Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 10: Pregnancy Scared
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Jinx lounged naked on the bed, looking serene as could be. Her eyes were closed as I just stood there in my underwear, stunned silent by the statement that apparently one single night of fun had resulted in not one, but two pregnancies.

Will my sisters stop calling me the baby now? That stupid thought bubbled into my brain. "Okay. Okay! I-I'll take responsibility, help raise the kid, I have savings-"

"Oh my God, Sammy, it’s gonna take nine months for a little shit to pop out. Don’t have a fucking pannie right now."

"I'm not having a panic attack!" I'm pretty sure I wasn't very convincing, but I wasn't! I was just concerned! "I just - ah, God! How did you both get pregnant in one night?!"

"Guess your little swimmers are as much a bunch of indomitable bitchbreakers as your cock is," Jinx said lazily from the bed. "I've got an implant, so it's real impressive."

I felt my gut clench at that. When I'd gotten all the other mods in that drunken night, had I somehow also gotten super sperm? Was that a modification there was? Wait, did that mean that Reina, Caitlyn, Olivia-? No, at least Olivia was menopausal. Why would I get a mod like that? I wouldn't, right? Not even while dead drunk? Alcohol just reduces your impulse control, it doesn't make up new impulses! I'd rather be hot than not, but while I wanted kids, only in the future, and not by baby trapping a girl! Or two girls, in this case! (Four girls?!) Was it some fine print in whatever mod I got? Ahhhh!

"Are you genuinely pregnant?" Naomi asked.

"Yes, I really am pregnant, duh doy. I made super sure, don't worry. Hey, guess that means our kids will be twinsies, eh, Naomi?" At that point, Jinx finally popped one eye open to glance at the other woman. "What're the odds?"

"Very low, since I'm on the pill." Naomi's voice was cold as ice as she glared at the other woman.

"Probably just forgot. Or his swimmers are as much a bunch of ubermensch as the man himself." She leaned up at that, and a frown crossed her lips as she looked up at me. "Doesn't look like much of an ubermensch right now, though. Looks like a Sammy, hardcore."

"I-! Come on! I'm allowed to panic a little! Didn't you panic a little when you found out you were pregnant?!"

"Yes," Naomi said.

"Nope," Jinx said, basically simultaneously.

At this point, I was mostly worried about money. Naomi had money to care for a kid on her own, but Jinx? I didn't know anything about her, really, other than that she was smart and liked chemistry and engineering and stuff like that - mostly because she said as much in between calling herself a blueberry bimbo. Which was sexy, but not a helpful thought right now! "Jinx, do you have any savings?" I asked at last, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"Nope. My pops is pretty well off, though, and he loves to spoil me." That was actually reassuring. "Wonder what he'll think when I give him the news that I'm pregnant." That was not! She grinned as she saw my response. "Don't worry, Sammy, Jinxie will make sure her big, scawwy daddy doesn't hurt her big-dicked breeding stud."

Naomi spoke then. "How old are you?" It came out as an accusation of immaturity more than anything else.

"Eighteen. Well, that or nineteen. Don't have a birthday."

"Oh my God, I knocked up an eighteen year old," I said on pure instinct.

Jinx rolled her eyes as she hopped out of bed. "Look, Sammy-"

"His name is Max," Naomi interrupted.

"I'll call him Max when he stops acting like a fucking Sammy!" Jinx called back, then clapped my shoulder. "Sammy. It's just a baby. Every single one of your ancestors successfully made one and got it all the way to adulthood, for a hundred thousand years, most of 'em with nothing to their name more sophisticated than a pointy stick. It's not a big deal." She started towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. You should get to that work and stuff!" Jinx called out as she kicked the door to the bathroom closed.

My first thought as I stood there in dumb silence was...

Actually, most of my ancestors were born after the rise of agriculture, since population was much less in the hunter-gatherer era. So they had better than just pointy sticks.

"I..." I started, in something of a daze. "I am going to go work." I felt judged, though I'm not sure if Naomi was actually judging me, or if it was just in my head. "I have her number! I'll call her later!"

