Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 189: And Now You Know Why, Heir of Rouvenor ☆
I got back into the mood of writing. Poured more feeling into it. Have been bummed out lately, but got some good news.
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Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 188: And You Will Know Why, Heir of Rouvenor ~ Part 3 ☆
I’ve run into a bit of writer’s… action block? But I have a good half of the chapter, so I’mma just post what I have! The next scene flows from it, anyway.
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Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 187: And You Will Know Why, Heir of Rouvenor ~ Part 2 ☆
Really, really hard to think like Ave. My editor calls her a cringing type. Let’s help her become much more by actually finishing this tale!
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Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 186: And You Will Know Why, Heir of Rouvenor ~ Part 1 ☆
Thinking like Ave is very hard.
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Still is the first, but not the last!
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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” A scream echoed throughout the vacant underground village.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of feet on the floor, clicking back and forth.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap Tap.
“Relax, Gobby,” I told him. “It’ll be fine… we have the best.”
“Is that what you’re calling it?” Diamond asked, crossing her arms on her now-regrown body.
“Shut up!” I snapped back, but I noticed even Misty was giving me a questioning look.
In truth, I had no clue what I was doing, and I was only keeping it together because the consequences weren’t that great. Besides, I had to show a strong front for Gobby. Maybe, I should just go in and look. Seeing as I was in spectator mode, the entire dungeon was my world. I was able to enter the Gobby’s hut with ease. He had expanded it quite a bit in the last few weeks. Despite being made of animal furs and sticks, it had a central common area and several bedrooms. The screaming was coming from one of these bedrooms.
As soon as I glanced inside, I recoiled in disgust. There was so much blood!
“Ahhhh! Where is he? Where’s that fucking monster! He did this to me!” A red-faced Archer shouted.
“Hoo, hooo, heee, heee,” a girl in a nurse outfit spoke next to her, “hooo, hooo, heee…”
The archer squeezed her hand and nodded. “Hee… heee… hooo. Awww, it hurts! How much longer?”
A creature with a lizard-like face lifted its head from between her legs. It then held up four clawed fingers.
“F-four minutes? Thank gods…”
The kobold glanced at me helplessly. I coughed.
“He says, you’re four inches dilated. It means you can start pushing.”
“St-start?” she cried. “I want them out of me!”
“Then start pushing!” I snapped, before clearing my nonexistent throat.
I knew I shouldn’t yell just because I was stressed. She was pregnant and afraid. It was just Sandy and the kobold with her, and Sandy had limited vocabulary while the kobold couldn’t speak at all. Why was the kobold there? Well, as the girls got closer and closer to their due date, Diamond pointed out that none of us had any idea how to birth even a normal human child, let alone a goblin. Back in the day, dying during childbirth was quite common.
Thus, I did the only thing I could think to do and looked for a mob that would contain the relevant information. The only mob that looked even remotely promising was something called a Kobold healer. Kobold were pretty much goblins themselves. I mean, they were both green and short. Kobolds were supposedly quite good with their clawed hands though, so two days after this one came into being, he needed to successfully bring a heroine through labor.
Hopefully, he proved useful, because we’d be needing him three more times in the next week or so. The archer was merely the furthest along in the pregnancy. The white mage, the black mage, and the leader were nearing their full term goblin pregnancies too.
There was also the girl from Passion’s Summit, but she was pregnant with a different type of monster. The cyclops had a much longer incubation period than the goblins. If that wasn’t the case, wouldn’t it make way more sense to pop out five cyclops? It was because I could generate an entire community of goblins in under two months that made this all worth it. It was about a month for pregnancy, and then another month until they were grown up enough to be considered adults. This barely gave me enough time to have them ready by the time people started arriving according to River.
“Okay… okay…” she whimpered. “Please, please don’t leave me.”
I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Alright, just breathe slowly like Sandy is showing you. Hold her hand. Yes, put your legs up. Inhale, and when you’re ready to push it out, exhale.”
It wasn’t my intention to be her Lamaze partner. Why weren’t the other girls there? They were outside, anxiously waiting for the results. The archer’s success or failure would set the mood for the rest of them. If she died in childbirth, it’d mean that they were likely all going to die. Such things could be done safely in a village with professional doctors, but birthing babies in dungeons was just not done. Even then, the doctors on the surface worked to save the mother, not both. The babies rarely survived the births when the mom survived. Thus, we didn’t have any confidence this would work, as it was all in theory.
In case things went south, we didn’t want the other pregnant mothers seeing how bad this first birth had gone. At best, they might panic and go into premature labor. At worst, they might give up all hope and die off one after another. This is something none of us wanted. If they successfully made goblin babies, then we’d have everything we needed to keep making more.
How did I know so much about babies? When you’re bored and online, you watch all kinds of videos. I won’t defend myself. I whacked off to a few birthing videos. I had a fantasy about orgasmic births briefly. What? Everyone is allowed on weird fetish on the internet. At least I didn’t get into scat play or licking women’s feet.
“I’m ready… I’m ready…”
“Breath-in and…. Push!” Since I had no physical body, I was just projecting my voice, but I couldn’t help but tense with everyone else as she began to push.
“Ahhh! Haaaaaaa!” She moaned as she pushed.
“Okay okay, get a breath, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, hold it… now breathe out and push!”
I kept speaking, going on and on as she pushed. Nearly an hour later, even I felt sweaty, and I didn’t have a body! She was completely drenched from head to toe, her body haggard.
“Okay… this is the last one!” I declared.
“The last push?”
“Uh… that too. In, out! Push!”
She let out one more weak scream, and then her legs collapsed. She was breathing hard, panting as she collapsed. After a moment, she spoke.
“I… I want to see it.”
“Um…” I looked down at the shriveled green thing.
“I want to see what came out of me!”
“Do it,” I told the kobold.
He nodded and lifted a little form wrapped in a blanket. It was green and shriveled, with large black eyes. As she held it in her arms and looked into it, her body shook.
“It’s… it’s…”
I winced, waiting for her to freak out over the ugly abomination that came out of her.
“It’s beautiful!” She broke into tears. “This is my baby? I’ve never loved anything more in my life!”
I let out a breath of relief. It seemed like my worries were unfounded. It turned out that no matter how ugly, a mother would love anything that came out of her.
“In that case, you’ll probably like the rest of them too!”
“R-rest?” she asked weakly.
The kobold put another one in her free arm, and then another, and another, and another. Her eyes widened as she was loaded up with seven little green men.
“Th-these are all mine?” she asked in disbelief. “They all came out of me?”
“Well, they didn’t come out of anyone else!” I joked, noticing Sandy looking between the goblins and then me.
She pointed to her stomach. “Pregnant?”
“No! I’m not getting you pregnant! I don’t even think that’s possible!”
She puffed out her cheeks unhappily, but I didn’t care. I went out and called for Gobby. He stopped pacing and ran into her room. The other girls all came behind him, although they moved slower, holding their massive bloated stomachs.
“Hubby!” The archer smiled happily when Gobby walked in. “Look!”
Gobby moved up to her and then they exchanged a quick peck. He then looked over and admired the goblin babies. He looked especially proud of himself.
“How do you feel?” the white mage asked the brave first mother.
“Like I pushed out seven coconuts through my huha,” she responded, and the girls laughed.
The tense atmosphere dissippated just like that, even as the kobold used some healing spell and helped clean her up. When he finished, he merely gave me a nod and then went to a corner to wait. It wasn’t like he had been created for any other purpose in this dungeon. By then, the girls were all chatting happily and freely, and it seemed like every one of them was holding a goblin.
