Chapter 4 - Level 2: Ramping Up

Here in my local Starbucks, just bought this new cup of coffee here. It’s fun to visit new places here in Beverly Hills. But you know what I like more than overpriced drinks? Knowledge.




Jokes aside, it’s actually really bad. I’m more of a tea guy myself to be honest. Sliding the coffee a bit away from me, I scooted my chair back and pulled out my phone, sliding down into a slump. I used a hand to cover the screen discretely as I opened Offline.exe to see if anything had changed. Unfortunately, the requirement was still there, as taunting as ever. 




Go to a cafe and wait for a certain person (0/1)




This was for the first level of the Change tree. When I tapped on it, this is what the app had to say:




"Change: The ability to manipulate people's minds, feelings, and personality. Is there anyone in particular you'd like to see subjected to these effects?"




I have a little bit of a theory at the moment: The opening missions for this app so far all follow a similar layout. Even though the bottom two missions and rewards are blurred out, I can see that there are a total of three objectives. This first one seems pretty similar to the previous one, move to a spot and meet someone. I’m assuming that I’ll meet another streamer here, maybe? My current compendium was looking rather empty after all, with only Aria and Jaime marked down in the catalog. I looked around this part of the app. A flashing sign on the top right read “Rewards Available!” 




Interesting. I opened it and a drop-down menu appeared, having rows with requirements and rewards on it. At the top were two that I’ve completed.




Mark one OTV Member in the compendium (1/1) 




Reward: Tier System




Get two OTV Members to Tier 1 (2/2) 




Reward: Description




I guess these modified the compendium in some way? I haphazardly tapped on Jaime’s picture to see what info would pop up. 




iGumdrop (Tier 1)

Jaime Tan

25 Years Old, Malaysian-Taiwanese

Relationship: Strangers

Kinks: Gangbang, Bondage, Domination




Description:

A petite streamer with an affinity for cooking and editing. She hosts a variety of streams and has a carefully distanced relationship with her viewers. She holds the idea that revealing that she has a boyfriend will diminish her viewership.




Kinks? Description? That’s different. Looks like Jaime has some pretty slutty fetishes. I’ll try some of them out the next time I meet her. The description is whatever, but it could be a neat refresher for some streamers I don’t regularly watch. The last part is interesting though, that part doesn’t sound like it’s ripped off of a website or anything. The tier next to her name had a pop-up square on it, so I tapped it for more information.




Tier 1

Requirement: Have intercourse with them.

Reward: List of Kinks




Tier 2

Requirements: Have them fall in love with you.

Reward: Status Updates




Tier 3

Requirements: Have them completely subservient to you.

Reward: Observer




Huh, I guess the compendium does have some uses after all. I brushed it aside before because it just regurgitated the same information I could find on a wiki, but this is actually useful now. I mean, the requirements are pretty steep, but I guess the app doesn’t care about if I abuse the skills I get to fill some of them out since it would be pretty impossible otherwise. 




I moved my arms behind my back and over my head, stretching carelessly, before feeling a solid object connect with my knuckle. 




“Eep!”




A female voice rang clearly in the air. Ah shit, I bumped into someone. I swiveled out of my chair, turning around quickly.




“Oh god, I’m sorry! Let me… help you…”




My words died in my throat as I paused for a moment of recognition. I feel like I’ve seen this woman before somewhere. She was rather short and thin, with long, black hair. A dainty array of make-up adorned her face. Not bothering to look over at me, she dabbed at the stain on her dress with a napkin.




“No you’re good, I should’ve looked at where I was going,” she hastily responded. 




Hold on, this was another streamer I’m pretty sure. Well, regardless, unless she was able to tell the future, the fault lied entirely with me. I moved up to her and started to try cleaning some of the spill with my own cloth.




“It was completely my fault, let me–”




She flinched as I approached, pushing my back.




“No!” She shouted apprehensively. I stood there, still and awkward. Was it just me, or was there a small flash of disgust that briefly appeared on her face when her brows furrowed? A small hush fell over the general area. Noticing the staring of eyes all around, she let out a small, forced laugh. “I’m fine, really. I don’t even really like this shirt.” She pinched the collar and propped it out as though it were a cheap material. 




I wasn’t even sure what to say. “Oh… well. Do you want me to cover the costs?”




“Yeah like someone like you could do that.”




“Sorry?” I looked at her blankly. I had to have misheard that, right?




