Harem Master - RPG story

Hey there! New chapter's up! After the chaos of last night, things aren't exactly calming down... tough moments to deal with, and new problems popping up out before the previous ones were solved.

Hope you enjoy this one!

--- Naomi Tanaka ---

Naomi stirred from her sleep, still lying in her bed, holding Sam in her arms.

And when the redhead sobbed softly, Naomi realized that was what had woken her up, and that the harder part of Sam taking Nabuk was only just beginning.

Naomi gently stroked Sam's curly hair.

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered.

"I know," Naomi replied quietly, hugging her friend tighter.

Sam took a deep breath like she was about to say something, but instead, she gasped, took another shaky breath, then another, her chest rising and falling rapidly as tears streamed down her face.

"Shh..." Naomi hummed. "Calm down. Slowly," she whispered.

It took a moment, but Sam's breathing slowed down, while she still cried, clinging to Naomi, who waited for her friend to relax, stroking her back.

"I'm sorry, Nami," Sam whimpered when she had finally calmed down enough to speak.

Naomi only hummed, still brushing her friend's hair. It wasn't anything new. Sam had apologized hundreds of times. Thousands, even. But then, she would always do the same and then apologize again, in an endless loop.

"Sam," Naomi whispered.

"I'm sorry," Sam whimpered.

"I hoped that coming to the Academy would help you," Naomi said. "That you would have something to focus on, something that should occupy your mind so you would not think about drugs."

"During it... yeah," Sam replied. "But then I came back here and just sat and... you know... everything started to feel... so bad, and dull. I didn't want to do it. Really. I was trying not to. Trying to distract myself. But then... it was like I was on autopilot. I wasn't thinking. It was like... watching myself taking them without any control and then... it was too late."

Naomi sighed. She should've stayed in the room. It had been stupid of her to leave Sam alone for so long. But they still hadn't fully made up after the party and their argument, and Naomi had wanted some time to herself. Some distance from her friend. And Sam had taken advantage of that. But now, after what Sam had told her, Naomi realized something.

"So, you had them already in the room?" Naomi asked quietly, frustrated and hurt. It was one thing that Sam couldn't control herself. But as they had been arguing the previous day, Naomi asked Sam if she had taken or bought Nabuk.

And Sam had been swearing on her life that she had just drunk beer and no one there even had it. Not only was this a lie, but Sam had bought it. And hid it. Lying all this time to Naomi, and risking exactly what had happened--that she would lose control.

"I..." Sam gasped. "They offered it to me, and... I don't know. I couldn't refuse. I just... bought it. I... needed them."

"And what were you supposed to do when you felt like that?" Naomi asked.

"It's not so easy..." Sam whispered. "I-I know that if I tell you, you would take it away. And make sure that I don't take them."

"And that's what you want. Right?"

"Now? Yes. But when I'm... craving it, when I feel this need... it's like nothing else matters. Like it's the most important thing in the world. And then I feel terrible, physically and mentally, and... I know there's this easy solution that would fix everything. And it's the only thing that would make things better."

"We should tell your parents," Naomi said.

"No!" Sam protested. "You promised!"

"Just like you promised you'd never take it again. That you'd tell me when you felt the urge. When someone offered it to you. When you already had some. Or when you were feeling bad," Naomi listed. "Sam, you made a lot of promises, and you didn't keep any of them."

"Because I'm a terrible person and friend," Sam whimpered. "But you are the best. You would never lie to me!"

Naomi sighed. "Sam, we need to do something about it."

"I know," Sam whispered.

"Please, we need to tell someone. You need to go to rehab."

"Now? When I'm attending the Academy? How do you even imagine that would work?"

Naomi sighed, frustrated at herself. "I believed your promises that you would not take it anymore when we came here! And you lasted, what? Two weeks?!"

It was the longest time Sam had endured in over a year, but she still broke her promise and took them.

"Nami, please. I can't go there, please. I... please."

Sam began to cry again, soaking Naomi's shirt, while Naomi's own tears streamed down her cheeks and fell onto Sam's head. She stroked Sam's hair, holding her in silence for a moment. But then she decided to ask the questions that had been bothering her, knowing this might be the only moment Sam would be willing to answer.

"Why are you holding back with Asher?" Naomi asked. "I know it's all weird and... But when you first found out, you were excited. You said it was a fantastic idea, and that we should go for it. You were the one pushing for it. And then... after we joined, you suddenly started to distance yourself."

