Book 3: Chapter 24 (1/2)

I sat up and pulled the arms of two naked women off of me as gently as I could. Pulling out of their grip, I made my way carefully off the bed. Turning back, I could see Akiko and Sasori lying there naked under the sheets.

One was a young girl of only seventeen, with pert breasts, a plump ass, and pale skin. She was a slut that had no restraints, but she was also my slut. The second woman was older. Her glasses were sitting on the nightstand. Her breasts and butt were rounder. There was a little bit of sagging from age, but it made her even sexier in some ways.

These two women were the perfect blend of mature and innocent, slut and devotion, young and old. They were also both my women. I had tasted them at the same time and together. Now that I had moved out from between them, the two girls had found each other and were now hugging unconsciously for the feeling of warmth and skin against skin. This was erotic too, and I fantasized about making the two women engage in some erotic play. Today, both women had been focused on me, but in the future, I’d like to try having them focus on each other.

In the future, I wanted the girls to like each other as much as they liked me. It was one of my many strategies to keep the girls from growing bored and leaving me. Hey, peer-pressure worked. If I had to use something like that so that I would never have them stolen, I would do what I had to do.

I still couldn’t believe that a teacher at my school was my lover, but that appeared to be the case. After everything, she had given me her heart, just as Netorare, Maria, and Akiko had done. I still didn’t understand it. However, I had learned enough now that I definitely wouldn’t spurn it. I had been afraid of Sasori’s love. I convinced myself it was something that came from convenience, and completely denied the possibility that she genuinely gained feelings for me every chance I had.

It made sense that she was just deflecting her love for my dad onto me. Therefore, I was always guarded with her. When she began to grow excited about our relationship, I had rejected it. I wouldn’t be rejecting it anymore. I knew what she really wanted, and as hard as it was for me to believe it, what she really wanted was me. I wouldn’t be spurning that love again. That was something I had come to realize after the events of the day.

I pulled a robe around me and then made my way to the bathroom. I washed my hands and my face, sighing as I looked in the mirror. There was a buzz in my robe pocket, and I pulled out my phone, which shone brightly in the dark hotel room. A message had been left there. It only contained two words, We’re even. That would be Eiko contacting me. She was already done with the assignment I had given her? Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, but she was damn quick.

Friday night wasn’t simply the night that the supposed God of Lust Society was meeting. It was also the night of a big game for the basketball team. If the basketball team won, they’d be looking for a prize. If they lost, they would be looking for some sympathy. Either way, a quick google said they had won their game. Maybe someone slipped the coach an email using the vice-principal’s computer suggesting that there was another girl who was willing to go all the way with the guys. They had a groupie fan who wouldn’t mind being the basketball team’s cum dumpster for the night.

That woman owed me a favor, and the favor I called in was to fuck the basketball team. To someone like Eiko, this wasn’t even a problem. She didn’t mind it and was even a little happy that she could make amends with me so easily. Of course, they didn’t know that she had HPV and crabs. Who ended up with crabs and who ended up with HPV in the end? I didn’t care. This was just my way of venting on the assholes that touched Kira. Let their own shitty behavior have long-term consequences. I wondered how well their next health check would go when it’s revealed most of the team has crabs.

“Hakaru…” A gentle voice caused me to finally turn away from the mirror.

Netori was floating in the hallway, her hair gently falling down until it just missed the floor. We had only spoken a little since our last argument, and those words had always felt a little awkward. I didn’t feel angry at her anymore. Honestly, after my realization about Sasori, I felt I understood Netori a little bit more.

“Netori…”

“You did well.” She smiled. “Your points have increased splendidly. A teacher is far more complicated than a teenage girl. You got her to not only leave her husband but also abandon your father. Her affection is entirely yours now. In fact, you’re about to reach level 5. I suspect you’ll reach it soon.

“Levels come so slowly, what is the point of it all?” I asked hesitantly. “I mean, I know that I need to save you and bring back your true goddess from, but you also keep talking about helping me grow. What am I supposed to do? You offer me so little advice and you tend to let me try to do everything myself.”

“Haven’t you been doing well on your own?” She asked. “You have three women who are devoted to you now. I’d say you’re doing quite well for yourself.”

“You’re not going to tell me, are you…” I responded wryly.

She laughed gently. “If I told you everything, then nothing would matter. You just need to trust me… as I have put my trust in you.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Have you really put your trust in me?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you had the capacity to win.” She responded flippantly.

“Netorare’s heart… Netorase’s heart… sure… but what about you?”

Her eyes widened. “Wh-what is Hakaru saying? Of course, you’re my champion. I know you the best!”

“Yet, when we slept together, I didn’t pull any of your divinity. If I did now, would you lose some?”

“Th-that…” Netori blushed. “Asking a goddess such a thing, you know it’s embarrassing, right?”

“I had always assumed that there was some close bond between us, that I was your chosen one because you already loved me, or something like that. However, after spending time with Netorare… I realized just how much of a distance you keep me apart. I know nothing about you. Your history… your life. You want me to put you back together, but you’re not willing to put your heart on the line.”