After breakfast, I went with Rose to a training room to spar and loosen up my body after sleeping an entire day.

From my understanding, Hilda had severely lost her battle with Rose, who now held a dominance position among all the others. Hilda just hadn't been able to defeat the prophecy, or come up with any excuses for her killer vagina. She was basically permanently cucked until she could master that spell, and to be clear, not a lot of time had passed from her perspective since she started trying. The last thing I heard among the shouting was something like "Well, just know you won't ever have any privacy! I'll be Soul Spying everything!" being replied to with "Good. Enjoy what you see, cuckquean."

I think the knowledge Hilda would be watching just empowered Rose even further with a sense of dominance and superiority. Perhaps one could hardly blame her.

Anyway, we arrived at the training room along with Daiya, who insisted on 'observing' the proceedings. That was fine with me; I had more or less already gotten used to a tall, impassive queen shadowing me around. I doubted there was much about swordplay that would interest her, though.

Rose did her long, flowing hair into a ponytail and then lifted up her wooden sword. I lifted up mine as well, smirking on the inside. I still didn't know if the skill system applied to everyone, or whether any training Rose did would physically come back with her in the loop, but I did know that I had grinded for weeks while she hadn't. If I wasn't better than her by now, I would at least be on equal footing.

"Let's make this a game," I said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. If I win, you have to do one thing I say, no matter what it is. If you win, I have to do one thing you say, no matter what it is."

She lifted an eyebrow. "That sounds shockingly immature."

"But are you interested?"

"Absolutely."

She stepped forward, then did a slow, testing strike to measure if I was ready. I parried it easily, then gestured her forward with the universal sign for 'come at me bro.' She obliged.

The flurry of blows she unleashed was genuinely surprising. The sheer intensity and level of skill behind each slash among the storm indicated just how much she had been holding back on a regular basis during our previous sparring sessions. Whether she knew from the loops I had gotten a lot better or whether she just wanted to secure a swift victory was anyone's guess, but there was no holding back here. I had to use the full extent of my 85 One-Handed Blade levels, and every bit of DEX, just to endure the flurry while sending back some counters of my own.

It occurred to me that Rose might have been one of the best swordswomen on the entire planet, somehow. This level of skill was insane, and to be on par with me now even after all this time was downright abnormal. She was like a goddess of the blade.

"How did you get so strong?" I asked while parrying what felt like five slashes in a single second.

"Hard work and diligent prayer," she replied, keeping up the paladin act. Fuuuck off.

The flurry relented only when she took two telltale steps back. I immediately identified her as preparing to dash for the HIRU-NO-TSUKI technique. I took a deep breath; I had known she would use it, and planned my counter accordingly. I just hoped that theory would actually work in practice. It wasn't really something I could predict on my own.

She dashed forward. I feinted a slash to bait the jump, though it was hardly much of a meaningful feint since a slash all but prevented me from immediately turning my blade to face the ceiling, which would have prevented her from jumping (and earned me a swift stab to the throat). She leapt into the air, as expected, and unleashed an undodgeable slash, as expected. All hope was lost.

That is, if the laws of physics still applied to my dodging.

My head and neck contorted through space in an indescribable, non-Euclidean way. Rose's blade slashed through empty air, and she set foot onto the ground. After a pause, she turned, with a frown on her face.

"How did you do that?"

"Heir powers," I replied. Dodging Level 50's milestone, to be precise. "The laws of physics no longer apply to my dodging."

"Hrmm," she said. She paused for a moment, then shook her head and looked me over. "I suppose this may be a draw, then. You have gotten much, much better."

I bowed. "Your praise honors me, Paladin Rose."

"Hah hah." She looked down at the blade in her hand. "Too bad. I would have liked to have that moment of power."

"What would you have asked for?"

She flashed me a smile. "I will tell you if you tell me yours."

"No deal."

We laughed, both having known ahead of time neither of us were going to spill the beans. She walked over to me and stretched; it was a crafty move that showed off her curves beneath her light armor and put her close enough to me that the sweat she had worked up while training was impossible to ignore. Her growth as an individual was inspiring; she had gone from being embarrassed when she was sweaty to using her sweatiness as a tool of seduction, while implicitly stating "You wouldn't have to ask for sex, and neither would I." She spoke volumes simply through silent action; our communication had evolved, in a way only possible between those who understood each other on a deep level.