Sam took a deep breath and then sighed loudly. "Isn't it obvious?" she whispered.

"No," Naomi sighed.

"For you, Nami. You have only me. No family, no friends. If something happens to me--"

"Don't even speak like that," Naomi interrupted her.

"If something happens to me," Sam repeated, ignoring Naomi. "Then you would be left completely alone. Unless, you have a boyfriend. And friends. And it works, doesn't it? You already befriended Lucy."

"S-Sam," Naomi gasped. "It was supposed to help you."

Sam snorted and sniffled. "How was that supposed to help me?"

"Distract you?" Naomi asked. She wondered that maybe, if more people knew about Sam's problem, they could help in ways she couldn't. Naomi felt overwhelmed. She truly believed they needed someone else to help them. But Sam refused to tell anyone.

Still, if someone got close to Sam, and she opened up on her own, Naomi wouldn't be alone in trying to help anymore. There would be others. And maybe then... maybe then they could actually save Sam.

Sam hugged Naomi, saying nothing for a moment. "I don't think anything can help me," she whispered.

"Sam," Naomi said. "You didn't even try. So how can you know? And if you keep pushing people away, you'll never find out."

"I don't want to get close to them," Sam replied, louder.

"But why?" Naomi gasped.

Sam let out a bitter laugh. "You ask why?" she said, pulling back from Naomi and sitting on the bed.

"Look at us." She motioned between them. "You were crying because of me yesterday. You're crying now. You're worried about me, stressed out. And I fucking tossed you across the room. Nami, I'm a terrible person! I shouldn't have friends. Or a boyfriend. I don't deserve them. I only hurt people. I'm just a burden!"

"You're not a burden," Naomi protested, her voice shaking.

"No?!" Sam gasped. "Were you happy when you came back to the room yesterday? When you found me completely fucked up? When you listened to--" She cut herself off, grimacing. "I'm sorry for everything I said. I--"

"I know," Naomi whispered, cutting her off gently.

"You see," Sam whispered, staring down at the bed between them. "I only end up hurting people. I hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"You could stop taking it," Naomi said.

Sam started laughing and crying hysterically, averting her gaze, and wiping her nose with her hand.

"Sam, we need to tell someone," Naomi whispered.

"No. No, Nami, please," Sam said, turning toward her. "Please, they'll close me in a room without a door, and I'll never get out of there." Sam shifted closer to Naomi, grabbed her hands, and squeezed them, staring at her pleadingly. "I lasted two weeks. Two weeks. That's progress. Isn't it? I-I'm getting better. Please. Give me a chance. One more, please," Sam begged, crying again.

Naomi watched her friend, considering it. She wanted to believe that would work, that it would really go well, but she was almost certain that it wouldn't. But... Naomi knew that to stop taking it completely in just one day was incredibly difficult.

Maybe Sam just needed to take it less often. Maybe if she kept stretching the time between doses, she'd eventually stop completely. Maybe one day she'd be free of it.

Naomi wasn't sure. But it seemed possible. For the past few months, there hadn't been a single week when Sam didn't take it. And here, at the Academy... she had lasted almost two weeks.

"Please, Nami," Sam said. "The Academy is helping me. The exploration and the whole thing. I didn't take it for over a week. And I didn't even think so much about it during this time... please."

"There are conditions," Naomi whispered.

Sam grimaced but quickly nodded.

"No parties," Naomi said.

"Nami, you know that they help me. I can distract myself."

"And you know that getting drunk is not a real solution."

"I--"

"No parties," Naomi said firmly, interrupting Sam. "O-Or I call your parents right now."

The problem was that Naomi was bluffing. She wouldn't be able to push herself to really do it. Not when Sam was begging her not to. But she hoped that maybe Sam would not call her on it.

"And what am I supposed to do in my free time?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, Sam!" Naomi gasped. "Not get drunk or high? Really, anything except those two!"

"Maybe, I'll limit the parties?" Sam asked.

"Sam," Naomi said.

"Oh okay," Sam gasped. "No parties," she said, averting her gaze, hunching on Naomi's bed.

"And you'll attend all classes," Naomi added.

Sam raised her gaze to Naomi. "Okay," she whispered.

