About the strange powers.

I was able to cool down throughout the rest of the day. It wasn’t the first time something like that happened to me, but this one had the worst timing of them all. To get like that at school…

“Love, relax,” Grace told me. We were gathered in the club room again after school, sitting around the table and each of us with a can of soda in front. Technically speaking, our club would have official meetings on Mondays and Wednesdays, so we were just, you know, attending normal after-school activities. “We’ve known since the start that you sometimes become a beast.” She smiled and nodded towards Noelle. “Ask her if she hated it.”

The redhead smiled shyly and fidgeted in her seat. “The only problem was that we had to be quick about it…”

“See?”

“That’s… not the only thing that worries me,” I said, rubbing my face. “It’s just… not natural, right? It’s like I lose sight of everything else.”

Alice crossed her arms beneath her chest and lightly tilted her head. “I don’t know. Not like I have much experience at all, but I’d say it’s pretty normal to not think clearly when heavily aroused.”

“Yeah,” Sarah agreed. “People can do pretty stupid things when thinking with their genitals.”

“Sure, but…” Mila swallowed and glanced at me. “We know Oliver is… not normal.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. We all knew that already, and the girls somehow accepted it, but we still didn’t know exactly HOW I wasn’t normal and what exactly that entailed.

Grace sighed. “We should talk about it some more.”

“It's club-appropriate, after all!” Mila said, laughing.

Sarah shrugged and put her hands behind her head, casually leaning back on her seat. “If him being overly horny is all we have to deal with, I’ll take it any day of the week.”

“I agree,” Grace said, yet she grimaced. “But is that all?”

“What do we know so far?” Noelle asked.

“He’s a monster in bed,” Mila said.

“He has ridiculously high stamina,” Alice added, “along with a kind of… mental and biological link that’s formed between him and us.” Alice chuckled. “It happened so seamlessly that I only noticed it when Mila asked me if I was feeling any different.”

“Yeah.” Grace sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Weight control, smoother periods, overall better health, and even mind reading powers, or pretty damn close to it.”

“Though it’s not affecting you two as much, right?” Sarah asked Alice and Noelle. “Since you only just started sleeping with him.”

Noelle nodded. “Biologically, yes, but the mental link is definitely there. I thought it would feel weird, but it’s surprisingly… natural. And reassuring, too.” She looked at me and smiled shyly. “Knowing that he likes being with me so much really makes this sharing thing not bother me, and I genuinely thought it would.”

I felt my cheeks heating up. They probably couldn’t read my mind at the level I could read theirs, but I still tended to forget that they could still sense some of my thoughts, feelings and intentions. It was fair, though. That said…

“How can you just accept it like that?” I asked. “We’re talking about something clearly supernatural! How are you not terrified of me? Or creeped out at the very least?”

“It’s hard to be scared of you,” Mila said, giggling. “Or of something that feels so right. I told you, my periods usually hit me hard and I hate them, but since I started going out with you, they’re practically not an issue anymore. Why would I hate that?”

“It’s also easy for me to answer,” Alice said, smiling easily. “If you have their trust, you have mine. It’s simple.”

“I… admit it does creep me out a bit,” Noelle said. “But I’ve been feeling well lately. I’m… happier now than I was before. And like I said, it feels surprisingly natural.”

“Okay, but what if it’s the supernatural crap MAKING you feel like that?”

I bit my lip with a grimace. It was starting again. It was time to start questioning whether or not it was okay for me to be doing all this, to let these girls involve themselves with me. I know, I know, it’s getting fucking old, but I couldn’t help it.

“I do wonder sometimes if my thoughts are still my own,” Grace said. She then smirked. “But all it takes is seeing you make that face for me to know you don’t have the balls to make us your sex puppets, even if you had the power to do it.”

That sent the entire room into a laughing fit. Well, they all laughed. I didn’t. I was too busy being stunned by her comment, so it took me a couple of seconds before I could laughed with them.

“And how do you know that?” I asked her, scoffing. “I’ll have you know Sarah is my personal sex doll now.”

Sarah had the biggest grin on her face. “He’s right. I am.”

Noelle blinked and her jaw dropped. “S-Sex doll…?”

“Sarah, you perverted harlot!” Alice accused her while mirroring Sarah’s grin.

“Oh, this is great,” Mila said, smirking. “She used to be all about wanting to take the lead, about not letting guys think she was their toy, but now…”

“Yep.” Sarah shrugged casually, smiling contently. “I’m Oliver’s sexy little toy, and if we ever have to fight for it, I swear I’ll beat you all up for the position of legal wife.”

The girls gasped dramatically and laughed while I hid my face in my hands. They all laughed… except for Grace.

The brunette smirked, crossed one leg over the other and stared at the blonde. “Oh? Sarah, dear, I hope you realize that is a declaration of war.”

“Bring it, sweet tits,” Sarah answered. “You should know I have the backup of three brats that are probably already thinking of him as their brother-in-law.”

“Hah!” Mila puffed her chest out. “If that’s how you want to fight, Oliver already has my Dad’s approval, too!”

“Oh wow, really?” Alice asked, grinning. She was clearly finding this all too amusing. “Didn’t he use to say that anyone who tried to date you would have to beat him in a wrestling match?”

Noelle laughed. “Seriously?”

I looked at Mila with wide eyes.

“W-Well, yes, he’s said that before, but it’s always a joke. The problem is that he always sounds so serious that no one ever takes it as a joke.”

Well that was a relief, both that I didn’t have to wrestle Mr. Aliev and that the girls knew me so well that they knew I could never work up the resolve to hurt them even if I had the means to get away with it. It didn’t mean that whatever was happening to me wouldn’t do it on its own, though.

I needed to understand what it was that I had, but I had no idea where to even start. For now, at least, it seemed to be harmless. It had been so far, aside from the sudden spikes in sex drive, but I would gladly learn to deal with it if it meant I was able to stay with these girls.

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