showing yourself to the world, if that makes you feel seen and valued, that's okay with me." God, with every other girl I would be my former self, insecure and in pain. But Lisa isn't any other girl. She's my girl and she does what I want for her.

"You give me validation, Finn." And she does it so well. "If you're okay with it... yeah... that would be great. But if not..." She can't answer her own words. Of course it pains her to think her newfound path could be cut short. I took her there and I will keep her there.

"If you think it's dangerous for our relationship..."

"No..." But I shake my head, gently.

"If you think it's dangerous for our relationship, then, if you allow me, I could help you." Hery eyes grew bigger.

"Like a manager?" she asks, full of hope. I laugh, goodheartedly of course.

"You seem to have made up your mind already," I snicker but she shrugs.

"Not really. To be honest, till right now I wasn't sure if it would be possible. I know nothing about modeling and photos." She gets red around her sweet cheeks. "But I like dressing up. For you. And if you allow me... well.. to dress up for others. You decide!" she says in a hurry but I calm her.

"A manager sounds nice," I assure her, caressing her cheeks. "Taking care of you. Making sure you're happy..." This time, she cuts me of.

"Making sure I stay the girlfriend you deserve," she insists and I nod. "Making sure we grow something together. Yes. That's something I would like." That decision is taken. "I've changed a lot in the last few weeks, and from now on, it's my job to be there for you, girlfriend."

"Okay, boyfriend," Lisa says again. "And... Have you told your other girlfriends that, too?" Yeah. Completly normal for us to talk about that. God I own Lisa the world..

"Something like that. God, how can I be so lucky? Well... Rose needs me in a different way than you need me, you know? Understanding where I'm coming from is the greatest gift you can give me, and I will never ask more of you in our relationship than what you've already given me. It's incredibly important to me that my girlfriends find what I need in me, and in return, I get an opportunity... well..."

"It must be relaxing not to have to choose, right?" There's only love in her words. Lisa isn't someone who puts herself above others and is therefore perfectly suited to a relationship with multiple people. "So many girlfriends."

"All of you, Rose, Bella, and you, are giving me the opportunity to choose other things. Not which of you comes first, but what role I want to play in life."

"And... And do you think Rose sees it the same way?" I nod. "And... Do you think it's okay if I do something with Rose... well... even if you're not there?" Images of Lisa and Rose in a steamy 69 position come to mind, naked, their tongues deep between each other's legs. But I shake off those thoughts.

"I would love for you and my other girlfriends to get closer. Not just because of me. But that's what I meant. I could choose not to play a role for just one girlfriend. If you would do me the honor of becoming friends too, then I could be the boyfriend my girls need at all hours. Because I know the others aren't lonely or abandoned and have someone to talk to when I'm with someone else." All this talk about multiple girlfriends is really weird, but, as expected, Lisa is dealing with the fact of having to share me better than I am, who doesn't have to choose.

"I can't promise anything," she says, not even sounding depressed, but snuggling up to me. "Rose wasn't always nice to you, we both know that." We both still remember the many hours I spent escaping from Rose to Lisa.

"That won't happen anymore," I say, and Lisa nods.

"I know." And then she sits up, kneels on my lap, and kisses me on the lips. Of her own accord. "Once someone realizes how amazing you are, they won't turn away from you." She furrows her beautiful brow as she thinks. "Do you think Bella would like to spend time with me?"

"I'm sure she will. You three are sure to have a great time even without me." Lisa giggles, almost healed from the shitty start to the day.

"You could choose between any of us," she says good-naturedly, leaning against my body. Then, for a few minutes, nothing happens. I don't respond to the idea of ​​having three girlfriends, and Lisa doesn't seem to care that the idea is floating around that the three girls could also become friends. "We could go shopping," Lisa finally thinks, and I hear the e-girl in her speaking, something I want to support.

"More clothes?" I ask, and I'm sure I'm the first man in the 6,000-year history of civilization to be okay with letting his three harem girlfriends shop for sexy clothes together.

"Hmp," Lisa mumbles. "I can buy the pendant a second time if..."

