The Affection Multiplier - Chapter 257: Getting Settled. (Patreon)

Emily and Sophia tell you and the others everything that happened without holding anything back. Olivia stays quiet, sitting on her chair with arms and legs crossed. You look at her with a guilty smile.

“Are you okay?” you ask her.

“I’m the one who should be asking that,” she scoffs.

“Sorry. I got you involved in something stupid.”

“Okay, shut up,” Olivia shakes her head tiredly. “Don’t apologize. The matter is settled. Let’s just forget about it, okay? We’re not here to stress ourselves over dumb shit like this.”

“Are you sure she won’t try anything else, though?” Megan asks. “What if she’s pissed and wants to try again?”

“I’m worried about that too,” Katherine agrees.

“Oh, I doubt she’ll try anything else,” Emily answers. “That girl looked fucking terrified until Olivia told her she might put in a good word for her if she worked hard.”

“I think so too,” Sophia nods. “I really do think the matter is settled.”

“You may have gone a little overboard, but I’m glad you were able to solve this quickly and painlessly,” Mia sighs. “I wish you didn’t have to resort to threats, though.”

“Hey, she did it to someone who was threatening us!” Lilian points out. “I think it’s more than justified.”

Jessica nods in agreement.

“We’ll talk about it some other time,” Emma intervenes. “For now, it’s good enough to know we’re safe and that Olivia didn’t go too far.”

There’s a collective, twelve person sigh followed by immediate laughter.

“Way to ruin the mood, huh?” Julia says. “And here I though David and Emma would be going at it in the couch by now.”

“I thought so too!” Emma fervently agrees. “But now…” She looks at you, still worried about you.

You force out a soft chuckle. “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you all. Just… give me a few minutes to calm down.”

“Let’s get settled, then,” Mia says, standing up from her seat. “Let’s unpack our things, get lunch ready and then we can enjoy the pool.”

“Wait, we have to make our own food?” Lilian asks in surprise. She looks at Olivia. “I thought you said this place had room service. Or cabin service.”

“It does,” Olivia nods. “But do you seriously want anyone to come in here while we’re in the middle of literally anything? We’re on our own.”

“What she said,” Mia nods. “That means we have to take care of the cleaning ourselves, too. Though we can leave our clothes in bags and send them to the laundry.”

“And if we’re missing anything, there’s a shop in the main building,” Julia says. “I hope you all remembered to bring your toothbrush.”

“Crap. Did I?” Emily says and rushes to her backpack, getting another laugh out of the group.

You get to work, and now that you’re calming down, you can appreciate the inside of the cabin a lot more. It’s very, very spacious, with the polished logs and warm, natural lighting giving the place a mix of rustic and elegant feeling. Nearly all the furniture is made of wood to perfectly match the cabin’s aesthetics. The living room, dining room and kitchen are all in one big space. Then, there’s the bedrooms.

“How are we doing this, then?” Jessica asks.

There are five bedrooms in total. Two of them have a couple of bunk beds each and not much else save for a closet and a TV. Two others are the same, expect they have to single beds each. Then there’s the master bedroom, equipped with the same things as the last four, but with a king sized bed instead.

“Well, we know we need David on the big bed,” Anzu says with a teasing giggle.

“We’ll be staying six nights here, right?” Emma asks. “I think we should keep David in the master bedroom and the rest of us swap every night.”

“Please don’t make it sound like this’ll be my prison,” you say.

“This is the only room with a private bathroom, so you can’t escape at night.” Emma giggles.

“Okay. And how do we swap?” Julia asks.

“Let the man himself choose,” Emma suggests. “So long as we all get a turn, there shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Alright. So? How are we doing this, sweetie?” Mia asks.

Damn. They’re making you choose? You like it better when they decide things between themselves and you just play along. But if that’s how it’s going to be, then why not take advantage of it?

You’re staying here for seven days and six nights. You plan on proposing the sixth day, and if everything goes well, you can picture what will happen that night. That means you have five nights, which means two girls on the first four nights and three on the fifth, leaving the sixth free. And what would be the best pairs and trios?

…

No. It doesn’t matter which are the best. You want to use this opportunity to get crazy. It’s obvious some girls get along better than others. That’s only natural. For example, Emily and Megan have known each other for years. And even for those who are only meeting now, some are getting more friendly than others. Anzu and Katherine have been hitting it off really well, for example.

