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The last thing our protagonist remembers is driving, late at night with rain coating the roads into slick pavement. John trusted his own driving, he never had any issues himself even during the winter, so why his brakes failed and tires skid across the asphalt was beyond him. He was traveling north to visit his best friend in Canada, a small suitcase and passport sat in the passenger's seat as he drove the terribly designed highways and freeways.

John was starting to feel the effects of an empty battery when he pulled into a town off the interstate, grumbling to himself as he glanced every which way for a hotel sign. Another ramp off the highway connected to a crossroads further in town, and unfortunately for John, someone else exited this ramp. The light changed at the intersection and as John's brakes failed, he slid into incoming.

Time slowed for John, him staring wide-eyed out his windshield and at the bright headlights of a semi, the horn blaring on all sides sounded too far away for one stunned man. It wasn't like the semi driver honking at John would help any at this point, his car was practically out of commission sitting there. The semi inched closer, and all John could think about was his last conversation with Smitty, a short call where John committed to memory the pouty tone he had.

"Why don't you buy a plane ticket? It's way faster and easier," he had said, almost whining the words, but John was adamant.

"I think it's smarter to drive, I mean have you seen the ticket prices," John had replied, his tenacity was slowly leaving him with Smitty's voice though. He made sure to say his farewells and hang up before Smitty could beg him anymore, and now John's realising it'll be the last goodbye he'll share with his best friend.

He really should've bought a plane ticket instead.

...

Surprisingly, John didn't feel pain. In fact, he didn't really feel anything. It reminded him of a sensory deprivation tank, there wasn't any information around him. Slowly, what seemed like bright lights turned on one-by-one and surrounded him on all sides. John registered his eyes were closed, the light only passing through his eyelids, so he opened them.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was floating in a brightly-lit vacuum, John would've jumped. His feet dangled over nothing, his arms moved freely by his side as John glanced nervously around. Other than the lights encasing him in some container he couldn't make out, there was nothing else. John gave himself a once-over and found no injuries, not even a scratch or bruise could be found. His clothes were complete, down to his many rings and the ketchup he had spilled on himself earlier.

[Nice, isn't it? Like nothing happened!]

John's head shot up, turning this way and that, but there still wasn't anything.

[You won't be able to see me, I'm in your head. Nice to meet you, John!]

With a curse, John ran a hand through his hair. If this was the afterlife, it sucked. Or maybe he was in the middle of a fever dream and would wake up at any time.

[No and no. Although you did die, you aren't in the afterlife. In fact, you're getting a second chance! All you have to do is play a little game and you can go back to your body, all healed up and everything!]

"There's a catch," John muttered mostly to himself, eyes narrowed as if he's still trying to locate where the voice is coming from. "There's always a catch."

[Not this time, buckaroo. This game is real easy to beat compared to the others, I think you'll actually like it! I'm in your head, remember? I know what you like and dislike, this game is right up your alley.]

John didn't respond right away, "Okay I'll bite, what kind of game are we talking about? Social deduction? A platformer?" He paused, "Digital mini golf?"

[BAHAHAHA!]

Before John could curse out the voice, he found he had no name to use in cursing it out.

[Ohhh I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm just a lowly System, you can call me that from now on! Don't worry about the game, like I said I'm sure you'll like it, so it's a surprise! Make sure to thank me properly later on~]

He couldn't help but frown deeply, this System was the worst! How could he beat a game he knew nothing about? Would the System tell him anything?

[Right, so, I'll give you some rules before we get started. You need to get 50,000 points to beat the game, from there you'll only have one chance to leave the game. If you decline, you can stay and play the game forever. However, you can also leave the game and return to your normal life, but you'll only have one chance to make that decision.]

"Alright fine, how do I earn points? What's the contents of the game?"

[Not so fast, I need to leave something for you to figure out. You'll have to figure out how to earn the points on your own, but I'll give you a couple more hints! Hey why are you scowling like that?]

John's arms were crossed, his body slowly turning in a circle in the gravity-less place as he pouted, "Don't mind me, go on. Tell me more about your stupid game."

[Come on, don't be like that! This is all for your sake! Anyway, you have a day to earn points, and when you go to bed, the points you earned for the day are added up and you get insight on how you earned them! Additionally, when you wake up the next day, you'll be in a different world, if not a completely different universe!]

"How does that sound exciting to you? I'll be going in blind to basically everything! This is stupid, maybe I should just go to the afterlife instead!"

[...well.....]

"What," John snapped, throwing his hands up into the metaphorical air, "what could make this any worse!?"

[Ahaaa, well, you see...you have no choice. You're entering the game either way, so, good luck and all that!]

John deadpanned, staring off into space as his body continued to drift in the expanse of light. This System was truly the worst!

[Close your eyes, John. When you open them again, you'll have started to play. I hope you enjoy~ hehehehe~]

With an angry grunt, John eventually shut his eyes against the blinding lights, muttering some choice words under his breath as he prayed that he'll never have to talk to the System ever again. To his surprise however, the light was fading and returned to darkness. Feeling started to creep back into his body, the sensation of something soft and warm under him as John realized he was lying down. He could distantly hear birds chirping and cars passing by, an overall cheery morning.

So of course John's eyes would immediately shoot open, sitting up at a speed he didn't know he was capable of and throwing off the duvet covering his body. Another once-over reveals...nothing. He's only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, comfortable and stylish, and even the floor boards under his bare feet weren't too cold. Nothing was amiss, a cozy bedroom complete with a computer setup and a full closet. The window revealed a beautiful day, the surroundings both new and familiar, but altogether clean.

John pulled at his hair in frustration, he knew nothing and the System was useless, and his survival relied on him beating the game? He felt truly screwed! He didn't even know if there was a time limit!

Suddenly, a smart phone he glossed over lit up on the desk, a single message popping up on the otherwise blank screen. With a sigh John reached for it, at least with this, he can start finding clues on how to beat the game. Even in the situation he was in, he couldn't hold back the slight smile when he read who the sender was.

Maybe the game wasn't so bad after all.

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John quickly wiped away the creepy smile on his face. There wasn't anyone else with him in the room, but he still didn't like the idea of being caught. Shaking his head, John opened the message and read through.

"Good morning John! You've probably slept in a little, but that's okay! I'm sure you're still getting used to living in Canada, so when you wake up make sure to text me back, I have something I want to show you!"

Was his heart beating a little bit faster now? John paid his body no mind, even when it felt like his chest would burst and his temperature start to rise. Would this be considered...a date? He forced himself out of thoughts and quickly typed a reply. Surprisingly, another message came through almost instantly, attached with it a location.

"Wow you're already awake? That's good news then! Hurry and get ready to go, meet me there or else."

John couldn't help but feel like the message was forced, Smitty wouldn't have said that, would he? This is way too pure of a message! What should he say back? After a few seconds of arguing with himself, he sent a simple "okay lol" back and set the phone down. Now, he was lost. Smitty was in the game, and so far, John gathered that he had recently moved to Canada. Was this the real Smitty or a fake Smitty? Looks like he has more questions for the System.

With a sigh, he examined the contents of his closet, the same washed-out jeans and simple shirts he's used to. Nothing seemed amiss so far, but John couldn't help being a bit on edge. However, in either life or death John would be damned to keep Smitty waiting, so he grabbed the closest things and stuck them on. He was halfway out the front door looking at the directions on his phone when he realized he didn't shower or brush his teeth.

Rather, he didn't need to. His mouth felt fine and after a breath test, nothing was off. Sniffing his armpits in the hallway of the apartment building also revealed nothing wrong. He was perfectly clean, and he wondered if that would stay with him. Shrugging to himself, he set off again, the view of his destination was only a short walk away.

Smitty was always considerate like that, and even in the busy street of people milling about, John could spot said man sitting on his phone on a cement flowerbed. The light shining directly on him made Smitty look almost angelic, black hair tousled like he also just rolled out of bed and dark eyes narrowed to see what was on his phone's screen. John had a hard time tearing his eyes away, especially since his friend chose to wear shorts in the nice weather.

His only choice was choke down his thoughts and approach Smitty, and be blinded by the dazzling smile Smitty gave him when he noticed John getting closer. Well, the game got that right at least.

"Took you long enough, for a minute I thought you left me hanging," Smitty greeted, standing and putting his phone away. "Since you're still getting settled I thought it'd be nice to show you a place and get lunch!" John fought back the dopey smile threatening to appear with a lip twitch, instead trying to control it to a normal smile.

"That's real nice of you, you taking me on a date," John said easily. He did not expect Smitty's face to turn a light pink as he glanced away, that's certainly new.

"Shut up," Smitty muttered, turning back to John and grabbing his hand to drag him inside whatever food place they were standing in front of. "I hope you didn't eat before this!" John let himself get half-dragged inside, some mushy feeling in his gut as he went. It seems he has even more questions for the System.

...

A good day. A great day, even. Spending the greater part of the afternoon with his best friend, John was on cloud nine. He had monopolized Smitty all day, no one else, just him. John was almost satisfied, and absolutely in bliss when he laid down to sleep that night. Closing his eyes he was out like a light, and then came the annoying part.

He found himself back in the weird box as before, floating in a void with nothing to indicate anything other than the blinding LED's on all sides. John visibly tensed, did this mean he failed? Or worse, did he have to talk to the System?

[Wow I feel the love, is that how you want to treat your dear-]

"Can it asshole, what do you want?"

[Hmph, this is part of the game. Each night we have a little chat to talk about your performance during the day!]

John crossed his arms, "Then how was it?"

[It was shit!]

John blanched, "How could it be shit? Nothing went wrong!"

[More precisely, nothing happened. You call that a good game? You're gonna have to step it up!]

"How do I do that then? You're not telling me anything," John snapped. It was like deja vu from their first meeting.

[Okay okay, listen to me. Be bold!]

"Bold?"

[Bold! This game is very forgiving, so, just be bold!]

John thought for a minute, bold in what aspect? He just hung out with Smitty all day, what could be bolder about that?

[I think you'll understand once we go over your points from the day. You unlocked two new actions! Congrats!]

"So I earned some points," John exclaimed. Maybe the game wasn't that hard!

[You earned...sixty. Sixty points. For the day.]

Like a punch to the gut, John felt very offended. He unlocked something but still earned so few points. Was beating the game even possible?

[It is, you just suck.]

"I hate you."

[The actions you unlocked were... Holding Hands and Dates. Wow, you move real slowly don't you?]

Wait, what? Those were the actions? Then, the way Smitty was acting earlier...

[Bingo! Ugh finally, you aren't the smartest are you? Look, just take my advice, be bolder and you'll be earning those points in no time!]

John grinned to himself, if it was that type of game, then he should have no problem beating it. He just had to take the System's advice.

