Chapter 112 – Good Girl

[Another horny chapter!]

Selene and I keep making out, our kisses getting progressively less refined and more desperate. Our tongues slide against each other in this aggressive dance, pulling and tugging and wrapping around each other.

The wet sounds of our mouths moving together fill the room. Lips smacking, tongues sliding, small gasps and breaths.

Bianca's still working on my neck from my other side, but she's turning up the intensity. I feel her teeth graze against my skin, a sharp, electrifying contrast to the softness of everything else. Then her tongue follows, warm and wet, licking the spot she just bit like she's soothing the sting. The sensation sends shivers down my spine.

She starts alternating: a gentle nibble, her teeth closing on my skin with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Followed by her tongue dragging slowly across the sensitive flesh, hot and wet and teasing. Then a soft kiss that somehow feels even more intimate than everything else combined, her lips lingering on my neck.

Each kiss leaves behind a trace of wetness that cools slightly in the air, and then she's moving to a new spot, starting the whole process over again.

The combination of sensations is completely scrambling my brain. I can smell both of them, Selene's sweet, fresh strawberry scent mixing with Bianca's deeper, richer cherry smell, both overlaid with something warm and feminine that I'm pretty sure is just them. It's intoxicating, making me light-headed. My brain is melting. These girls are literally driving me insane.

I start searching with my right hand, wrapping my arm around Bianca's back. My fingers trail down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt, and then I reach her ass. When my fingers make contact, I let out a small grunt of frustration. Fabric. Her shirt is covering it, hanging loose over those perfect curves.

Not fucking acceptable.

I need to feel it directly. Now.

I grab at her shirt, and it takes me a few tries to get the proper grip. My coordination is not at its peak when I'm making out with Selene and getting my neck absolutely destroyed by Bianca. But I finally manage to yank it upwards, pulling the fabric up over her ass. Then I reach down again, my hand sliding over the curve of her hip, and—

Holy shit.

The feeling of her bare skin is just outrageous. It's unbelievably soft, like I'm kneading the world's most perfect dough. My fingers sink deep into the pillowy flesh, and it gives completely under my grip, molding around my fingers like memory foam but better, softer. I can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the subtle texture, the way her flesh moves and shifts as I squeeze and knead.

Bianca ignores my groping, continuing to kiss and lick my neck like she's on a mission to map out every sensitive spot with her mouth.

Suddenly, an impulsive thought hits me. I stop kneading for a second, pulling my hand away, feeling the cool air on my palm where her warm skin was just a moment ago...

And I give Bianca's ass a firm slap, my palm connecting with her flesh with a satisfying smack. I feel the impact, the way her ass jiggles under my hand, the flesh rippling outward from the point of contact before bouncing back.

The fleshy smacking sound rings through the room, louder than I expected.

Bianca yelps.

It's the cutest fucking sound I've ever heard in my life.

I feel her shift beside me, her body pressing closer, and then she's leaning her head toward my ear. "Look at you getting all handsy.” She whispers. “Smacking my ass like you own it..." She pauses, and I can practically hear the smirk in her voice. "Fucking perv."

She gives my cheek a long, slow lick, her tongue dragging across my skin from my jaw up to my cheekbone, and I shudder from the sensation.

Then she's back on my neck, kissing and licking and biting.

I gently pull away from Selene, breaking the kiss slowly. Our lips separate with a soft, wet smacking sound.

She's beaming at me, her face flushed a deep pink. Her beautiful, doe-like eyes are sparkling with joy. "I love you so much!" she says happily, practically bouncing with joy even while lying down, which does absolutely incredible things to her chest.

I chuckle. Seeing the pure joy and love on her face is just too much. My heart does this weird squeezing thing that's probably not healthy. "I love you too. I love you so much."

I press another kiss on her lips, soft and sweet this time, just savoring the feeling of her mouth against mine. Then I slip my hand into her shorts, sliding past the waistband, over the smooth skin of her hip, and finally grabbing her bare ass without any fabric in the way.