“I couldn’t let you do that,” she spoke up louder. “I’m fine, ok?” 




Well, there wasn’t much for me to do in this spot. I just shut my mouth and hesitantly returned to my seat, glancing back at her a couple of times on the way down to make sure everything was fine. The woman paid me no mind at all, simply cleaning herself off, and then walking off. 




Well, that was strange. I slowly brought my phone out, still second-guessing whether everything was ok or not, and checked the screen. A new notification flashed.




“Task Complete: Collect your rewards now!”




That was who I was waiting for? I didn’t even introduce myself or learn her name or anything! Well, I’m not going to complain I guess. Let’s check out the new ability.




Twist: #### # ###### ## #### ######## ## ### ######## ## #### #### ### ########




Huh? The ability was unlocked but the description’s blurred out. I moved over to the skills tab of the app and clicked it again to see if anything would change. It was blurred out there as well. Tapping on Pause, I could see that it was working as intended, giving me the same description I saw when I first unlocked it. But this one was different for some reason.




Well, regardless, I should still be able to use it. All I really have going for me in terms of knowing what it does is the fact that this ability should have something to do with mind manipulation and the fact that it’s called twist. Not a very fun-sounding name, to be frank. I mean, hopefully nothing too bad should happen here. I’m gonna pray that the scenario I have in my mind of activating the ability and just crushing someone isn’t going to come to fruition. 




“Excuse me,” I called out to one of the waitresses, “Could you help me with something?”




“Yes?” She walked over with a smile on her face. I felt kind of bad about loitering around the coffee shop for so long so I made sure to tip her a pretty good amount. Well, let’s do it. I mentally willed for it to apply to her the same way I willed for time to stop and, as though reading my subconscious, something had happened. I felt something internal sliding, like a metal block on top of a seesaw. It didn’t move very much. I stared back at her, seeing if anything changed. She just looked back at the counter where customers were beginning to line up. When she responded, I thought she sounded slightly irritated.




“Can I help you? I’ve got other things to be doing.” She was already beginning to drift away. 




“Oh sorry, I was just going to ask about uh,” I stammered as I struggled to come up with something. Nothing came to mind. “Nevermind, sorry.”




She sighed and walked back to behind the counter.




Well, that was completely unhelpful. Maybe I just needed to do the second mission to unlock the description, that sounds right, yeah? The bulletin board had the first task still beaming, but now I could see the second task flashing into existence.




Using Twist, advance to Tier 1 with an OfflineTV & Friends streamer. (0/1)




I squinted at it. How the fuck was I supposed to use Twist to do anything, let alone use it to have sex, which is the precondition for getting to Tier 1, when I have no clue what it does?




The thought bounced in my head for the next hour as I packed up my stuff to go back to my apartment. Going up the elevator to my room, an idea sprouted in my mind. Maybe the ability only worked on people who were a part of OfflineTV? I could maybe test it on Aria even though I was already at Tier 1 with her. 




I walked down the hallway to her door, knocking on it. A couple of seconds later, the door swung open to reveal an absolutely stunning Aria. She was always stunning, to be fair. She was in casual clothes, consisting of a pair of incredibly short shorts and a crop top.




“Oh wow.” I paused, flushed. Did I really just say that out loud?




Aria laughed. She leaned against the doorframe, looking at me with her head cocked. If I was lost in thought before, I was completely mesmerized now. Before we get to business, let’s have a quick bit of fun. She opened her mouth to speak.




* tick *




I pulled her blouse down, letting her tits fall out. Damn, she was going braless today. I glanced up at her briefly, and as I expected, she was as still as a statue. It’s been only a week since I’ve gotten Pause so it still makes me nervous to use it. Ensuring that everything was as expected, I gave her a few quick gropes before putting her blouse back. To really satisfy myself, I slapped her ass once and gave it a squeeze. Then I stepped back to where I was. Can’t be doing too much or else she’ll be in for a nastily pleasant surprise when I commence time again. Was the blouse string resting on her shoulder or not? My focus was drawn elsewhere. Eh, it doesn’t matter.




* tock *




“What’s–” Aria shuddered for a moment, as though a chill ran down her spine. She looked down for a moment while shivering, before looking back up at me, face flushed red. Then, a high-pitched whine emitted from her as she straightened up. As she made eye contact with me, it appeared a couple of ideas came into her mind. 




“...up? Are you trying to link up?” She bit her lip, clearly horny. My raging erection held the answer to that question already, but first things first. Gotta test out Twist. Pensive, I used it on her.