“I wish I had more nipples,” the archer confessed, trying to feed two of them while the others started to grow fussy. “We’ll have to come up with something else.”
Sandy glanced at them and then lifted her shirt. She grew another set of boobs, and then another. She stopped when she had eight boobs running down her entire front.
“Will those things work?” one of the girls asked.
Sandy thought about it for a moment, then nodded.
“Then, I guess we have a backup nursemaid.” She laughed.
“I still want to try myself first.” The archer smiled happily.
“Hey, what are you going to name them?” the black mage asked.
The girls all looked at Gobby, who puffed out his chest proudly. “Gobby!”
“We can name one Gobby… sure…”
He cocked his head and pointed to each one. “Gobby one, Gobby two, Gobby three…”
“Absolutely Not!” The archer cried out and then coughed. “I mean, we’ll discuss it later.”
I didn’t care to know their names. They were all just free labor for me. The girls made the goblins, and then the goblins would maintain the architecture of my dungeon. As I headed outside of the tent, Misty and Diamond were still awaiting there, two beautiful heroines, although completely different in every way.
“What are you looking at?” Diamond asked.
“Master…” Misty blushed.
“It’s time to start planning the renovation,” I told them.
I had waited until after we had some goblins. I did that for a few reasons. One, I needed a break. After River forced me to fight for my life, I felt like I needed some time. Many of the monsters needed time to heal, and the rat population needed time to regrow. The other reason is that some of my plans would eventually need to depend on goblins. I also was waiting for River’s promised package.
I had checked the entrance a short moment ago, and some magical portal had opened, and a package appeared. There were several books in it. The first was named intermediate inscription. This would contain the higher-tier inscription patterns and the techniques needed to make them. The second book was a monster glossary, but rather than weaknesses, it gave lists of components that could be acquired from it. I flipped through it quickly and saw tons of cool stuff that I could get from monsters I could make. It didn’t mention the evil bone mana or the tentacles cream, so those must have been things that the dungeon guild didn’t know about.
The final one was a recipe book for making various types of inscription inks as well as where to get the necessary ingredients. Apparently, at the intermediate level, the type of ink used was almost as important as the symbols drawn. To be economical, it’d be best if I could produce my own ink. Thankfully, the package included a basket full of various inks to practice with. It was enough to last me months, but River was also thoughtful enough to include seeds for some of the more common plants used in the inking process. Even if I couldn’t make the ink completely myself, I could lessen the cost.
“How many points do you have now?” Diamond asked as I was considering my next steps.
“After getting the kobold healer and recovering your body, I currently have 325,312 dungeon points.
“A third of a million… not bad. Anything worth 100,000 points?”
“A… young wyvern… a lich, or a vampire king? Not even a dragon?”
“Not even a… do you know how powerful a dragon is?” Diamond glared. “If you had a dragon in this dungeon, you wouldn’t even need to be afraid of River. None of those are bad though… If you get those three as bosses, you’d be a certified A-rank dungeon.”
‘River doesn’t want an A-ranked dungeon, she wants something for F-ranked heroines to enjoy.”
“Tch… whatever, are you going to be the guild’s bitch then?”
“No, but we need to play along for now or things might get dangerous.” I shrugged. “Besides, I won’t be able to afford any of those monsters.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“There is… a 250,000 point tier…” I said uncertainly.
“A quarter mill? What do you want that’s a quarter mill? “Diamond demanded.
“As I…. continue to build my dungeon, my monsters all seem to develop wills of their own. I can use their bodies occasionally, but it always feels like I’m cheating them by taking over their body. As for myself, I can’t interact with the world. I’m just a ball in a room. I can talk, but I can’t touch the world.
Diamond’s eyes narrowed. “You mean that you can’t fuck women.”
I coughed. “What are you saying? I just want to play a more active role in my own life.”
“So, you want a new monster to inhabit? What? Is there some perfect choice at 250,000 points?”
“Yeah… something like that.” I didn’t expect Diamond to understand.
I planned to do things as meagerly as possible. The amount of points I got from River was more bribe than what was necessary for me to do the upgrades demanded of me. I also wondered if it wasn’t a bit of a test. If I turned around a built a fortress against her wishes, I had a feeling River would return with her true body and eliminate me. I didn’t have Diamond’s blind confidence that I could take her, even with another few months to prepare and the points she left. She did say it was only a small fraction of her total power.
So, if this was a test, then splurging and creating some mega dungeon might upset her. In which case, wouldn’t it be better to use those points for myself? If I subtracted 250,000, I’d still have 75,000 points. Each additional floor cost 500 more than the previous floor. So, my 6th floor cost 2,500 points, so taking it to eleven floors as River requested would take 20,000 points. That still left me with 50,000 points to upgrade my current floors and add five new ones.
The plan was pretty simple, the first five would end with the gobby as the 5th level boss. Then, they would have another five floors ending with another boss. At that point, they’d have the fake treasure room and fake core, just like we had used with River. Meanwhile, the 11th floor will be set up as our living space. By ours, I meant Misty, Sandy, Diamond, and me. Cyclops would continue to be our guard too.
“Are you even planning on staying?” I asked Diamond.
“It’s not like I have much of a choice,” she huffed. “River has probably already given my identity over to the guild. I’d be a wanted criminal!”
“I don’t think River would do that…” Misty stated.
“Shut up! What do you know? I said I’m staying so I’m staying, you got it? It’s not because I felt lonely up there and missed this stupid perverted place.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Misty tilted her head.
Diamond glared at me, but I quickly left before she could say something that might hurt my feelings. Besides, I had measurements to take and plans to push into motion. One of the first plans was a means of sending the rats out to gather supplies. With all those goblins, food was going to become a bigger issue, and rats made good scavengers.
Having been thinking about the problem for a few weeks now, I had a solution. I ended up purchasing a couple of small sacks using the DP. I was also able to get spider thread and porcupine quill. These were products I could harvest from monsters, but that part would come later. For the moment, I used the thread and quill as a needle and thread, and I carefully redid the sacks so they could be attached to the back of the rats.
I pulled out my inscription work and then using the tentacle monster, I began to practice. I practiced on other objects first to make sure I could do it, and after about a day of work, I finally got three packs that had a weight reduction spell that applied to anything put inside the bag. Strapping those bags to the three largest rats, they could go out while the small rats loaded them up and then they’d bring back whatever they could find.
After that was settled, it gave me some ideas which I put to use on the new levels. During this time, each of the girls fell into labor and had their babies. The white mage ended up having five babies, the black mage popped out four, and the leader had six. Twenty-two goblin children in all. Unfortunately, there were only eight boobs between the four moms. Even with Sandy helping out, there were more babies than boobs.
I eventually constructed an outfit using waterskin bladders attached to nipples. Once someone wore it, they could also feed eight babies. This was naturally given to Gobby, who was the only one small enough to fit in it, but strong enough to lift it when it was filled with milk. Keeping the babies fed was a full-time job for everyone. Poor Sandy could mimic boobs and make milk on command, but after a month of this… she started to look a bit like a deflated balloon.
I mostly focused on my renovations, and it was enough to keep me busy all day. When they were finally finished, I still had 250,000 points remaining. I looked at the option remaining, took a breath, and then selected it. That option was called Avatar. It created an Avatar, a physical body specifically for the dungeon. It would have the appearance that I selected upon purchasing it. It was as powerful as the dungeon and had no personality or mind other than my own. I could control it and control the dungeon at the same time. However, if it was just that, why would it be so expensive? I could always just inhabit some monster, right? It was because it could do one thing nothing else could.
An avatar could leave the dungeon.