You know asking that everyone be best friends with each other is too much, but that won’t stop you from trying. That means you want to arrange some unlikely pairs. Girls who wouldn’t normally think of coming to you together. So…

Emma and Lilian, Mia and Jessica, Megan and Olivia, Julia and Sophia, and Anzu, Emily and Katherine.

“It’s like I can read the logic you followed,” Sophia tells you. “But that means Saturday you’ll sleep alone?”

“I’d like at least one day to rest,” you laugh.

“You need to rest?” Katherine giggles.

“I’m assuming nights won’t be the only time you’ll keep me busy.”

“You assume well,” Megan nods.

You finish unpacking, leaving some of the ingredients for the special diner in the freezer, and step outside the cabin, into the low balcony overlooking the pool below. You lean forward on the railing and look towards the ravine in the distance. It’s just like what you saw on your way here, lots of greenery, both in the trees and growing on the rocky cliffs, and you catch hints of a small stream going through it.

You take a deep breath and shake your head. That issue with Taylor came out of nowhere, and while you’re glad Olivia was able to handle it swiftly, you’re not sure how to feel about her having to resort to threats as well.

And yet… you suppose she’s seen more of the dark side of the world than you. When you were at your lowest, you got a magical app that got you out of it. Olivia crawled out of it by herself, so situations like these don’t faze her. How would you have gotten out of it? You can’t think of anything that effective, only ways to avoid being caught. Changing cabins, pretending it was all a coincidence. It would’ve ruined the trip, but you would’ve been safe.

You groan. You really do hope Taylor doesn’t try anything else. You kind of want to go talk to her, if only to make sure, but at the same time you really don’t want to see her. You don’t think you hold a grudge, but she’s a part of your past you’d rather not think about.

Being too distracted thinking, you don’t notice someone approaching from behind until her hands cover your eyes. She stays silent, waiting.

You smile. “None of you have ever done this, so it’s hard to guess. I smell coconut cream on your hands, so it’s either Emma or Mia, and I don’t think Mia would play this game.”

Emma removes her hands from your eyes, wraps her arms around your stomach and presses her chest against your back.

“I’ve got to change creams,” she laughs.

“Really? But I like it.”

“Then I won’t.” Emma plants a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, sending a subtle shudder down your spine. “How are you doing?”

“Better now. I’m still kind of pissed, though.”

“I get you. But let it go. It’s resolved. None of us likes seeing you down.”

“I know. But things like this remind me that what we have could be ruined at any moment. Happened the other day, too.” You groan.

“What happened the other day?” Emma asks with curiosity and urgency.

“Ah!” Dammit! You let that slip! You can’t tell Emma Mrs. Reed caught you buying rings. “One of my classmates caught me coming out of Mia’s office and asked questions,” you lie with a nervous smile. “I managed to throw her off, though.”

“Is that so?” Emma says with an skeptical tone, but drops the subject. “Whatever. I think you’re wrong.”

“How so?”

“Even if we get caught, it won’t ruin what we have. That I know for certain.” She holds you tighter, reassuring you with her words and her presence. “You still underestimate how much we care about you.”

“Can you blame me?” you laugh sheepishly. “This is all so surreal. I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up at any point, and that this was all some mushroom-induced hallucination.”

Emma raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t done mushrooms, have you?”

“I’m joking, Emma,” you tell her. “Of course I haven’t.”

“Got me worried there for a second,” she laughs. “And no, love, this isn’t a dream. This is real. Weird, yes, but real. You have us all to yourself, and we like it that way.”

“Can you really speak for everyone?”

“I can. You think we don’t talk amongst ourselves about this?” she chuckles. “We’re all very different, but if I had to call your type of women based on all of us, I’d say you like strong-willed girls. If one of us wasn’t happy with this arrangement, believe me, you would know already.”

“I guess that’s true” you laugh.

“Well, that’s only speaking for personality. We all know you’re an ardent fan of sexy girls with big tits.” She gives you a teasing grin.

“Much to Megan’s, Emily’s and Lilian’s worry,” you sigh. “They compare themselves to you and the others, no matter how much I tell them I like their size.”

“Most of the complaints are in good fun at this point. Don’t worry too much.”

“If you say so.”

You put your hands over Emma’s, and a comfortable silence settles between you two for a good while.

