[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 362 & 363. (Patreon)

Chapter 362: Checkout.

I woke up with such a strong sense of… peace, satisfaction and tranquil bliss that morning. I had Mila in one arm and Sarah in the other, and Grace, Noelle and Alice were sharing the bed with us, too. It was… packed, yes. Very much so. But dammit, I didn’t feel a drop of discomfort. Instead, walking up to the warm feeling of women’s bodies so close to me was pure, lazy bliss.

Sarah snuggled against me, nuzzling her nose against my neck and planting soft kisses on my collarbone. Mila moved her hand up to my chest, lovingly caressing it while she kissed my cheek.

“Good morning,” I said, stretching languidly.

“Morning,” Mila and Sarah answered at the same time.

“Mmmm, good morning,” Grace said, sitting up on her spot at the far left edge of the bed. She looked at her phone and let out a soft sigh of relief. “Good, it’s still not time to leave. We have an hour and a half.”

“Can we stay one more day?” Noelle asked, yawning and shrinking into a fetal position and covering herself up with the sheets.

“Do you have the money to pay for another full day?” Alice asked her, sitting up at her side with a yawn of her own.

“I’m up,” I said, quickly rising from the bed at the prospect of paying more.

“No you don’t,” Mila said, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down. She and Sarah hugged me closer, practically getting on top of me.

“We never get chances to laze around in bed,” Sarah said. “Let’s enjoy it a bit longer.”

“Aren’t you the only one who’s shared a bed with him for a whole night?” Noelle asked Sarah.

Sarah flinched. “Ugh. Fine, you can have my spot. I’ll go take a shower.”

The blonde hopped off the bed while the redhead happily took her spot, cuddling with me and deliberately rubbing her breasts against my side.

“Mind if we share?” Grace asked Sarah. “If we shower one at a time we’ll take too long.”

“Sure, come in.”

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and watched Sarah and Grace go into the shower together, fully naked. They weren’t going to put on a show or anything, but it was a sight I needed to see regardless.

“You STILL want to go on?” Noelle asked me, her jaw half hanging. “How many times did you come last night?”

“Over 20 at a minimum,” Mila said. Then, wordlessly, she crawled under the bed sheets and soon enough I felt the wetness of her mouth around my morning wood.

“A pleasant surprise is that I thought my pussy would hurt a lot more, but it doesn’t,” Alice said, taking Mila’s previous spot at my side. She kissed the corner of my lips before slipping her tongue inside my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Noelle agreed. “I felt kinda sore by the time we stopped, but now it’s fine. So… if you want…”

“I’ll… restrain myself,” I said half-joking. “I don’t want to risk us missing our checkout.”

I did let Mila finish me off before I took my turn in the shower with her. I mean, how could I not after what she did?

Thirty minutes later, as we were getting ready to leave, Mila made an innocent suggestion.

“Hey Oliver, if that receptionist is down at the desk again, flirt with her!”

I felt a chill run down my back and I couldn’t help but look at her in horror. “N-Now…!?”

“What’s the difference between doing it now and doing it later?” Grace asked.

“Yeah. If you’re going to do it, better do it soon, right?” Noelle said easily. The nonchalant way in which she said it, along with the matching feelings I read in her, confirmed that she did, in fact, was in full support of me going through with it.

“We can afford this place, but it’s still not cheap,” Alice said. “You’re not gonna get many chances to see her, right? You’d have to at least ask for her number.”

“We can leave first and wait for you outside so we don’t get in the way,” Sarah said.

“Isn’t it too sudden? And won’t I look bad flirting with her after spending the night at a hotel with five girls?”

Sarah sighed, frustration leaking. “Alright, then don’t do it. Walk past her and we’ll just leave.”

I scowled. “Alright, I get it. I’ll do it. You don’t need to get like that.”

“Sorry, love, but it’s a little frustrating that you still think like that after… well, everything,” Grace told me bluntly.

Alice playfully spanked my butt. “Like I said, confidence!”

"He has a point, though," Noelle said. "Asking for her contact info after spending the night with five women seems a bit..."

"It should be fine, right?" Mila said. "Remember, people believe it's normal for Oliver to have multiple girlfriends. I don't think she'll think it's THAT weird. And yeah, when's the next time he's gonna see her?"

"Ah. Good point." Noelle nodded.

I groaned and rubbed the back of my neck. They got the point across. Supportive as they were, hearing me doubt myself over and over would irritate even them.

Well! Time to apply the old strategy of ‘fake it until you make it’ again. If I wasn’t confident, I’d just have to act like I was. Push forward with the belief things will work out… somehow.

Yeah, I could do it. Now, at least.

And then, after all the support from the girls and psyching myself up, it turned out that the receptionist I liked wasn’t down there at all.

…

Huh. I didn’t think I’d be so frustrated and disappointed. It got to the point that it bothered me all the way home. I had made up my mind, so it was like all that mental power had gone down the drain.

…

The girls and I went our own ways, all of us returning to our homes. We wanted to spend a bit more time together, maybe go for a walk in the park, but Noelle had to return home early and so did Mila. If so, then we all made the decision to hang out together again the next day.

When I got home, the sound of little paws rushing from the second floor welcomed me just before Cake did. When she reached me, she immediately began to rub herself on my legs, tail high up.

“Sorry, but even though it’s different, you have to learn to share me, too. It’s just how it is,” I told her. Still, I picked her up and scratched around her neck. Cake purred and rubbed her head against my face. And here I thought cats were supposed to be cold and indifferent.

“Mom? Sis?” I called, walking up the stairs.

“Mom went out to buy some things!” Isabelle yelled from her room. When I walked past, I saw her door was open and she was sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen, watching videos while still in her pajama shirt, dolphin short and awfully disheveled.