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I felt woozy for a moment as a tremendous sliding feeling washed over my body. It felt like I was going down a very steep slide. As my eyes refocused on Aria, I waited to see if anything would happen. One second, two, five passed and nothing changed. Ironic. 




I sighed. Well, back to the drawing board. 




“Coming in?” Aria purred. 




Things weren’t all bad , I thought as I grinned. “Hell yeah.” Aria smiled back at me. She seductively walked forward, placing one leg in from of the other in a sexily exaggerated criss-cross manner, before placing her hands on the door handle. She then slammed it shut on me, and I soon heard a lock click.




What.




I stood there in shock. Was that Twist? It makes them… hate me? That’s ridiculous! But thinking about it for a moment, what did the waitress and Aria have in common after I used it? They suddenly became rude and reclusive, avoiding me. This makes no sense, how does this have anything to do with the name of the ability?




Also, more importantly, what on earth am I supposed to do with an ability that makes people detest me? Don’t get me wrong, I love it as much as the next guy when a hot woman dominates me, but I don’t quite think this ability is going to grant me that. 




My arms slumped as I retreated to my place. Keys fumbling in my hand, I sighed. Maybe I should just do the first mission again. It’s not like there’s a limit. I probably just partially did it, which is why it gave me the ability but not the description. It doesn’t really make sense from a design perspective, but I don’t really have another choice. 




I washed up, ate, and got into bed. I opened up Twitch. For a while now, I’ve had fairly bad sleep problems, and I’ve found that the best solution was to just put a stream on to listen while I drift away. I scrolled through the explore page, looking for someone who wasn’t doing too much, before settling on a woman streaming a rage game. Should be fun. I shut off my phone and lay down, letting the voice echo in my room.




“WHAT! WHAT! THAT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN STAND ON?”




I jumped at the sudden noise. But as my heart raced for a moment, I swore I recognized that voice. Looking over at the stream, it dawned on me. This was the woman I met at the cafe! Emiru, was it?




Hold on, since I saw her earlier, shouldn’t she be in my compendium? I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I pulled her file open.




Emiru (Tier 0)

Emily Schunk

25 Years Old, Chinese-German

Relationship: Strangers (0/4)




Description:

A pretty streamer that plays a myriad of difficult games. She has very popular cosplays and holds an average online followership despite finding her viewers disgusting.




This is cool and all, but I’m not exactly sure what to do with this information. I met her purely coincidentally at a coffee shop and, even though I do have the ability to stop time, I’m not exactly about to go searching through the entirety of LA to find her (although I had contemplated it upon watching a Hyoon stream where she was looking particularly mouthwatering). I’d just have to pray that Emiru likes her coffee enough to the point where she’d get it again.




—




Is it really stalking if you don’t actually know their day-to-day schedule? For those of you who don’t understand that this is a satirical question and are genuinely contemplating the answer, yes, it is. Call me a stalker then. I’ve been back to this cafe without much success. Honestly, you could consider it a full-time job, the way I was cooped up here from opening to closing. I rushed over so early that I didn’t even have time to charge my phone from leaving Emiru’s stream on all night. The workers didn’t seem to mind so much, though, after I tipped them more than they make in a day (I’m rich, remember?).




The sun slowly fell behind its mountainous covers as the hours drew to a finish. I was beginning to lose hope as the dusk of my day approached. The cafe was nearly deserted at this point, with just me and the two workers on their closing shift. I spun my pen between my fingers dazedly, looking at a white, blank, digital screen. There wasn’t a need to work anymore, but some projects were just fun to work on. 




I sighed and pushed my chair back. Aria was still in my mind from yesterday. I hoped that the effect would wear off soon, it’d be pretty sad if that was the end of our relationship. I tried to cancel it this morning, but I didn’t feel the same feeling I felt when it activated. It might have canceled, might have not. Who knows. Well, whatever. I pulled open a picture of hers from the web and picture-in-pictured it on my drawing application. My pen straightened in my hand. Let’s do some reference work. As the tip of the tool pressed into the glass, the chime of a bell resounded in the cafe, signaling the entrance of a new patron. 