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As soon as it registered with everyone where the bottle fell, there was hooting and hollering. All the boys looked at me with mocking looks. Even Steve wore a smug expression on his face while shrugging like what was he going to do? I wanted to punch his teeth out. The girls all whispered and giggled. Danielle was looking at me, but it was hard to say what she was thinking. Stephanie didn’t act nearly so vague. She stuck out her tongue and made an exaggerated gagging noise.
“Him? Why did I get him? Let me roll again!”
“Fuck, no!” Steve shouted. “Rules are the rules!”
He was immediately backed by all the other guys. It was clear that none of them wanted to be it. Stephanie finally glared down at me with her unibrow and huffed.
“Fine, get in there with me!” She practically ordered.
I heard more giggling and laughing, but I didn’t have a choice. I got up with her and followed her into the pool shed. When we entered, I was surprised that it was both lit and roomy. I was expecting a dark and crowded closet, but there was a fair amount of room. There was a lightbulb which had enough light to see as well.
As the door shut behind me, I backed off into a corner, counting the seconds until I was a free man again. Stephanie scowled as she looked around the room. After a few seconds, she made an irritated growl.
“It’s too messy, whatever.” She turned to me. “Get over here.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“It’s seven minutes in heaven, not seven minutes in boredom. I want to see what you have.”
I almost broke into laughter, not able to believe what she was saying. “Let’s just wait it out.”
“What are you, gay?” She asked, walking over to me. “I came to this party because I wanted to have my first romance. I don’t know why a loser like you got invited to this party, but it’s your lucky day.”
“You’re first romance?” I asked incredulously. “There is nothing romantic about this place.”
Stephanie stood in front of me, looking down at me. She was a big girl, tall and wide. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and a white shirt with a blazer over it. Her hair was long, and her skin was tanned. However, the tan wasn’t enough to cover up all the blemishes on her face. Even the low lighting of the room wasn’t enough to completely hide her imperfections.
“Then you’re not doing a good enough job.” She reached out a grabbed me.
I felt her hands on my waist, pulling me in, her body pressing against mine. She had a wide frame and a powerful grip. I couldn’t believe she was trying to kiss me. I turned away, feeling her lips hit my chin. She pulled away, looking at me angrily.
“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, glaring.
“Let’s not do this.” I tried to step back, but her arms held me in place.
“No. We are going to do this. And you’re going to like it.”
Her hand went down to my pants, grabbing at the hem as she pulled me over. She leaned in, and her mouth hit the edge of mine, her lips pressing into me.
“Stop.” I tried to step back, pushing my weight back, but her grip held me firm. “Stop it!”
Her arms moved quickly, wrapping around me as she held me tight, her grip holding my arms to my side.
“Stop being a pussy!” She growled, grabbing my shirt.
I pulled back, and I heard a rip of fabric. However, I was free of her grip. There wasn’t that much space though, so I tried to dive for it. However, her leg came up, knocking me in the chest. She had big, heavy feet. The kick hurt, and knocked the wind out of me. I felt my chest contract, and then the world seemed to go upside down.
The next thing I knew, my back was on the floor, and the lights were shining in my eyes. Stephanie was standing over me, glaring down.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do all the work.” She dropped down on top of me, her legs pinning mine down.
I tried to wriggle free, but it was futile. She was way too strong. I pushed against her, but she just laughed. She leaned down, grabbed my shirt, and yanked it off. It ripped down the middle, leaving my bare chest exposed. I felt the cold air on my skin and the pressure of her thighs around my waist.
“You’re pathetic.” She said, looking at my flat chest that had no hair on it.
She put her hands on my stomach, pushing her palms into my skin. Her fingers curled, and she began scratching at my skin. The pressure hurt, and her nails scratched my skin.
“Ow! Stop!”
“You think that hurts? Let’s see how you feel about this.”
I watched as she moved her hand up to my nipple, pinching it between her fingers.
“Stop!” I cried out, squirming under her.
“Make me.”
I tried, but the pain from her pinches was intense. My hands went to hers, trying to push them away.
“You’re so weak, I can’t believe I have to be the one to take your virginity.”
“Virginity!” I cried out.
I didn’t want my first time to be in this fucking closet. She pulled off her blouse, revealing a pair of large titties hanging from a mid-sized bra. She had hair in her underarms and I smelled a waft of BO.
“That’s right. You’re going to lose your virginity to me, aren’t you happy?” She said, grabbing my pants.
“No!”
I wasn’t sure if my fight-or-flight response was triggered or what, but I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. I grabbed a pole and pulled myself free from under her. She had been grabbing my outer swimwear, so when I pulled I came right off it. The only swimsuit I had on was the one that was too tight. She looked up angrily, but then her eyes fell on the outline in my pants.
“What is that?” She asked.
I didn’t even know how to respond. She was trying to have sex with me, and she didn’t even know what my penis was? Was she stupid?
“It’s my dick,” I responded.
“Fuck off!” She seemed angry suddenly. She lunged at me and in a swift motion, pulled down my pants.
“Hey!”
My dick was finally freed of its tight restraints, and even though I wasn’t aroused in this situation, it still fell out with a flop, bouncing in front of Stephanie. She stared at my dick, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. That was it. My life was over. Things couldn’t get any worse.
The door flung open, and the two of us turned to see a person standing there. I thought Steve might have opened the door to embarrass us, but it was Steve’s mom. She had her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face.
“You- ah!” She went to yell, but then her eyes fell on my thing.
Stephanie broke into tears, her face turning red as she shoved past Steve’s stunned mom. I turned away desperately trying to get my dick back in those tight swim trunks. I could hear a voice outside.
“What happened? Holy crap, were they screwing in there? Stephanie and Lucas? Haha!” Steve’s mocking voice came from behind.
Steve’s mom seemed to snap out of her gaze, turning and yelling. “You’re not out of the crap pile yet, mister! Get inside with everyone else!”
“Y-yes, Mom!” I heard his steps retreating.
She turned back, but instead of looking angry, she looked a bit uncertain. “Get your clothes back on.”
“M-my shirt was ripped,” I spoke, looking down at the tattered remains.
“You can borrow one of my husbands, work shirts over there.” She gestured, her eyes not meeting mine.
I looked where she pointed. There seemed to be a bucket full of old shirts. Most of them had holes in them, but they were enough. I didn’t need to shirt. It was the final backup to keep my dick from being exposed. If my swim trunks were wet and sticking together, an oversized shirt was perfect for hiding all of it. I made sure I was completely covered and then I joined Steve’s mom inside.
As soon as I walked in, one of the guys grabbed my shirt. “Dude, what did you do to her, you freak?”
“Huh?” I blinked. “Where’s Stephanie?”
The girl who had acted flirtatious and allegedly gave a boy a handjob was glaring at me. They all had hostile looks.
“She’s outside. She says she’s going home.” One of the blonde girls spat. “She’s crying hard.”
“I didn’t touch her!” I declared. “She-“
I was going to say she came onto me, but I realized my audience. Not a single person there would believe me. They all seemed to think I sexually assaulted her. They were all looking at me like I was scum. What the hell? I didn’t even do anything. Now, Stephanie was acting weird. I wanted to go out and resolve the situation. However, what could she say that would make it better? A girl took one look at my dick and cried? Speaking of which, Steve’s mom was looking at me strangely too. I wanted to ask if things could get any worse, but I had already had those words thrown in my face once.
“We’re going to have the rest of the party in here.” Steve’s Mom declared. “I’m going to bring in the cake.”
Steve walked over to me. “If you intended to ruin my birthday, congratulations, you succeeded.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“The ruckus you made sexually assaulting Stephanie brought my mom outside. Do you think we’re going to get to do anything fun the rest of the night? I knew you were a bastard, but please, never fucking call me again.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I shot back.