Naomi hesitated, wondering what else she should ask for, but she knew that Sam might not follow through with what she had promised already anyway.

"And you will last at least a month without taking it," Naomi demanded.

"Two weeks," Sam countered.

"Sam, it's not a fucking auction! It's your fucking life we're trying to fix!" Naomi snapped, as she lost it. "You should not take it at all! And you're planning when to take another dose?!"

"Three weeks?" Sam asked.

"Oh my fucking god!" Naomi shouted, putting her face in her hands and groaning loudly.

"Okay, okay," Sam said quickly. "A month. I'll try to--" Sam stopped suddenly and gasped. "Nami, there's no way I can last a month," she sobbed, crying again, falling forward on the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

Naomi grimaced, putting her hand on Sam's back. "You can do it," she said. "You lasted two weeks. You can last a month."

"No, I can't," Sam mumbled into the pillow. "I'm too fucked up. There's no way I can last so long."

"I'll help you," Naomi said weakly. "But you need to let me help you."

Sam turned her head, looking at Naomi. "I want to try. I'll try, okay?" Sam said. "But promise me not to tell anyone."

Naomi sighed. "As long as you hold to what we agreed."

Sam grimaced, slowly nodding and sniffling. "And you will try with Asher," Sam added.

"Sam."

"Just please," Sam protested. "Just give it a chance. So you have at least one person in your life that doesn't make you cry all the time."

"I already agreed to that," Naomi whispered, averting her gaze.

Sam nodded slowly, remaining silent.

"The class is starting soon," Naomi said. "We both need a shower."

"Together?" Sam asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Naomi rolled her eyes and shook her head as she got up from the bed. When Sam finally moved past the phase of hating herself for taking Nabuk again, she'd go back to being her usual joking and fun self.

Nabuk didn't leave her with a hangover--at least not a physical one. But the moral hangover had been hitting Sam hard lately.

The two of them washed, got ready, and headed to the lecture together.

--- Asher Montgomery ---

A pleasant shiver ran through Asher's body, waking him up. When soft fingers brushed over the head of his hard cock, he smiled, pushing his hips up.

"The--"

Elara leaned down and kissed him, cutting him short. She was still stroking his cock softly as their lips teased each other. As she pulled back, she bit his lower lip and pulled gently.

Then she nodded to his other side, where Lucy was still sleeping on her stomach. She was completely exposed and naked, and Asher's gaze wandered over her slender back to her plump ass.

Elara's hand stroked his cock faster, squeezing him tighter, making him moan softly. As he turned toward her, she left his cock and nodded toward the exit from the bedroom. She got up, completely naked, from the bed and slowly straddled there. Her firm ass shifted incredibly as she swayed her hips, putting her long legs one after another.

She left the room, not even looking back to see if Asher was coming. He slid off the bed quietly, to not wake up Lucy, and followed after Elara, who wasn't in the main room of the apartment, but the door to the bathroom was wide open, and there was a light turned on there.

Asher entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him, to not risk waking up Lucy, suspecting that they might be loud with Elara, as she needed to prepare before her training session with Maya.

Elara stood in the shower entrance, leaning against the cabin door with one hand raised above her head and one leg curled around it--just enough to hide her crotch from view, but leaving her incredible ass, toned thigh, and tits thrust forward for Asher to admire.

"I hoped you might want to join," Elara said.

"Yeah, not like you just want my boosts, so Maya won't kick your ass," Asher taunted, stepping toward her, as his hard cock led the way.

Elara furrowed her brow, staring at Asher.

He sighed. "Yeah, shouldn't mention it."

"No," Elara replied, shaking her head. "It's not that."

Asher stopped close to her, and she put her hands on his chest.

"Do you really think that I only want your boosts?" she asked, staring into his eyes. "Sure, they're amazing and I need them, but I want to have sex with you because of you. Not your class," she said before she kissed him shortly, pressing her naked body against him.

"Without it, we wouldn't be here," Elara said, waving her hand over the bathroom. "But I still would want to have shower sex with you." Her blue eyes stared at him.

Asher kissed her again, pressing her naked body against the shower cabin, his hands stroking her side, from her hips, lower, to her thighs, and to her ass, squeezing her cheek. Their lips teased each other, as his hard cock rubbed against Elara's thigh, but he was more focused on what she had just said.

