Chapter 45: Chapter 45 – Hugh: Worrying implications

Nat and I lay on our backs next to each other on the narrow bed, still panting from exertion. We were too hot to cuddle, so we just held hands. She was, of course, completely naked while I wore a t-shirt and socks. The contrast bothered me, but I wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Considering that I pretty much kept her nude as much as possible, it was ironic that I really didn’t like taking my shirt off. It was just that I was so pudgy. It was embarrassing. Or maybe it wasn’t ironic as much as it was that my own body issues informed my proclivities.

I guess it didn’t matter too much. Unless or until she made note of it, my plan was just to ignore it.

“Did you … Did you want to go again?” she asked.

I wanted that very much. In fact, what I really wanted to do was turn her on all fours and take her from behind.

“Yes,” I said. “Definitely yes. But my Sex Mastery skill is telling me that you’re already going to be sore tomorrow, and doing anything else might even risk injury.”

She pouted, and I grinned.

“Come here.” I pulled her into a spooning position and kissed her. “That was amazing. I want to do that as much as we possibly can as often as we can, but I also don’t want to hurt you.”

She sighed. “There is something that I don’t understand.”

Her voice sounded really serious.

“Okay. What?”

“Well,” she said, “I’ve always heard the term ‘well and truly fucked,’ and it’s always used to talk about people in a very bad situation. I, however, was just well and truly fucked, and I don’t think my situation could possibly be any better.”

I burst out laughing, and she soon joined me. We cuddled for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.

“Are you staying the night?” she asked.

“If you’ll have me.”

“Definitely.”

“I do plan on getting up early again and hitting the gym, though.”

“That’s three days in a row.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m proud of me.”

“Well, my classes don’t start until close to noon tomorrow, so I think I’ll sleep in if you don’t mind.”

“No naked breakfast? What’s this world coming to?”

“I think you’ll survive.” She grinned. “Oh, speaking of plans, I did promise Julia I’d pick her up assuming her parents agree. Are you coming with me?”

“Sorry, I have something I have to do.”

I’d actually exchanged emails with Larry the LARPer earlier today, and we were meeting in the early afternoon to discuss him teaching me how to use weapons.

She looked at me quizzically.

“Nothing important. Just meeting a guy about a club,” I said. “Besides, you and Julia could probably use some alone time to catch up.”

We lapsed into a comfortable silence for a while before she eventually said, “Sorry about the thing with the condom.”

“Not your fault.”

She tried to explain that she knew it wasn’t fitting properly, but I wouldn’t let her take the blame. I’d been too worked up to pay much attention, either. Besides, it turned out not to matter.

“Having complete control over pregnancy is very helpful, at least,” she said.

“Yeah, but…”

“What?”

“The recommendation against it sounded ominous to me,” I said. “I mean, I doubt the system’s reasoning was that we’re too young and not established financially.”

I told her about a quest that I received right after Julia hit Level 2.

“I don’t like the implication of a minimum party size,” I said. “That strongly suggests that, if we have enough players, we’re going to be getting new quests, and I doubt they’re going to be easy or peaceful.”

“You think we’re going to have to fight or something? None of our skills have anything to do with that.”

“I know. That gives me some hope that things won’t be as bad as I fear.” I frowned. “I just don’t get this, though. The whole point of the system can’t simply be for you and me to have awesome sex.”

Nat looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, “To save Julia’s life?”

“Yeah. That is something. But, if that was the primary purpose, it would have been easier to give us some kind of healing system.”

“What do you think the purpose is, then?”

“I have no idea. All my skills seem focused, honestly, on building a harem. Sex Mastery. A huge Johnson and astounding control over it. The ability to invite girls and only girls. But, unless this is all a big cosmic experiment to test people reactions to living through fiction tropes, why the crap would any entity or whatever spend the resources necessary to bestow that on me? I don’t even want that. None of it makes any sense.”

“You make having a harem sound like the worst thing in the world,” she said.

I boggled at that response. If anyone should object to me having a harem, it was my girlfriend.