* * *

Jinx emerged from the bathroom naked as the day she'd been born - she hadn't taken any of her clothes, which were strewn around the place at this point. Naomi held her phone in one hand. "I need your number," she said.

"You're not my type, sorry grandma," Jinx replied.

"It's not for booty calls. You-" She clenched her free hand. "Look. I am trying to do the right thing here." Jinx resisted the urge to roll her eyes or fake gag. "You are young. Max is a good man, but he is not as sexually experienced as he seems."

"Really?" Jinx shoved one finger into her ear, casually gathering up earwax. Why couldn't her retard parents have gotten her better earwax? There had to be gengineered earwax mutations, right? "So he was a total virgin before that night? Because that's about where I'd peg him."

"In terms of his sexual ability-" Naomi cut herself off. "This is a serious matter. Max will want to spend time with his children. You will be having one, as will I, and I think it would be most reasonable for them to know one another when that day comes, so-"

"Alright, alright, whatever will get you to shut up. We'll get started on planning playdates and shipping our tykes together before they've even got tiny baby weiners."

"They would be half-siblings, so I will not be shipping them. Your number?"

Jinx rattled it off, and Naomi quickly confirmed the number was right. She put the other woman in her contacts, then got dressed.

Sheesh. These two were taking this whole situation way too seriously.

The kid'd have half of all her genemods, so it probably wasn't viable anyway.

* * *

Jinx's suggestion that I get back to work... had actually helped! I got back in the zone, mentally calmed down, and I pretty much forgot all about the fact that in nine months I'd be a father of two, to instead focus on the site.

My main interest at this point was in figuring out why this site had been almost all female. Was it normal for this species, or something special about these particular members? Had it somehow been involved in their civilizational collapse?

I found pretty hard confirmation that it was a harem situation. When the full group had left, some of the other females' clothes had been left behind; they hadn't been repurposed by the two females who remained (wrong sizes), and I'd found what had to be ejaculate stains in some of the female's clothing; reconstructing the pattern let me confirm that it was only consistent with the clothing being worn at the time. Based on the pattern, the harem leader had ejaculated on the female's face, and some of it had splattered onto her top.

It would have been messy - or at least, had a huge risk of being messy - given there was no artificial gravity at the site, but it felt mean to judge somebody who died about four hundred thousand years ago for giving one of his wives (?) a facial.

Most of the inhabitants' clothes weren't accessible to my initial scan - people don't generally leave their clothes to float in zero g, especially their friends' clothes that they left after they moved out - so that was another point to try to check when I went back for another scan. I did wonder what further ejaculate stains might tell me, but it was probably better to wait until I actually had a good look at the stains in question.

I felt pretty good when I took off my headset, stretching in my seat with a contented smile on my lips.

Then I remembered that I was now a baby daddy to two different women.

Oh, yeah, and if I somehow have super sperm, then Reina and Caitlyn might be pregnant too! Ahhh!

* * *

Reina flicked her pen between her fingers as she stared down at her tablet. Her mom had made her take a class on the history of the Solar Galaxy Church, because it was their family religion, and it was interesting... but not really for religious reasons. She wasn't that pious, but it seemed kinda fucked up that their founder Sakamoto Katsuro had literally been mind controlled by the Final State, ran off to Revealer with a good chunk of his most loyal followers, and then just... everybody went on like nothing happened?

Well, Jesus got killed by the Romans, pretty weaksauce thing for the incarnate God to do. Katsuro just had visions from God, he never claimed to be infallible. Still, you'd think God would protect him from getting his brain scrambled by the Final State.

As she was contemplating these deep questions, her phone rang - Max's ringtone, specifically, so she dropped her pen and grabbed her phone as quick as she could. Date? Booty call? Just a chat? She was fine with any of those - alright, fine, she'd rather not the last one, but lots of guys liked to talk, and Max was definitely that kind of guy. If you wanted to hook them, you had to master small talk, and Reina definitely wanted to hook Max.