"I would like to duel as well," Daiya interjected.

I turned to look at her, resisting the urge I had felt to start making out with Rose then and there, hugging her sweaty, sexy body to me while consuming her soft lips. The urges to have sex were almost constant now, like an incessant buzz, but I didn't quite want to completely ignore people talking to me just to satisfy the buzz. "You know how to fight with a sword?"

She apathetically waved a hand. "I need no weapon."

"Er, okay. I'll jus—"

"And you will need a true weapon," she continued, inclining her head to the metal blades lined up in a stand. She had a point. This wooden blade would shatter into splinters on contact with her.

I walked over and grabbed a random steel broadsword or something. I swung it in the air a few times to get a feel for it, then walked back to the sparring area. Daiya made no move to tie her hair into a ponytail or even change out of her ornate dress. All she did was extend an arm with an impassively hanging wrist.

"Uh...?"

"You may make the first strike," she said, pulling back the sleeve and exposing her bare arm.

"Okay..."

She wanted me to chop off her arm for some reason? That was kind of fucking crazy, but who was I to judge? Sometimes you just got tired of having an arm and wanted someone to chop it off. This was an actual real thing, I think it was called 'body integrity dysphoria' wherein someone felt wrong without being crippled, like phantom pain except it was the real pain of your continued existence as a whole person. Well, I wasn't about to be prejudicial and judge Daiya for wanting her arm chopped off.

I obliged her request and swung my blade down in a deadly crushing blow. The blade plummeted onto her bare arm like a comet, and... the steel blade shattered into a million tiny pieces, the shrapnel of which left glancing cuts across my hand and arms.

"What?" I said aloud, and before I could even think about saying anything else, a powerful telekinetic blast sent me flying through the air while spinning. Daiya hadn't even moved. Through the sheer power of her mind, I had been blasted away at such a speed my body was cartwheeling through the air.

Luckily, I managed to land my feet against the wall, then kind of jump off it in a flip to end up in a standing position. I looked down at my hand. It had an empty sword hilt, and was covered in blood. Hmm.

"Okay, you win," I said, walking back over. I could probably win through some magic trickery, but not in a fair spar, which was the point. Daiya narrowly inclined her head in acknowledgment; no smile interrupted the perpetual, apathetic frown of her face. I often found myself watching her full, black lips in hopes of seeing them twitch even the slightest, but no luck so far.

They did open when she spoke, though. "And you are now bound to one of my orders?" she asked. In other words, "Does your deal with Rose apply to me as well?"

I paused. I kind of wanted to say no, but that would be extremely not-chad, so it wasn't even an option. "Yeah, sure. You won fair and square. That magic was pretty incredible, by the way. Gems are really something else. Glad to have you on our side now."

Love Point Gained! Daiya +1

Milestone Reached! Budding Crush has become Crush!

The growing strength of your relationship has formed a bond between your souls. It is weak now, but may grow if it is given care.

Okay, I had to confess. I said that semi-romantic line on purpose for this exact reason. I was starting to wonder if I could just speedrun Daiya's romance arc by being honest and readily forthcoming with any praise. This wasn't the mindset I had when trying to 'manipulate' Hilda into loving me; rather, I recognized a casual relationship between honest praise and love point gains, but did not view acting accordingly to be manipulation. Daiya felt how she wanted to feel. I said what I wanted to say. To behave any other way would be dishonest, and being dishonest in an attempt to avoid 'manipulation' would be missing the entire point.

In a way, I kind of even felt that meta-knowledge for this kind of thing was inherently poisonous. It was like a thousand voices telling you to be dishonest with your behavior, be it for personal gain or to avoid conflicting with some arbitrary moral rule. When in reality, the only thing that mattered was being honest with yourself, and doing what you actually wanted to do, meta knowledge be damned. One of my favorite quotes from any work of fiction was the simple statement that "The deeper you think about human relationships, the more messed up your brain gets," because it's really true. The deeper you think about the meta, and the more you try to either play the metagame or avoid the metagame, the more messed up you get. The answer, always, is much more simple: be honest, and follow your heart. But be open to any constructive criticism you might receive while doing so.