“You still haven’t taken a shower, stinky?” I asked her.

“I’m working!” she said. Then, Isabelle turned to face me, an excited smirk on her face. “Oliver, let’s make a channel for you!”

“No.”

My answer was immediate… but not final.

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Chapter 363: Isabelle’s very sudden proposal.

To me, it had come out of the blue, but Isabelle had been thinking about it for a long time, she said. She went to take a shower, and while she did I took a second to appreciate the swap of positions. I was the one coming back from an eventful Valentine’s Day, while she was the one who spent it locked in her room watching videos.

Isabelle got dressed properly and went into my room to continue her pitch.

“Listen to me, okay?” she said, sitting across from me on my desk chair. “I’ve thought this through and even done my research. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d say no, but I also recorded your performance at the talent show.”

“You did what!?”

“See? I was right! Mom told me to do it anyway, okay?”

Of course.

“Anyway, I spent yesterday editing the footage a bit. You know, cleaning it up and such, and the more I did, the more I thought it was a waste that you keep yourself to playing for no one in your room. Let’s get a channel up and you can upload whatever songs you want!”

“But…!”

“And I know what you’ll say because, even with five girlfriends, I still know you better than anyone. Even if you were to make a channel, you don’t want to deal with comments, social media and all that, right?”

Ugh. Hit the nail on the head.

Isabelle smirked and put a hand on her chest. “What if I take care of all that stuff? You’ll be the talent and play your music while I edit and manage the account. We split whatever ad revenue we get 50/50, if we get any. On top of that, you don’t have to show your face if you don’t want to. There are plenty, and I mean PLENTY of music channels where the performers don’t show their faces. ”

“Yeah, but all the big ones are women with nice bodies, and they’re either cosplaying or wearing tight-fitting clothes,” I argued.

“Hmm. True,” Isabelle admitted. “I got recommended one with a girl who only wore bikinis.”

“See?”

“But there are still big channels with guys! And that’s not even the point.” Isabelle grimaced. “Okay, I do admit that I’m hoping we’ll make it big and can earn some decent pocket money out of it, but… You want your music to reach people, right? To make them happy, excited and all that. Like this, you have the potential to reach the whole world!”

…

I had taken up the guitar because I wanted to play the songs I liked from games. To learn, I watched plenty of free instructional videos that helped me out a lot when I was starting. And on top of that, some of the guitarists I most admired I discovered through their personal video channels. I still watch them to this day. What I’m saying is, I had no issues with the platform itself. It was just that…

…

…

More excuses. Was I really going to give more excuses? Fake it until you make it, that was what I told myself just an hour ago, and here I was again ready to give up before I even began.

I shut my eyes tight for a moment, took a deep breath and opened them again. “I’ve… been thinking about it for a long time, too. I would, at times, stop by music stores and think of buying a media outlet. When Noelle told me she was a V-Tuber, I wondered why I couldn’t muster the courage to do something similar, like she had done. Now I have all I need, more even, and you’re offering to help…” There was a knot in my throat. I swallowed hard and held my hands together. “I… I want to do it. I don’t think I’m good enough, I don’t know if anybody will watch and I fear I’ll get laughed at if they do, but… I want to do it anyway.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!” Isabelle cheered. “Remember, it’s okay to do this for yourself, too. If anything, it’ll serve as an archive of all the songs you know and the ones you’ll learn. You could maybe even start working on your originals. I heard you playing something I didn’t know the other day.”

“That was just… I don’t know what it was, to be honest. Just some random improv…”

“We can upload that, too, if you end up liking the result. What’s important is that we do SOMETHING. I want to get more experience with editing and managing a channel, which is why I’m offering to help. This’ll help us both!”

I nodded. “Fine… FINE! Ugh, fuck it, let’s do it. I don’t care if people don’t watch. I just want to play my guitar.” Or so I told myself. In truth, I wanted people to watch, to listen and hopefully enjoy.

An impish smirk suddenly crossed Isabelle’s lips. “Oh, they’ll watch. Why? Because we have a cheat code.”

I blinked, puzzled. “Elaborate, please?”

“One of the members of this household already has a bit of an internet following. And it just so happens that she loves sitting next to you when you play guitar.”

Realization struck, and my gaze slowly moved to the cat on the floor, casually licking her paws. “You wouldn’t,” I told Isabelle.

“I would. The internet loves cats, Oliver. Cake will be our channel’s hook. They come for the cute cat and stay for the music. Or maybe they come for the cute boy and stay for the cat. All I know is that there are a few music channels who have animals in frame and are successful.”

“I don’t know. It feels… wrong.”

“Does it? Watch this.” Isabelle picked up her phone, pointed the camera at Cake and took a picture with a loud snap.

Cake’s ears perked up and she sat straight, lightly tilting her head and looking directly at the camera. Isabelle took another picture, and for that one, Cake didn’t look startled in the slightest.

“Our cat is surprisingly vain, Oliver. She loves having pictures and videos taken. I wouldn’t have suggested it if she didn’t. Have you seen Mila’s feed?” I hadn’t, actually, but she did send me all the pictures and videos directly. “Besides, I’m not willing to try and fight for Cake to stay in frame for whatever length of time a song lasts, but she does so naturally. And if it feels like we’re starting to force it, we stop.” She leaned down, picked Cake up and hugged her close. “I’m exaggerating for fun, okay? I do want to have her in the videos, but I don’t want to exploit her!”

I chuckled. “I know. How about it, Cake? Want to make videos with us?”

The damn cat meowed with such timing and in such a tone that both Isabelle and I could’ve sworn she was answering yes.

We would figure out the details later, but that was the day Isabelle and I made up our minds. We started with little to no expectations, but…

Well, you’ll see eventually.