Yes. But he also has some gold to spend.

Which worked for him. After all, there was still another thing he wanted to try with Luxuria. Mason backed out to the main menu and tapped on another name. His own.

He only had five hundred gold to work with. But then again he only had two options to pick from. Mason debated for a moment whether to get two small traits or a single medium one. Or he could just save up to try and get a big one later. But it might be a while before he could earn more gold. And with the ability to buy both a Body and a Perk trait right now, he decided to gamble and hope that they were helpful.

He started with Body. Mason knew what trait he wanted. What guy wouldn't? So as the present opened and the scroll unfurled he held his breath.

Man Meat: Rank 1! They say size doesn't matter. But here's an extra inch of dick just to be safe. Plus some corresponding girth. You're welcome, stud!

Mason was shocked he actually got what he wanted. Of course, that raised the question of whether Lilith could read his mind. She probably could. The demoness had already made it clear she was watching him. Plus she could enter his dreams. But that just made him wonder if these were truly random traits or if Lilith was picking them. Mason would have to ask her the next time they talked.

But for now, he activated the trait. Like the traits he got for Ms. Bailey, Mason's had two toggles for awareness. But his were targets and others. The teen quickly decided to set both of them to on. Having a bigger dick that no one noticed seemed a bit too monkey's paw for his tastes.

When the trait officially became active Mason was rewarded with a tingle in his crotch. It was a pleasurable but brief sensation. Doing the easy math Mason deduced the added length would put him at seven and a half inches. A plenty respectable size and a better fit for his outsized frame. It was tempting to whip it out, but there would be time for that later. For now, he had another perk to buy.

A few taps later he was at the Perks menu, unlocking another small lust box.

Fearsome Foreplay: Rank 1! Kiss, bite, fondle, or spank. Sexy touching of all kinds will get ladies hotter faster. Hope this helps!

It would help. But Mason rolled his eyes regardless.

“Alright, I get it,” He muttered. “I’m working on it.”

Deciding it would be a bad idea to lie to an entity as powerful as Lilith, he got ready to sneak out. He switched to dark sweatpants and a black t-shirt to hopefully blend into the night. Then Mason switched off his computer and the lights in his room. The easiest way out of his house was the back door in the kitchen. Plus as a bonus, he could play it like he was just getting a glass of water if either of his moms caught him.

But thankfully no one saw him as he slipped outside. In fact, as he made his way across his backyard and hopped the fence, the only thing that seemed to notice him was Daisy, the Kamiya family dog. But the excitable mutt just wanted a few belly rubs.

Before he knew it the nerd was standing in front of the window to Yumi’s bedroom. With the heavy curtains drawn it was impossible to tell if she was still awake. Mason paused. This was the moment of truth. He took a deep breath and lightly tapped on the glass.

Nothing happened. And it happened again. And continued for so long that Mason wondered if he needed to try again. But right as he got ready to do so the curtain was pulled aside. Peering through the crack was the bespeckled and thoroughly confused face.

Mason smiled at her. He hoped it would be a playful and confident one. But it was probably a nervous one given the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

“Hey,” He said, “Can I come in?”

For a moment Yumi didn’t react. But then she rapidly nodded, before holding up a finger and disappearing. A series of quiet rustling sounds came from inside. Then Yumi was back pulling open the curtains and sliding the window open.

As Mason climbed inside he took in his surroundings. Yumi’s room was exactly the same as when he had seen it last. It was way larger than his own, with a king-sized bed, several bookshelves of manga and fantasy novels, and (nearest and dearest to Yumi’s heart) an expensive computer with three monitors. The only two differences were that the room was darker, lit only by the lamp on her bedside table. And there was the flowery scent of some air freshener wafting through the room.

Similarly, the Asian girl looked exactly like he remembered, with the same cute face, long black hair, and round glasses. But unlike what he was used to she was dressed in a set of flannel pajamas.

“W-What are you doing here?” Yumi frantically whispered. She seemed bewildered by his presence, but she also had a small smile gracing her face.

“I just… Can we talk?” Mason’s mouth was suddenly dry. Yumi’s smile faltered, before falling away entirely. She seemed to shrink as she eyed him nervously.

“Talk?” He could barely hear her when she spoke. It seemed like her anxiety was contagious. Mason’s stomach did cartwheels as he chose his next words.

“Yeah, it’s just…” He trailed off before refinding his verbal footing. “Mom said something at dinner that got me thinking. We’ll be going off to college soon. And we might not see each other for a while after that. But I just had to ask… Well… How do you feel about me?”