“It hasn’t even been a full year since we started dating,” she giggles.

“And yet it feels like I’ve had you with me all my life,” you complete.

“I love you, David,” Emma hums, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I really do. And I love everyone else, too, but obviously not in the same way.” She giggles. “I’m glad you asked me out that day.”

“I’ve always been grateful that you took pity on a pathetic guy like me and helped me out. I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but…” you swallow. “I probably wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t helped me back then. And by here, I mean… alive.”

“…” Emma frowns and holds you even tighter, almost afraid. “Were you seriously considering it?”

You nod silently.

“I’m sorry. If I had paid attention earlier…”

“Thinking like that won’t get us anywhere,” you tell her squeezing her hand. “Let’s just be happy that we’re here now.”

“Right,” she takes a deep breath. “But I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”

“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.

“…”

“It has to do with your secret, doesn’t it?”

She nods slowly.

“You know you can count on me for whatever you need, right?”

She nods again. “And on that note, I kind of had an idea…”

“Tell me.”

“Would you be willing to…” she swallows, “…run for student council president next semester?”

“…what?”

“You heard me.”

“I did,” you sigh. “Just… really didn’t expect that.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“But it would help you, right?”

She nods. “There may be lots of changes the next academic year, and… I think having you in that position would make things smoother.”

“You’re putting too much trust in me.”

“You’re a first year and already as capable as Monica, the current president. I bet she’d vouch for you, too.”

“…” She’s serious about the request, but you know she won’t hold it against you if you say no. It would be weird, and it’s difficult to predict how things will go. Perhaps the AMA would give you an edge, or perhaps it won’t be enough to become the student council president of a school of only girls. Even so, Emma is asking.

“Alright,” you nod. “I’ll run for student president.”

“Seriously?”

“You never ask me things as serious as this. Why would I say no?”

“Because it’s a huge commitment?”

“I can handle it,” you shrug. “I’ve seen how the current council works. Not to sing my own praises, but it’s nothing outside of my skills.”

“I know. Which is why I asked,” Emma giggles. “Thank you.”

“I just want you to know you’re dropping big hints about what your secret is,” you tell her, grinning.

“Oh, I can’t have that,” she mirrors your grin. “I’ll have to distract you.”

She pulls away from you and turns you around. She kneels down in front of you and starts unbuckling your belt. You chuckle, but just lean back against the railing and look around. The metal walls around the cabin are high enough that no one will see.

It’s stupid to do this after what just happened, yes, but at the same time, it feels like something you both need. Something to tell yourselves to not be held back by worries. That you’re still free to enjoy your time with each other without having to constantly look behind your backs. Whatever comes, you’ll deal with it.

Emma takes your cock out of your boxers and into her hand. She leans forwards and puts it against her face, smelling it and grinning at you.

“It always smells better after you’ve been inside a woman,” she says.

“Right,” you laugh nervously. “I should’ve taken a shower.”

“It’s like you didn’t hear what I just said,” she pouts and takes you into her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs, her tongue rolls around your length. Her hands massage your balls and she moans in delight.

You put a hand on her head, gently, and stroke her hair as, for the first time since stepping into this place, let yourself relax, feeling the warmth of Emma’s mouth on your cock. But something breaks you out of that relaxed state. A new, unexpected sensation. You look down and see Emma taking more of you into her mouth than she ever has. You feel yourself slowly reaching her throat. It’s the first time any of the girls has ever done this. Emma keeps at it until she’s nearly swallowed your whole length.

“Holy shit!” you gasp at the new sensation. Emma stays there for three whole seconds before she pulls away, gasping for air and her mouth salivating. She coughs a couple of times, but gives you a cocky smirk before going in again. And again. And again. She consistently swallows the entirety of your length, letting you feel something new even after experiencing so much already.

It’s too much. Not just the deep throating, but the fact that Emma has obviously practiced for this, worked on her gag reflex just to give you more.

“Emma…!” you warn her. And though she acknowledges you with a hum, she keeps your cock in her throat as you shoot your load. She flinches, but stays there, swallowing it all. She pulls away when you’re done, gasping and coughing for a few moments. But then she takes a deep breath, licks her lips and looks up at you lovingly.

“You liked it?”

“Fucking loved it.”

“Great! Now how about you pay me back?”

You pull her up and lead her by the hand and into the cabin. She did call dibs, after all.