You and Harley head back downstairs

You descend into the basement with a full belly and a smile on your face. This informal introduction had gone way better than you anticipated, and you feel assured that parental intervention in your business would no longer be a problem.

Rather than a quailing victim, your Love Doll had come across as mild, sweet and (most importantly) comfortable. If there had been any indication of cruelty on your part, you imagine, they might have tried to take her away - a thought that you shudder to consider even now.

At the bottom of the stairs you look up, brazenly watching her tits jiggle as she trails down the stairs behind you. Far beyond shame now, (at least where you're concerned) the girl flashes you a smile and trots to your side without making a single move to thwart your ogling.

"I think they like me!" she chirps, wearing a wider, more genuine smile than you'd ever seen the real Harley wear - or the real Alex, for that matter.

"They did, they did for sure." you confirm with a chuckle. "Nice work."

"Thanks... 'Master.'"

She wrinkles her nose, obviously still struggling a little with your new title.

"...Do I really have to keep calling you that?"

"Well, you're trying to help me ace the exam, right?"

She answers with a begrudging nod of the head.

"Then you need to get used to stuff like that... And worse, honestly. I'm sure Mr. LaVerne'll be grading this shit on a curve, which means we have to get nastier than any other pair in the class if we wanna stand out."

By the end of your explanation Harley is looking at her feet - had she even thought about what "aceing the exam" actually meant?

"...Right?"

That regains her attention. She looks up at you again, her blue eyes wide and ****.

"That does sound like something he'd do..." she sighs, crossing her arms beneath her tremendous rack. "Okay. If that's the case, then... Define 'nastier.'"

You shrug and spread your hands wide.

"You know. Kinkier. And, luckily enough for you, I happen to be an incredibly kinky guy."

She giggles a little, but you can tell she's nervous. You guide her over to the bed slowly, your hand pressed to the small of her back.

"Now, go ahead and lie down for me, alright? Face-up."

Harley doesn't comply right away, fidgeting for a long moment before finally turning her head to meet your gaze.

When she does, though, she's smiling.

"...Yes, Master." she replies. "Right away."