[Now that my job is out of the way, good luck! I'll give you a hint, your world hasn't changed yet, so have fun now!]

John's eyes were open this time as the lights went out, one by one until there was nothing but darkness. He guessed the moment he blinked, he'd wake up again, and his guess was proven when he woke up to the same room as before. He didn't get up right away, he rolled onto his back and smiled to himself.

He likes this game.

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Eventually John would have to get up and figure out a new plan of attack to beat the game, but in all honesty, the bed was extremely comfortable and John was at the perfect state. The game thought of everything apparently. John hasn't felt hungry or cold once, he didn't need to go to the bathroom and he was always clean. He wondered if there was a chance he could be harmed in any way, like another accident. Instinctively he felt that it wasn't possible to get hurt, the game seemed too reliable.

John sat up and checked his phone, and to his surprise there was another message from Smitty. A simple "good morning text" with an excited sticker. He's never seen Smitty use the sticker feature this way, but John didn't think too much about it. He sent a reply back and was about to put the phone down when it buzzed again. This Smitty is more available than the real one.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, but I have someplace else I wanna show you. I'll understand if you don't wanna go out two days in a row, but I think you'll like this place too!"

John's lip twitched, he's going on another date? Not that he minded, he needs points after all. He sent an "okay" and received another location in return. John looked it up as he changed, a park somewhere downtown. Smitty was a real romantic then, John thought as he pulled on ten different rings, taking him to park how many days since he supposedly moved to Canada?

When John finished, he checked himself out in the mirror and fixed his hair. Shorts today as it seemed like a warmer day, unusual for Canada but not too hot, and a random open button-up. He looked at least more presentable than yesterday. If John was right about what kind of game this was he should probably pay a little more attention to his appearance for his own sake.

Soon he was walking through the town again, one he didn't even know the name of, with plenty of NPCs filling the place, however John wasn't paying attention to them in the slightest. He still couldn't tell what kind of game it was, he had narrowed it down to two genres, but to really figure out a plan he needed to clarify which of the two. John guessed that if he experimented during the date today, then he wouldn't need to keep trying to interrogate the annoying System.

Again, Smitty was waiting for him at the location, and again, he looked stunning. However, it seems the System read his mind yesterday as Smitty was wearing booty shorts instead of the khakis he wore the day prior. John's brain almost short-circuited at the sight, his legs halting on the sidewalk as he stared at a distance. The System might not be as bad as he thought.

Black booty shorts with white accent and a loose baseball tee, the more John stared, the less he could breathe. At least that explains why the System chose to make the day hotter this time around. Smitty looked absolutely beautiful. He sat up from the bench he was sitting on and jogged over to John, an equally concerned and confused expression on his face upon noticing him just standing there.

"Hey John, you didn't get sick or anything did you?" John sucked in a sharp breath to reset his breathing, he had to play it cool in front of Smitty if he wanted to win, but game be damned Smitty was tempting.

Finally he managed to speak at a level tone, "No, was just thinking you look good." Smitty liked honesty, right? That wasn't John making a mistake this early? As John was internally panicking, Smitty blushed crimson and coughed into his hand.

"You're so shameless," Smitty muttered, "Anyway there's somewhere I want to get a treat from and I wanted to go with you." Seeing Smitty's reaction to John's accidental flirting, John remembered the System's advice and readied himself.

John couldn't help but grin, "You like taking me out? I feel like I need to step up, take you out for a change." Smitty glared at him in response, but it lacked heat and he ended up flushing anyway. John took the initiative and intertwined their hands together, his ringed fingers squeezing Smitty's delicate and pale hand. "Let's go then, Smit."

...

Smitty, when he got over John's actions, took them to a nearby ice cream stand. It's not really a place John would consider in taking someone on a date, but John wasn't arguing when Smitty didn't let go the entire time, and thanks to John's cleverness, he convinced Smitty to only get one vanilla cone to share. This is where he'll really lay on his flirting.

Sitting on the same bench before, they let go of their hands and John held the cone, slightly melty as the swirls started to collapse. Smitty was looking at him expectantly, as if he wanted John to take the first lick. John didn't work that way.

"Better hurry Smit, it'll melt, we don't have time to take turns." Smitty blinked and nodded, biting his lip as he evidently got nervous. Of course John was too, but he was just taking the System's advice to heart, gotta go bold or go home. Or however that went, John was too busy thinking about how bold he can get away with.

Both timidly leaned forward to lick the ice cream, on their respective sides, slowly and nervously. That is, until John purposely tilted his head, John's larger tongue brushing the tip of Smitty's. Other than a slight jump and Smitty's lip twitching, he didn't show an adverse reaction. Be bold, John thought, be bold. He did it again with more force. Smitty's eyes fluttered shut, a breathy sigh escaping him at the contact, and that was all the bravado John needed. He dropped the ice cream on the ground, using his other hand to cup Smitty's face.

John brought their lips together for the first time, relishing the soft skin and vanilla flavor that coats his tongue. Smitty didn't fight it in the slightest, he opened his mouth obediantly and moaned sweetly when John took that as his invitation. Smitty's tongue was still cool as John sucked on it, licking the back of his teeth and the inners of his cheeks. John broke away first, watching Smitty pant quietly against his lips with his eyes still shut, tears pooling just under his dark eyelashes.

"You okay," John breathed, relishing Smitty's subtle shudder as he asked. He only nodded, suddenly dipping his head and hiding his face in John's shoulder.

"...more than okay," he eventually said, clutching John's button up like it was lifeline. John couldn't hold back the smirk on his face as he idly ran a hand up and down Smitty's back. He didn't notice when his other hand drifted to hold Smitty's thigh until he felt Smitty's suppressed moan against his neck. Well, now he knows for sure what kind of game it is. And that he likes playing it.

Gingerly, he grasped Smitty's face and brought him back up to steal a kiss, Smitty whining quietly as he did so. No matter how hard and desperate John got, Smitty didn't run away and allowed John to ravage his mouth. If he was supposed to be bold, he'll be bold.

...

John wasn't as startled this time around when he opened his eyes to the blinding area, simply crossing his arms as he waited for the System's greeting.

[HELLO JOHN!!]

That didn't take long.

[Your performance today was even better! It wasn't perfect, but it was better.]

"You told me to be bold, if anything it's your fault that I'm struggling," John huffed, always quick to argue.

[I know I know, but all the systems have to-]

The System got cut off mid-sentence, a jarring glitch effect interupting it. John couldn't help but feel uneasy drifting around after that, but the System doesn't stay silent.

[Sorry, I almost broke a rule. Anyway! It seems you finally figured things out, and you even encountered my careful settings change! I hope you enjoyed that gift.]

John couldn't deny that he enjoyed it immensely, if the System kept adjusting the world to his tastes, he could tolerate it's existence.

[I'll keep that in mind! By the way, you unlocked two more actions today and earned 310pts! Congrats! Now that you've discovered Kissing and Making Out, I wonder what else you're going to try?]

"Alright, I have one question, can you answer that?"

[Sure thing! What is it?]

John paused, he didn't expect the System to so easily cave, "Is this a romance game? Or is it..."

[A hentai game? Yep! There's no romancing needed, all you have to do is go for it. Remember what I said before, be bold and you'll be earning points in no time! One last hint, tomorrow is your last day in this world, so make it count! Think of it like the tutorial world.]

He was only half listening to the later sentences, instead focusing on the revelation that was taking both his head and nether regions by storm. A hentai death game with his best friend? John subconsciously licked his lips and his eyes darkened.

Be bold he'll be, then.

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He didn't want to get up. The bed was perfect, the just right warmth and softness for John's preferences, the soft morning light and quiet blanketing over the world. John was in his own version of bliss where he almost forgot about the game. However in truth it was only seconds prior that he had the revelation that this was a hentai game, molded to John's whims and wants, so he wasn't down for long. In the literal sense, his dick was already twitching.

But John fought back the rising horniness, he still had a game to play, and he shouldn't get too swept up. He need a plan of attack, a strategy if you will, on how to get through the game. According to the System, there wasn't any romancing required and the game was very forgiving, so John could theoretically do whatever he pleased with no consequences, but he still had to follow the game's plan somewhat if he wanted to earn points.

John eventually huffed a sigh, rolling out of his perfect bed to rest his bare feet against the perfect floor. He couldn't have a lazy day if he wanted to win and escape, as much as he wanted to sink back under the covers and shut his eyes like he did when he was alive. With a stretch he grabbed some decent looking clothes and changed, no need to for a morning poo or breakfast. However John still wandered into the bathroom to check himself out, not wanting to take his chances. Turning this way and that in the mirror revealed nothing too ugly or unusual.

Now that John was spending time thinking about it, he hasn't properly examined his body past a quick pat-down in the System hub or glances when he's changing. He felt pretty stupid upon realizing he never actually double checked and took the System's word as absolute. So far he hadn't encountered any issues with his body, not even his basic needs got in the way, so John naturally assumed nothing was wrong. As John thought about it, he brushed his hair back away from his face and froze.

Lifting his hair away from his face revealed a cut on his left temple, starting from just below his hairline and stretching diagonally down to his ear. It was about three inches long, a pale pink contrasting against his skin. John started to feel lightheaded as he stared, soon realizing he was holding his breath and remedying it with a sudden deep gulp. Timidly, he brought his free hand to gently prod at the skin, the sides of the wound moving to show not a cut, John found it was a deep gash instead. More pulling and John could see the white bone of his skull underneath, the pink walls of the gash refusing to turn bloody.

The more John looked, the more he felt like there was no blood available, like the wound was completely drained of it. Suddenly, a few loud knocks echoed through his apartment, startling John enough that he accidentally slammed his hand against the wound as he jumped. Just as he did, an intense pounding overtook his head, a horrendous headache gripped his skull. John could only grit his teeth with a sharp hiss, stumbling his way to the front door.

Opening it, John blinked in surprise through the pain, one hand rubbing the side of his head. Standing in the apartment hallway was a bashful-looking Smitty, holding up a Switch case to John to see.

"Smit? What are you doing here?" It was when the words already left his mouth that John realized he might be stupid, of course Smitty would have a reason to show up at his door, the entire game revolved around the two of them. He watched Smitty's face fall slightly, him dropping the hand that held up the Switch back to his side.

"I wanted to play some Mario Kart or some Mario Party with you, but if you're not feeling good I can come back at a different time," Smitty answered, lips pursed as he stared at John's head.

It clicked with John, finally, "Oh I just have a headache, it's nothing too big." Smitty didn't look convinced, furrowing his brows, "It's already fading, you can come in Smit." John was telling the truth after all, the headache was already leaving, as if Smitty's arrival took it away. Smitty however only nodded, stepping inside when John moved to the side. He still seemed doubtful, a way kinder version of Smitty.