“Happy birthday…” The familiar song began as Steve’s mom returned.
I was in a sour mood, but the feeling appeared to be mutual. Steve was right. Playing indoors under his mom’s watchful gaze, the party quickly died. We all ate cake, he opened his presents, and then people started calling their parents to leave. By that point, Stephanie had already been picked up and taken away in a black unmarked car. I watched from the window as she looked my way once before entering the car.
“One by one, everyone left. Danielle was the last one to leave. She looked like she had something she wanted to say every time she looked at me, but she ultimately never spoke a word. When she left, Steve’s mom walked up to Steve, whose expression looked a bit sour, and then pulled out a pair of keys.
“I’m sorry your party couldn’t be as… exciting as you wanted, honey.” She spoke, handing the keys to him. “Maybe this will cheer you up.”
“The car!” Steve cried out. “Really?”
Steve’s mom smiled gently. “You earned it.”
“Can I take it out right now?” He asked excitedly.
His Mom smiled and nodded, she waved him off, and he rushed out to the car. I watched as it left the driveway. It was a pretty nice car, a convertible. I could see why he wanted it so bad. As he drove down the street, I realized he had seemingly forgotten I was still there. He didn’t even invite me to go with him or offer to drive me home.
Feeling irritated, I walked back to his room. When I couldn’t find my change of clothing, I remembered that his mom offered to wash it. They had their washer and dryer in the basement, right? I opened the door and headed down. I could hear the dryer going at that moment. It was imbalanced, and there was a loud rhythmic thudding sound. The light was on, so I didn’t hesitate to walk down. As I got closer, I realized I could hear something on top of the drying. It was heavy breathing mixed with moans.
I turned around to Steve’s mom. She was holding the drying as it thumped, her legs wrapped around the corner. Her face was red and she was letting out rough breaths and light moans.
“Mrs. Parker?”
Mrs. Parker nearly jumped. She let out a cry, falling back. I reached forward, half expecting her to fall, but she managed to save herself at the last moment.
“Ah! L-lucas! What are you doing here?” She cried out.
“Um, I never left?” I asked helplessly. “Didn’t you have my clothing?”
“Th-that’s right!” Her face turned red, and she quickly opened the dryer.
It was at that moment I realized she wasn’t wearing what she had worn before. Before, she had pants on. Now, she had a long shirt on, and while it covered her butt, it didn’t look like she had anything else but underwear on. My dick started to react, and I felt myself in a panic. I grabbed my swim trunks and pulled them down, freeing my dick. At the same time, Mrs. Parker seemed to find my clothes and turn. She ended up seeing me naked again.
“Ah!” She cried out, looking away. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Changing!” I cried out, grabbing the pants she had given me.
“E-even so…”
I went to put the pants back on, but seeing Mrs. Parker there, her face red with embarrassment, a thought came to me. I had questions I always wanted to know, and I felt like no one would ever tell me the truth.
“Is it… weird?” I asked.
“What?” She asked, still looking away.
“My… thing,” I responded, feeling regretful now that I was asking.
“Your… ah!” She looked back over, but her eyes saw it again.
This time, though, she didn’t look away. She stared at it almost like it was a snake. I was starting to feel self-conscious.
“Stephanie cried after seeing it. I’ve had a lot of people have weird reactions. Is there something wrong with it?” I asked, trying to catch her attention.
“Hm?” She looked up, her eyes flickering back down once before finally jumping to me again. “Ah! It’s… it’s fine.”
She looked away, a strange expression on her face. Now that I had worked up the courage to ask somebody, I couldn’t just walk away. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She jumped slightly, but she didn’t pull away.
“Mrs. Parker, please…”
“Call me… Carley.”
“Ah… C-carley.” I frowned, feeling a bit stranger.
“How far did you go?” She asked.
“Huh?”
“With Stephanie?”
“We didn’t do anything. I swear!” I was hoping this was my chance to vindicate myself. “Stephanie was all over me, but she only just got my pants down when you opened the door.”
She glanced back at me, biting her lip with a considering look. “You’re saying… you’re a virgin?”
“My face turned slightly red. “Yeah. I am.”
“I see…” She responded, looking down. “Does it hurt?”
“Ah! N-no.” I grabbed my dick, realizing it was still part hard, but with it out already, I had nowhere to put it, so I ended up just holding it. “Is it supposed to?”
She looked at it for a bit like she was considering something. Then, her hand reached out and touched it. I gasped when her hand touched it, and she pulled back.
“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.
“I’m fine,” I responded. “Um… it felt good.”
She reached out and then touched my dick again. This time, she wrapped her hand around it. She stepped up to me.
“I can take care of it if you want.” She responded, sounding somewhat cautious.
“Take care of…”
“You can’t tell anyone!” Her voice grew serious.
“I-I won’t!”
I was still a bit confused, but I was starting to come to a realization. My awkward teenage brain wanted to say I was misinterpreting things, but Mrs. Parker’s hand was still wrapped around my dick. My body shuddered. It felt good. Her hand began moving up and down, stroking my dick. I could hear the soft sounds of her hand on my shaft as she jerked me off.
She leaned against me, her arm running down my abdomen until it ended at her fist around my dick. It was so embarrassing, but her hand felt so good. I tried to stay quiet, but little moans would slip out here and there. As she went, she was breathing hard too, hot breaths touching my cheek as she pressed against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I was almost afraid to move.
She pulled away for a moment and took off her shirt. I felt my face go red as I saw her tits. Her breasts were big, nice, and round. They looked so soft, and I could see her nipples were already hard.
I wanted to ask what we were doing, but I didn’t have the guts. She was leaning into me, pressing her breasts into my side, while her hand jerked me off. It was an indescribable feeling. It felt so wrong, but her body was so warm and felt so nice. My cock was getting harder and harder in her grip.
“It’s even bigger.” She gasped.
My eyes were fixated on her. She stroked the entire length of my cock enthusiastically. Up and down. Up and down. I couldn’t help but watch. My dick was throbbing in her hand. I could hear her breathing heavily. My body felt hot, and my heart was racing. She was making little noises like she was enjoying it too. Her breasts were pushing into me.
I felt a tightening in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum.
“I-I’m gonna…” I began.
“It’s okay, you can do it.” She moaned, picking up her pace.
My breathing was erratic, and my eyes were locked onto her tits as they bounced with each stroke of her hand.
“Mrs. Parker… I’m cumming.”
I could barely hold back the moan as the pleasure overtook me. I exploded, shooting cum onto the ground. I shot string after string as my body shovered. I felt myself leaning back against the dryer as my entire body seemed to become paralyzed with joy.
“So much…” She commented.
I couldn’t look at her. My body was shaking as my cock twitched and pulsed. There was cum everywhere. Cum was all over the floor, her hand, and even some of their clothing. I was still panting when she finally let go of my cock. My body slumped, and I slid down the side of the dryer, landing on my ass.
I looked up at her, and she was just staring down at me, her face red and her breathing heavy. I didn’t know what to say. I was scared. I was afraid that she would have second thoughts.
“Are you okay?” She asked, hesitantly.
“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “Are you?”
“I’m good.” She responded.
“Mom!” We both heard a shout from upstairs.
I got up and quickly pulled my pants up, buttoning them up and putting my belt back on. I didn’t bother trying to clean up the mess. I just concentrated on getting my clothing back on. Mrs. Parker also put a new blouse on and buttoned it up quickly as she walked to the stairway. She finished just as she arrived, looking up.
