"Ughnn, my ass is killing me," Megan complained over the sound of the running shower, "It feels like it's never going to close again."
"Of course, you feel it; it's barely been an hour." I muttered as I glanced from the mirror over to her silhouette cast against the shower curtain, "Though if it's really bad, I've heard massaging the area can help with soreness. "
Megan poked her head out from behind the curtain and shot an acusatory glare at me, "Thanks, but no thanks, if I let you anywhere near my ass, you'll probably end up mounting me again like a breeding horse."
"True, but that's your favorite thing about me," I said and managed to get a smirk from Megan, "Second favorite thing, actually, my first is what you use when you do it."
Megan pointedly looked down at my crotch, where only a thin towel was keeping my manhood concealed, before ducking back behind the curtain. At the same time, I chuckled and shook my head, "Should have known that you would try and buck me off eventually, I'm surprised you let me have control for that long."
"Well, it's not like I hated it," Megan muttered, "It was pretty hot actually...But I definitely prefer it when the two of us just go at it like animals, no holding back, no teasing, just hardcore fucking until neither of us can move an inch. Though I'm sure there'll be plenty of girls who would love to be collared and gagged as you have your way with them. Patty being a prime example... honestly, I'm surprised you let her leave the restaurant so easily."
"Well, I couldn't seal the deal after we used up all the condoms last night, besides, I had my eye on..." I trailed off as Megan turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain, revealing her glistening and naked body. Like always, my gaze was drawn in by her curves and the swell of her full breasts, "Bigger things."
Megan smirked and stepped out of the shower, sauntering over to me with her hips swaying side to side. I was powerless to resist her seduction, and I stood still as a statue as she stopped in front of me and reached down towards my crotch. Only to grab the hem of my towel and rip it away from my body with a victorious laugh as she danced away and wrapped the cloth around her chest, "Gotcha!"
I blinked as I realized I had been had and frowned, "That was a cheap tactic."
"You're only mad that it worked so well," Megan muttered as she stuck out her tongue. "Besides, you're completely dry."
"Uh-huh, and it's definitely not because you wanted to get me naked," I shot back accusingly as I put my hands on my hip, making my dick swing back and forth in between my legs.
Megan's eyes dipped down, and a smile crossed her lips that she licked, "Well, it certainly is a benefit."
"Keep flirting and looking at me like that and you're going to need another shower when I'm done with you," I muttered, "It's already bad enough that I have to hold myself back while you sleep naked next to me."
"Ah yes, poor you having a naked woman to cuddle with in your bed," Megan muttered as she ran her fingers through her hair, "Since it's such a problem, I'll make sure to buy some night gowns and pjs when we go shopping over the weekend."
"You know I didn't mean it like that," I muttered backing up my ealier statement as I walked over to Megan who humffed and turned around while crossing her arms, "Really, cause it sure doesn't feel like it."
Walking up behind her I pulled Megan against me and assulted her neck with a barage of kissing as she squirmed and tried to break away, but I didn't relent until she was dying of laughter and could barely stand upright, "A-Alright I yield, I y-yield!"
I then spun her around and pressed a real kiss against her lips that stilled her in an instant. After a long minute, I broke away and looked down to see the dreamy look in Megan's eyes, "Hmmm, that was nice...Can I get another?"
"After you get your ass in bed," I muttered before suppressing a yawn, "I kiss you again and we won't be leaving this room until the sun rises. And I still need to brush my teeth."
"Fine," Megan pouted as she reached up, took off her towel, and handed it back to me, "See you under the sheets, lover boy."
I shook my head as Megan sauntered away, giving me a mouth-watering view of what I had turned down, "Going to be the damn death of me."
--[Day 5 Report]--
Simlife
Profits: +$13,079
Cost: -$11,130.00
Gross: $1,949
Modifiers: Fortune II [+10%]
Income: +$2,144
Total: +$7,341
DateLife
Energy Spent: 5
Energy Gained: 3
Tantric Reserves: 2/5
Lust: -5
Total: 0/100
'Hmmmm,' I muttered to myself as I stared at the report, 'My income has been steadily increasing each day, and I can keep creating new dishes...But I have a feeling that eventually I'll reach a point where I can't keep up with the orders. I could pour more money into appliances, but I only have four slots left, which, most likely, will only increase once I manage to upgrade the restaurant.'
I took in a deep breath, causing my chest to rise, which elicited a sleepy grunt of complaint from Megan, who was treating me like a body pillow, 'So the question is whether I should save up for a massive big ticket item or fill up all my slots to speed up the timeline? Wait a minute...'
With a thought, I pulled up the quest that I had completely forgotten about.
[DateQuest: This House is Not aHome...Yet]
Objective(s): Turn your apartment into a livable environment within the allotted time [ 6 Days]
1. Spend at least 3000 dollars on new furniture [0/3000]
2. Spend at least 1000 dollars on floor decor [0/1000]
3. Spend at least 500 dollars on wall decor [0/500]
Reward(s):
1. +5 skill points
2. +1 Development Point
3. +$5000 Appliance Coupon
'I mean, I have the money to check off every box. All I would need to do is save up a bit afterwards to really milk the full value of the coupon. And I can speed that up if I dump all those skill points into my cooking or other skills.'
The idea was growing on me with each passing moment, and within a minute, my consciousness had left my body as I entered decorating mode, 'Alright, time to say goodbye to old and breathe some life into this depressing middle life crisis of a bachelor pad.'
Opening the furniture store, I narrowed down my options by holding a specific aesthetic in mind. What followed wasn't as easy as I went through all three categories and picked out the pieces of furniture and decor that I liked and fit within my price range.
Starting with the floor, I used up all one thousand dollars to change the color and texture of the tile to a light-hued slate. A nice neutral but pleasant to look at modification that would help type everything else together. Then, for the wall decorations, I started to add large wooden panels intermixed with floating wooden shelves sporting potted plants and warm-tinted lamps, along with two brutalist-style wall scones that were particularly expensive, but I couldn't pass up on them.
With the walls and floors taken care of, I moved on to furniture, which would help center and cement the core look and feel of the apartment. The first thing I changed out was the main table and its chairs, replacing the cheap-looking set with a solid oak modern table with cushioned cloth upholstery. Next came the countertops, switching the fake-looking granite for thick slabs of polished concrete. With the little I had left in the budget, I made one last and perhaps the most crucial change by getting a better floating wooden slat bedframe and a higher-quality mattress.
After going back and forth with the arrangement of things, I eventually settled on a layout and moved to the purchasing screen.
[Shopping Cart]
Oak Dining Table [x1]
Upholstered Chair [x4]
Concrete Countertops [x3]
Wood Slat Bedframe [x1]
Memory Foam Mattress [x4]
Slate Tile Flooring [Room]
Wood Accent Panels [x10]
Floating Shelves [x5]
Shelf Lighting [x6]
Brutalist Wall Sconces [x2]
Cost: $5,535
Finalize purchase: Y/N
Staring at the final price, my inner miser couldn't help but wince, though it wasn't enough to stop me from pressing confirm and watching all of my edits manifest into reality.
Back in my body, I let out a contented sigh as I felt the increased lumbar support underneath me. At the same time, a slew of messages flashed across my face, but I dismissed them as quickly as they came. They could wait until morning, right now all I wanted to do was sleep.