John didn't think Smitty was inherently a mean person, but he was sometimes rude enough to force John to do something if it was just a headache. However this Smitty was different, seeming to willfully turn around and leave with a simple "sorry, I'll come again" for John's sake. He didn't have an opinion on which version was better, but he did appreciate this Smitty.

Turning around to view his living room again, John watched silently as Smitty was rigging his Switch to his TV. It really didn't make sense why Smitty would be setting up local play when John had his own Switch, but hentai didn't always need logic to be effective. Smitty stopped and started nervously shifting his feet upon noticing John standing there, staring at him.

"Uhm John, are you sure you're alright?" This brought John out of his thoughts, and with a deep breath, he started his plan on getting into this Smitty's pants.

He carefully padded over, raising his hands to rub the back of Smitty's arms, watching with bated breath as Smitty shivered and flushed under his gentle touch. John couldn't stop the pleased smirk from forming on his face, licking his lips as he inched closer.

"Smit," John coaxed quietly, "we can have some fun without the Switch. Do you trust me?" He relished Smitty's embarrassed expression, his pursued lips as he thought with his furrowed brows and reddened skin. Smitty mulled it over and eventually nodded, looking annoyed when John only raised his eyebrow. John liked forcing Smitty to say he was into this, he wasn't going to take his head nodding as a proper answer and judging by the glare he was getting, Smitty knew this too.

"Fine, I trust you." Smitty paused, worrying his lip between his teeth, "What did you have in mind?" John immediately moved, using one hand to grip the back of Smitty's head and mash their lips together, using the other to force Smitty backwards by his hip. Smitty's legs hit the couch cushions, and with the gasp that he let out, John's tongue was filling his mouth eagerly. In another instant, John had switched their positions, plopping onto the couch and dragging Smitty's head downward to continue their sloppy make out session.

The more John tasted Smitty's mouth, the more he felt himself getting addicted. He tasted sweet, every part of his mouth reminded him of Japanese candies, Smitty's knees starting to shake against his own. Smitty managed to firmly press against John's shoulders and pull away, gripping tightly as if it's taking a lot of effort, John loving the saliva stringing between their lips as he memorized Smitty's turned on expression.

"John wait, please! I can't stand anymore-" John was once again quick to act, whipping Smitty around by his hips and sitting him down on his lap, tilting Smitty's head to the side so he can still taste his mouth. Smitty couldn't escape John's determined tongue and the obvious hard-on underneath him, and his only response was to moan quietly as John's hands drifted along his inner thighs.

It was John's turn to pause, pulling away just enough to eye Smitty's face and body, flushed a beet red with teary eyes, legs opening as John's hands moved closer to his cock. He looked absolutely delectable to John. Finally, he cupped Smitty's boner through his jeans and watched in awe as Smitty threw his head back onto John's shoulder, letting out a shuddering moan along with a single word.

"Joohhhnn-!" Said man felt his own dick jump in his pants, Smitty's needy voice almost enough to get him leaking. Smitty let out more sweet moans as John pressed harder. suddenly wrapping an arm around John's head as if he wanted them to be closer.

Fighting the back the urge to shove his own dick somewhere, John licked his lips and slowed his groping, "Smit-" He was interrupted by another louder moan, John guessing it was from his low tone directly in the other man's ear, but he continued. "Smit, can I touch you more? Please?" Smitty nodded and wiggled his hips impatiently, barely holding back his bucking into John's hands as he struggled with his jean button and zipper. "Fuck, hold still!"

Smitty did so with a whine, practically vibrating as John finally undid his pants, sliding them and his underwear down enough to free his dick. John sighed dreamily, rock-hard and already glistening, smaller than his dick and a pretty pink as Smitty was grabbing his hands, glaring at him with tears in his eyes.

"You said you wanted to touch me," he whined again, pants becoming moans as John used one hand to grip his cock with a quiet "sorry." In truth he was admiring Smitty and how pretty he looked like this, writhing under his slight touched on his lap, begging for more. John relished how easily his one hand covered Smitty's dick, wrapping around it and practically enveloping it. Slowly, he started pumping, feeling Smitty tense and jerk in his arms as he quickened his pace. It didn't take long for Smitty to cry out John's name as he came, almost too quickly for John's taste.

However, he was too busy staring at his sticky hand and feeling Smitty continue to breath heavily against his chest to pay too much attention to how soon Smitty came or not. He wasn't satisfied yet, even if Smitty was.

John glanced at Smitty's face, swallowing back his horniness enough to think, "Smit I'm not done, don't you want to help me too?" Smitty jerked, meeting John's eyes bashfully at the suggestive tone. John got a sense of deja vu as Smitty took another minute to answer, nodding and only raising his voice a couple seconds later.

"Do...do you want me to give you a handjob too?" This time, John took a moment to think about it. He liked that idea, but he had a different one in mind.

"Not quite," John muttered, guiding Smitty into position onto the couch, "Come on, hands and knees for me." Gently lifting Smitty's bottom into the air, John carefully watched his reactions. So far so good, only another expression of embarrassment but no sign of him hating it. John tugged Smitty's pants down enough to free his thighs, sliding his shirt out of the way as he did so. He had his own dick out in seconds, shuddering as he rubbed it against Smitty's thighs, slipping it between the soft and milky flesh. "Just keep your legs together, okay Smit?"

Smitty glanced back at John, nodding albeit with a quivering lip. As much as John wanted to chase after his own pleasure, he also wanted to take it gently and slowly, this was his first time being intimate with any Smitty so he wanted them both to feel good. Gritting his teeth with effort, he thrust shallowly against Smitty's ass, fighting the urge to pound into his heavenly body. Both to his surprise and not his surprise, Smitty started moaning again, his smaller dick hardening with John's thrusts.

"Holy shit Smit, you're getting off on this," John said incredulously. His thrusting shuddered as he watched Smitty glare at him again, drooling and panting with his cheek on the couch cushion.

"I can't help-ah! It," Smitty attempted to shoot back, "I'm sensitive-ah!" John took that as his cue to fuck his thighs in earnest, bending over Smitty as his hips thrust faster, pressing sloppy kisses against Smitty's milky neck and groaning into his skin. All that time without getting relief was starting to get to John, feeling his own orgasm getting closer in time with Smitty's increasingly needy moans. When Smitty jerked and came again with a quiet sob, John was cumming in Smitty's tightened thighs, struggling not to just let himself collapse onto Smitty, who laid on his side with shaky breaths.

John was already feeling the sleepiness, taking everything in him to zip himself up and attempt to help Smitty's pants back up his legs, more difficult given how Smitty was falling asleep and tiredly pushing him away, whining something about being sensitive still. He could only sigh and give up, laying down next to Smitty on the cramped couch and shutting his eyes.

There's no point in trying to talk to Smitty like this, so he'll go to sleep and talk to him later.

...

Turns out, even if it's the middle of the day, sleeping still sent him to the System's void.

[Good job John, good job! You're finally getting the hang of this game!]

Said man was drifting in the space with a blank face, staring at nothing as his brain worked to catch up with what he just did.

[Yes yes, you had some intimacy with your best friend. What's most important here is how many points you earned! You unlocked the action Handjobs/Fingerfucking, and you even unlocked a Special Instance! Congrats!]

This brought John out of his thoughts, "Wait, Special Instance? What's that?"

[I'm so glad you asked, John! You see, either due to your choices or random chance, you'll unlock a Special Instance! It's similar to an action, but can only be cashed in once. However, it gives you 1,000 points to make up!]

"And I got one of those? How?"

[It's easy John, not everyone goes for a good ole' thigh fucking, but it's certainly a classic! This has earned you the Special Instance: Fucked Thighs!]

John was liking this game more and more, feeling fantastic after his first real sexual encounter with his best friend. He was suddenly feeling the urge to get on to the next part, already over his sleepiness from cumming. Suddenly, he was reminded of another question he had.

"Hey, there's this weird cut on my head. Do you know what that's about? Didn't you say I was all healed up?" The System didn't speak right away.

[You're getting a different game than everyone else John, other people-]

It was once again cut off by a loud glitchy sound, jarring and terrifying when you're drifting in a vacuum. After that, the System didn't speak, but the lights still turned off one-by-one. John got the hint, but he was feeling a bit on edge after that. He obediently shut his eyes nevertheless and waited for the next world.

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When John woke up, his bedroom had changed. Judging by the size and the distant shouting, he was still in an apartment complex somewhere, although this time it was night, a clear beam of moonlight reaching through his blinds and bathing the cool room in white. John swung his legs over the side of the bed and glanced around, realizing that this might become his routine. Waking up and immediately piecing together the clues from his surroundings to figure out what sort of situation he would find Smitty in.

He finally noticed a computer desk pushed against the far wall, the power indicator showing it was only in sleep mode. John brightened and stood, hurrying over to shake the mouse and wincing at the bright light the monitor quickly shot out. Upon adjusting his eyes, he sucked in a breath. There was a Wikipedia article pulled up with his name and face on it, with several articles in it. However, the synopsis covered what he needed to know.

In this world, he was a famous actor, an A-list celebrity and highly regarded for his skill in front of the camera and his artistic hobbies.

Suddenly John was appreciative of the System, thanking it in his head. However, thinking about it seriously, it made no sense for an A-list actor like him to live in some shoddy apartment like this, almost a copy of the previous one. Suddenly John was less appreciative of the System.

With a sigh he went to find the bathroom, flicking on the light to examine his face. If he was an actor, then his face was the most important asset after all. However, it was still plain him. John's face was still John's face, to his disappointment. There was no magical halo of light that showed off the most handsome nose in the world, no anime sparkle in his eyes, and no crackling fireworks in his aura.

He frowned and lifted his bangs, and it was to no one's surprise the bloodless wound on his forehead was still there. Poking and prodding at it brought no pain, no blood, nothing. It almost seemed to mock him and his amazing actor face. As much as John wanted to ask the System what was up with the wound, he figured he wouldn't be told no matter how he asked. Even if he prostrated himself in the gravity-less space between instances, the System would metaphorically grin and shake it's head.

Only one last detail remained, Smitty. Where was he in this world? What role did he take on? And how would John successfully get in his pants? At least with being such a cool celebrity, the work will be cut out for him.

John grunted to himself as he thought, almost missing the dry erase board in his room as he walked back in. He could read the sloppy handwriting as his, barely remaining in the lines of the weekly schedule chart. Friday was circled roughly seven times with the red marker, mixing with the black letters in some places. The schedule for the day was a simply two word order, "Go drinking."

Well, apparently being a celebrity was easy if he had a full day devoted to just drinking. Glancing at his PC showed it was Friday, but only barely.