My seat swiveled as my neck turned around to glance at the new customer. My hopes were low at this point after doing it so many times today, but to my joy, a familiar, dolled-up woman met my gaze. Her face flickered three times: Once in recognition of who I was, a second when looking over to the picture of Aria on my tablet, and a third to exert an expression of pure disgust. Before I had a chance to get a word out, she marched forward to the counter. I had never seen a more obvious display of annoyance. Her heart really was fully laid on her sleeve. Hastily shoving my belongings into my bag, I walked up to the line, desperate to not lose her. 




“Hold on!”




Her eyes rolled over to me in contempt, arms crossing over in guardedness, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation. “...what?”




Ouch. With just a single word I could feel pricks of hate etching across my skin. It’s hard to talk to someone who clearly doesn’t want to talk back. 




“Oh, um… I was wondering if you were able to get that stain out,” I awkwardly opened.




“Sorry, who are you again?” She said this in an overly sweet, mocking tone. I mean, it was clear she remembered who I was, so this was just some twisted power play. It’d be a feat if you were able to forget the stranger that spilled their drink on you the previous day at the exact same location.




She turned back to place her order as I stood there mouth open. The second the worker confirmed her order and walked out to the back, Emiru turned back to me with a sigh. Her pose eased as though she were shaking off pretenses.




“Look, I get that you’re a fan and all, but I can’t stand you fucking gross losers swarming me. Could you, like, get lost?”




Ouch again. I’m normally a pretty mellow person, and I can understand where she’s coming from, but I think it’s fair to say I’m a touch irked by her tone and words. What an ego on this woman! I was debating just stopping time here and now to mess around with her before my phone vibrated in my pocket. Looking at Emiru, she was already looking back to the counter so I walked back to my seat in a temporary retreat, much to her satisfaction, before reading the notifications. 




Please be a task complete, please be a task complete, please be a task com




It’s a text from Aria. 




My thumb almost instinctively slid over the side of my phone to turn it off, since Emiru was right behind me and leaving soon, before the contents of the messages struck out to me, stopping me midway. 




“SORRY FOR LAST NIGHT!! 

idk what happened! 

i was so down to fk but i j felt like my body was pulling away from u

i j went to bed even tho i wasn’t tired,, 

ik it sounds like a lame excuse but i’ll make it up to u later tonight~

i felt better this morn”




The small flurry of words Aria sent was cute. I chuckled a bit, appreciating them. On the other side, though, Emiru stepped back, turning around to leave after receiving her evening drink. Immediately, I stopped time. Let me think about this for a moment. 




If Aria wasn’t being completely dishonest here, it felt like her body was doing the opposite of what she wanted it to do. But opposite to what? In a vacuum, doing the opposite of whatever your mind wants will, well, kill you. I mean, you want to breathe, no? I guess it has to do with whatever I asked them about before. I think Twist will affect them depending on how much they like or hate the idea. It would explain the sliding feeling I’m getting and why the waitress was only slightly reluctant to help me and why Aria straight up blocked up irl. The waitress only slightly liked me because of the tip I gave her (no innuendo implied), while I and Aria were a lot closer. The weight of what we were going to do mattered too. This gave me a much better idea than just using Pause to fuck around with Emiru. 




I waited for her to exit the store. I pretended to be down in the dumps after her snarky comment. Even with my pitiful display, Emiru couldn’t help but sneak in another scornful remark. “Creep.” She muttered under her breath. Keep them coming, it would make what was coming so much better. After the doors closed behind her, and I was sure there was no one around watching, I stopped time. 




* tick *




Emiru was suspended in stride, drink in hand and phone in other. I waddled over to her and lifted her up.




“Humph!”




I let out a reactionary noise in order to prepare for the weight, but she came up quite easily. Huh, she was a lot lighter than I expected. That made sense, I guess. My grip was a bit awkward for lifting a person, but I still moved her cooly a couple of blocks away to a dim alleyway. Mind you, although I say a couple of blocks like it's nothing, moving anyone, no matter how light, is a pain in the ass, especially if they’re unmoving. It might have been better if she was limp since I could just drag her then.




“Hrngh!”




With a final heave, I gently placed Emiru leaning against the alley wall. I kinda paused at an awkward time, so Emiru was mid-walk. I couldn’t exactly position her upright and standing. Emiru’s expression was blissful and unaware, a stark contrast from the side of her she was showing me. It made her words that were still stuck with me much more upsetting.




“Calling me a creep, I’ll show you a creep,” I grumbled. 




 Alright, it’s the moment of truth. I used Twist . Once again, the familiar sensation ran through my body, a heavy object sliding down a ridge. This one was really heavy.