“Steve, you still got to bring your friend home.”
“Huh? Who?” Steve asked.
I checked and made sure there was no evidence of what we did before I stepped next to his mom. For some reason, I was expecting him to become suspicious. Then again, who would expect a loser friend to just get a hand job from their mom? I had experienced it, and I still couldn’t believe it.
“Are you still here?” Steve asked, making a face. “Fine, whatever.”
He turned away, and I could hear his steps heading back to the entrance. It was clear he was still excited to drive more.
“Go on.” Mrs. Parker nudged me.
I looked at her. After what just happened, I had no clue what to say.
“Um… thank you, for that…”
She looked at me blankly, and my first turned red. This was far too embarrassing. Just as I was about to take the first step of the stairway of shame, she grabbed me from behind. His hand reached around and squeezed the front of my pants.
“Come back soon.” She whispered in my ear, before backing away.
I willed myself not to look back. I made it halfway up the stairs before I did, but she had already retreated into the laundry room.
“Lucas, move your ass!” Steve was standing at the top of the stairs, glaring at me.
His glare seemed to be less cutting than it had been before. Everything seemed a lot less worrisome. It felt like something in me had finally been freed. I had no clue what that was, but I was eager to find out.
Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 184: Everything Is Fine!
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I had been pushed to my limit. Every man had a line, and when that line was crossed, they needed to do whatever was possible to survive. I was merely a dungeon. I didn’t ask to be born in this world, but now that I was here, I planned to survive as long as possible. I wasn’t going to allow some random heroine to come in and destroy my way of life.
“Attack!” I ordered.
My cyclops lunged forward. We had no choice but to go with the plan we had set up. While the Cyclops distracted River, Misty would use an opportunity to deliver the killing blow. With her being demonized, she should be more than a match for the loli bitch.
The Cyclops, wielding a giant club, roared and swung his weapon down toward the loli. River, with her pig-tails bouncing, easily sidestepped the monster’s attack and spun, letting the long hem of her cloak glide through the air behind her. Then with a flash of her eyes, she too lunged forward. Her fist slammed into the stomach of the Cyclops, blasting him back with a single strike.
The Cyclops was sent tumbling back, his feet skidding across the ground until he hit the far wall. She hadn’t even used her rapier yet… It looked like this bitch was planning to style on me and defeat my cyclops with pure strength.
As she walked forward, she looked every bit the heroine, with her chin held high and her eyes narrowed. She was a true force to be reckoned with, but I wasn’t going to just let her have it easy. If I was going to die, I planned to make her work for it. Just as she pulled out her rapier, I gave Misty the order.
“Now! While she’s distracted.”
Although the room didn’t have the columns of the previous room, there was still a trap door I had built that hid Misty. Coming out behind River, she would attack her former superior from behind, backstabbing her literally and figuratively while the loli bitch was busy with the Cyclops. Although it was damaged, I willed the Cyclops to peel himself off the wall and charge her one more time. This was the moment of truth.
The Cyclops roared and charged River, using its massive form to obscure Misty’s stealthy approach from behind. River’s body glowed with magic, and she slashed down. Blood splattered as the cyclops was cut across the gut. I tensed, but Misty had already reached River. She slashed out, but River, quick as a cat, spun around and met her blade.
“Misty!” River’s eyes widened with surprise.
“I’m sorry, Mistress!” Misty’s blade sliced across River’s neck, but a moment later the guildmistress disappeared. “An afterimage?”
“Hmph.” A sound came from behind Misty followed by a thud.
Her eyes rolled up in her head, and then she collapsed to the ground. River had struck her with the hilt of her rapier. She swung her blade through the air twice and then sheathed it as Misty became motionless on the ground. River looked her over and sighed.
“You turned. I was afraid of that.” She pulled a knife from her hip, reaching her hand into her pocket.
Seeing her about to kill Misty, I felt a strange feeling emerge from within me. It was fear and despair. I found myself speaking before I could help myself.
“Don’t you touch her!”
River froze, and then a lopsided smirk appeared on her face. “I suppose you’re the dungeon in all this? I must say, I never expected you to be this advanced. You even have language skills. You’ve corrupted my friend and caused me a great deal of trouble. Be very careful with the next few words you speak.”
I gulped, but I continued to talk. “There is no reason to hurt her. She’s innocent in all this.”
“Oh? But she tried to kill me.”
“She was following my orders,” I told her. “She had no choice.”
“So? She’s still a demon.”
“I’ll release her…”
She raised an eyebrow. “You can release her?”
[A demon cannot be released from servitude except in the case of their dungeon’s death.]
“Tch… no…” I muttered, but seeing her eyes I couldn’t help but add. “If I die, she will be released from my control.”
“You’re willing to die?” She raised an eyebrow. “For her?”
If I had teeth, I would have been grinding them. “If you let her live, you can kill me.”
She blinked and then threw her head back and laughed. “You think you can stop me from killing you?”
“You…”
“Relax, even if I did kill you, her demonification would remain unchanged. She may no longer serve you, but that only means she’d become a loose demon with no master. On this plane of existence, that’s as good as dead.”
“I-I see…”
River finally pulled a vial she had in her pocket out, then used the knife to pop the cork off. She put the vial to Misty’s lips, but when Misty didn’t drink it, she put some in her mouth and then pressed her lips against Misty’s, feeding her the potion mouth-to-mouth. As arousing as this was, I just couldn’t find it within myself to enjoy it.
When she finished, Misty made a few noises as her eyes fluttered open. When she saw River, she cried out.
“Master!”
“I’m still here,” I spoke as she panicked in River’s arms.
“You little brat. After everything I’ve done for you, you immediately give yourself to the first master you can?” River growled as she released Misty and stood up.
“Guildmistress, I’m sorry.” Misty looked slightly unhappy. “Please, don’t get my Master. He’s not a bad dungeon.”
“Relax… I don’t plan to kill either of you.” River rolled her eyes. “What do you take me for? I’m not some murderous vixen.”
“You killed her.” I couldn’t help but glance at Diamond’s head.
“Killed?” River made a face. “Ah, that’s right, I silenced her.”
She waved her hand, and a moment later I heard a muffled voice. Diamond’s head had landed in a way that I couldn’t see her face, but the sound appeared to be coming from her. I moved closer until I could understand her.
“Hey! Idiot! Will you pick my head up already?”
“Diamond?” I asked cautiously.
“What do you fucking think?”
“I thought you were dead,” I said sheepishly.
“I already died. I was a ghost possessing a body, did you forget?” She snapped as Misty reached down and picked her head up by the hair.
“Ow! That hurts, bitch!” Diamond glared at Misty.
“Good,” Misty responded, frowning as she looked at the talking head swinging by its hair in her hand.
“Wait, you sold us out?” I asked.
“Not like I had much of a choice!” Diamond huffed. “I almost died! She destroyed my body and then sealed my fucking mouth!”
We all glanced at River, who shrugged. “Her body weighed too much, and she wouldn’t stop flapping her tongue. You should be able to make her a new body, in time.”
“In time? Idiot, give me a body!”
‘Will you shut it!” I snapped back. “I’m still trying to deal with the problem you caused!”
“I hope you’re not suggesting I’m a problem?” River’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Not at all, beautiful loli! Your generosity and kindness knows no bounds!”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Well, at least you know how to talk. You don’t need to be so uptight though. I already said I don’t intend to kill you.”
“Magnanimous beauty, why have you come then?” I asked worriedly.
She glared at me. “Isn’t it to check on the well-being of my ward? If you had just shown me Misty from the beginning like I asked, I wouldn’t have had to go to such extremes.”