"12:42," John muttered to himself. Assuming he was correct, the system woke him up at just past midnight so he could spend the whole day drinking somewhere in a bar. Would there be any bars that were open all day? The system seemed to be full of plotholes as one would expect in a porno, but by that logic, John would be meeting Smitty before the bar would close, so he wouldn't even run into the plothole in action.

With a harrumph, John located a decent outfit, fixed his appearance up enough, and grabbed the fancy looking phone on his nightstand. John didn't know where the bar in question would be, but glancing through his search history he found that it was filled with the name of one in particular, and putting it in Google Maps revealed it was right around the corner. He felt a little insulted that the actor version of himself was obsessed with one bar and seemed to be borderline alcoholic.

Suddenly John lost all respect for the System again.

Just as soon as he left the apartment complex, Google Maps told John he was at his destination, a lowkey building with a simple chalkboard sign outside that announced it was actually an innocent bar and not a gangster hideout. John put his phone away and hyped himself up, this would most likely be his first meeting with Smitty in this instance and he didn't have the previous friendship to rely on, so any moves he put on had to be spotless if he wanted to succeed.

Wait, was there any punishment if he failed to fuck Smitty before falling asleep?

Shaking that can of worms out of it's snowball effect, John bravely put on an indifferent expression and stepped inside, trying his best to appear as cool and nonchalant as he could. To his surprise, no one came running up to him for autographs and pictures. Everyone stayed humbly in their seats, a quiet chatter filling the slightly musty air, and not one set of eyes landed on him.

John grumbled under his breath and slipped onto a barstool at the counter, holding back the urge to hang his head into his hand and pout. What's the use of being a really cool actor if no one cared!?

Still, John managed to keep his head up and features even as he waited to be served. There was a noise behind the wall and out of the back room scurried a figure in a black uniform. Coming closer, John sucked in a breath. Smitty appeared before him, a white collared shirt with a black vest adorned his smaller figure, a half apron hanging on his huggable waist and covering some of his black work pants.

When Smitty made eye contact, his expression abruptly changed, a light flush spreading on his cheeks to his neck, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone else saw what he saw. He brought his hands up to fiddle nervously with his thumbs across the counter.

John couldn't fight off the grin that seeped onto his face, several different thoughts running through his head as he eye-fucked Smitty. The advantages of being a celebrity weren't that everyone would recognize him, but that one person would recognize him, and promptly become a flustered mess. Additionally, it would make sense that Actor John really liked this particular bar if it meant being served by Bartender Smitty, but wasn't this supposed to be their first meeting?

Whatever relationship the two had, it seemed Bartender Smitty likes Actor John a very obvious amount and would probably be a lower difficulty target. Lastly, Smitty looks really good in that uniform.

Of course, everyone has a uniform kink on some level, but for John, seeing Smitty in this perfectly tailored outfit makes him want to immediately tear apart the button up and start eating up that pale chest-

John snapped out of his dirty thoughts upon realizing that Smitty was trying to get his attention, "Mister John? Are you alright?" Mister. Smitty said mister.

Quickly breaking out of his stupor, John decided to lay on his flirting skills, "Sorry, just got lost looking at a cutie." Even he agreed it was cheesy but Smitty still blushed more, briefly looking away with an expression that screamed "I'm trying really hard not to look like I enjoyed that." Smitty corrected himself and went back into "serving mode."

"What would you like to drink?" Smitty's voice cracked a little, but otherwise remained very professional. John thought about it seriously, to capture this target it wouldn't be likely he could fuck him during his shift, so he would have to wait until after it ended.

He thought of something to say while he continued to brainstorm his attack plan, "The fruitiest thing you got!" Smitty's breathy laugh almost escaped John, who was still thinking very seriously on how he could seduce the pretty man. Smitty's practiced motions made up the side of John's vision as some bright looking drink started to take form. If John had to wait until the end of Smitty's shift, then he needed some more information to plan his approach-

He was interrupted again by the completed drink being placed in front of him, some margarita that John would gulp down in a few swigs. As he did so, he could see Smitty hesitating, and looking as if he wanted to say something.

Putting together the pieces, John acted quickly, "It tastes good, cutie." Smitty brightened up and smiled, "Say, what time do you get off?" This time, Smitty's brain seemed to short circuit as he blushed a tomato red, looking at John with his mouth parted as no words formed. John waited patiently, giving Smitty the best desire-ridden smile he had as he played with the now-empty margarita glass.

Finally, he managed a practically silent sentence, "I get off right now." John blinked in surprise and quickly pulled out his phone, and sure enough, it was now a couple minutes until one. Smitty nodded in affirmation, "You're my last customer for tonight." John switched back to his flirting setting and pushed the margarita glass in Smitty's direction.

"Well, looks like you served me my last drink for tonight," Smitty's cheeks burned as he grasped the glass and hurried off, refusing to make eye contact until he came back. His apron was put away but his uniform was still intact, and now being around the counter, John could see Smitty's round ass that he dearly missed. Smitty still fiddled with his thumbs nervously, but his heated gaze held John's equally blown out eyes levelly.

With a nod, John gently grasped Smitty's soft hand and led him out the front door. His apartment wasn't far but his dick was already hard, his dirty thoughts catching up to him, so he instead pulled Smitty into a nearby alley. Far enough that any employees wouldn't see them at the bar, but close enough that John didn't have to waste more time pushing Smitty against a wall and clashing their lips together.

Smitty was silent until now, where he eagerly parted his mouth and quickly licked at John's teeth, throwing his arms around John's neck. The taller man wasn't one to waste an opportunity and grasped at Smitty's ass, squeezing it and pulling him upwards as if to melt their bodies together. Smitty let out a quiet moan that was smothered by John's aggressive kissing, tilting this way and that to taste every part of his friend's mouth. Every part of their bodies that touched was electrified, a thrumming heat reaching every limb as they tangled together in the alley.

When John's hands moved to start taking apart the vest's buttons, Smitty suddenly grasped his hands tightly, pulling away just enough to catch his breath. After a couple seconds and impatient staring from John, he pieced together his thoughts with a slightly hoarse voice.

"We're still outside, I want my clothes to still be in once piece," Smitty choked out, John looking displeased but he respectfully nodded in the end. Smitty bit his inner cheek in thought, and a second later he crouched against the wall, careful to not hit John from their proximity. He now sat eye-level with the bulge in John's pants, hands coming up to fumble with the belt and zipper as John sucked in a sharp breath above him.

Smitty didn't seem very practiced in this aspect, struggling to get into John's pants as his hands shook with excitement, and as impatient as John was, he let Smitty take over and set the pace. He didn't want to scare his cutie off and so he simply grit his teeth as he waited. When his dick was finally free, Smitty's eyes went wide as he stared, admiring the size and state of John's poor dick.

A red and wet looking head, with pronounced veins running along the length. Smitty suddenly swallowed thickly, glancing up to make sure John was okay with this position. John wanted to yell "deepthroat it already" but he quickly nodded in response, clenching a fist in restraint. Smitty returned to the dick in front of his face, using a hand to explore the shaft and tentatively licking the head. When John let out a quiet groan, Smitty grew emboldened.

Smitty licked with a little more force, pulled away to wet his lips, and then sucked it in as much as he could without choking. John fought back the urge to buck into his wet mouth, bracing himself against the wall with a fist in his teeth to hold back his moan. He bit harder as Smitty's tongue curiously swirled over his length, as if appreciating the taste and feeling.

Although it was slow, Smitty finally got to properly sucking, a sloppy noise filling the alley as he worked as carefully as he could. It was obvious to John that this was Smitty's first blowjob, his awareness of his teeth that still brought the occasional brush against John's dick, the lack of hand movement, even down to the way his tongue lapped it was obvious. Somehow, that was incredibly hot to John.

Smitty realized he should hollow his cheeks and tried to take it in deeper, given how only half was in his mouth, but he quickly realized his gag reflex stopped him. John however, was close and wanted to come.

"Sorry," he offered in a hoarse voice as he cupped the back of Smitty's head, reveling the soft hair he found there as he thrust deeply into his friend's mouth. John was sure he was struggling to breath so he vowed to make it quick, ignoring the strangled noise Smitty let out as he bucked his hips into Smitty's face. A few more rough thrusts and he came, keeping Smitty's head in place to take it until he was done spasming. When he released Smitty's head, John didn't give him enough time to cough for air or swallow the cum, instead hefting him onto his feet and fiercely kissing him.

John could taste the saltiness of his own cum as he forced his tongue in again, Smitty surpressing a cough as he clung into John, eyes watery from the rough treatment a moment prior. As John finally let up, both men swallowed the shared cum and saliva, Smitty still choking for a minute. John quickly put himself away as he pressed his face into Smitty's shoulder, both fighting to catch their breath.

"My place is around the corner," John forced out, "wanna continue this there?" After a couple seconds, John could feel Smitty nod. Another grin broke out on his face as he grabbed the pretty boy's hand again and powerwalked out of the alley. Smitty struggled to keep up, and sported an obvious hard-on, but he didn't protest once. He let himself be led down the sidewalk, up the apartment's stairs, and into the unit.

John practically flung Smitty onto his bed, stooping to rip apart the vest and button up as Smitty attempted to grab his head to bring him into yet another makeout session. The taller man complied, moving his tongue in tandem with Smitty's as his hands roved the expanse of Smitty's chest, roughly squeezing his breasts and pinching his nipples.

The sweet moans Smitty let out weren't completed eaten up by John's mouth, egging John on more. He used one hand to force Smitty onto the bed properly, returning it to massaging his chest, continuing to please Smitty's want of kisses while he used his second hand to undo the offending uniform pants. In less time than Smitty took, John freed his cock and quickly went to work pumping it dry.

Smitty whined loudly in response, and yet still arched his back into John's touch, breaking the kiss to moan into the air, saliva covering the lower part of his face. John didn't like staying idle and moved his mouth down, using his tongue to explore what his one hand couldn't reach on it's own of Smitty's chest. It didn't take much more for Smitty to come with a loud cry, John's hand not stopping until his cock stopped leaking cum, leaving a poor whining Smitty on the bed. Finally, John stopped abusing the pitiful bartender and instead politely removed the rest of Smitty's clothing for him.

Smitty was too sleepy to fight back and barely aided in getting everything off, John leaving and returning with the largest shirt he owned to slip over Smitty's head. Sure enough, it was enough to delicately cover his nether region and gently slip off a pale shoulder. John didn't have a high enough libido to go a second round, but he still shivered at the sight and committed it to memory.

He carefully tucked Smitty under the covers, only joining him when he was changed into sweatpants. Seeing the softly sleeping form next to him, John had the urge to pull his friend into his embrace and hold him while they slept. John mentally kicked himself, that would be too overbearing, and he instead turned the other way and soon slipped off.