"Out of the question," I reply. "That's something I decide. No girlfriend of mine gets robbed by a fucking school bully and doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing that bitch crawl in front of her." And there's no humor in those words.

"It's just a pendant," Lisa says cautiously. "I don't need it and..." But then she thinks for a moment. "No," she decides. "You're my boyfriend and... well..." We've come a long way from 'Tell me you love me' to 'I'll watch you dominate another woman in front of me.' But Lisa is a trooper and goes the extra mile. "If you decide it's right for our relationship, then I'll follow you... What?" She looks me in the eyes.

"I'm falling in love with you, Lisa Moreau."

"I thought you already did?" Her smile is angelic. Then her hearty laugh rings out as I hold out my arms, trying to seize the moment.

"What else am I supposed to do?" I ask myself in a shrill voice. "In the face of such perfection? I have the perfect girlfriend!" Lisa giggles, holding her fingers to her lips.

"Well..." she says in that shy voice that barely manages to contain the naughty bubbling beneath her surface. "You could admire my outfit." With that, she sits up, straightens her back, and presents herself to me.

"Wait," I say gently and reach next to me. Without taking my eyes off her perfect body, I find the kitty headband and place it on her head like a crown. "Perfect."

"You like it?" she asks, knowing my answer, of course, but asking me anyway. I'm not the only one who likes to hear kind words from the person I love.

"I love it," I answer and sit up as well. Our faces are close again, and if any proof is needed that I'm made for life with a whole bunch of hot harem girls, it's the fact that I can still enjoy falling in love.

You'd think at some point it would slide into monotonous fulfillment of duty. First Rose, then Jasmine, then Tammy, then Bella, and now Lisa. But no. Seeing the vulnerability in a girl's eyes, just like the fire of passion when she realizes her feelings are reciprocated, is the best thing in my life, and I can't get enough of it.

"I love you." Rose was right here, too. It feels good to say it often.

And it feels good to kiss Lisa. She's still cautious about the new experience. For a few seconds. Then she remembers she has hands, and those hands can wrap around my face and hold me tight so she can kiss me even longer.

"Finn..." she breathes. "Please... Can you..." I hold my girlfriend in my arms and slowly lower her body. Her hands are trembling a little, and her breathing is shallow and fast. But she wants it. My fingers glide up her sides, her kitten headbands crown for a princess, and I can see her chest rise and fall under that sexy little black tube top. Her thighs press against me as she confidently imagines that it's about to happen. Her head jerks forward, then she stops. She doesn't dare go any further, doesn't want to destroy something that's just grown. So I take her face in my hands as well, press gently, and we both draw each other closer. The attraction that has accompanied us all our lives and leads us, and now leads us to each other and...

"Well, that was about time!"

"Holy..." I almost **** on my tongue, and Lisa squeals like a guinea pig as we pull away. We jump, but are only startled for half a second. Of course, Ryan found us up here. "Hot damn," I gasp with a grin, while Ryan laughs carelessly at us. "Asshole!" So much for the wingman thing. My heart is pounding in my throat and I almost hit my head on the wall of the stairwell. Lisa staggered backward in shock, now sitting with her legs spread on the floor, her skirt riding up so high that I can see her yellow panties with the smiley faces on them. She quickly covers her legs while Ryan approaches us cheerfully.

"I hope I'm not disturbing anyone?" he asks with mischievous eyes, knowing the answer.

"What the hell is this happening?" I ask myself angrily. Not angry at Ryan, okay, maybe a little. Angry that I can't kiss Lisa any longer.

"You scared us," Lisa admits too, picking herself up from the floor, a stitch in her fishnet tights ripping, giving her a slightly trashy look.

"Sorry, Lisa," my best friend apologizes. "For real." Carefully, as we both always treat Lisa, he pats her shoulders and looks at her outfit. "But we were all worried about you." She smiles at him. "Especially because dumbass Finn here would rather stick his tongue in your throat than tell us your tears have dried." With that, he strokes her cheek and further smudges her eyeshadow, which makes her look sexy, but makes me want to prove my masculinity before...

"Well, I, for my part, stuck my tongue down his throat too," Lisa says, and while my jaw drops, Ryan grins at me like he's won something.