I couldn’t help but glance over at the cyclops, who was still barely clinging to life. Sandy had appeared and she was trying to nurse him. Wait, no, she was stroking his cock. Stop sending more blood away from his brain! You’re sending him to death! Ah, well, he was a tough monster, he’d probably survive. This room already had the highest regen in the dungeon. Since he was supported by the dungeon, he shouldn’t be able to bleed out like normal monsters. Unless he was specifically killed, he should be able to heal, eventually. That was the nature of dungeon mobs.
“Mistress… I failed you.” Misty lowered her head shamefully.
River’s expression softened, and she reached up and touched the top of Misty’s head, even though she had to get on her tippy toes. “No, I failed you. I promised to take care of you and look how you ended up. A demon!”
When she said that, she stared at me unblinkingly. I realized then that she could see my spectator form. I was just a ball of glowing light, but her eyes were locked directly on me. No one but my mobs had been able to do that before. Just who was this Loli?
“I-I didn’t mean to!” I cried out nervously, but then a thought struck me. “Hey, if you promised to protect her, why did you let her sister become a… what was it? A dilboy?”
“M-master!” Misty looked at me in surprise before turning to River. “Mistress, you don’t have to answer that!”
River chuckled. “Heh, it’s fine. I only promised to protect Misty, not her sister. I also promised to protect her, not live her life for her. Saying it in another way, as long as she’s alive and safe, I never planned to interfere. One could say I’ve already one enough for her by training her how to fight.”
“But you still came here…”
“I could sense Misty’s aura on Diamond, and when I realized Diamond was undead, I naturally traced her back to you. I had known Misty was sneaking out, but I never knew for certain where she was going. She always came back eventually, so I didn’t think much of it until the time she didn’t. Now that I see she’s alive and well, I’ve done my due diligence.”
“You don’t mind that she’s a demon?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Mind?” Her expression darkened. “Why? Do you think I should mind?”
“Not at all, beautiful queen!”
“In truth, had Misty become evil, suffering, or under mind control, I might have considered killing her and destroying you. However, Misty seems… different now.”
“Different?” Misty blinked.
“Since you lost your sister, you shut down. You’ve been cold and distant with everyone, even me. I’ve seen you more emotional in the last five minutes than in the previous six months!”
“Th-that’s not true.” Misty’s cheeks turned pink as if to betray her expression.
“And you!” She turned to me, causing me to subconsciously stand up straighter as if I had a spine. “You’re an interesting specimen too. Dungeons that learn speech are rare. Those that are friendly to humans are even rarer.”
“Friendly!” I said in disbelief. “How could you say I’m friendly? I’ve killed several heroines and… ah… never mind!”
I realized I wasn’t serving my case.
She chuckled. “Misty came here many times. I suspect her clumsiness caused her to fail countless times. You could have killed her and claimed all of her mana then, but you let her leave many times. As for those F-ranked adventurers, I saw coming in, none of them looked unhappy. They are fed better than some women in the cities. Even as breed stock, they might live better lives than our poor. I’ve never seen humans protect a monster before. That was a first.”
“Ah.. they’re just a little… delusional?”
“That’s true too… but they broke into your dungeon with the intent of stealing your stuff. If you were a human, no one would blame you for defending yourself. As for their mental states, I had a feeling they broke on their own. It just proves that you can hang as many warning signs as you want, but some people will still swim with sharks and get eaten.”
“No one would call a shark kind though…”
“She’s letting you off the hook, idiot! Will you stop talking?” Diamond snapped, her head having previously been placed on a pedestal looking our way.
“Ah, that’s… um…”
River giggled. “I don’t expect dungeons to think like humans, but you might be the most human dungeon I have ever seen. You seem to genuinely care about your girls. You were upset over Diamond’s death and you were even willing to die to protect Misty. This is something I have never seen before, a dungeon willing to die to protect his demon. I have to admit, even I feel a bit jealous of Misty having someone willing to die for her.”
“That is… Master…” Misty looked at me as she seemed to recall early, biting her lip consideringly.
I was a bit stunned too. I had said that, but it had been in a moment of passion. My life was the most important thing to me. I must have had a moment of insanity. That was it!
“You’re also a young dungeon, which means this is a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity for me. We can make a deal.”
“A deal?”
“You’re not the first dungeon the dungeon guild has made a deal with, but most of them are large and powerful. A well-developed dungeon for low ranks is rare, mostly because the dungeons are too stupid to communicate with.”
“Master is a bit higher level than he looks,” Misty revealed.
“True… he has the potential to be a B-ranked dungeon, but most of that isn’t because of his strength, but his cleverness. If he didn’t intentionally play the sheep, he never would have lured in so many unsuspecting heroines. Typically, higher-level dungeons are prideful and arrogant, and won’t decrease their difficulty to lure in low-level mobs. After all, the gains from such mana are too low to be significant. However, you’re different.”
“Don’t be getting full of yourself now,” Diamond spoke up. “You’re only clever for a dungeon. You’re still useless overall!”
I had been starting to feel a bit good under River’s assessment, but leave it to Diamond to put a damper on my mood.
“You mentioned a deal?” I redirected the conversation.
“Right, the deal is simple. I want you to cater to F-ranked heroines. What you have now is a good start, but the aim will be to feel challenged without threatening their lives. I want you to expand your dungeon to ten floors, slowly increasing the difficulty of each level. You can do like you did before, make a mock final dungeon where they can win a small reward. The treasures you’ve made are also pretty good. Things they need to survive as well as things they can’t normally get as an F-rank. You can keep that up. Few enchanters bother to waste their efforts on such meaningless enchantments, but F-rank eats anything magic up.”
“Actually, about that… the only reason I don’t do better enchantments is because I don’t know any,” I explained. “Also, if it comes to doing more enchantments, there is the matter of ingredients.”
“I see… in that case, I will send you a few books on enchanting. Most of the supplies are acquired from dungeons, but if you set up your production center, you can save a lot on supplies. For example, you could make the goblins from the village above grow the ingredients.”
“Yes… I’m starting to realize a lot of products come from different dungeon monsters,” I admitted.
“A lot of companies keep the manufacturing of their products hidden, but I might be able to help you out with some of the products known by the dungeon guild, as long as you use that knowledge to encourage F-rank heroines. The goal is to keep them interested long enough that they get good enough to work in real dungeons… no offense.”
“So, you want the dungeon to be enjoyable?” I asked, remembering what Misty had said about making it into a pleasure palace.
“They should be able to pick up the skills of dungeons, but also have them enjoy themselves. You can do that with treasures, but if you have any other ideas to keep the dungeon from becoming a slog, by all means,” she explained. “Once I return, I’ll give you one month to update your dungeon before I send in a B-rank team. You don’t need to stop them. Rather, it is their mission the reach the end and report back without killing you. They will construct a thorough assessment of the dungeon before you can be registered as a guild-protected dungeon. Once you have the seal of protection, it will become illegal for anyone to destroy your core. Presuming you pass your assessment, you’ll start to get a steady stream of visitors.”
“You… you’re going to do all that for me?” I asked nervously.
“For you? Hah!” She snorted. “I’m doing this because it’s convenient and solves several problems for me. The guild has been worrying for years because the F-rank dropout rate is too high, so an F-ranked dungeon might help bridge the gap. However, it’s mostly because this is what I must do to protect Misty. As long as you continue to protect her, I won’t allow you to be easily destroyed.
“I will continue to protect her!” I replied boldly. “Ah… but, you did say one thing I’m a bit worried about. You want me to renovate the dungeon to ten floors, but I don’t have that much DP. Ah… DP is-”
“I know what DP is.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re saying you need a downpayment of mana, hmm?”