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The System's praising from John's rambunctious night was soon forgotten as John woke up and felt something was amiss. Familiar sheets and quilt cover John, but an unfamiliar presence was wrapped up in his arms. John sharply opened his eyes and quickly examined the shape next to him, and to his surprise, it was the same Smitty as the previous instance. Still wearing the oversized shirt as he was burrowed into John's bare chest, he twitched and slowly raised his head to meet John's eyes.

John silently returned his curious look, thinking too hard to appreciate Smitty's early morning beauty. This was still a game he had to figure out, and based on what the System said right before he left the "tutorial world," it shouldn't be possible for him to return to a world after he completed the instance. That was, unless the System adjusted the settings again without telling him.

He was at least glad he figured this out now instead of later where he could've made a huge mistake. John will have to act with more caution from now on, despite what the System said about the game being forgiving. Clearly the System likes to change its mind about the rules and leave John in the dark.

Smitty apparently didn't like John's silent staring and pursed his lips, "Should I leave?" John was brought from his mulling and narrowed his eyes with a frown, as always the System's version of his best friend was more courteous. He shook his head awkwardly on the pillow and tightened his hold on Smitty.

"No," John said with a sigh, "I want company today." Smitty flushed and glanced away, lightly nodding to show he understood. In this position, John could see some of Smitty's pale collarbone peeking out from the oversized shirt, a couple marks littering the surface of his skin. Looking over the rest of his body, the shirt sparked a feeling in his gut.

It was just large enough to cover the important bits, at the same time of giving John a wink of the top of Smitty's chest, and above all, the shirt was his. Well, not exactly his but John owned enough of the shirt to create a burst of possessiveness in him. Technically speaking this was Actor John's shirt, but he was Actor John that day, so it counted.

Although Actor John and Bartender Smitty didn't make it official and only half-fucked for one night, John was counting that as a boyfriend shirt. It was his game, his own personal rules.

John nuzzled into Smitty's soft hair, breathing in the warm smell and sighing dreamily to himself. It was only then he noticed that it was daybreak and he could see everything clearly, his mind still whirling and piecing clues together. At least if it was the same world with a continuation of the previous instance, John didn't need many detective skills to figure out how to find and fuck Smitty. Since his objective was currently sharing the bed with him, cuddling into his arms in a comfortable silence, he wasn't worried.

Smitty didn't seem to be in a rush to leave, so John took this chance to listlessly lie there, holding his best friend to his chest and taking it in. The game always made sure he was comfortable, so there was no need for him, or Smitty, to get up any time soon. How many chances would he get to bask in this sort of situation? Who knows how the System would treat him in the future? He deserved this little treat before he surely gets yelled at.

His attention was pulled when Smitty adjusted in his arms, practically wiggling in place. It was then John realized he wasn't sure how long Smitty had been awake for, as he was already completely awake by the time John opened his eyes.

"When did you get up," John questioned quietly, his post-sleep voice still hitting him hard. Smitty adjusted again to look up at John as he answered.

"About twenty minutes or so." Smitty frowned lightly, "I didn't want to wake you up, so I tried not to move." John nodded and closed his eyes, a few more minutes of cuddling wouldn't hurt. However, Smitty kept trying to change positions, forcing John to intervene.

Without opening his eyes, he moved a hand to grip a smooth thigh and croaked out an order, "Stop moving around." Surely, the game's Smitty, who would do anything that was asked, would listen to him now. He did not.

Smitty once again wiggled and John clicked his tongue in annoyance, furrowing his brows as he used his grip on Smitty's thigh to pull him flush with his own body. Suddenly, it was obvious why Smitty had been uncomfortable, and suddenly, John found himself in a similar situation.

The pretty man in his bed let out a quiet moan when both morning woods pressed together, his cheeks burning pink as he covered his face with his hands. John still kept his eyes shut as sighed one more time. He didn't want to act on this right away, wanting to enjoy a quiet and comfortable morning with Smitty, but unfortunately for John, the game must go on.

Finally, he reopened his eyes and calmly examined Smitty's covered face, gently running his hand up Smitty's thigh to see his reaction. Sure enough, he jolted slightly and turned a shade redder.

"Smit," John said quietly, "if you were having an issue, you should have just told me." Smitty shook his head, quivering from focusing so hard on not moving anymore.

"I didn't want to cause you any trouble," he responded through his hands. John was quite surprised that the usage of the nickname wasn't brought up, he wasn't sure of the extent that the two shared a history, but apparently it was enough for John to get away with the nickname. He was assuming this is where the game would be forgiving to him.

John gently ground their cocks together through the fabric of his sweatpants and Smitty's (John's) shirt, "I have something I want to do with you, if you trust me." This got Smitty to drop his hands and bite back his moan, staring at John with a mix of curiosity and expectancy. "Do you trust me, Smit?"

After a couple seconds of heated thinking, Smitty responded with a whisper, "I trust you Mister John." Said man's lip twitched at the name, it wasn't nearly as hot as he thought it would be, but since their dicks were currently touching, John found a place in his heart to forgive Smitty for it.

He reached backwards, not daring to remove himself too far from the beauty in his hold, managing to pull open the drawer of his nightstand and grasping onto a bottle. Bringing it back to where they were joined under the covers. John guessed right. There was a bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer, easily within his grasp. When Smitty saw it, he blinked incredulously at it.

John wasn't feeling nearly as aggressive as he was feeling the night prior, and decided to take it slow and gentle today. The pent up hunger from the last few instances were practically drained from getting his dick sucked, but of course, Smitty was great at stirring up just enough hunger to get him ready to go again.

Gingerly, John lifted Smitty's shirt just enough to reveal his hard on, Smitty biting his lip in embarrassment as he watched John's slow movements. He moved to his waistband, freeing his own dick and letting them rest against each other. Smitty sucked in a sharp breath but obediently didn't move.

"What was your idea?" John hummed a reply, grasping one of Smitty's hands and putting a healthy amount of lube onto his palm. Then, he shifted them to be closer, letting his head stoop to lay directly next to Smitty's, tangling their legs together and leaving little room between their torsos. He guided the lubed hand towards their dicks and smothered the smaller palm over both, Smitty letting out a hiss at the cold temperature where John managed to ignore it.

John lowered his voice to speak given that Smitty's ear was an inch away, "Treat it as if you're giving us both a handjob at the same time, you'll need both hands." Smitty breathed deeply and shifted his other hand to join in, gently squeezing their dicks together and attempting to spread more of the lube, "There you go, both at the same time."

While Smitty was distracted with that task, John freed up both hands for his own job. This time he applied lube to his fingers, rubbing them around and being kind enough to warm up the lube first. Slowly trailing his hands down, he used his clean hand to move Smitty's leg by the thigh, giving him better access to his ass. The lubed fingers brushed Smitty's hole and he instantly reacted, jumping slightly as his attention was torn away from where he was rubbing their dicks with utmost interest.

"Mister John?" His lip twitched again, "Are you..." John could sense his hesitancy, and anyone's first time being actually penetrated, whether by fingers or dick would always be at least somewhat scary. He pressed his face forward and placed a kiss Smitty's brow, murmuring against his skin.

"I'll be gentle, Smit," John kissed him again, this time just under his eye, "I won't break your trust, so be good." Smitty paused for a couple more seconds, face contorted as he thought it over, but he relaxed in John's hold again, going back to slowly rubbing both hard cocks. Satisfied, John moved his hand back in again, slipping his index into Smitty rather easily.

He surmised this is another aspect the System chose to be forgiving to John.

Smitty tensed up as expected, but forced himself to relax again and distracted himself with the light pleasure John instructed to give them. John gently pumped his finger a few times, then slipped the next one. A few more thrusts and scissoring, and he got a third digit inside Smitty's hole. Smitty held still the entire time, letting John do as he pleased and occasionally twitching and tensing up.

Soon enough John was satisfied and removed his fingers, he was sure he didn't hit Smitty's prostate yet, making sure to hold off until it was the main course. Poor Smitty wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel pleasure from that or not, but in the end, he just felt wet and empty down there.

John gently moved Smitty with his clean hand, Smitty removing his own hands from their dicks. Both were red and leaking precum by now, but there wasn't enough pressure for either to come, John being pleasantly surprised with Smitty's self restraint. A glance at his face and John could see how desperately he wanted to properly jerk off, but held off from John's order.

With a grin, John flipped onto his back and led Smitty to sit on his abdomen, the lube leaving wet feeling as in came in contact with John's skin. Smitty flushed darkly as he finally seemed to realize what John planned from the beginning.

"Smit, are you ready?" Smitty could feel John's impossibly hard dick rubbing against his ass with every breath, mixing desire and anxiety in Smitty's head. John waited patiently, rubbing a comforting circle on a pale thigh. Eventually, Smitty sucked in a steadying breath and nodded. He wanted to experience the pleasure that one could supposedly have from doing anal.

Given the go ahead, John helped Smitty raise his body, and guided his dick to Smitty's now stretched hole. He nodded encouragingly at Smitty and watched with heated eyes as Smitty slowly sat down. When Smitty was fully seated, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he gasped. John couldn't hold back his smirk as he took in the most beautiful o-face he'd ever seen. He circled his hips and watched in awe as Smitty's face contorted as he hunched over slightly. Smitty glanced at John's smug expression and worried his lip, unsure of what to do.

"Go at your own pace Smit," John offered, "try going up and back down again." Upon hearing this, Smitty seemed to remember that thrusting feels good and promptly raised his hips slightly, pushing back down and moaning quietly. The he remembered that thrusting fast feels even better.

Smitty picked up the pace, aided by John's strong arms, and raising himself further until it was just the head of John's cock that was left, moving back down with a loud whine each time. Although their movements weren't quick enough to fill the room with slapping noises, it was still a nice enough pace that John was feeling his orgasm approaching, Smitty's appearance turning into something straight from a hentai with his hard grip on one of John's knees, the other hand resting innocently in front of him as he controlled the pace, mouth parted with pants and moans spilling out easily.

John tried his best to commit each detail to his memory, not knowing if he'll see a sight like this ever again. A debauched Smitty in his boyfriend shirt, riding his dick first thing in the morning. The more he thought about each hot detail, and the more Smitty thrusted with pleasured "ahs," the closer he got. This time, John came first, suddenly gripping Smitty's hips harshly as he bucked upwards, releasing himself with a muted groan.

Surprisingly, Smitty greatly enjoyed this and threw his head back, coming with a barely contained shout. He didn't immediately get off John, instead slumping forward and supporting himself on John's stomach, trying to catch his breath and ignoring the rapidly cooling semen that got on his hands and shirt. John wasn't much better off, only seeming put together from managing to keep quiet during the entire time Smitty used him like a dildo.