So, in conclusion, I was readily praising Daiya, but didn't think of it as manipulation despite knowing it was rapidly increasing her love points. It was just what I wanted to do. She could feel about it how she liked, and it wasn't my place to try to influence that. The metagame was for virgins.

(Also, I elected not to comment on how bizarre it was for the system text to say Daiya had a "crush" on me. Like, this massive stone golem incapable of love with a resting bitch face that would make a child cry sure does not seem like she has a "crush" on me, or would ever have a "crush" on anyone. Maybe it was a joke and she was literally going to crush me beneath her fists of pure stone.)

"Hrm," Daiya murmured. "I will have to think about this."

"You do that. Rose, want to..." I glanced her way. She was frowning. Who could blame her, really? We just had that romantic moment about keeping our requests secret, then Daiya strutted in and instantly blasted me away with telekinetic energy. In a way, she had just been cucked hard. Perhaps this was the universe punishing her for cucking Hilda. This brought forth troubling questions of whether harems were just a cycle of girls cucking each other, creating some kind of stable cuck equilibrium through the cycle of cucking, but that was a theory which would require a lot of math to prove. "Want to continue sparring...?" I asked, trailing off.

She shook her head. "Perhaps tomorrow. I must get caught up on current affairs before we leave for the Beastkin kingdom," she said, then moved to leave the room. She undid her ponytail as she walked, and finished just as she passed by me, such that her hair brushed against me upon bursting free of its binding. The sweet smell of her hair mixed with the intoxicating allure of her sweat and went straight up my nose to my brain, hitting me with an immediate urge to drop everything and just fuck her like crazy. That was, of course, exactly her plan. She tactically let her hair down to do exactly this. It was her little counter for Daiya; an exertion of control, a reminder that her territory in the bed was as strongly held as ever.

I let her go without acting upon the urges. First of all, I didn't want to succumb to the ever-increasing urge to fuck constantly, and second of all, when it came to inter-harem political maneuvers like this, it was best to let acts of military aggression stand unchallenged rather than risk all-out war.

Once she was gone, Daiya and I resumed "sparring", which was really more like me practicing resisting her telekinetic blasts. She stood mostly still with a bored look on her face while blasting me away over and over. I gradually got more used to dealing with the telekinesis, such that I could more properly keep my footing and only get blasted backwards without ending up flipping through the air. Magic Barrier and other traditional forms of magic blocking did nothing; her psychic powers seemed to exist outside of the Arcanas. Either way, it was obvious why Gems had such total control. She was, of course, not attacking me directly. She was just emitting a general force blast. If she formed her psychic energy like a spear and stabbed it through my throat, I would be dead instantly. Add on her seemingly invulnerable rock body to that, and Daiya was insanely powerful. I had honestly kind of glossed over the whole "millennia-old matriarch who maintained an iron grip on power through immense psychic energies" part of her backstory, but I was feeling it now. She wasn't literally unkillable, since all Medea had to do was acquire a mind-dampening helmet or whatever and have her most trusted advisor slip it onto her head while she was meditating in her half-asleep state such that she could be dunked into a vat of acid and slowly dissolved over a full entire day, but that wasn't entirely reasonable to do in the middle of battle.

"So," I said, after what might have been hours of that. "Can dwarves feel love?" I asked. Not much else to talk about during a break.

Daiya inspected me, her resting bitch-queen face as apathetic as ever. I felt like that description was wearing its welcome, but that just went to show how utterly unchanging her slightly narrowed eyes and slightly frowning lips were.

"No," she finally said. "We have no conception of love, nor the processes by which to feel it."

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"I see. Just out of curiosity, have you been feeling a strange warmth in your chest lately, something you cannot understand or properly describe?"

Silence. Eventually, she rested a hand on her chest. "I admit that you have keener insight than I thought. There has been a troubling warmth. It is what spurs my interest in you. I find myself questioning if this is..." she trailed off in thought.

"Yeah?"

"I find myself questioning if this inexplicable warmth is the human emotion you call friendship."