“Yes, please.”
She sighed. “Although my presence has likely increased your mana accumulation substantially, I don’t plan to stand around being your lightning rod for the next few weeks. Misty, continue to stay safe, and if you ever find yourself unhappy, don’t hesitate to call for me.”
“I-I will,” Misty responded.
“What are you planning to do?” I asked, getting a strange feeling.
“Naturally, dungeons only gain mana through absorption. Either you take some of the mana a living being is absorbing, or you absorb the mana from something that is not living in a lump sum. Since I don’t plan to remain here, I’ll pick the lump sum option.” She pulled the knife she had earlier out and brought it to her neck.
“Ah!” Misty cried out.
“Relax, this is just one of my clones. You can have its mana. It won’t be enough to harm me.” She chuckled.
“W-wait… are you saying that the current you is just a fraction of your true strength?” I was in shock.
“I look forward to your future, dungeon.” Her eyes glinted. “Don’t disappoint me.”
She sliced her neck just like that. Her body collapsed to the ground. Misty still gasped and looked away, but I had the dungeon quickly absorb it. To my surprise, the body melted almost instantly. That meant that there was never a body in the first place, as physical items took longer to digest. It was just, as she said, a clone made of magic.
A very large sum of mana came pouring in. It was about as much mana as I had earned to date!
It looked like it was time for a remodel. I’d be having guests soon.
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“Hey, are you not listening? We’re doing this now!” Steve shouted.
As everyone else was getting out of the pool, I jumped into it. When my head emerged from the water, Steve was looking at me with annoyance while the others were giggling. I jumped in because I likely still smelled from the odor before and I was determined to smell like bleach instead. However, when it came to the spin-the-bottle game, I was even less enthused.
“There are eleven people here, six boys and five girls,” I responded. “I’ll sit this one out.”
“Dude is scared of girls.” One of the guys spoke under his breath, eliciting more laughter.
I frowned a bit. I already didn’t want to be there, and these were some of the people I liked the least. They weren’t the bullies that I hated with a passion, but a few of them used to be my friends and turned their back on me. I didn’t want to hang around them anymore. As for Danielle, I had no interest in her. I wasn’t one of those simps who longed after the girl who got away. Danielle knew that I liked her when she chose to go out with Steve. She ghosted me just as hard as he did.
Plus, since then, I have heard rumors about her. I hadn’t just been trying to insult Steve when I called her a slut. The rumors said that she had been railed by half-a-dozen guys. Even if it wasn’t true, she was willing to bang Steve as long as he had a car. That told me as much as I wanted to know about her. I knew her mother. She was friends with my mother, which was how we had become childhood friends in the first place. Her mom was a beautiful and gentle woman. Meanwhile, Danielle was a bitch.
Danielle wasn’t even the worst one there. There was also Stephanie. Stephanie was a bitch. It would wound my pride to call her a bully since she was a girl, but of the people who made my life a living hell, Stephanie was no worse than the quarterback. In truth, no one in school liked her, but everyone had to pretend to like her. This was because she was the daughter of some politician who made a massive donation to the school. The principal and teachers bent over backward for her.
One year, a girl called her a bitch to her face and she jumped on the girl and attacked her. After the teachers pulled them apart, the girl had lost half her hair and her face was covered in scratches, some of which became scars. The girl got expelled while Stephanie faced no consequences. After that, no one was willing to mess with her. Perhaps, if she was cute, there would be some redemption for a crazy bitch, but she was a big girl, as you’d see on a wrestling team, and she had a resting bitch face that belonged on a horse. Steve likely invited her because failing to do so was social suicide.
Suffice it to say, with five girls present, a 40% chance of getting a bad pick was too much for me. I didn’t feel any regret in rejecting their offer.
“If we can refuse, then I’ll stay out,” Stephanie declared.
“Me too!” Another girl spoke up.
“Why don’t we just do something else?” Danielle offered.
“No, let’s play!” One of the guys cried out.
“It’ll be fun!” Another declared.
The girls had already been reluctant. After all, it was a kissing game. With me trying to step out, Stephanie tried to do the same, and with that, all the other girls were trying to leave too. Meanwhile, the guys were all shooting me vicious glares. Somehow, I had ruined their game even though I wanted nothing to do with it.
Steve kneeled to the edge of the pool and hissed at me quietly. “Come on, dude, don’t be a little bitch.”
I ground my teeth, but I knew that if I didn’t follow along, my social standing would only take another hit. I sighed and swam to the edge of the pool.
“Fine,” I spoke as I got out.
I grabbed one of the towels and dried myself off as the others went to sit down. There was a paved area with seating that made a circle. The center area was normally a firepit, but when it wasn’t in use a metal cover went over it that turned it into a table. I ended up sitting down across from Danielle and Steve. There were six seats in all, so I was the only one sitting alone. Thankfully, they weren’t pared up boy and girl or I’d start to feel a conspiracy.
Steve pulled out an old beer bottle and put it in the middle of the table with a clink. “Alright, rules are simple. We’ll go boy-girl-boy. You spin the bottle. Closest person of the opposite sex you kiss.”
As he explained this, the girls all blushed while the guys grinned like idiots. I had to admit that even I was a little excited. Besides Danielle and Stephanie, the three other girls were bad-looking. There was a redhead, a brunette, and a blond girl, so it was like the trifecta of types. I was pretty sure the brunette and the blonde were related though. They looked very similar except one of them had bleached her hair.
“I’ll go first!” Stephanie declared, standing up and spinning the bottle.
The bottle finally landed on one guy, who looked a bit dispirited. She let out a laugh and then got up. He moved to give her a gentlemen’s kiss, but then she grabbed him and kissed him roughly. He let out a cry, holding out his hands, but she took every liberty short of grabbing his dick before letting him go. When she finally let him go, he was gasping for breath. She giggled and ran back to her seat. The redhead sitting next to her giggled, and the two whispered playfully.
Steve blinked and then said. “I guess I’ll go.”
He spun the bottle again. This time, it landed on Danielle. Danielle’s face turned red, but Steve grew a smile. He wrapped his arm around her, going for an aggressive kiss just like Stephanie had done, but Danielle pulled back a bit, and all he got was a peck on the lips. He pulled away, looking awkward, while she just gave a smile.
“My turn!” The blonde declared, getting up and spinning the bottle.
The bottle ended up landing on the brunette girl she was sitting next to. No guys were near her, but it was about in between me and another boy. The pair of us looked at each other, although his eyes seemed to fill with hostility. The girl was cute, and I liked blondes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight with him over it though.
“Oh no! It’s on my sister. Well, I don’t mind.”
“W-wait!” The guy challenging me cried out. “It’s the closest opposite sex. She’s the same sex?”
“Really?” The girl asked helplessly.
“Shut up!” The guy who had been kissed by Stephanie hissed. “We could watch two girls kissing! Sisters even!”
“It’s your call, birthday boy.” She stuck her tongue playfully at Steve.
“Ah…” he looked at everyone and then spoke quietly. “The bottle did land on her and if she’s willing…”
The guy who had been arguing looked indignant for a bit, but when he saw the blond girl sitting on her sister’s lap, his cautious expression slipped away.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I’ve never kissed her before.” The blonde girl leaned over and the two kissed.
Every guy was watching with raptured attention, and even the girls seemed slightly interested. I had to admit that it was pretty hot. They didn’t just do a peck on the lips, but they used tongues. Seeing two girls who were sisters kissing like that felt like it should be taboo. I felt my body reacting. In the end, I had to look away though. If I got an erection, even those baggy pants wouldn’t be able to keep it from showing. Steve noticed me look away and then smirked.