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^---------




Neat, I can use multiple skills at the same time. I wasn’t actually too sure if I could stop time and use this, but it doesn’t hurt to try. Alrighty, let’s resume.




* tock *




The leftover force from the second half of Emiru’s step immediately resumed and she nearly rammed into the wall. She caught herself, putting her hands out against the cut stone, before looking around, bewildered.




“What the fuck?”




Ultimately, as her head turned around in a circle, her gaze fell on me. Her nose scrunched up as the familiar feeling of revolt washed over her. 




“Jesus Christ man, get away from me! The fuck do you want?” 




I could sort of understand why the system set it up so that I would meet with her first. Her hate for me was so exaggerated, so utterly inflated, that I felt like regardless of what I said, Emiru would have flat-out rejected the idea without hearing me out. I could’ve said that I was a sweepstaker giving out a million dollars and she would’ve still avoided me even if the cash were in my hands. It made her the perfect candidate for something like Twist.




“Mm… I don’t know…” I hummed mockingly, 100% sure of what I wanted. “Could you, get on your knees and blow me?”




The bluntness of my words seemed to, for the first time since we’d met, leave Emiru with a blank expression as her scorn dropped. But as quickly as it fell, it reappeared and she once again started to bad mouth me.




“Dude, what the fuck are you saying? Holy shit you must be mentally challenged or something. I’m…” She yammered on and on.




“Uh huh, mhm.”




I was less irked this time around, just absent-mindedly nodding along to what she was saying. Emiru didn’t seem to notice it yet, but all I could really focus on was her alluring body slowly approaching me, crouching down until her head was at my waist level. The difference between what she was saying and what she was doing was all I needed to get hard. This was great!




“H-huh?” Emiru said with confusion. She was beginning to recognize her body working against her as her small hands worked their way around my pants, slowly unbuckling my belt. Her face pressed into my crotch over my pants as she took a deep breath. She panicked not only at the erect sensation that met her but also at her inexplicable loss of control. “Are you actually getting hard right now?” Emiru squealed. “Fucking help me!”




“Help you?” I laughed. “Sure.” I dropped my pants down easily, sparing her the trouble of shuffling them down in a mess.




“Not like that!” She angrily shouted, but it didn’t matter. To me, and to any outside observer, it just looked like Emiru was doing this of her own volition, hungrily thirsting for my cock. 




Emiru didn’t even flinch as my bare cock exposed itself, standing erect directly in front of her face. All that separated her from it was a couple centimeters of air, and I could feel her soft pants pressing into my skin. As nice and sexy as the situation was, Emiru still had some insightful commentary to add to her predicament.




“EW! GROSS GROSS GROSS!” She looked desperate, more desperate than I had ever seen her, to get away. Her chest bounced as she quickly inhaled and exhaled, a fit of terror enveloping her. 




I pulled out my phone and started a recording, making sure to do it all in her vision so that she could see what was lying in store for her. Starting the video, I opened up with a safe sequence of words in case the video was ever used or exposed. “Emiru you’re free to go. You can leave right now if you want, I don’t want to cum down your throat that badly.” I actually wanted to fuck her brains out, mess up all of her surely tight little holes, but I laid it on thick for the recording. 




With specific instructions set, Twist activated and Emiru’s body went into overdrive, forcefully and abruptly doing the opposite of what she instinctively wanted. In a rough motion that couldn’t have been a fun experience for her, Emiru throated the entirety of my cock down her throat, tears swelling in her eyes. I could feel her virgin throat expand to receive the entirety of my girth. Muffled shouts and moans emitted from her. 




As much as I wanted to use my hands to grip her skull and face fuck her, I let Emiru’s spiteful blowjob continue. I couldn’t invalidate her hard work, after all. Her small little hands wrapped around my waist to grip my ass, pulling me so that I would get deeper into her mouth. She would then pull away, letting her slobber and my precum form stringy lines from my scrotum to her lips, making the tip of her tongue carry the tip of my dick so that she wouldn’t have to be apart from it for a second. Once she reached that moment, she would bring her head forward to take it all in again, repeating this cycle continuously. Her eyes looked up to establish contact with mine, likely an effect of Twist since they were filled with utter contempt. It was like a one-way hate fuck. 




“Damn, bitch, your head game’s fucking crazy! You do this for all of your fans or what?” I mocked her, knowing that lowering her attitude with me would result in an even more pleasurable experience for me. 