"Friendship isn't an emotion."

Silence.

"I mean, if it's anything..." I stepped forward and placed a hand on the smooth chest of Daiya's robes. "It would be the human emotion we call love. I know, because I feel the same thing."

Love Point Gained! Daiya +1

Admittedly, despite my refusal to consider this manipulation, there were some ethical concerns here. Somehow, Daiya was feeling human emotions that her species was not supposed to be capable of feeling or understanding at all. She was a rock without a heart, and yet a fire burned where her heart would have been. Nothing could have prepared her for this. Her society and culture was literally not equipped to handle it. My human heroism had done a colonialism on her stony soul, and now she was culturally appropriating the very concept of love from me.

In short, she was vulnerable and confused, despite her millennia of experience being a stone cold queen; she was utterly defenseless to all forms of romance, and had no way of knowing how to control the fire within her. My words and actions just stoked the flame, and by the time she really understood what was happening, the love would already be an all-consuming inferno that burned up any concerns she might have felt. She was no rock now; she was putty within my hands.

Which, like I said, was somewhat ethically concerning. But I couldn't let myself sweat it too much. Inexperienced with love or not, she was still a strong, independent woman with thousands of years experience ruling a dictatorship with an iron fist. She could make her own decisions.

She inclined her head slightly, breaking the silence. "I must think on this," she said, before regally walking out of the room. I watched her go.

This was, to be honest, slightly bemusing. When I first heard of dwarvish culture, I had been pumped to all hell by the revelation that their queen was an asexual aromantic mana-formed rock that was incapable of love and entirely uninterested in sex, but it looked like now only half of that was true. What exactly would happen when an unstoppable rock (love) hit an immovable object (inability to feel love)? The answer, it seemed, was that when you took abstract concepts and applied them to reality, the immovable object turned out to be quite movable after all. I never expected to literally grant an entire species the concept of love, but there you go.

At least she was still asexual and her smooth crotch would prevent that from ever going anywhere.

It was lunch time, in any case. I wiped my sweat off with a towel, regretting that no one could see how STRONG I looked while wiping the sweat off my bare muscles. If only Sophia were here. She, at least, shared my love of sweat and all the natural smells the body made.

I went back to the meeting room-slash-dining room and found everyone else already there, except Daiya, who didn't need to eat normal food anyway, and Hilda, who was probably too mad to be around Rose. I took my seat from before, and Sophia slipped under the table.

"Learn anything interesting?" I asked Rose. She was looking over something that resembled a newspaper.

"Not much. All is quiet in Penndrack; there's a rogue assassin in Koh'rin that has killed hundreds in a bizarre serial murder spree; and the Beastkin Empire continues to suffer from a variety of natural ailments as they have been for some time now. I suppose the only truly interesting thing is the demon sightings."

"Demon sightings?" I asked.

"Yes. There have been demon agents spotted across what seems to be every major city in the continent. Combined with Princess Xetrathia moving troops throughout the Demon Realm while the soon-to-be Prince Aeneas engages in secret training exercises, it seems obvious something big might be happening soon."

"Xetrathia? Aeneas?"

Rose waved a hand. "They are Demon royalty. Raised as childhood friends, one a princess, and one the son of a famous demon general. Betrothed for years, but the marriage itself has been postponed until the Demon King either emerges from his Long Silence or is confirmed dead. Quite an unfortunate situation for the two of them, or perhaps fortunate considering the circumstances."

"I was more concerned about the troops they're mobilizing, but okay."

"We will want to finish up this beastkin matter and move to the Demon Realm swiftly. I suspect we only have a month or so until they begin whatever their plan is."

"Maybe we could go there first instead of going to the beastkin kingdom?" I asked hopefully.

"No," Rose replied. "The Demon Realm is an incredibly dangerous and hostile place. We will want the Beastkin Empire's backing before we dare venture forth."

"Drat."

"You would not want to hasten your visit, my dear Heir," Medea intoned from beside me. "It is a terribly foul and evil place. I loathe that you are bound to go there."

"Me too, Medea. Me too."

Food was set in front of us by attendants, and we began eating. Our conversation continued, though the loud wet splashing (of our soup) and the incessant sucking (of the soup into our mouths) made it sometimes difficult to hear each other.

