My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

My thoughts are fuzzy, I can't think of anything.

What the hell happened last night?

I was watching that show with Cafune and Boketto... then...

"Hhmm, Graves..."

With sleep in my eyes I turn to my left, Cafune in lying on her stomach. Her fat ass looking like two mounds of dough.

Just seeing her like that makes me want to fuck the shit out of her... but it seems like last night me did a pretty thorough job of that, as a pool of cum has collected beneath her spilling pussy. Her back is covered in the white liquid.

My dick springs up to attention at it excitedly, points at her.

Down boy, let them sleep.

Let me sleep. (_ _) Zzz

Boketto is lying on her back, her arms, and legs completely laid out. Her face, breasts and belly are drenched in my white milky cum.

She is fast asleep, yet giggling to herself. "Graves, you want to get married today? Of course we can! What are we going to name the seven children we are going to have together? We can name them all after you."

There is so many things wrong with that statement. And if they are all named Graves Jr. That would just be a graveyard.

She better have been on the pill. (;テ﹏テ) Looking at her sprawled out in defeat like that, her plump lipped pussy is stuffed with cum. Her doughy creme body and her cute belly make her look like a boston creme pie.

Their bare bodies reflect the morning sun, the dried sweat covers their soft skin. I was under the covers this morning, but I left them exposed last night; I could have at least laid a blanket over them.

Guess I'm pretty selfish when I get primal.

Grabbing the duvets, I now cover their exposed, voluptuous bodies like pigs in a blanket.

That just gave me an idea for next time.

Picking myself up from the bed, I head towards the shower. I feel dirty, both physically and mentally, like a bad night of drinking, except I was drunk of ecstasy. I hope I didn't say anything too mean to them.

┐('～`;)┌ Eh, I'll just treat them to breakfast.

Getting in the shower, I waste 20 minutes simply enjoying the cool water. (─‿‿─) Coffee and showers, this is the best counter for someone that is prescribed insomnia.

Returning to grab my pants from the bed, I see-

Covering my mouth, I gasp; I can almost feel tears streaming down my eyes.

Cafuné and Boketto are hugging each other, like a pillow hugging a marshmallow, they press their puffy cheeks against one another as they mumble in their sleep. Their soft, bare bodies perfectly squish against one another, like a blobby puzzle piece. I have never seen anything so innocent, yet they're face is covered in my semen.

My dick slams up against my pants at this angelic sight. But I can't... (⸝⸝⸝╥﹏╥⸝⸝⸝ )

I came over to wake them up, but after seeing that, I couldn't possibly bring myself to do that now... I'll let them sleep in today.

After taking a picture of the two, and adding it to my favorited pictures, I walk over to the kitchen.

No more getting distracted; I've got to put on my serious face.

Taking a deep breath, (◡_◡).... (ㆆ _ ㆆ) I am focused.

Before I even look at the note that's in my periphery, I brew my morning cup of coffee.

(๑-﹏-๑) Taking my first sip, I decide today is officially the greatest morning ever. No, today will be the best day ever!

It seems my optimism practice is paying off!

As they say, eating the frog, I finally look at the post it ...note?

Today's note says... Garden of Eden? But it's floor seven.

That's strange, they already live here. Ammit Amnesty room seven seventy seven.

Well, I guess it saves me the trouble of actually having to leave.

After making the girls some eggs and bacon, I leave it on the table with a note.

It would be stupid of me to just approach blindly, so I'll use the blabbering uncouth tool I have to my advantage...

Even if I realllly don't want to.

...

"Virginity slayer! Has your hunger been satiated or..." She lets out a gasp. "Have you cum to take mine!" The creepy receptionist smirks. "Well, it's a little too late for you squirt, your old man robbed me long ago-"

Pinching the bridge of my nose I sigh, "It's 9 in the morning, must you be so perverse this early?"

She lets out an exasperated sigh, "Finnneee. What can I do for you, Slayer?"