“What?” I asked him.
“You’re next.” He chuckled.
I made an ugly expression, but I still forced myself to lean over and then spin the bottle. I was pretty excited on the inside though. I wanted to kiss a girl. I never thought this would end up being my first time. Perhaps this would signal the end of my unpopularity. Yet, when the bottle stopped, I couldn’t help but inhale aggressively.
“Danielle.”
That forty percent chance of selecting one of them became a certainty. It was fine though. I could handle this. I got up and walked over to Danielle. She looked up at me. She wasn’t showing much expression on her face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Should I just give her a peck? She seemed to refuse anything more from Steve, and that looked super embarrassing. However, even two girls used their tongues, so if I didn’t I’d look just as pathetic.
I gently leaned forward. My mind sort of went white as our lips touched. Her lips parted and the next thing I knew, my tongue was in her mouth. Her breath tasted sweet and she was kissing me back. I felt a tingly sensation shoot down to my grown, and so I pulled away. I stood back up, and Danielle was watching me with an imperceptible look in her eye.
“Ooooo!” The guys all started making sounds, and she finally blushed, her eyelids fluttering.
I turned away and retreated to my seat, trying to keep my face from becoming hot. I couldn’t get an erection in front of others. There was no way to hide it and that would be far too embarrassing. Why did the other guys always seem to be able to keep their cool? Were they more practiced than me? As soon as I sat down, I felt like I was being watched. I looked up to see Steve glaring at me, an ugly expression on his face.
I wanted to give him a mocking look. His girl kissed me and barely kissed him. What was that about? Yet, I’d just embarrass myself further if I did something like that, so I tried to keep my face free of expression, even as the guys continued to tease me. However, I seemed to have earned some credit. The guys weren’t looking down on me. For once, I felt like one of them.
“This is boring.” Steve’s voice broke through the laughter and teasing. “Let’s ramp things up a bit.”
“Ah!” Danielle looked up worriedly.
“What do you have in mind?” One of the boys asked.
“Seven minutes in heaven.” He grinned, pointing to the pool house in the corner. “In there…”
“That…” The girl who hadn’t participated yet looked a bit worried.
“I’ll tell you what.” He spoke up before the girls could protest. “The girls each get a spin. Just one spin. Five rounds, five of you.”
“What if a guy gets picked twice?” The blonde girl asked, looking slightly interested.
“Then he’s a lucky guy.” Steve laughed. “What? It’s not like you need to do anything. None of us will know. It’ll be between the two of you.”
It was back to the boys trying to convince the girls. The brunette girl seemed to be resisting the most. Danielle glanced at me and then looked away.
“I think we should try it.” Her words caused everyone else to be quiet.
Steve’s expression brightened. “Yeah, let’s do it!”
I frowned slightly. What was her game? Why did she kiss me like that, and now she wanted to play this?
“Alright, I’ll start.” Red-head who hadn’t done anything the previous round spoke up. “It’s better to get it over with.”
She grabbed the bottle and spun it. It landed on the same guy that Stephanie had kissed earlier. A smile grew on his face, while her cheeks turned nearly as red as her hair. She reached out and took his hand, and then they went into the pool house. The rest of us continued to sit there. As a minute or two passed, things started to become awkward amongst the waiting group.
“Let’s start the fire.” Steve coughed.
The boys all grabbed some wood and piled it up. By the time the flames caught on, the pool house opened up again and the boy came out with the girl. Her face was slightly red, and he looked quite satisfied with himself.
“How far did you get?” Steve whispered to the guy.
He put a hand to the side of his mouth so the girls couldn’t see, but then he mouthed the words ‘handjob’. Everyone’s eyes opened. Even if he was completely lying, no one knew. By the embarrassed expression on her face, it was completely possible. By tomorrow, rumors would be all over school that she stroked his dick. The guys all wore stone faces, so the girl had no clue what was said about her. That was the basics of the bro code.
“Alright, alright, next!” He laughed.
The blond girl went next. Her bottle landed on the same guy. She looked at him and then smirked. He looked at all the guys and then shrugged like he was helpless to resist. Where did this asshole get all the luck? It was like by getting kissed by Stephanie earlier, he had earned enough karma for an eternity in heaven.
“Anyway, we got marshmallows and stuff.” Steve looked a little unhappy, perhaps thinking he’d be the one lucking out. “Let’s meat.”
The group pulled out roasting sticks and then we each got marshmallows. By this point, it was dark out and the pool lighting and fire were all that could be seen. His mom was still inside getting his cake and presents ready. I was on my second marshmallow when the door opened again. The blonde girl didn’t look embarrassed, but perhaps a bit flushed.
“Well?” Steve mouthed toward the guy.
He grinned, and, and secretly brought his hand to his nose and sniffed two fingers. The guys turned away, each one stamping their feet or cursing under their breath. He was saying he had fingered her. One girl stroked his cock, and then he fingered another. Holy shit! Even I was floored.
We got back in the circle again, and the blonde’s sister went. We all let out sighs when it landed on another guy, and not the same one. However, she did look a bit disappointed. Did she want the same guy her sister was with?”
We continued to eat and talk casually at the fire while waiting. Seven minutes later, the two of them came out. She looked slightly icy, and when Steve raised an eyebrow, he shook his head slightly. The guys all broke into laughter. He had scored out completely. Even I laughed along with everyone. It felt somewhat good to laugh with friends.
“I’ll go last,” Stephanie spoke up. “You go!”
She pointed at Danielle, who nodded. She had been the one to convince everyone to do this in the first place. She spun the bottle. This time, my eyes were on it. If they picked me, what would I do with her in the closet? I had already said I had no interest in her, but her behavior earlier left me both confused and maybe a little hopeful. The cap looked like it was about to stop on me, but it kept going until it pointed at the boy who had picked twice before.
“This is bullshit!” Steve cursed out loud.
The guy broke into laughter. Even I felt a bit bad for Steve. He just wanted to have reasons to get close to his girl, and now she was going to spin seven minutes in a pool house with another guy. Steve looked like he was going to bite something. I kept my mouth shut as Danielle was escorted into the pool house by the other man.
This time, the atmosphere became exceptionally weird. Steve had his arms crossed in front of him and was watching the pool house like a hawk. Meanwhile, the others were getting sick of marshmallows as well as this game. It had already been going on thirty minutes, and it was mostly waiting. They wanted to get back in the pool.
“Just one more round.” He practically seethed as he spoke through his teeth.
The door finally opened, and Danielle’s was red from head to toe. She also had her head low. Without even being asked, he held his fist up and then jacked it twice while using his tongue to push out his cheek. He was claiming Danielle sucked his dick. Steve visibly shook, but the other guys grabbed him.
“He’s joking.” One of them whispered.
“He made it up!” Said the other.
“Line up, boys. I’m next!” Stephanie declared.
No one could dwell on whether Danielle did or did not suck dick, because now it was Stephanie’s turn. None of the guys wanted to be picked by her. The previous four girls had come at the cost of her coming up. Yet, three of those girls had gone to the same guy, and the other had ended up being a dud. In other words, no one got an advantage but they all had to take a risk of ending up with Stephanie. Most of them hoped the guy who got the three could take one last one for the team, after all, he had already gone to third base with over half of the girls present by his admission.
She spun the bottle, and she used a lot of strength so it ended up spinning for a while. All the guys were muttering prayers under their breaths, prating it wasn’t them. The girls were watching with just as much interest. The bottle finally stopped, and it looked like my bad luck would continue.
“Fuck.” Why did it have to be me?