The silence that followed was thunderous. The two stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Mason wasn’t sure who had moved but somehow the two had ended up so close that he could smell the fruity scent of Yumi’s shampoo. Her brown eyes shone in the dark as her lips failed to form words.

“I… I…”

In a flash, a pair of tiny hands were cupping his cheeks and yanking him down. Yumi’s lips crashed feverishly into Mason’s. They were soft and warm but with an impossible-to-ignore intensity. Yumi's eyes were shut tightly, but Mason's had widened in shock at her boldness. But soon he melted into her fire and shut his eyes as well.

Time crystalized into a singular moment of clarity. The two embraced in the silence and the darkness, as they shared their first kiss. Whatever awkwardness there was faded almost instantly. Instead, the moment simply felt… right.

But it couldn't last forever. On some unknown and unspoken signal, the two pulled away smiling like fools. After a moment Mason broke the silence.

"So, will you go out with me?" He offered the shirt girl a toothy grin.

"Of course," She said, eyes swimming with tears. She giggled, seemingly love-drunk from just that kiss, and stared up into his eyes with a million-watt smile. But after a moment her confidence faltered.

" Um," Yumi muttered, barely loud enough to hear. "Could we… that is… can you kiss me again?"

"Of course," Mason said back, fighting not to let his smile turn into a smirk. But it was hard not to, having an adorable girl like Yumi ask to kiss him. Fortunately, it was hard to smirk and smooch at the same time. So he leaned down and captured the Asian girl's lips with his own.

If Mason had to describe their second kiss, he would probably go with words like wonderful, amazing, or even electrifying. But among them would also have to be awkward. For two reasons.

The first was that neither of them had much experience. Mason had kissed a few girls here and there, but he could count them on one hand. And he suspected Yumi had done even less if anything at all. And it showed as the two artlessly smashed their mouths together.

The other problem was their heights. Or rather the difference between their heights. Mason was bent over practically double to kiss the tiny girl. Thankfully this was a problem he could solve. For a moment he considered asking her if his idea was alright. But then he remembered what the app told him. Yumi liked it when her man took the lead. And he was her man now.

So as gingerly as he could Mason grabbed Yumi beneath her arms and picked her up. It was shockingly easy. Not that he suspected picking up a short, petite, teen girl was going to be hard. But it was like she was made of feathers.

Yumi squeaked against his mouth and for a moment he was scared he overstepped his bounds. But those fears were quickly waylayed when he felt her slender legs lock around (or at least most of the way around) his waist.

The kiss they shared grew more intense. Hotter, wetter, and heavier with each passing second. At some point, their tongues touched. Even years later Mason wondered who had been the first one to make that move. But whatever the case, the foreign sensation of someone else's tongue in his mouth was amazing. It was warm and slick in a strange but extremely intimate way.

The two continued like that for some time. As they continued, their bodies pressed closer and closer. Until there wasn't even a sliver of daylight between them. While she may have looked bony but she felt soft in all the right places. In particular, her tiny breasts felt unbelievably tender against his chest. And her legs around his waist were tender, even if they made a habit of squeezing him tightly every time he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

And it wasn't just their tongues they explored with. One of Yumi's hands drifted to Mason's shoulder, using it to balance herself, but also gently massaging what muscle she found there. The other tangled in his hair, gently twirling and combing through his sandy locks. For Mason's part, one of his large hands cradled Yumi between her shoulder blades, helping his new girlfriend keep her balance. His other one drifted to her lower back, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her spine.

It was the hottest experience of Mason's young life. He would have been more than happy for it to go forever. But eventually, their inexperience shone through again. As they tilted their heads to try and find a better angle, their glasses loudly clicked against each other. The two young nerds suddenly recoiled from the sound that pierced the quiet of the room.

For a moment the two just stared at each other before smiling at each other. The silence between them grew progressively more awkward as the two breathed deeply.

Mason saw Yumi's face reflected his own realization. At that moment he realized just how hot and heavy things had gotten. He was feeling overheated, **** to get free of his now damp shirt. His breath came in deep, ragged gulps. And his newly enlarged cock was as hard as it had ever been. In short, he was beyond horny.

Not helping was his left hand. It had slipped down her flannel shirt. Until it found the hem and the thin strip of exposed skin between it and the waistband of her pajama pants. It was silky smooth and burning hot. And he couldn't stop himself from stroking it. And the look in Yumi's eyes made him think she didn't mind that at all.

But that brought up a problem. He wasn't sure what to do next. Well, there were several things he wanted to do. But he wasn't sure how to move forward. He wasn't even sure if he should.