Without context, that would be a cool nickname. "I was hoping to get information on one of the tenets."

"Now you're trying to unvirgin our customers!? Please spare us!"

"No, I have reason to believe she may be in danger."

"Oh.... should I call the polic-"

"NO! Jesus, the last thing I need is Folie to get involved. That's like throwing gasoline filled water ballons at a bonfire."

"Folie?"

"Have you seen the caped John Wick looking lady with blue and black hair?"

"Oh! Holy shit, you laid your law down on her? Even the police is compromised by your dick."

"Just- please. Can you tell me anything about the tenet of room seven seventy seven?

She looks down at her computer.

"Ex-boyfriends, habits, anything out of the ordinary?"

She begins furiously typing. "Dore, dore, ah, found it! Ammit Amnesty, room seven seventy seven, hmm... she's late with her rent... security hasn't left any notes, just that she sometimes leaves the apartment with two suitcases and returns a couple hours later with nothing... but other than that she looks like a hermit.

( ⚆_⚆)

"Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I've seen enough true crime to see the true crime here. suitcases that doen't return usually have a one-way ticket to heaven's gates. "Uh...nothing. Anything else?"

"Like I said, she kinda looks like a hermit, she rarely leaves her room, so no."

pinching the screen to zoom in, she inspects the security footage.

"Holy shit, that woman is built like the pills bury dough boy. No wonder she's your next target."

"She's not my target, more like destiny's."

"Ooh, like star-crossed lovers? Well, your newfound soul mate probably won't be thrilled to discover you've been sticking your dick in anything that dares to move in your presence. You're like a praying mantis."

Half the time I do end up getting my head cut off because of them, so perhaps thats not too far from the truth.

"I- can you please just tell me something useful?"

"Hmm... no, not really. We've gotten countless complaints about a smell coming from her room... so maybe bring a nose clip."

Jesus, why is every form of law enforcement clueless?

"Alright, well thank you for your help...kinda." I begin to turn away before tilting my head back to her. "I feel bad that I dont know this, but... what's your name?"

Her eyes widen as she lets out a gasp. "You- you want to know my name?!" proudly puffing out her chest she places her hands on her breasts. "Frith, that's what they call me..." she leans in to whisper. "But how about you give me a new nickname in your bed." She ends her sentence with a playful smirk.

...

How do I say a thousand times no, kindly? "Holy shit... please NO!" ヘ（.□°）ヘ

"EH?! A simple no would suffice."（￣□￣;）

I know I should feel sorry, but I don't. "Thank you Frith."

"Bye, bye. Better get ready Graves, next time I'm bringing my A game. Prepare to be... seduced!"

If ominous had a face, it would be hers.

*****

Making my way to the seventh floor, I trek down the hall to room seven seventy seven.

The yellow walls are pealing over as the mold underneath peeks its way through.

My shoes squish into the moist greenish gray carpet; right beside the stains there's a polyp of mushrooms growing. It looks like something out of The Shining. The walls are thin enough for me to hear arguing couples screeching heavy metal music, and I'm pretty sure I hear screaming.

Bloody murder kinda screaming ...

huh ...

Well, if I weren't immortal, I'd be terrified and troubled.

But I am, so I'm allowed to be careless and clueless.

Visiting the lower floor has made me grateful for my seventy eighth floor luxuries. Our halls are clean, it's well lit with a cool blue and white coastal atmosphere. Frith was even saying there's a pool on our floor, its probably full of hidden rooms I haven't even ventured. there's also that room that's ominously closed off.

I make my way to her door. I haven't really come up with a plan to deal with this, or even how to get permission to enter; guess I'll go with ol' reliable.

Knocking on the door,

...

I don't get a response.

I knock once more, this time twice as hard.

...

Still noth-

Suddenly, there's a muffled sound through the door. "The hell do you want?"

"Uh... room service?"

There's a groan, before I hear countless locks unlatch and click.

The door opens and...

holy shit...

She really is built like the pills bury doughboy!