John sat up with great difficulty, Smitty whining as the movement pressed John's now softening dick into his prostate again. A couple light kisses was pressed all over Smitty's face in apology, John bringing up his hands to pull him into an embrace.

"Told you," John said in a scratchy voice, "I was real gentle." Smitty harrumphed quietly and accepted the snuggles offered to him. "I like it soft just as much as I like it rough," John continued. Smitty nodded in agreement, but didn't say anything, silently resting on John's shoulder.

John was the first to remember there was now two different sessions worth of cum on -- and now in -- their bodies and carefully pulled his dick out, fighting the temptation to watch Smitty's hole drip cum, and carried his friend into the bathroom to clean up. Setting him onto the sink counter, John could see that the sweat had plastered his long hair in different directions, revealing the bloodless wound to the world.

It seemed to be mocking him again, and John found himself filled with an incredible amount of annoyance seeing it. He clicked his tongue, re-parted his hair, and turned his attention back to giving Smitty neck kisses as he whined in argument. John found that giving Smitty his focus instantly recharged his mood, and he decided to take full advantage of that, caging Smitty in on the counter and not leaving a single bit of exposed skin without a gentle kiss.

Although Smitty let out a few grumbles here and there, he still tilted his head for John to kiss his neck, and didn't fight when the shirt was pulled off. John got to kiss every inch by the time he actually started to clean them up, satisfaction filling him when he saw the occasional red mark from the night before.

No matter if he spent the rest of today fucking Smitty or lazing around, John felt that he would feel well-rested the next time he entered an instance.

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This time, it wasn't an apartment that was of similar design to all the previous ones, but instead, a double bed hotel room. Tiredly glancing to the side showed the other bed was a mess, with the quilt thrown off to the side and a bunch of random loose clothing spread out over the surface. Whoever slept there wasn't currently in John's line of vision.

With a quiet groan he ignored the light shining into the main room from the bathroom and the muffled shuffling noises to shut his eyes again and sleep more. There was something about this instance that was very tiring, already draining the previous energy he had from kissing Bartender Smitty for close to an hour straight. He raised a hand to rub his face and then dropped his arm to rest on his forehead.

Clearly that was a big mistake.

As his arm came in contact with the wound, with just enough force, a sharp pounding pain ripped through John's skull. He groaned loudly and covered his temples with his hands, fighting off the waves of pain by curling into a pitiful ball, gritting his teeth, and praying that it would go away quickly. The first time he accidentally hit his wound, the ensuing headache disappeared in a few seconds, but this one was remaining, crippling John as he laid in the hotel bed.

If he could figure out what makes the headache disappear like last time, then he could-

Suddenly a soft yet worried voice was calling out to him, a blurry shape taking form at the side of John's bed. He couldn't see the person very clearly but he recognized that voice. A pale hand reached over and gingerly rested on his bicep, that same voice gently calling out to him. To his surprise, the headache started fading the second Smitty appeared.

"John," he whispershouted, a light panic in his tone, "John are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He stopped to bite his lip and glance away, "I don't know if we can even go to the ER today..." John waved him off and took a few deep breaths, with Smitty around, the pounding faded to a dull ache, and then nothing at all.

"M' fine Smit," John managed to get out, "It's already over." Smitty didn't look convinced in the slightest, face contorted in worry as he examined John's head. "Really, I'm alright. It was a bad headache but you scared it off." Surprisingly, Smitty didn't react to the blatant flirting and instead sighed, watching John sit up on the bed.

"If you say you're fine then I believe you," he clearly did not believe him, "but you need to get ready to go! We're running late!" Smitty scurried over to an unopened suitcase at the end of John's bed, hauling it up and quickly throwing it open. John was still lagging, having just woken up in a new instance and getting a rude awakening, he wasn't sure what was happening.

He carefully watched Smitty as he dug around in what he assumed was his clothing, "Late to what? What's going on today?" Smitty shot him a look that was filled with both concern and annoyance. He didn't respond right away, grabbing a suitable outfit and slamming it next to John.

"That headache must've given you some amnesia if you forgot today! It's Twitchcon," Smitty took advantage of John's frozen reaction to stand him up properly. John wasn't interested in going to Twitchcon, but the System is forcing him to go? He was brought back out of his thoughts of cursing out the System when he felt Smitty's hands grab the elastic band of his sweatpants and yank them down. It was Smitty's turn to freeze as John's cock was revealed to the world, "You're going commando?"

John rubbed the back of his neck with a grin, "I can't help it, if my dear Smit decides to undress me at random I need to make sure there's a nice surprise for him!" Smitty blushed this time around, grabbing John's clothes to throw them directly at his face.

As he walked away again, he gave John a glare with no heat, "Put your damn clothes on and hurry up!" John shrugged and did as he was told, allowing himself to be ordered around by the smaller man as Smitty worked to make him look presentable for Twitchcon. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction and let John go, leading the way out the hotel and to a car in the parking lot.

However nonchalent John looked on the outside, sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Smitty quickly pulled out of the lot, his head was in turmoil. In this instance, he's being forced to go to Twitchcon, so where would his chance to fuck Smitty be at? So far the System has a setup for him to fall into, basically giving him a guarenteed shot at getting kinky with his friend, but Twitchcon? Would he be forced to sit through all of Twitchcon before he got this chance? Would it be during!?

Glancing at the side mirror and seeing his reflection, John was reminded of the other issue, the wound. Both times he got the unbearable headache, it was caused from hitting the wound with a certain amount of pressure. None of the times he poked at it or even moved the flesh around caused pain, only when enough force was applied to it. Additionally, both times he accidentally triggered this headache, Smitty's sudden appearance scared it off.

It was clear that Smitty cured the headache at least, but John wasn't sure about the technicalities. If he were to get the headache before he was supposed to meet Smitty in the instance, did that just mean he would be fucked by the pain or would it miraculously summon Smitty to cure it and change the plot of the instance?

As John thought over the information at hand, he noticed Smitty occasionally glancing his way from the driver's seat, lips pursed and brow furrowed. Changing mental lanes, John couldn't think of anything he did that would make Smitty upset at him. Other than not wearing underwear when Smitty took off his pants for him, but that would be Twitchcon John's fault, not John himself. Also, in this setting, Smitty would forgive John for anything sexual by the game's rules.

He got nowhere so he turned his head and looked at his friend quizzically, "What's wrong? You keep looking at me like I misbehaved." Smitty didn't smile at John's lighthearted comment and only sighed, turning his attention fully to the road.

"It just feels like you're being distant today," Smitty replied, tone even if not a bit accusatory. However John didn't notice, he was too busy staring at Smitty's side profile like he grew a second head.

Just then, Smitty sounded like a clingy girlfriend, mad at her boyfriend for not giving her three morning kisses instead of the one she got. By the sounds of it, were Twitchcon John and Smitty in a proper relationship!?

Smitty noticed the silent staring and let out an angry huff, "What? Is there something wrong with my face?" John quickly wiped his surprised expression away, he might not have years of relationship experience, he's seen enough of those clingy girlfriend types in TV shows to understand what to do.

"No, your face is as pretty as always, I was just thinking about anything I could've done wrong lately," John responded easily. If he wanted to gauge what he could get away with, and how he wanted to approach Smitty, he would need some more information on their relationship. His smooth recovery placated Smitty enough for the conversation to continue in a level tone.

"Well, thanks," Smitty muttered, glancing at John before going on, "I'm sorry I must sound really clingy I just, I like spending time with you and I want to get the most out of it since we're both so busy. I didn't mean to say that you've been distant, I'm sorry. If you haven't been feeling well like this morning then I should be more patient with you-"

John gently grasped Smitty's hand from the wheel and intertwined their fingers together, careful to not move quickly or else the steering wheel would jerk. He adjusted his grip so Smitty's smaller hand was on top of his, resting both on the stick with his palm on the handle. As he thought, Smitty was very touched and stopped his mini-rant mid-sentence and flushed slightly, tighting his grip on John's hand, and by proxy, the stick.

Smitty fell silent and let John's thumb play with the side of his palm, seeming to be entirely soothed by John's simple action. His expression returned to a slightly happy one, a slight curve of his lips as he drove. Success. However, John needed just a little bit more to confirm his plan of attack.

He let them sit in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes before pressing further, "I'm sorry I haven't been feeling well recently, what do you want me to do to make up for it?" Smitty glanced his way, a flash of guilt passing through his eyes before he turned back to the road. Success again.

Smitty bit his lip in thought and eventually replied, "No I'm sorry John, I shouldn't have said that you were distant. I just miss getting your hugs and kisses and stuff." He stopped and blushed madly, "I'm sorry that sounds really cheesy, it's just, we haven't been doing that lately and it's sorta lonely."

In his head, John was cursing Twitchcon John, what kind of man would let his clingy girlfriend get lonely? Especially if it's cold turkey, that was abuse in John's book. If your girlfriend is clingy, you're gonna be clingy too. The last few details fell into place, and with their destination being just around the corner, John was ready.

The car turned into the large parking lot, and as both looked around for a spot to park, it was soon blatant that due to their late arrival, there was nothing left. This Twitchcon location was packed brim, and the only available spot wasn't even in the parking lot itself. Smitty managed to find a dark side road close enough to walk. He threw his head back into the car seat and sighed, not speaking for a couple seconds.

John glanced behind them, eyeing the ample space in the backseat. Getting out of the car and physically opening the back door revealed that John's idea would work, and even in the dark street with the single lamp post, John could make out Smitty's curious expression as he stared at him from the driver's seat. Nodding to himself, John left the door open and went around to Smitty's side, pulling open the door.

"John what-" Smitty cut himself off when he got practically lifted out of his seat, John slamming the door shut and leading his partner to the backseat. Smitty didn't immediately get the memo, "John what are you doing? We're already late, we don't need anything from the back." John offered a smile laced with heat and wrapped his arms around Smitty's waist.

"You said you missed us being intimate with each other," he explained slowly, rolling the words out as sweetly as he could, "Let's be intimate before we go in." Smitty turned red again and examined John's patient face for signs of something.

Finally he resconded, "I know you don't like going to these sorts of events, are you just trying to get out of going even though we're already here?" John let out a breathy laugh and lowered his head to nuzzle Smitty's shoulder, pressing a light kiss to his neck as he went.

"No Smit, I just want to be intimate with you. It'll put me in a good enough mood to go," John paused, raising his head again to kiss Smitty's tense jaw, "I feel like I can go through the entire con this way." Smitty was frowning but did seem interested, checking his phone's clock and glancing at the inside of the car. He did park on an empty street, the shadow cast from the tree the car was under provided a lot of cover, and John had enough skill to make it fast.