"So, since it's coming up soon... How do you think I'll do at the beastkin ceremony?" I asked, speaking up to be heard over the loud slurping.

Rose shrugged. "Your time loop should trivialize it, as it does most obstacles. A normal man would surely be broken beneath the unthinkable task of defeating a chosen warrior from each of the Seven member states in a row, but all you will need to do is continue trying until you win. You will get stronger each time, learn their weaknesses, and then inevitably succeed. It should be much easier than the hell dungeon was."

"Great. And the seven members were, uh... Dragons, avians, cats, dogs, bovines, bunnies, and d—... Ah, what was it? D, D... It starts with a D, I know. Something with a D. Some kind of animal that starts with a D."

"Are you thinking of the d—" Rose began, but I interrupted her with a hand.

"No, no, don't tell me. I want to remember on my own. D, D, D..."

"Suit yourself," Rose said with a shrug.

Medea frowned, wrinkling her cute nose as I tried to remember. "Beastkin," she spat. "Foul creatures. Unholy. Born from evil wedlock between humans and animals. My one solace amid their continued existence is the suffering that plagues their empire."

I cringed slightly. Racism was never cool.

"Medea, I'm not sure that's the right attitude to have."

"They must be purged by your holy light!" she declared.

"No."

"Aw." She frowned sadly. "Could you at least kill their champions in the ceremony to weaken their bloodlines into perpetuity?"

"Now that, maybe."

She lit up and clasped her hands together in a prayer of gratitude. It hit me after a second that she was literally praying to me, even though I was right here. Was this how God felt while ignoring the suffering of poor people? Who knew that the problem of theodicy was so simple in the end.

Sophia staggered back up onto her seat, licking her lips before wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse. She looked down at the bowl of soup in front of her and pushed it away; she already had all the protein she needed.

From there the meal was mostly uneventful, aside from me slipping on spilled soup upon trying to get out of my chair. I managed to catch myself before tumbling over, thankfully.

Rose went back to our room (yes, it was 'our' room now) while Sophia and I went to the training room. I didn't really have much else to do but train up stats, and Medea was busy de-brainwashing dwarves. Sparring with Daiya and/or Rose in the morning then training with Sophia in the afternoon seemed pretty efficient. Maybe some breaks to spend one on one time with Daiya to see where that went.

"You really need to find magical super-absorbent panties," I said to Sophia on the way.

She scowled and looked away. "It's not my fault. Blame yourself for smelling so bad."

That had to be, like, peak tsundere, right? You couldn't get more double-think than that. "I-It's not my fault your cock smells so amazing a flood of love juice pours from my pussy just from being near it! I don't like it or anything, you big dummy!" Yeah OK.

We reached the sparring hall and started shooting arrows to get my Archery skill up. The Archery Level 50 milestone seemed like a decent target, and maybe actually bothering to raise Throwing Weapons ever would be smart.

"No, no! You're doing it all wrong!" Sophia fumed. Apparently my bow form was terrible.

"How so? Can you show me?"

"Hmph. You need to put your arms like this," she said, walking behind me and trying to put her hands over mine to force them into the proper position. Sadly for her, she was very small, and luckily for me, I was very broad-shouldered, so she couldn't actually reach all the way around my shoulders. She ended up just kind of hugging my ripped as hell back. "Geez! Why are you humans so stupid and big?!" she eventually said, giving up after only a little joyful sighing and wiggling.

"Sorry. I don't really think my form matters too much, though. It'll probably magically correct itself if I just keep practicing mundane actions."

Having walked back to stand beside me, she gave me a baffled look. "Are you dumb? Why would it ever work like that?"

I shrugged. "Call it a hunch."

Ultimately, I got fifteen levels in Archery through practicing with Sophia throughout the afternoon. That was 30 base attribute points in both STR and DEX, which equated to around 200 points in both thanks to my level. Not too shabby, and the milestone bonus was just ten more levels away.

We walked back to our room after grabbing a small dinner, with Sophia looking pretty smug. She attributed all of my growth in Archery to herself, not really questioning how insanely godlike she would need to be as a teacher for me to visibly improve so much in a single afternoon. It was all Heir shit, baby.

