What I did. (Pink Trigger)

"I... remember..." Jessica continued, finally starting to catch her breath. "I remember... you..." Her expression fell to a grimace as she started to put it together. "I remember... You jerking off... Hold on... What the heck? Is that the funkiness I've been smelling since I woke up...? No way! You didn't, did you? You asshole!"

No, Jessica, um... I'm sure you're remembering something wrong. We were simply going over our lesson... More importantly, how are you feeling? Are you doing okay after the inhaler I gave you a moment ago? Feeling anything... interesting?

Jessica cocked an eyebrow, then gave me an unfriendly smile. "Oh, I get it. You're telling me that after you blew up in my face, you helpfully gave me something from that freaky pink thing you're holding, is that it? What a great guy."

Yes... That's a rough way of putting it, but yes. My love saved you. Now, actually, I wanted to talk with you about love, Jessica.

"'Love saved me,' huh?" the young woman asked, now sitting up and looking back to peak health. "Is 'love' the name of one of the nasty chemicals you put in that knockoff of yours? Pth!" That rough girl actually spat on the floor of her room to make her point.

... No, Jessica. There's nothing strange in what I gave you. Whatever your feeling right now is probably just love.

"I'm less concerned with what I'm feeling and more concerned with what I'm tasting," Jessica growled, spitting again. "What the heck was it, seriously?"

Jessica... what was in that inhaler shouldn't have any taste. I don't know if I should say it, but... If you're tasting something right now... Wouldn't it make sense to think...?

"... No... Are you..." Jessica responded with stunned silence for a moment. "Did you... Did I really... Oh, crap... Oh!" With a gasp, she sprung from her bed, rushed to the bathroom, and began spitting and gargling in turn. "Oh my God! What the heck are you thinking?! Am I... Am I gonna get...?!"

No, I reassured her. It isn't possible to get pregnant from that.

"Are you sure? How the heck do you know?!" Jessica shouted in a panic from the bathroom again.

Most people know that... Besides, didn't you understand from my writing, earlier? I'm a man intimately familiar with sex, Jessica.

"Oh...?" The young woman appeared from the bathroom again, wiping her mouth on her shirtsleeve while reaching in one pocket. "So that's what your crappy writing was about earlier, huh? Let's trade a favor. You gave me a free lesson on sex I didn't even ask for, after all. How about I make you intimately familiar with a new sensation, too?" I saw a glint of metal appear on her knuckles as she withdrew her hand from her pocket and grinned down at me on her bed.

... Now, Jessica. I'm a man of love-

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As I regained consciousness, I found myself tied up in a dark place. From the smell, the heat, and the noise, I had to guess this was the boiler room. I thought to myself that my writing really was crappy, to end up in this place having accomplished so little. There was nothing sexy about this situation at all, unless you're really into bondage and abandonment play. No offense if you are, but I didn't come all this way to end up in a dark, musty basement by myself.

I tried to move, then realized my hands were bound to a riser pipe behind me. I realized the details specifically because I banged my head getting up, and made gathering an understanding of my surroundings a priority after that. However, this seemed to me the only new discovery I would make, as the entire room was dark except for the light of the flames from the shut boiler...

Wait. A new light had appeared from the crack of the door at the top of a staircase. And though that door was open only a crack... suddenly, a weapon fired through it. Was it a weapon?! I had no idea and no time to process it. In the nick of time, I shifted my head to the side. Whatever had been fired for me would have been a dead hit in spite of the improbable shot, otherwise.

Something sharp had penetrated the riser behind me, and now hot steam shot out in a jet beside my face. It burned, but that was the least of my worries. The projectile glowed red and formed in to the shape of a young woman... Even in the dark, my eyes had adjusted well enough to see it was one of those Seven Stake sisters, but not well enough to tell which one.

"Asmodeus of Lust, right here~!" she announced herself. She leaned down toward me so I could see those pigtails well enough to identify her even if she hadn't said it. "Those sisters of mine are always leaving me the boring jobs. I heard something sexy was happening somewhere around here! Why am I down in the boiler room killing this loser...?"

Sexy...? Hey, Asmodeus, that was actually me. I'm carrying erotica with me in my bag, and I'm loose enough that I'll have sex with any woman on this island at any time, even you! Especially you. Can't we strike some kind of deal here...?

"Hmm...?" I could see Asmodeus thinking about it. Good... "Well, you're not really my type... Plus, Beatrice is gonna get worried if I'm not back up in just a sec. She's probably already wondering what's taking me so long, you know?"

Is that kind of clean-up duty important? What's important is I'm offering you an opportunity as a woman. You can kill me right after we're done, but right now, why not let me teach you what your sisters have been keeping from you?

"... Kay~!" the youngest of the Stake Sisters replied with a grin. In the darkness, I could barely see her turn around and flip that short skirt up, pulling her leotard aside in a pose she'd probably practiced for some imaginary suitor. "I'm not untying you. I'm just gonna use you...~ I'm also not counting you as my first, by the way. You're just practice, like making out with a pillow, got it?"

Got it. This wasn't what I planned at all, but I ended up having my dick used by a different young blonde woman in a different part of the mansion.

"Hngh! This feels really... Hey! This is a little uncomfortable, isn't it?!"

Yes, well, Asmodeus, normally we'd try to have it a little wet for an entry like this...

I ended up teaching a different young blonde woman about sex. It took a while, but eventually we got there. By the time she was satisfied, both of our panting masked completely by the loud noise of steam, I had an amusing image of the witch at the top of the stairs tapping her foot and wondering when she was going to be able to get on with the rest of her sacrifices.

"... Welp, not too bad! Feel honored that you get to be the bar I measure my first real experience against, human. Thanks again!"

No, thank you... Asmodeus... It's pretty hot down here, and... Nobody's come to give me any... water... Hydration is an important part of this... That's my last lesson...

"Ooh, good point. Don't worry! I'll take care of that for you, Player!~"

Ah... Thank you...

When someone bothers to show up in the morning, they'll be the first to learn where that stake actually ended up. On top of the mystery ****, those guests'll all be wondering how I managed to pull my dick out and have sex with someone in this position. Forget the murderer! Who is the mysterious individual who had sex with the creep that attacked Jessica that day?! Hahahahaa...