With a sigh, Smitty caved and lifted John's head up, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck and smiling prettily. John's breath was taken away at the sight, a dopey grin spreading over his previously confident expression. Smitty raised himself on his toes and pressed a sweet kiss on John's mouth and raised his eyebrows.

"Make it quick," Smitty said, unknowingly snapping John's last thread of reason. John crashed their lips together a little harder than intended, but other than the grunt of surprise from Smitty, he didn't fight it. He let John's hands tighten around his waist, obediently parting his mouth and melting into his partner's arms. John found he had gotten used to the milk candy taste as he licked and played with Smitty's lips and teeth, the sweet sensation he got everytime they clashed tongues. His hands smoothed downwards on Smitty's waist and wrapped around to knead his ass, the quiet whimper he elicited was swallowed up in the saliva that dripped down their chins.

With guidance from his knees and a hand covering the back of Smitty's head, John pushed his lover into the backseat, careful to not hit the sedan's low roof on his dear Smit's head. John wasn't so lucky, the searing pain that ripped through his head as his strange wound hit the roof brought out a rather loud grunt. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, nothing was appeasing the pain.

That is until Smitty tugged John into the backseat properly and planted a kiss on his forehead, the pain immediately fizzling with a wave of relief washing over John. The entire fiasco was almost enough for him to sober up from his horny state, but seeing their new position, Smitty leaning on the backseat with John hovering above him brought it back just as quickly.

"Are you okay," Smitty asked with deep concern in his voice, however is was a bit hard to tell with the drool on his chin and his panting breath. John nodded all the same and swooped down to kiss Smitty's neck, he could easily forget he just lost a limb with such a heavenly body underneath him, appearing so debauched when they haven't even started yet. Smitty half-heartedly swatted at John's shoulder, "Don't leave any marks there, we still need to go inside."

John huffed but moved away from his inviting neck, "Then I'll save that for later." Before Smitty could retort back, John was lifting his shirt and holding it up to his lover's mouth. "Be a good boy and hold this." Smitty had no other choice than to bite on the hem of his shirt, but he did so with a pink face and a flustered glare. John's own mouth formed a smirk as he returned to kissing and licking lovingly, this time attacking Smitty's chest and stomach.

He wasn't careful in the slightest, sucking on his pale skin with full intent to leave marks. Smitty offered no complaints, his moans muffled by the fabric of his shirt as John trailed a line of saliva and reddening circles downwards. With one hooked finger, John tugged at Smitty's rough jeans and admired the hipbone he could faintly make out. Without hesitating more than a second he ducked further to kiss Smitty's now-revealed hip, slipping Smitty's jeans further down until they rested around his knees.

The tent Smitty was sporting became glaringly obvious, but John didn't stop there and raised his hands to slip off Smitty's underwear until they joined his jeans, not even flinching when Smitty's hard dick hit him in the face. Smitty, however, let out an embarrased squeak and covered his face with his hands, releasing his shirt from his mouth in the process.

"What's wrong, Smit?" Even John could hear the pleased tone in his voice, Smitty lightly shaking his head in response.

"It's embarrassing when you do that," he eventually worked out, uncovering his face and letting John see his crimson face. John idly hummed and returned to kissing his lover's pelvis, gently spreading Smitty's legs and holding him in place. Reaching into one of the back pockets of the front seat, John assumed correctly and found lube and a condom perfect for this occasion. Smitty watched, holding his breath, as John squirted some onto his fingers.

Before John sunk his fingers into Smitty's hole, he gave an experimental lick up the length of his friend's dick, said man letting out a quiet gasp. When he found the heavy warmth on his tongue well enough, he wrapped his lips around the head and lowered his head as far as he could go. As Smitty threw his head back with a rather loud moan, John chose then to insert two lubed fingers.

At first it was hard for him to match his head bobbing to the rhythym of his fingers, but the sounds Smitty was struggling to hold back encouraged him. When he scissored his fingers, he licked the underside of the dick in his mouth. Smitty's hands flew up to grip his hair, his cries of pleasure becoming louder and echoing in the poor sedan. John lifted his head up with an audible "pop!" and removed his fingers, leaving Smitty to quickly frown in his direction, his red and leaking dick straining in the air.

"Why did you stop-" Smitty's question was answered before he even finished asking, John whipping his own rock hard dick out and pulling on the condom. Although it was a struggle in the small space, John made it work with a horny smile. Smitty openly gaped at John, who was wiping what was left of the lube on the condom.

"As much as I want to make a mess of you," John muttered breathily, "we still have to go inside, so I'll be nice just this once." John then grabbed his lover's legs and lifted them both to rest on his shoulder, lining up his own dick with Smitty's now stretched hole. "But I still need to make this quick, it'll probably be a bit rough." With that he bucked his hips forward, bottoming out in one push. Struck with how he felt so suddenly full, Smitty cried out soundlessly, blinking at the roof of the car. John didn't give him time to adjust and quickly set a brutal pace, shaking the car and leaving Smitty to scramble around for purchase on the seat, breathy and wet moans endlessly spilling out.

Even with how rough he was being, Smitty's eyes were rolling into the back of his head with each thrust, each groan of John's name getting louder and more desperate. Soon the sweet sound of John's name being moaned was louder than the sound of their bodies smacking together as John fucked Smitty with reckless abandon. The force of John's hips were sliding Smitty up the seat and almost hitting his heat on the other car door.

Seeing this, John adjusted them both, leaning over Smitty and almost bending him in half, changing courses to thrust downwards into Smitty's hole and caging him into the seat. Smitty groaned with his new position, but the noises he made returned to the pleasured gasps when John returned to fucking him in earnest. A few more ragged thrusts and Smitty came onto his stomach with a loud shout. His orgasm-fueled clenching brought John to join him, coming with a quiet "fuck."

They sat for a minute to get their breaths back, eventually leading to Smitty covering his face with a groan, "Now we need to clean up. Why did I agree to this?"

John grinned, although Smitty couldn't see it, and leaned forward to press a kiss on Smitty's sweaty forehead, "You know you liked it, Smit."

...

Upon finally getting inside, they ran into Nelson by the annex, scrolling on his phone with an annoyed frown. He looked up at them when they approached, putting away his phone to cross his arms and give them a pointed look. It looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped once he opened his mouth. Now being close enough, Nelson sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I don't even want to know why you two are late," he said with a sigh, "just put spray some air freshener on yourselves or something, jesus."

John only formed a silent smirk as Smitty turned red and glanced away.

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With Twitchcon over, John wondered if he would get enough rest to deal with the next day. An event so draining would need a full week of nothing but sleep and alone time to recover, but he doubted the System would give him that. Instead, when drifting in the void of the System's space, a new pop-up menu appeared.

John was used to the regular ones, detailing his points and progress from each day, but this one appeared after all of those, leaving John to blink in surprise at what was in front of him.

"'New Skill Unlocked...'" John trailed off, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Was the game a proper RPG on top of a hentai game? Did he have other skills that were never shared with him?

[Nope!]

Right, the System was a mind reader. John frowned, crossing his arms in a pout that did not belong on him.

[You didn't have any skills prior to this night, but think of this skill as both an apology for the Twitchcon scenario and a key to help you in the next scenario!]

John grumbled under his breath, there's no need to verbally respond if the System can read his mind. Instead, he pressed the waiting "Continue" button on the pop-up. The System's voice rang out, reading off the contents of this window.

[Skill: Accelerated Foresight]

[The user of this skill gains a PASSIVE ability of reading the movements of targets deemed their "enemy" and faster reflexes to counter those enemies. There is no cooldown and no side effects, however the foresight is limited to THREE SECONDS. This skill can -]

Sure enough the System stopped reading upon reaching the end of the pop-up, where even John couldn't finish reading the text, the rest of the description being blocked off with a thick bar.

"Figures, you still have to deal with censorship even in a hentai game. Hey jackass, what's with the rest of the skill?"

[I cannot tell you John, it would kill us both.]

"Aren't I already dead? Wait, you're alive," John's eyes widened in surprise at the thought. Instead of answering, the lights of the void turned off one by one, John's head still trying to wrap around this new information. He knew the darkness was a sign that his time with the System was over, and albeit regretfully, closed his eyes.

Upon opening them, John steeled himself for what would surely be a difficult day. Sitting up and glancing around, it was a house this time. A spacious bedroom and a bathroom to the side. Across the hall from his open bedroom door appeared to be an office space sporting two desks, one with a full computer set-up and an empty one.

He stood without ceremony and wandered into the office, turning his head every which way to find some clues. He was still tired from Twitchcon, and earning a new skill from the stingy System translated to today's scenario being annoying, so he'd rather celebrate the skill later and get through this day as quickly as possible. The computer was completely off, but had a yellow sticky note stuck to the monitor. Yanking it off and reading it, John's face scrunched up in displeasure.

"Asking Smit's father for permission, one o'clock." John blinked a few times to make sure, and reread it. No, it said the same. He glanced to the empty desk, then back into the bedroom. The bed was a queen size, situated in the middle of the room with two nightstands. John was supposed to go talk to Smitty's father about...letting him move in with John?

Thinking on the skill he earned, John came to the logical conclusion that he must confront Smitty's father about letting his (assumed) established lover move in, and in the process, get beaten up by said father. John doesn't even know what the man looks like, but the scenarios so far follow tropes John sees in romance fiction. Crumpling up the sticky note, John realized he was the main character for the System's romance fiction.

With a defeated sigh, John dropped the ball of paper on the desk and turned on his heel. Now was not the time to think about the System, it was time to think about strategy. Whatever the System designs is usually set in stone, John will have to confront Smitty's father and he will get attacked. From there, it's up to John to capture Smitty and get in his pants.

The first step is dressing correctly, he won't impress his enemy, but any points he can get from Smitty the better. John thinks that he dresses well enough, and looking at himself in the mirror he thought it was good enough. He stopped fussing with his hair upon realizing something, the contrast of the shiny accessories on his fingers and the pale pink wound on his temple got his brain working.

With his new skill, he should be able to get out of the inevitable scuffle relatively scott-free, but his wound is a liability. He could, potentially, possibly just maybe, use his rings as a powerup. He dug through his rings until John found a few that had metal heads and solid bands, putting them on his fingers in a way he hoped wasn't obvious. John sighed again, it's not like he wanted to sucker punch Smitty's father with the fashionable equivalent of brass knuckles, but at the same time, he wanted to avoid any further shock to his wound.

One last check of his appearance (and his wound,) and John set out to find Smitty's father. Pulling up his phone like he did in the Bar Scenario, a residential address appeared first in his search feed, and again, was close enough to walk. So far, the only time John had to be in a car it was driven by Smitty and not John himself. Every time it was easy to find the location he needed to be in to start the scenario, the house from the Google Maps pictures soon entered his vision.

