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RW: Chapter 77
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 16:56:19 +0000 UTCMillie was very plain, at least compared to my other women. She didn’t have much in terms of feminine curves, skinny to the point I thought she might have had a condition. Her sister was even skinnier, looking like a bulimic crack addict; at least Millie had some meat on her bones. I knew something that even she didn’t. That power she got would make her extremely attractive.
One thing she was famous for in the alternate timeline was her incredible beauty she gained after gaining her power. For now, it made sense to get her addicted to me before she had her glow up. I had decided to stop at ten, ten seemed like a good amount in my head, but I had already broken passed that limit. Now twelve sounded right… Or perhaps a baker's dozen of women for myself before it was too much.
She pulled me into her room and then separated. I could see how nervous she was, visibly shaking. I could tell immediately that this was something she would have never done. I was more beautiful than the photoshopped men she’d possibly seen in the past, powers boosted things like that, and I had over a decade of my power correcting those problems, then got sent into the past, where I was made even more beautiful somehow.
It didn’t make sense to me, but the insatiable attitude of my women, and the drool I sometimes seen from other women, the way women acted as there bodies started to instinctively prepare itself for me, even just my eyes meeting some of them was enough to cause an unnaturally strong reaction, it was more than enough proof that women were desperate for me.
Thankfully, it wasn’t to the point that they’d throw themselves at me no matter what. I wasn’t going to have mothers ruin their relationship with their daughters to get a chance with me. I wouldn’t know how to handle it if I were so attractive that women would lose their sense of everything and chase me down, stripping their clothes off as they all jumped at me pussy first, hoping the get me inside them even if it's through my clothes.
I knew that was the case with some mind controllers. One whose power was solely focused on removing the inhibitions of those around him, if his power also strengthened his body, he could have made it to the end of the previous timeline, but as much as some could see it as a gift, it was also a curse. The same thing that made women want him made a strength-powered woman want him, and she literally fucked him to death.
“Can we… Take things slow… I’m a virgin still.” Millie had her head tilted down in shyness now that she had stripped out of her clothes, only leaving behind a pink bra and panty set for me to drink in. She was skinny, but still attractive, honestly, all my women were so fucking hot it was nice to remember what normal women looked like from time to time.
I closed the distance and let our bodies press against each other. She was shorter than most of my other girlfriends, but all of them were so tiny compared to me. Ever since I came back in time, I couldn’t help but marvel at my body. Big, strong, powerful. Everything I wanted to be, it made me think this was a dream. I still wasn’t sure, but if it was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
I lifted her up to my face with no effort as I kissed her. The eager clumsiness with which she responded made it clear that she was either a kissless virgin or had never fully made out with someone before. My tongue exploring her mouth while she returned in kind, humans were predisposed to like the taste and smell of partners genetically compatible with them, and ever since I came back, every single woman smelled and tasted amazing.
I let her go since she began to cling to my body as we kissed. Her hands explored me, and now there was a steel rod holding her up between my legs. I almost wanted to take her like this, but she was too inexperienced. I had to go slow and in a position where I could easily dictate the pace and depths my cock reached inside her.
Tossing her onto the bed, I was surprised at how clean her room was compared to the rest. Perhaps a benefit of having a powered sister, but I didn’t think so. This might have been the hotel room she was in before the apocalypse dropped. She noticed me looking around and figured it out right away. “I’m not much of a clean freak, but I could get away with staying up all night if I kept my room clean, so I tend to get rid of any garbage just so my mom… Wouldn’t bother me.”
I could tell she thought about what happened, or what most likely happened to her parents, as that train of thought took her out of the situation we were in. I make a joke to lighten the mood. “Well, I doubt you kept your bags in WoW as clean as your room then.” She smiled as she responded. “Oh, they’re a complete mess. I probably have light leather from leveling in my bank on my main character still, since I was worried I’d need it later.”
Putting on some music to help set the mood even further, I skip a few songs before getting to a jazz melody on the CD player I brought with me. I took off her top and peeled off her bottom. She was so wet her panties stuck to her for a moment before they finally came off. She had dyed her pubic hair the same light blue color, and it was also slowly shifting back to its natural blonde color.
I kissed around her pussy before eating her out. That lasted about four minutes until the jazz song ended… And the next song to come on was Crazy Frog. We both paused before she started laughing, and I couldn’t help but get mad. “Who did this to my CDs? It feels like there’s normally four or five good songs, then a random funny one mixed into every single one of my CDs.”
Skipping through four normal songs that were more suited for ‘lovemaking’, the fifth song was ‘Jizz in my pants’ by Lonely Island. I fucking knew it! The only one who could have done this was. “God damn you, Vicky! This is such an elaborate prank! How the fuck did she manage to get only the CDs I listened to?” Millie laughed hysterically. Finally, fully relaxed, she asked. “Who’s Vicky? Your sister or something?”
“No, my second girlfriend.” “Wait, how many girlfriends do you have?” “Ten… Eleven, including yourself.” “Wow… That’s a lot to deal with… Fuck it, like I’m going to find someone better. Keep those comedy songs going, I’m pretty sure it won’t bother me now that I know they’ll pop up.”
Now that she was relaxed enough, things progressed quickly as I took her virginity and started trying out positions she wanted to. Listening to the rest of the playlist, we had to stop at a few songs, as ‘White & Nerdy’ and ‘The Internet is for Porn’ came on because she was laughing too hard, as I thought of how to get back at Vicky for this.
It did help relax the tension between us, but I’d rather not hear ‘A hairy ass’ parody song or fucking circus clown music while I’m trying to have sex. She was worn down after just an hour of sex and took to giving me a blowjob to end the night. Whatever mood I was trying to set with those songs was completely ruined as she asked. “Hey, see how close I can get to making Murloc noises while going down on you.”