"Hey," she said, making her voice as sultry as she could manage. "What's up, gorgeous?"

"Ah, hi, Reina, um. I'm sorry, this is kind of an awkward question to ask, but a- a friend of mine, he was with this cute girl, and they were fucking, you know, and she had a BC implant, but, um, it failed, apparently. So I'm having a mild panic attack here."

Ah, damn. This was the booty call equivalent of calling your kid because you had a bad dream. "I had my period last week, don't worry," she reassured him, and she heard him let out a long sigh.

"Thank God," he breathed.

"No need to be so anxious, Max." She tried to make her voice as warm as possible as she spoke. "Want me to come by and help soothe your anxieties? I could give you a nice massage, we could cuddle, talk..." You could fuck me with your monster cock too, she didn't say out loud.

"Oh, thanks! Um, but I'm on Zaun, you know? Is your mom going to let you come over?"

"I'm an adult, I can go where I want, Max." Did that come off as too confrontational? Guys hated when you called them stupid. It was actually worse than calling them ugly. She tried to pivot. "Right now, the place I want to go is over to you, to see this smart, sweet, hot guy I know, and reassure him as best I can that everything is fine."

"Ha... well, um, it's not actually fine, but it does sound nice to see you again. I have... a couple other people to call." She knew he was sleeping with anybody with a pulse, though she didn't know who else was on the list. Probably that Caitlyn chick? "Just- come whenever you're free, don't feel like you have to come by right away or anything! Thank you, bye!"

"Bye," she said, letting him hang up. She grabbed her backpack, stuffed a change of clothes (and her tablet) into it, and headed for the station to get a transfer to Zaun.

* * *

Caitlyn was supposed to abandon Max as a suspect in the disappearances of Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo, and she supposed she'd basically agreed to do that when she'd let him fuck her brains out while calling her a cumslut. Not exactly professional behavior for a detective about a suspect, even if she was buzzed and the guy was the hottest person she'd ever seen in her life.

It didn't really make sense for Max to kill three Enforcers shortly after arriving on Zaun; he was an archaeologist fresh off his PhD doing a dig. There wasn't more than the most circumstantial evidence that he did it. She even believed that he didn't do it.

Still...

She stared at her computer screen again.

"Unsub-Blue" was a very unusual person. Particularly since there was no one matching that profile on Zaun, Piltover, or any of the other stations in the Valora system, as far as official records were concerned. Her eDNA was found on the inside of Max's room, which was also the room where the tip came in about the missing Enforcers.

None of that meant Blue did it, of course, but it was a detective's job to look through everything, and the odds that a person who didn't exist had nothing to do with a murder that occurred within a few meters of where she had been... were not very high.

Most likely, the woman in question had dyed her hair to a normal color. Could somebody who looked like that have really completely evaded all detection? Caitlyn had already gone through the available CCTV footage (well, AI scrubbers had) for anybody with blue hair like that in the past twenty years, and not a single hit. It was an eyepopping cerulean, not a dark blue like Caitlyn's own hair.

Her personal phone rang, and she sighed, deciding to stop staring at the computer screen and picked up her phone. Oh. It was Max. She had given him her number, but...

No, she couldn't do another booty call with a suspect. It had been stupid to do it once. She put the phone to the side and let it ring until it went to messages.

Then he called again.

And again.

Okay, people didn't call you three times in a row for a booty call, right? Especially not super hot guys who had a whole harem (or whatever was going on with Max). Caitlyn picked up her phone and answered. "What is it, Max?" She asked.

"Oh! Sorry! Hi! Um. Did I interrupt you?" He really didn't have the personality of a killer - not that that meant much.

"Not really," she said, with a sigh. "What is it?"

"Right! Sorry, this is a dumb question, but, um... you aren't pregnant, right?"

"I have an implant."

"I know. Um." She could practically hear him chewing his lip on the other end of the line. "Look, I... I have a... I know somebody who has an implant, and she just got pregnant, so I'm having a little panic attack. I know it's stupid, but could you check? Pretty please? I'll pay for the kit!"