A large suburban family home, almost entirely dark brown on the outside. With a wide view of the property, John started to feel the sense of foreboding in the upcoming events, the house itself projecting a feeling of not belonging. Still, John drew his courage and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, at first John wasn't alarmed, but the second he blinked, his guts churned.

He guessed the thing in front of him, a wretched human shape, was supposed to be Smitty's father. Every time he blinked or looked away, its face morphed into an entirely new face. Did the System leave his appearance undecided? Or did the System simply not know what Smitty's father looked like?

"Welcome, you must be John! Come on in," a rough but cheery voice emanated from the man's morphing lips. John did his best to keep his face smiley and swallow the bile in his throat, even he could admit this unnerved him greatly. He stepped past the thing and entered into a living room, to the right and through an archway, stood Smitty in the dining room. Smitty also dressed up slightly, wearing a decent button up and not one of his hoodies, but John didn't miss the nervous posture in his friend's stance.

He joined Smitty in the room, and upon the father joining them, they all sat at the dining table. John and the father on opposite ends, and Smitty in the middle. John thought carefully and seeing what he saw on the inside of the house, Smitty's mother was not here, nor a part of their lives. He guessed the System was just lazy and unable to complete these scenarios.

The father, as far as John could tell, was smiling at him, "My son speaks very highly of you, you two must be close!" Somehow John feels like cringing, the System makes poor quality scenarios and forces John to play pretend. Smitty broke him out of his thoughts and brought John to pay more attention to the changeling across from him.

"Yes, we are! Which is why I wanted you to meet John," Smitty then gave John A Look, and once more, John is weak to Smitty's Look.

John clenched his fingers together, careful of the metal, "We're so close that, with your permission, we would have Smitty move in with me." Judging by Smitty's expression, going straight for it was not the move. In hindsight, John should have probably improved his image through light conversations first, but if he was to be assaulted either way, might as well get it over with one way or another.

Smitty's "father" seemed to stiffen, at least, John assumed so. It was hard to tell when his form was as fluid as Mountain Dew. Smitty gave John another Look, but John refused to actually focus on it, he'll be swayed again.

"Move in? I just thought you were close friends, what reason would he need to move in with you?" Smitty stood as if he was going to take over, but John was quicker.

"What we have is closer than friends, you should let him live a little!" The blob abruptly stood and cleared the length of the table in a heartbeat, standing in front of John with a rage he could taste. Why the System chose to put on the "extremely overprotective and quick to anger" setting, John wasn't sure, but it reminded him that he was interacting with an NPC.

Just as suddenly that the blob arrived, time seemed to slow around them, and a new pop up appeared.

[ACTIVATING 'Accelerated Foresight']

John blinked, the pop up cleared before he could wrap his head around it, and a strange UI replaced it. A red-colored outline of a fist floated on his right side, close to his face. Putting two together, John figured this was his skill telling him where the "father" was striking him. Time was starting to speed up, so he had to act fast. He raised his left hand to stop the fist, and readied his. Sure enough, when time returned to normal speed, he felt the sharp impact of the punch on his palm. Using the force of the punch, he yanked the morphing NPC downwards and swung his own right hook.

The heavy rings abetted his attack, the "father" stumbled backwards and held his face with a groan. Smitty, unbound by the rules of the all important father versus love interest trope, quickly acted, grabbing John's wrist and dragging him out the front door. They were both soon out of breath from running, but John's head was too busy working through what had just happened.

Now that he's seen it in action, John was realizing he just got a cheat for a fighting game in a hentai game. Just how lazy is the System? It only made one parent for him to meet, the parent in question was a morphing blob of tropes, and he was given an out of place and OP skill. The System’s writing is lazier than he initially thought!

Smitty didn’t let him stay distracted, taking in a gulp of air before speaking, “I’m sorry about that, John. I was hoping that would go better.” A cheeky smile crossed his face as he continued, “I’ve never had someone fight for me before, it’s kind of nice to think about.”

John didn't respond, he stood up and caught his breath. Smitty's grin didn't fade a bit. It was weird, wasn't it? The Smitty he knew would have a few choice words about him decking his father in the face, no matter the circumstances. This Smitty, who patiently waited for John to make the next move, was completely out of character.

He ground his teeth together, clenching and unclenching his hands. For some reason the blatant mischaracterization irked him greatly.

“Lets go,” he eventually ground out, tightly gripping the fake Smitty's wrist and yanking him along towards his “house.” Smitty made some noise of pain, but allowed himself to be led in abject silence, a small frown on his face as if he couldn’t understand why John would be mad at *him.*

Upon reaching his “house,” John rather violently led Smitty into the bedroom and unceremoniously threw him onto the plush bed. The bed meant for *two.* Somehow this also bothered John, and so he swiftly turned away as he fought against his instinct to grind his teeth. Smitty, ever patient, sat on the bed and quietly watched, face expressionless as if he was reset.

Having him act so blankly made John feel better slightly, and after a few deep breaths, he was calming down again.

“Do you,” John hesitated, but continued when Smit blinked at him, “Do you have anything to say to me?” What was he hoping for? He had no clue, most likely a sign of the original Smitty in the fake sitting before him. Smitty didn’t answer right away, a look of sorrow slowly forming on his face.

“I didn’t want things to go that way, and I obviously didn’t want you to fight anyone today.” Smitty’s face abruptly changed again, staring at John with a strange alertness. He formed his next words clearly and with an unnatural purpose. “I’m sorry, John.”

John froze, he didn’t like this. This wasn’t Smitty either. However, he wasn’t given time to think, Smit stood and sauntered to where John still rigidly took calming breaths. His demeanor had changed again, lightly brushing his arms with a playful touch of his palm. He smiled bashfully, but he pressed himself against John without an ounce of shame. John knew this was his sign to move on with the game, but his anger flared up so easily again. Smitty wouldn’t-

“Stop overthinking,” Smitty murmured sweetly, “its easier to lose yourself in the moment, isn’t it? Come on, we should test this big bed of ours.”

Ours. Right, in this scenario it was theirs. John took a last shuddering breath, it did little to quell the dull flames of his annoyance, but it was enough to ready him for what came next.

As swiftly as he originally did, John pushed Smitty back on the large bed with little care. Smitty relaxed as soon as he hit the covers, not flinching an inch when John soon joined him to cage him in. His blood still simmered when he yanked on Smit’s pale shoulder, turning him face down, and his eyebrows were still creased when his still-ringed fingers practically ripped his “lover’s” pants down to his knees.

Desire and anger swirled dangerously in his gut, the absent ache in his palm and reddened knuckle proof that John wasn’t alive, and this game making a mockery of his admiration of Smitty was maddening. With the lick of his lips, he thought idly if he needed to prepare anything this time.

He kneaded Smitty’s cheek for a peek at his hole, watching with heated breath as Smitty’s pale muscles twitched under his scrutiny. Hairless, smooth, and extremely inviting. The sight disgusted John, as he unzipped his pants with his free hand, he pulled out his cock and considered his idea more.

John pressed forward, hissing as his dick dragged against Smitty’s anal walls, fully seating in a few heartbeats. He stopped to listen to Smitty’s whimpering, and over his own excited breathing, Smitty seemed…fine. John made a few small, experimental thrusts and to his surprise, each one brought a stronger feeling of wetness inside Smitty.

Although he was angry at this homonculus, he still felt extreme guilt at the idea of making his best friend bleed in such a place. He quickly leaned back with eyes wide, and noted an absence of the eye-catching red he was expecting, rather, a clear liquid gathered at Smitty’s puckered lips. John was aware it was possible, but he still couldn’t contain the extra surge of unidentifiable emotions.

“You got wet,” he breathed. Smitty shook feverishly below him, steeling himself before looking over his shoulder and up at his friend.

“Don’t talk about it,” he muttered, “Its embarrassing.”

John couldn’t help his grin, but he couldn’t place the emotion that formed it, “Its embarrassing you got wet from just getting entered?”

Smitty groaned and hid his face back into the bed. With a sigh, John leaned over him again. He needed to put away what he was feeling if he wanted to get through the System’s game. And so unceremoniously, he moved. He rocked his hips slowly at first, raising his tempo as Smitty’s hole clenched and weeped.

With bruised skin and ringed fingers, John tightly gripped Smitty’s quivering waist and thrust with the intention of getting himself off. Luckily, Smitty seemed to enjoy the notion, and with every slap of skin on skin, he stifled moans with the sheets. Every harsh push curled Smitty’s toes and grit John’s teeth.

Breathless, John pushed Smitty’s body until he was planking on the mattress, ignoring the small complaint that arose from the new position. It wasn’t enough for John. In this moment, he needed something more.

He pressed deeper inside his friend, using his own body weight to keep Smitty in place. The pathetic moans beneath him only pushed him to rock his hips harder and harder. John thrust his hips as hard as he could, relishing the slippery heat of Smitty’s hole as he squeezed just as relentlessly as John moved.

Smitty’s gentle whimpers were drowned out by the way his hole greedily clenched around John’s dick. John wanted to be fully connected. He wanted Smitty’s rim to be stretched around the base of his cock. He wanted to consume Smitty until “John” was his only thought.

Looking down at Smitty’s pale back, John mapped the locations where he had turned red. He mapped the freckles that delicately dotted his skin. John could barely breathe, panting from exertion of his bed-breaking thrusts and a tightness in his chest.

He groaned lowly and collapsed onto his smaller friend, pushing his dick deep inside while he twitched and convulsed. Laying there he couldn’t tell if Smitty had cum and he didn’t care either. Smitty seemed to be very uncomfortable, getting crushed with a dick in his ass, but John didn’t immediately move off of him.

With lidded eyes and a complicated expression, John slowly pulled out and laid to Smitty’s side. He watched passively, like a scientist on the other side of a window, he watched this fake Smitty.

Beautiful chocolate brown eyes turned to meet his gaze, a breathless smile and flushed cheeks. Truly the look of this Smitty was picture perfect, fucked out and obedient. John couldn’t stop his hand from coming up to touch the face of his best friend.

Smitty didn’t turn away or fight back, even when the real one really should’ve. Instead, he nuzzled into the hand and his expression turned sorrowful, a face John never saw before.

“Go to sleep,” Smitty murmured lovingly, wrapping his fingers around John’s wrist. He seemed to scoot closer into John’s embrace, much to his chagrin, and settled himself in John’s heart. With a sudden blanket of heaviness, John shut his eyes and felt the world slip away.

As the blankness of the "waiting room" took over, John's lips curved upwards against all reason. The thought passed in the back of his head: Were the fake Smitty's freckles accurate to the real one?