We reached the door. I opened it and immediately saw Rose on the bed. She was reclining on the bed's back board and reading a book, but what stood out was the fact she was wearing nothing but a tightly fitting tank top and crimson red panties. It was, if I had to be honest, the absolutely sexiest getup I had ever seen. And she wasn't even trying. She was just that naturally hot. It was easy to forget how long and sexy her legs were until they were laid out bare for you to feast your eyes upon, and her boobs straining against her tank top begged me to free them and devour the feast within.

Rose shut her book. I saw an ever-so slight smile of confidence on her face. "Finished already?"

"Yeah," I said. Sophia was scowling too hard to answer, and went off to get changed into her bedclothes. I myself just started stripping; I had no bed clothes aside from my boxers.

If it hadn't been before, the chad energy was certainly flowing through me now. This was not Rose and Sophia sneaking into my bed while I slept. This was Rose waiting for me in bed, Sophia walking with me to bed, and then all of us more or less openly getting naked in front of each other. In a way, though, it was startlingly not sexual. Like yeah, there was sexual energy in the air, but it was more just like... being completely comfortable with them. Completely trusting them, and them completely trusting me. There were no walls between our hearts. No shame, no embarrassment, no hiding. We were bonded down to our very souls, deeply in love, and we simply weren't trying to pretend otherwise in the privacy of our own shared room.

"Excellent. We can move directly into tonight's therapy session, then," Rose said. She bent forward, wrapped two fingers around the slender loops of her panties, and pulled them down over her legs at an intentionally slow speed. Therapy indeed.

"Not really sure if you need to call it therapy," I noted.

"Oh, but I do. This is an important step towards tearing down your trauma and normalizing healthy sex within your life."

Look. Obviously, I always had a vague idea what was going on in Rose's head. Our conversation in the dead box down in the dungeon made her feelings blatantly clear, and the subsequent Obsession she developed obviously had included an obsessive urge to fuck me. She was, at this point, a complete slut for my cock. All my dreams of a pure, normal Rose had shattered and been replaced with her roleplaying a therapist to ensure nightly fuck sessions. At least twenty percent of her mind was dedicated at all times to thinking of ways to fuck me, or fantasizing said fuck sessions. It was a big part of her.

I didn't entirely know how to feel about that. On the one hand, it would be hypocritical of me to really be judgmental. More of my thoughts were dedicated to thoughts of fucking her than I would care to admit, ever since I first saw her. On the other hand, the transformation was obvious. Rose had been a virgin before she met me, and now she was one of the biggest cocksluts I had ever seen in my life, though she did a better job hiding it than Sophia or Medea. It always came back to the same question.

What was the nature of love? Was her lust natural, or artificial?

Honestly, though. It didn't matter. It really didn't. Nobody would ever understand the nature of love. It was a philosophical problem; one born of language, not founded in empirical processes, but in how our minds interacted with the world. Love would not be solved before the hard problem of consciousness had been solved, and by then we would no longer be human at all.

What did matter was actions. How we chose to interpret the world, and what we did with the knowledge we had. And I chose not to take pointlessly negative attitudes based on unsubstantiated conclusions based on unknowable factors. At the end of the day, I wanted to fuck, she wanted to fuck, we loved each other, and that was that. It did not matter what the nature of love was, as long as we felt it and knew what to do with it. It was the same as questioning whether love in real life was "real" or if it was just chemical processes. We would never really have a meaningful answer to that while humans were still humans. Might as well just go with it.

And so I did. As Sophia dragged over her usual chair, I climbed into bed on top of Rose. She elected to keep her tank top on, perhaps for emphasis. Her nipples were now hard enough to visibly poke against it, and a wet stain was forming on the bed beneath her crotch. We kissed briefly, but neither of us could wait long. I took out my dick, pressed it against her soaked pussy lips, and then thrust forw-

NGHUIHOH HOLY SHIT!