On the warmth that spread through his chest. The love that he felt for his girlfriend. She was with him because she loved him, and she chose him. Whereas the other women were with him because of his class. And even if they were interested in something more, the start of it was because of his class. Not because of him as a person.

He pulled back, watching Elara's face for a moment in silence, stroking her thigh. She was special. In so many ways, and that was another one of them. No matter how many women he would have in his life, she was his first, and she was the one who chose him, without his class involved.

"I love you," Asher whispered.

"I love you too, Ash," Elara replied, putting her hands under his arms, stroking his back as she pulled him tight against herself.

He sighed contentedly, just standing there with Elara in his embrace, but he knew that they didn't have a lot of time.

"You need to go soon," he whispered, leaning back.

"But I don't want to," she said, pouting.

Asher chuckled, and Elara giggled softly.

"As if I would believe that you don't want to kick her ass," Asher said.

"I want to. And I will," Elara said. "But not today," she added quietly.

"I believe in you," Asher said, kissing her again. Maya was too strong for Elara, and she had no chance to beat her soon, but he knew that was great for Elara. She would have a challenge and someone to chase, someone who would push her to train harder.

Their lips were connected, teasing each other, as their tongues played slowly in each other's mouths. Elara wrapped her hand around Asher's still-hard shaft and stroked it slowly. In return, his hands wandered over her body, rubbing her soft skin, sensing the muscles under it.

While still kissing, they slowly moved into the shower cabin and turned on the water.

Elara squealed, breaking the kiss and jumping to the side as the water hit her back.

Asher snorted, chuckling, and reached out to check the temperature.

Elara grabbed his hand and pulled him under the stream. He gasped as the freezing water hit his body, making Elara giggle in return. In response, he caught her wrist and pulled her under as well, capturing her lips in another kiss.

As the water began to warm, the kiss grew more passionate. Asher's cock pressed against Elara's thigh, but he wanted more, he wanted to bury himself inside her. Guiding her with his hands on her arms, he moved her until her back touched the wall. Then he reached down, grabbed her thigh, and wrapped her leg around his waist, giving him better access to her pussy.

Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed his cock and guided it into position. Her folds brushed over his tip until he was perfectly lined up, and her opening stretched around him, slowly accepting his length.

Elara moaned as Asher pushed his hips forward, pressing his shaft into her. He lowered his lips to her neck, where hickeys still covered both sides, so many it almost looked like someone had tried to choke her. He decided it was time to ease up on those.

Brushing his lips over her soft skin, he trailed gentle kisses along her neck as he pushed deeper, not so gently spreading her insides. Her walls were gripping and massaging him until he was fully buried inside Elara's tight pussy.

They groaned at the same time, clinging to each other, Elara pulling him closer with her leg still wrapped around his hips.

He kissed higher--along her jaw, her chin, and finally back to her lips, which were parted and waiting, ready to connect in passionate teasing of their tongues.

He slowly pulled his hips back, then thrust forward into her hot, wet pussy, which massaged every inch of his cock and sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. But his thrusts quickly grew faster, harder, their gasps and moans rising with them.

They couldn't kiss anymore, only hold each other close, their foreheads pressed together, panting against each other's lips, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of their bodies.

"God," Asher gasped, slamming his cock into her in short, rapid thrusts. Her wet pussy welcomed him without resistance, gripping him tightly like it was made just for him. "I want to cum so fucking hard in your pussy."

"Do it!" Elara moaned breathlessly.

He quickened his thrusts, fucking her harder, spreading her faster, getting even more pleasure out of her tight and fit body. Her folds glided along his shaft, wrapped around it in a tight ring that slid over his cock.

Deep inside her, her pussy massaged the tip of his dick, pushing him closer to the edge. But her twitching body, the desperate moans slipping from her lips, and the bliss spreading across her face made it clear. She was winning this race.

He brought his lips to her ear.

"Come for me," he breathed. "Come on my hard cock," he gasped, the pleasure rising fast, pressure building in his balls. His thrusts grew frantic, chasing the inevitable moment of bliss.

Elara cried out, wrapping her hands tighter around him. She stopped breathing for a second, freezing in a moment of climax, but her pussy was clenching and pulsing around Asher's shaft.

He kept thrusting, short and hard, driving her pleasure even higher as he watched her face twist in ecstasy. Then a tremble ran through her body, and she relaxed, gasping for air with a deep, shuddering breath.