Caitlyn sighed. "Are you the one who got the girl pregnant?" His silence spoke volumes. "You know women can lie about being on birth control, right?"

"Th-they can, yeah, but I'm pretty sure she didn't. She wasn't trying to get anything out of me! I tried to offer and stuff! L-look-" she could hear him swallow, "-it's two different, unrelated girls that I knocked up. They're nice people, but I wasn't exactly planning to start a family with either of them! I'm kind of worried that I have... I don't know, super sperm."

Caitlyn sighed. "Fine. Fine. Do not send me money for the kit, it will look atrocious on any records," she said, then hung up the phone before leaning back.

Fuck, she hoped she was, in fact, not pregnant with his kid. No matter how good his dick was, it wasn't worth that.

* * *

Reina had pretty much flown over to Max's apartment. She'd changed into something sexy-and-casual - a long-sleeved shirt with an exposed midriff and a dipping neckline, a pair of sweat pants - and by the way his eyes immediately dipped towards her cleavage, she'd hit the right mix. Yeah, if you played it too cool, the guy couldn't get the signals, but if you were too eager, guys thought you were desperate, and started treating you like ass.

"Hey, Max," she said, giving him a winning smile. "I'm here to comfort my big, strong man."

He actually blushed at that. She had to really sink her teeth in before he got used to girls throwing themselves at him. "Thanks. You really didn't have to come all this way," he said lamely, as she entered his simple apartment.

"I didn't," she agreed. "I wanted to." She casually threw herself at him, just wrapping around him with a big hug. She felt his erection pressing against her stomach, while her tits pushed into his chest. It was just a normal, affectionate hug, that so happened to show off her best features and get him hard. "How about a nice massage, Max? That's the number one reason I came over."

He swallowed at that, nodding, and she took hold of his wrist and dragged him over to the bedroom, having him lie down on the bed on his belly. She peeled off that shirt of his, and took a moment to admire his features in profile as he laid there, his nice, muscular, pale body looking positively scrumptious. She wanted to just lean down and lick him clean with her tongue.

Instead, she focused her attention on his shoulders, caressing and gripping and squeezing tired muscles, working her way slowly, languidly along his upper back. She leaned over him, doing her best to occasionally brush her body against his in subtle, sexy ways. A little push of her tits into his back. A gentle rub of her knee against his groin. Her mouth getting so close he could hear her breathing in his ear. All plausibly deniable, but all with the intention of getting him riled up and ready to go.

"So," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me all about your troubles, Max. Let me help you out."

"Oh. Um." He sighed. "I got two different girls pregnant in one night."

Motherfuck-! Her nails momentarily dug into his skin, but she stopped herself, and somehow, he didn't even seem to notice. Was he made of rock?! She tried to calm her expression as she thought things through.

Obviously, if you got knocked up by a guy, that gave you a huge advantage on seducing him. Even if she'd never done it herself, that much was obvious - if he likes you, and he's a decent guy, it'll seriously put a ticking timer in his head on getting married. It couldn't be that EM bitch. Caitlyn? Even if it was her, that was only one, so at least one of them, she didn't know.

On the other hand... well, he wasn't going to be able to marry both of them. "I see." She massaged his shoulders all the while. Should she turn off her implant? Reina, come on! You're eighteen! This dick might be good, but for all you know, there are better dicks out there! Those words weren't the most convincing to her, but she managed to keep her wits about her. "That's rough."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I really didn't mean for it to happen."

"I believe you." She did. What guy purposefully tried to get two women pregnant on the same night, anyway? The dumbest man in the world? "What are you going to do?"

"I honestly don't know. I want to be there for my kids, but-" He paused for a moment. "I don't think they're looking for a boyfriend or a husband or anything? Naomi said I could be involved in the kid's life, and Jinx acted like, I don't know, like it was a pro forma explanation that I had gotten her pregnant?"