"Good for you, girl," he praises her and winks. "Such a good girl." Then he steps back a bit and looks at my girl. My girl! Whaaait... This is Ryan you're talking about. Your best buddy. He wouldn't go near Lisa... But I wanted to call her a good girl first... But Ryan isn't finished yet. "And I see you've dressed up for our Finn." He whistles as if he's catcalling her. "Not a good girl. A naughty kitten. Brave Lisa. Very brave. But damn. Top-notch outfit."

Waaait... again...

Where Lisa would normally giggle nervously and shyly, Ryan's words somehow take over.

"You like?" she says with red cheeks, a little nervous, but with a lot of energy in her heart. Ryan nods.

"Has your new boyfriend complimented you yet?" Lisa shakes her head.

"Hey!" Now this is starting to get a little too much for me. "I wanted to, but..."

"Too late," Ryan interrupts, and I can't believe what's happening. I just united my family, and now I have to take care of my best friends? I actually know what's going on, even if it doesn't fit Ryan's path at all. He wants to bond with me by teasing me and... "Show us what you got, baby!" He claps his hands and... Lisa starts moving.

Lisa Moreau. +5 (PS -35)

Oooooh... That's smart Ryan my man, I think appreciatively. The Wingman gets me points with Lisa. That's a damn good role for him. Then I can't think anymore while my girlfriend strikes various poses for us. Hips out, hand behind head. Body turned, butt sticking out, hands on knees, ripping her fishnets a bit more. Skirt slightly lifted, one leg bent in her heavy boots. Leaning against the wall, kissy face... Just for me. Ryan stands a little to the side, and the gesture is all for me.

Ryan Shaft. +3 (PS -53)

And as we both watch our shy friend model for us, I can see out of the corner of my eye that Ryan is really enjoying himself. Not like me, I'm sure. Ryan, unlike me, is a gentleman. But he's just as happy to see Lisa happy as I am, and God knows how annoying it must have been for him to see us dancing around each other for years. And Ryan seems to be able to read my mind.

"And now boyfriend and girlfriend together!" With that, he pulls out his phone, and I'm about to object, but Lisa is already pulling me toward her with this free but gentle womanly strength I love about her so much. Several photos follow. Lisa by my side, her lips on my cheeks, her eyes closed as I make her blush. Lisa in front of me, my arms around her, my lips on her neck, my face hidden as she tilts her head and looks into the camera.

Lisa Moreau. +3 (PS -32)

And then Lisa, her head turned, our lips meeting while her arms lifted and held mine around her shoulders. No points. Just the two of us. And then Finn and Lisa, forgetting Ryan's there.

"Hey lovebirds! That's the second time you've forgotten where you are." With that, he puts the phone away. With a cheeky grin, he points behind him to the open door to the stairwell while Lisa takes my hand and looks lovingly into my face. "We should get out of here. Apparently, our janitor is in the building today, and if he catches you up here... I hate to see this perfect day ruined by causing a public nuisance." We laugh together. The group of friends who always stick together. "But honestly," he finally says, gently patting first me, then Lisa, on the shoulders as he pushes us through the broken door into the stairwell. "I've been waiting for this for years."

"For real?" I ask, checking my clothes. Ryan rolls his eyes.

"It was a question of 'when,' not 'if.' But you guys really took your time. God, that was annoying." Then he nods down. "You can all go at each other like two hysterical teenagers, but there's another hysterical teenager down there waiting to hear if you jumped off the roof. You must know Finn. You didn't even call."

"Her phone had no battery," I mumble my weak reply. But yeah. Sofia's important from now on, too.

"I would never…" Lisa replies, bewildered.

"Hey you three!" This time it's real danger as poor Lisa almost run into our janitor. "You aren't allowed here," he bellows and, out of instinct on her part, drives Lisa back into my arms. He is a nice guy, basically, but today, surely because of lack of nicotine, he es rather annoyed. "Go find another place to hide from your professor,s" he grumbles.

"Sorry man," Ryan apologizes and at that moment, I realize that if Ryan hadn't shown up, I'd be pulling Lisa's sexy fishnet-covered legs apart right at that moment, presumably with my ass sticking out of my shorts too and maybe one of Lisa's perfect, cute breasts in the open. Definitely not a good first time.