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“You don’t think it is?” I replied incredulously.

“Is it ideal? No. Did I have dreams growing up of having to share my boyfriend? Absolutely not. But, if it turns out that the fate of the world literally rides on you needing to get it on with other girls, I refuse to be the reason for you failing. What if you refusing to add another girl is the reason you end up dying?”

“There is absolutely no indication that that’s even a possibility.”

“I agree,” she said. “And I like that you’re being cautious in your approach. As more information is revealed, though… Look, over the past several days, I’ve done so many things that I considered embarrassing and distasteful and a lot of other negative things. Right now, though, I’m glad that all that happened. Without doing those things, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in your arms right now, so I don’t feel one iota of doubt about them.”

“I do not want to sound like, ‘Oh woe is me. I have to have sex with a bevy of nubile young women. Oh no!’ But I hate being pushed into things. I hate that I feel like the direction I’m being pushed endangers our relationship.”

“And I’m super glad you feel that way. For now. I just want you to endanger yourself or others by being stubborn.”

I gritted my teeth. “I don’t want that, either, but…”

She grabbed my hand and brought it to her bare breast.

“What are you doing?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“You’re getting upset, so I’m reminding you that there are better things to focus on right now than stressful world ending stuff. You know, like the naked girl in your arms who would do literally anything for you.”

“Anything?” I grinned.

“Yes, anything,” she said. “In fact, this fine young no longer maiden has decided that you deserve a boon. Ask and it shall be given unto thee.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I want for you to tell me something that you desire when it comes to sex.”

“No.”

“Still too embarrassed to tell me?”

“No,” she said. “Well, kind of, but I meant that I don’t want you using your boon to find out something that you can use to do something for me. I want you to choose something for you.”

“Haven’t we done a lot of stuff just for me lately? I seem to remember a certain shy girl who got naked in my car for that reason.”

“And that turned out pretty good for both of us, didn’t it?”

“Alright. You don’t have to twist my arm. I like it when you do stuff for me. I really do want to know something about your likes, though. It doesn’t have to be kinky or anything. I mean, it can be candles and rose petals.” I paused. “Shoot. I totally should have gotten candles and rose petals.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t mind a really romantic evening one night, but I’m glad we didn’t do that for our first time. I don’t think we needed anything extra like that to make it special. I mean, it was special to me just because it was me and you.”

“That’s a good point, but I can’t help but notice that you totally deflected on the whole sharing something you want thing.”

“Just like you did on telling me what you want me to do for you.”

I laughed. “Trade?”

“If I wasn’t so euphoric right now, I’d be irritated with you, but, sure, why not? Send me a quest to text to you tomorrow my deepest, darkest sexual fantasy.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“Because I’m too embarrassed to tell it to you, and, when I text you, the fact that you’re not physically in my presence will make it easier.” She glared at me, daring me to say anything. “Now, your turn.”

I took a second to quickly generate the Deep, Dark Sex Fantasy quest and send it to her. 40 XP. Not bad. I was pretty sure, though, that that quest would have generated double that a couple of days ago.

Her eyes glazed, indicating she’d read it. “The things I do for you. No judgment, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Now, it really is your turn,” she said.

“Simple. I want you just like that.”

She sighed. “Naked.”

“Yep. I want you naked whenever you’re in your apartment.”

“I am not getting dressed and undressed outside, and there has to be a definite period. Like twenty-four hours.”

I laughed. She was learning.

“As long as you put clothes on only right before you leave and strip as soon as you enter, that’ll be fine,” I said.

“And the time period?’

“One week.”

She huffed. “Fine. It’s not like you don’t keep me naked the whole time you’re here anyway. It won’t be much of a change.”

I waited for a moment to see if she understood the implication of what I proposed, but she didn’t seem to. Probably too distracted by the very serious conversation we’d just had.

Hmm. It was tempting to send a quest right away, but, since I didn’t have the ability to edit it once sent, I figured I should give her a chance to object in advance. I was sure she’d realize it soon.

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