Thank God for small mercies. Max seemed like the kind of guy who could be completely mindfucked by a baby. "Then relax. I'm sure your kids will be fine. They'll have great genes and everything," she told him, giving him a soft kiss to the neck, as her hands casually groped and massaged his thighs. "It'll all work out fine, in the end. Don't worry too much. Worrying can't change anything. I'm sure you'll do everything you can, when the time comes."

Her fingers slid around his thigh, finding his erection, starting to stroke him through his pants, breathing heavily in his ear as she jerked him off. "Just focus on the moment. Focus on me. I can make you feel good," she breathed out. "Let me take care of you, we can have a lot of fun together." He groaned softly at the feeling of her hand, and she could feel his length pulse - and then he surprised her by suddenly rolling around on top of her. It was a sudden, sharp movement, and his expression was surprisingly angry as he pinned her like that. Had she done something wrong?

"You just came over here for sex, didn't you?" What? Was he stupid? "You came over here for sex! I'm going through a really serious issue right now, and all you can think about is my dick, is that it?" As he spoke, he tugged down his pants with one hand, the other holding her hands over her head. It only took a few seconds of fumbling, and his thick, throbbing cock bounced out into the open air, and her brain oozed out between her thighs as her mouth opened to stare at the thing. He smacked her face with his dick, just rubbing it in, the scent of it thick, clogging up the wrinkles in her brain with that pungent odor that made her pussy clench. "Apologize to my cock for pretending like you care about anything other than sex!" He casually smacked her face with his cock.

"Sowwy," she got out, her brain frying from the intensity of the sensation, her mouth momentarily trying to grab his cock between her lips before it escaped from her easy reach. "I did come over hoping for sex, but that's because guys feel better after they fuck me." It came out of her mouth without any higher thought being involved - and there was no impulse to take it back after she spoke.

"Yeah? So you were just trying to make me feel better, huh? It wasn't that you wanted this fat cock in your tight pussy?"

"I wanted i~it, but I thought it would make you feel better too," she whined. "Guys like fucking me... I'm sorry if I upset you, Maximillian-sama."

At that, Max stuffed his cock into her mouth, casually sliding it against her lips. She opened wide to accommodate the massive rod, his scent and taste rolling all across her tongue as she trembled in response to the sensations. Her nipples were diamond hard against her bra as he drove his dick into her mouth, her brain stuttering, higher thoughts turning into mush.

"Nng... you..." He breathed out, as he gently sawed his cock back and forth inside of her mouth. He wasn't in her throat, but the feeling of his tip bopping against her palate felt amazing anyway. "You... fine!" He popped his cock out of her mouth, casually smacking her face with it, and her lips brainlessly tried to chase it around. "I want you to apologize! I already had a bunch of sex today, I don't need to have it with you, too! I don't need you smacking your fat Japanese titties into my back while pretending to be innocent! If you apologize, and I believe you, I'll let you have my cock!"

"I'm sorry, Maximillian-sama! I'm sorry for being a naughty slut! I really wouldn't have gotten you all riled up like that if I thought it would make you upset! I'm just a stupid little Japanese slut who's addicted to your big, fat cock! It makes it hard to think of anything else! When I think of how to make you happy and relaxed, all I can come up with is using my fat tits and my tight Japanese cunt to make your cock feel good!"

He yanked her pants and panties off at that point, in one fell swoop, her sopping wet cunt immediately exposed to the open air, and she trembled at the sensation of air brushing across her lower lips. He shifted on the bed, keeping her pinned there, and just slammed his cock inside her without further ado, his hand roughly groping her ass cheek as he pounded away. He leaned down over her at that point, forcefully shoving his lips against hers, and her brain sparkled and exploded in bliss, a powerful orgasm hitting her at that point.