Ryan Shaft. +5 (PS -48)

Thanks, Wingman.

But Ryan, good-natured as he is, ignores him and puts his hand on Lisa's shoulders and ushers us past the angry man. Then he lets me through, and when I try to push past him with a thankful nod, he quietly stops me. A nod between two men, then our fists meet.

"Well done, bro," he says to me and smiles.

I grin like a maniac.

Message from the author:

Okay, that's our start to the second act of The Mind Control Device. The only criticism I can have right away is the stark contrast between fucking and talking, but I think it's necessary to gently introduce Lisa into the season and not throw her into an orgy right away. Ryan helped a lot with that, I think. Otherwise, my goal is to publish the next chapter next week, featuring Lakota, Tana, and Miss Webster. Then it's on to the Volleyball Bitches.

There's a lot I can report for the start of the second act:

Lakota's model remains Zendaya. I've considered many alternatives, but even though Zendaya doesn't have many photos online, I've found some. I'll just have to be extra sparing with it, or I'll find a perfect model for her replacement.

The same goes for Diana Rider and Tana. The Japanese student will remain Japanese, even though I'll have the same challenges with her as I did with Zendaya.

I still have a good feeling about them both, and that's the most important thing for me as a writer.

Emiru and Diana Rider aren't given up on yet!

The focus of the second arc is on the characters who have already been introduced but haven't been extensively developed yet. The Volleyball Bitches are at the forefront, Lakota and Tana will get a storyline, Sage and Sofia are important to the arc, and Ryan, now that he's over PS-50, will also get a poll that will help me better describe his path. I hope I was able to give him a little more depth in this chapter, but the next poll about him will be about his sexual orientation and his perspective on life with (not as) women.

Regarding the topic of cuckolding, gender change, and the other questions Ryan raised, I can say with great certainty (90%) that, unless I come up with something better, these questions will be resolved outside of Ryan. I'm currently working on a way to incorporate cuckolding into the story, and the rest would work as well. (It was difficult in the first arc.) So, there will be final decisions on this soon.

With that, we've also clarified the major uncertainties from the first arc, and, as always, you play a key role.

The question of the role of the Lynchwood family has come up several times, and here, too, I (the characters) have very good answers. Yes, Tammy, Jasmine, Michelle, and (not so much, but still) Rose will take a back seat. Nevertheless, the Lynchwood family will be at the center of events in the second (and also the third, which is already in the planning stages) of the story. How do I do that? Each of the women isn't yet at the end of her journey, and thus, each of them will face their own unique problems from the very lives they already lead. Uninvited visitors will arrive at the Lynchwood Home, unpleasant responsibilities will befall the women, and the test of their devotion to the life they lead with Finn will be a central point of the story.

To do this, I'll break up the family a bit, looking at each of the women more from an individual perspective. I'll do the same with the Volleyball Bitches, creating two strands for the (still linear) story that, as always, give me the opportunity for cheesy love and harsh discipline.

And I'll introduce new characters.

Along with the individualized women of the first arc, more characters and paths will be introduced into the story now that we've progressed. These women won't always be the central focus of the story, but will often (not always and largely dependent on your opinion of them) be treated as supporting characters who support the story and keep it colorful. Depending on how you like her, Heather could be such a case. I have some great ideas and a few more paths to include. Bella will surely be incredibly happy about my decision on her third date. ;)

Finally, the near future of the story.

For completing the Lynchwood family at PS+50, Finn gets a ton of tokens. I don't know how many yet, but enough to buy a high-tier perk. I'm thinking invisibility or mind-reading, so that the second arc (especially with the mean girls Lakota and Tana, but also the volleyball bitches) gets a little more MCD magic. Or hey, we'll just buy the Uber Cock accessories. ;)

I still have to think about the perk the Lynchwood family as a whole will get (because of PS+50), but we still have time for that until Finn's next visit with his family.

Okay. That was it, the start in Arc two. I'm looking forward to the next chapters and wish you all a great weekend.

Take care and fly safe. :)