Fuck. I love this. Her flesh is so elastic, firm but yielding, pushing back against my hand like the world's best stress ball. I squeeze, and I can feel the muscle underneath the soft outer layer, the way her ass bounces back against my palm with each grab.

Selene blushes even harder, and she snuggles into me, pressing her face against my shoulder.

I pull my neck away from Bianca's mouth (reluctantly, because what she's doing feels amazing), and tilt my head to look at her.

Her teal eyes are half-lidded, dark with desire. Her lips are slightly parted, swollen and red from kissing my neck. Her hair is messy, some strands stuck to her face with sweat. She looks absolutely fucking gorgeous.

I grin at her, then give her ass another firm smack, harder this time. She closes her eyes for a moment, her mouth falling open as she lets out a low moan that makes my cock throb painfully in my joggers.

"You're mine, Bianca," I tell her, my voice coming out rough and possessive. "You're this little perv's girl now."

"Fuck," she breathes, biting her lower lip hard enough that I worry she might draw blood. Her teal eyes lock onto mine with this intensity that makes my heart race, burning with heat. "Yeah? Well you're mine too, dumbass."

Then she presses forward, meeting my mouth with hers.

We make out almost desperately, pressing tight against each other. Our tongues are dancing around each other nonstop, sliding and twisting, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.

The kiss is messy and wet, all teeth and tongue and desperation.

We only separate when we're completely out of air, gasping against each other's lips.

"You two are so intense!" Selene giggles from behind me.

Then she whispers in my ear, her lips so close they brush against me as she speaks, "Love you so much, Adam~"

She starts alternating between whispering sweet things in my ear and kissing my face, leaving a trail of heat and wetness wherever she plants her lips.

We spend the rest of the night like this. I alternate between kissing Selene and Bianca, groping both of them with shameless enthusiasm. Selene's firm, elastic ass that bounces back against my palm. Bianca's softer, pillowy ass that molds around my fingers. Both are absolutely perfect in completely different ways.

I’m such a lucky bastard.

The room is filled with the sounds of our makeout session, wet kisses, quiet moans, the rustle of fabric as we shift against each other, the occasional smack when I slap one of their asses. My lips are getting swollen and sensitive, my jaw is starting to ache slightly, and my cock is painfully hard, throbbing insistently against the confines of my joggers. But I don't want to stop. I never want this to fucking end.

At some point, I lose track of time entirely. All I know is the warmth of their bodies pressed against mine, the taste of their mouths, the softness of their skin under my hands, the intoxicating mix of their scents.

But eventually, after what must be about an hour of this aggressive makeout session with both of my girlfriends, we start to calm down. The desperate energy mellows into something softer, more comfortable.

Selene is happily dozing on my chest now. My arm’s wrapped around her back, holding her close. I can feel her breathing slowly against me, the rise and fall of her massive breasts pressed against my side. Her hair is splayed across my chest, and I can smell that sweet strawberry scent with every breath I take.

I'm holding Bianca's hand in my free one, our fingers intertwined.

She kisses my neck again, gentle this time. Soft. Tender. Just a press of her lips against my skin, lingering there for a moment. "I love you, Adam."

There's this vulnerability in her voice that makes my chest tighten.

I smile, turning my head to kiss her hair. "Love you too."

We grow silent for a moment, content with just playing with each other's hands. I trace patterns on her palm, feeling the soft skin, the lines, the warmth.

"Hey..." Bianca starts, and there's something careful in her tone that immediately puts me on alert.

"What's up?" I ask.

"About today... that shit with the tanned asshole. I'm sorry."

"You already apologized for that," I say. "And I already told you it's fine."

"I know, but..." She shifts slightly, and I feel her body press more firmly against my side. "I just need you to know I wasn't actually going to do anything with that douchebag. I was just being a petty bitch because I was pissed."

I look down at her, and I can see the worry in her expression. Those teal eyes are searching my face for... something. Forgiveness, maybe. Understanding. "I know. I get it."

"I didn't even want to talk to him," she continues, like she needs to get it all out. "I just wanted to make you jealous. Which was fucked up."

I squeeze her hand, feeling her fingers tighten around mine. "Yeah, it was pretty fucked up. Made me feel like shit, honestly."