I nearly came instantly. What the fuck. The pleasure blasted through my mind like an atomic bomb. My body shook like I was being electrocuted, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Just from insertion! Somehow, Rose's pussy just felt that good. I didn't understand. It took all my willpower and all my focus to not just cum instantly. I felt like my mind was breaking. I felt like roaring waves of water weighing trillions of tons were smashing against the dam of my mind. I felt like stars were exploding in my brain. I felt like my very being was dying, consumed by the pleasure.

It was all I could do to race for solutions to this. It was all I could do to figure out the cause. Some words drifted through my mind. Cum Control, deactivate. Ah! Ah! You fuck! You tricky fuck!

CUM CONTROL, ACTIVATE! I shouted in my mind, and instantly, the storm calmed. It was manageable. I could think. The pleasure was there, the warm, pulsing delight of wet walls clinging happily to my dick, but it wasn't all-consuming and all-destroying.

I looked down at our conjoined crotches in disbelief. Was that how Cum Control worked? It gave me the maximum pleasure I could handle without being overwhelmed with the urge to cum instantly? And without it, I was exposed completely bare to the raw power of the female pussy?

I looked up at Rose. She had her eyes closed with a smile as she basked in the feeling of me being inside of her. I... Surely the lack of Cum Control hadn't been affecting her. Did she feel, as a matter of course, the brain-splitting pleasure that had nearly destroyed my sense of self? That couldn't be. No way would she be able to maintain any semblance of composure. She would be orgasming constantly, and the next day her sense of self would have been completely destroyed. It was just that overwhelming. It was like every pleasure nerve on the body being activated at full power simultaneously.

The only conclusion I could make was that Sex 100 was strong enough to, potentially, maximize the pleasure from sex in a literal sense. Simple insertion could make us both feel better than we ever had in our entire lives. But this was so overwhelming and soul-destroying it had limits. Maybe there was like "Female Cum Control" or something that when turned on that gave the girls I slept with the ideal amount of pleasure for their sex experience as well. And if I were to turn it off, they would shatter like glass beneath the pleasure.

I couldn't believe sex had been gamified to such an extent, but well, it was comforting either way. At least now I knew that every sexual encounter was perfect for both of us, and if we ever wanted to go further at the risk of destroying our minds, the option was there.

The rest of the sex was pretty similar to last time. Rose getting increasingly sweaty and disheveled while trying not to show just how slutty her honest reactions were, then all her defenses crumbling upon getting an injection of semen directly into the womb. This was maybe a premature statement, but Rose's intellectual and calm expression being replaced with a tongue-hanging ahegao as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her painfully erect nipples all but poked right through her tank top was perhaps the hottest possible thing. It came at the cost of the lower half of the bed being soaked through with juices from her squirting orgasms, but that was a cost I was more than willing to pay.

The ritual was completed when I got out of bed, leaving Rose twitching happily, and allowed Sophia to suck my dick while masturbating. Her third and final blowjob of the day was something one might call a 'cleaning blowjob', where she licked and sucked up the cum and love juice stuck to my dick before I went to sleep. She even sucked on the tip to get out anything still in the urethra. One might have questioned whether she found it humiliating to lick up Rose's juices after watching us fuck, but if anything that just turned Sophia on more, I think. Suddenly, I realized. That was why family dogs were always watching their owners having sex. That was a hell of a mystery that- yeah yeah.

Anyway. I got into bed and put the covers over Rose and I. She had drifted off to sleep while Sophia and I did our thing. I turned to the right to look at the side of her sleeping face, and stroked the smooth skin of her lower stomach. We weren't using protection, naturally. Condoms were basically NTR and letting the plastic fuck the girl in your place. But putting that rant aside for now, Rose was clearly intent on having raw sex every night. She was poorly disguising it as therapy sessions, and then beneath that there was the 'hidden cockslut' layer, but those were both just red herrings. In my eyes, her true intentions were one layer deeper. She wanted my children. She wanted to have sex every night in part to ensure a swift pregnancy. That was just a guess, but it felt true.

I didn't mind, though. When I beat her in a sparring match, I would ask her to marry me. She would probably ask the same thing if she won. But it was a stalemate for now, and neither of us would lose on purpose. Was it empty pride, or just an attachment to symbolic gestures? Who knew. It was anybody's guess. But I could say one thing for sure: I was going to be the one to beat her, not the other way around.