Emiru’s efforts nearly doubled with that comment, proving that I hit where it hurt most. She hated that it was one of her loser fans subjecting her to this. Her speed intensified as though all she wanted to do was to make me blow my load into her stomach. I grinned, watching the screen of my camera jot down minutes of this basically porno blowjob. Emiru even moved one of her hands away from my butt to make a ring with her thumb and pointer finger, sliding it up and down the base of my cock to give me twice the pleasure from her mouth and hand. 




“Hooooly fuck,” I moaned.




She took my cock down her throat and kept it there for a couple of seconds, gagging and choking on it. A tear trickled down from the corner of Emiru’s eye as she struggled to breathe. That loving moment from her mouth caused me to tip past the edge.




“I’m, I’m gonna cum.” I used a hand to stabilize myself by gripping her shoulder. At least I had the decency to warn her, although I won’t lie, I was also curious about how she would react to it. Emiru nodded in understanding, not bothering to take my cock out of her mouth, and kneeled there patiently. She was still sputtering and spitting everywhere, but her body recognized its duty to accept all of my cum despite her lack of oxygen. 




“Ohhhhh,” I started, jittering in place as my hips gave way to Emiru’s vacuum blowjob. A torrent of cum burst forth, overflowing her tiny mouth. Emiru, obediently taking it all in as best as she could, still couldn’t swallow it all in time. Combined with her previous choking on my cock, the foreign liquid entering her orifice built up before coming back out, spurting out of her nose and the edges of her mouth. Worried that Emiru’s body would make her go unconscious while drinking all of my cum, I moved her off of my cock. The final ropes of my cum fell onto her small tits. For a brief moment, I could see my steaming, churning cum swirl inside of her little mouth atop her tongue, before Emiru closed her mouth the drink the rest of it, smacking her lips delightfully when finished. A vulgar burp came out of her mouth, showing that Emiru was still clearly released from her subconscious inhibitions. 




“I… can’t believe… you just made me do that,” Emiru sputtered. Her hands crept to her her breasts erotically. It was clear that she wanted nothing more than to wipe it away, to get the vile spunk off of her body, but with my powers active, she scooped it up with her fingers and let it slowly and lewdly drip onto her tongue, making sure to savor every last drop. 




I was originally planning to get the mission done to get away from this terrible, awful, slightly attractive, ok-fine-very-extremely-sexy woman as fast as I could (I swear! I definitely wasn’t going to take it further), but this lascivious display changed my mind. There was so much more I could do. I put my phone away, cutting the tape here. What I was about to do would need my hands free. 




“Since you’re so eager, how about we continue this in my car?”




“Eat shit and die motherfucker,” Emiru said as she angrily walked close to me, wrapping her arm around mine so that her body and small tits were pressing into my side. The height difference, her disheveled top, and her messed up face made the situation so much hotter since she looked like an escort I just picked off the street. I felt like she felt that way too, as her face burned with embarrassment 




“I don’t know what you’re doing to me or how you’re doing this, but when this is over, you’re fucking dead,” Emiru cursed. 




“I dunno man, you could just kill me now if you hate it so much.” I toyed with her a little as we continued walking to my car. Outdoor sex (don’t laugh at me) is a step too much for me. I’ll get there sometime.




Once we reached my car parked outside the now-closed Starbucks, I opened the door to the back and threw Emiru inside. I was going to drive her back to my place, but on the way here she had been peppering my neck with little kisses and coos. The whimpers were leaving her involuntarily. 




As she hit the seat, she started muttering again. “Fucking hell.” She turned over onto her back, lifting her legs up invitingly. She didn’t even bother pulling her skirt down, merely pulling her panties down to her left ankle and using her fingers on one hand to open her pussy folds. The other was pulling her crop top over her head, exposing her bra. It ended up being pushed up too, Emiru not even bothering to undo the strap, to show off her perfect, tiny tits. Her eyes widened throughout this process as she began to realize where this was heading.




“No no no no no, please don’t,” Emiru started to yammer. I got into the vehicle, closed the door behind me, and dropped my pants. “Wait! I’m sorry for saying those things, I’M SORRY!” 




“A little too late, don’t you think?” I whistled serenely. This situation was pretty messed up, but her stuck-up attitude from earlier was really mitigating how bad I was feeling about this. The euphoria I got from getting off to her body was helping too. All I wanted was to mess with her even more. 




I towered over her, getting ready for missionary, and put my head next to hers. 