She flinches slightly.

"But I get why you did it," I continue. "You were angry. People do stupid shit when they're angry." I pause. "Just don't do that again, alright? Because next time I will actually get mad."

She nods against my chest. "I won't. I swear. I'd be pissed at myself if I did."

"Good girl," I murmur, kissing her hair again.

She looks up at me, eyes wide with surprise. A blush spreads across her pale cheeks. She just rolls her eyes, but I catch the small smile on her lips, the pleased expression she's trying to hide. She turns away quickly, settling back against my chest.

After a moment, Bianca gets up. She walks over to the light switch, and I take a moment to appreciate the view, the way her huge ass moves under her shirt, those thick pale thighs, the way her hips sway as she walks. Then she flicks off the light, plunging the room into darkness, and returns to bed.

She snuggles back into my chest, her breathing slowing down as she drifts toward sleep.

I look up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep yet. My mind is too active, replaying the events from earlier today.

Troy hitting on Selene in the morning. How he towered over me and called me "little man" with that condescending smirk. Talking with Selene in the library, how worried she was that I'd get beat up by Troy because I'm so much smaller. The incident at lunch, Troy calling me "pipsqueak.”

Fuck that douchebag.

I really haven't been thinking about my height recently. I mean, I've had more important things on my mind. But now, lying here in the dark, I realize that I don't want assholes like Troy to be able to look down on me. Literally or figuratively.

I open my system menu, the familiar blue screen appearing in my vision. I navigate to the shop, ready to redeem that appearance voucher I obtained ages ago.

Then I pause.

Wait.

Now that I'm thinking about it... I haven't gotten any cosmetic upgrades yet. The system gave me a better complexion from that quest reward, and it's accelerated my training through various upgrades. But it hasn't actually changed my appearance fundamentally.

Everything I've achieved: the better face, the improved body, the increased attractiveness. It all could have been achieved naturally, with hard work and more time.

The skincare routine I developed fixed my complexion. The combination of workouts and eating fewer calories improved my face shape and body. Even with the Optimized Body enhancement, I still had to put in the work. The system just made that work more efficient.

I didn't magically turn into a different person just because I have a system.

A weird thought hits me.

I look down at the two gorgeous girls in my arms.

Bianca and Selene love me... for me. They love this improved version of myself, yes, but it's a version that's better because I worked hard. It's not some artificial, system-generated Adam. It's just... me. The me that I built through my own effort.

Somehow... knowing that makes me deeply satisfied. Like, genuinely, weirdly happy.

Then I shake my head, turning back to the system.

Well... anyways. It's selfish, but I still want to be taller. Just so that Troy and assholes like him can't look down on me and address me as a pipsqueak anymore. Just so Selene doesn't have to worry about me getting my ass kicked because I'm smaller. Just so I can stand eye-to-eye with people instead of always having to look up.

I click on the height upgrade in my shop.

The familiar interface appears:

Redeem Minor Shop Voucher [Appearance]?

Body Enhancement: Enhance Height (1 Inch)

Do you wish to enhance your body now? The upgrade may take up to ten minutes to complete.

(Note: The user may feel a slight itch, and some pain during the upgrade)

[Yes] [No]

I mentally click yes.

Soon after, I feel sensations rippling through my whole body.

It starts with a slight tingling. Then there's an itch, not on the surface of my skin, but deeper, in my bones. And then there's a pull. Like my whole body is being stretched in every direction simultaneously. It's not quite painful, but it's definitely uncomfortable, like there are hooks attached to every part of me: my arms, my legs, my spine, my skin, all yanking outward, pulling everything longer.

I don’t move, not wanting to wake up Selene or Bianca.

The pulling sensation continues, this strange stretching feeling that makes me acutely aware of every bone in my body. Everything is being gently elongated, and my brain is struggling to process what the hell is happening.

But then, slowly, the sensations start to dissipate. The pulling eases, fading from intense to mild to barely noticeable.

And just like that, it's over.

I close my system interface. My eyes drift shut, and I let sleep take me.