“I’m just letting your inner self out,” I lied, breathing into her ear, “It’s like guided therapy. This is what you really want from your ‘gross, disgusting’ fans.” I quoted her.




“Like hell it is,” she seethed.




I shrugged. I pushed away from her and raised my hands up, far away from her. Almost immediately, Emiru’s arms wrapped around my back, pulling me back down on top of her. She was clawing into my back in sheer desperation, and her legs were wrapped around mine. Her soft, delicate limbs were trying as hard as they could to get my cock inside of her, to get me to knock her up and breed her, as she pulled me tightly.




“See?”




“Y-you’re making me do this, I know it,” Emiru stuttered, her tone coming out more unsure than it was before.




“Believe what you want to believe.” During this time, I had been pushing my hand into her toned stomach, keeping her away from taking in my cock. Now that the conversation was over, though, I put my hands around her head and lowered my hips to her level. 




“Wait,” Emiru panicked, “I-I’ve never done this before so go eASY ON ME!” Her voice raised and trilled for a couple of seconds as I broke her hymen. Well, she broke her own hymen would be a better way to put it as her body wrapped itself around me. Her back arched as she bounced on my dick sluttily, like her entire purpose in life was to extract my cum. I reciprocated gleefully, not wanting to let her down. 




I pounded into her roughly, battering her cervix, rubbing against her folds, her tight, snug pussy acting like a perfect human sex sleeve. When I pushed back down on her stomach, it felt like I was tightening a fleshlight. Emiru rocked her body alongside mine to give me the most serviceable experience possible. If her entire personality had been transfixed, she would’ve been hopelessly begging me to impregnate her at this point. I was quickly building up to that point.




I expected Emiru to be screaming and berating me but, strangely, she was oddly quiet. I looked down to see her expression and saw that she was grunting and moaning animalistically, Her eyes were crossed and her tongue found itself dangling out of her lips. Looks like my words had more merit to them than I initially thought. She might have hated it before but the experience of a good fuck was starting to change her mind.




“Embracing your slut side?” I taunted.




“N- ah! - no!” Emiru bluffed. Her sweaty, slender body clinging onto me was making it all the much better.




I knew she was lying, but the reason why was because her body’s yearning nature was wearing off. She was still hungrily working to get my seed inside of her womb, but it wasn’t as exaggerated as it was before. Her wholly hateful nature was softening, albeit slightly. I’d better end this quickly then before she reaches an even point in her lust for me and her hate for me. If she was completely mind-broken I could just turn off Twist and fuck her as she enjoyed it (which was a situation I was looking forward to), but if she was confused, stuck in the in-between, nothing would happen.




I started railing her with increased intensity to make up for her slack. It was exceedingly hot to just fill up her tight holes now that I had more control of the situation.




“I’m gonna fill you up, how does that sound?” I led her on. “You ready to take it?”




“NO! DON’T!” Emiru squealed. Her body easing up on matching my pace was, ironically, telling me that she was more into the idea than when we first started. I’d better finish this then.




I thrust deep inside of her and my chest fell on top of her face as I fell, letting the entirety of my weight press down on her. I shoved my cock deep inside her womb as my cum smeared her insides snow-white, already oozing out of the gaps between my cock and her pussy with the sheer amount exuded. 




“Ngh, ngh!” I grunted, moaning each time I felt a batch of thick spunk dispense itself inside. 




Emiru shrieked, half in delight and half in fear. Even she didn’t really know how she should be feeling at this moment. Her cute eyes looked at me in disbelief, unsure if I really did what I just did. Her expression faltered as a moment of silence passed between the two of us. She opened her mouth as if to speak and then changed her mind, sitting upright to open the door of my car. 




“…”




She pulled her panties up and the cloth immediately dampened with her juices and my cum. As she stepped out holding her loose articles of clothing, she turned back to me and retorted.




“… fucker.”




I watched as she got back into her car to drive off. I wheezed, resting in the back seat of my car. That was a fucking delectable session. 




Hold on.




I never stopped Twist, did I?




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Task 2 Complete




Reward: Upgraded Twist




Emiru (Tier 1)

Emily Schunk

25 Years Old, Chinese-German

Relationship: Acquaintances (1/4)

Kinks: Vanilla, Brat, Submission




Description:

A pretty streamer that plays a myriad of difficult games. She has very popular cosplays and holds an average online followership despite finding her viewers disgusting.