He broke off the kiss again, just pounding away, letting go of her hands as he grabbed her thighs, hefting them up. Her own hands reached up for her ankles, her fingers a little jerky as she eventually found them and took a tight grip to hold herself in place. "Good girl," he grunted out. "That's my horny little Japanese schoolgirl slut," he told her, pounding away, his hands grasping the base of her top and hefting it up - and then he undid the clasp on the front of her bra, letting her tits bounce freely. His fingers just sank into her breasts, digging in roughly. "You think your tits are just stressballs for me to use for relief, isn't that right?" She nodded rapidly, feeling her pussy still spasming. "That all you're good for is a sex toy for your big strong man to use to jerk off with, and then pass out after he has a nice nut, right?"

"Yesh, Maximi'ian-shama," she slurred out, her pussy going wild around his cock as he just pounded away. "My body'sh for you to jerk off wiff," she explained, and he leaned down, pushing her tits together and just biting on her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came hard, casting her head back into the pillow. Her fingers retained their tight grip on her ankles, letting him ruthlessly, relentlessly, abuse her needy pussy.

It felt so good. She let him use her body in that position, kept her fingers gripping her ankles despite not being told to, and her stuttering brain only noted that maybe she should do something else to please the godly cock that was pounding her. "Thansh for fugging me even tho' I was a bad girl," she mewled out, and he let her nipples leave his mouth, kissing up the soft flesh of her tits as he groped and squeezed her tits, finding her neck and sucking on it sharply. Her pussy tightened, her head swimming with pleasure, and he soon found her lips with his once again, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, leaving her to just shiver beneath him.

He popped his lips off hers. "That's right." He smacked her tits, and she came again. "You were a bad girl, weren't you?" She nodded rapidly, ready to accept any punishment. "What would a good girl do in this situation?"

She couldn't really speak at the moment, so she just got her tits smacked again, but her brain just interpreted the brutality as pleasure, the delight of being disciplined by such a superior specimen of masculinity. Her fingers tightened up on her ankles as she took it, mouth working at the air to at least show her white god that she was trying to be a good girl.

He slowed down his pace inside her, then just paused, his massive cock lodged deep inside her for several long seconds as her brain restarted. "Well?" He prompted her, as she blinked away tears from her eyes. "What would a good girl do in this situation?"

"She would," Reina gulped, "she would listen to you, and give advice, and massage you, but she wouldn't tease you by rubbing her fat tits against you, or groping your dick, or wearing a slutty outfit. She'd only offer her holes to you if you asked, not try to work you up, when you're going through a hard time."

"Good girl," he told her. He pulled out of her cunt at that point, making her whimper softly, her brain worried that he wasn't going to keep fucking her. Then he pushed his cock up against her mouth, and she opened wide to accommodate that girthy, fat cock. "Drink it all down, you naughty Japanese slut," he told her - and then erupted all over the inside of her mouth, thick globs of cum polluting her tongue and palate alike. Her eyes peeled back while her throat desperately worked. All the while, she kept a firm grip on her ankles, her spasming, feminine, fucked-stupid brain telling her that it would help show her male owner that she was a good girl who was doing her hardest to please him.

She managed to get most of it, but some ran down her cheek. He popped his cock out of her mouth, sliding it along the cum and feeding it into her mouth that way, and she greedily slurped and gulped it all down - then he got back down between her legs and rammed his dick deep inside her. "That's not quite true, though," he told her, as he rammed at her pussy, and she blinked and nodded, trying to comprehend what he was saying despite the pleasure racing up her spine. "She could do all that stuff - but if she does, she has to say she's offering her fat-titted Japanese teenage body to me to be used as a stress relief toy! She shouldn't pretend otherwise! It's fine if you're going to be a horny Japanese slut, but you have to say as much, got it?!"

She nodded again, and lost herself in the pleasure of the moment. Max never told her to release her ankles, so she never did, just submitting to his relentless use of her body, her brain dribbling out of her pussy around his fat cock. She drooled and praised him and came. She sucked down his cum when it was blasted inside her mouth, and otherwise was a compliant fucktoy. He forced her into a half-dozen positions, smacked her tits and ass, and told her that she'd been a bad girl to try to seduce him like that.

When he finished with her, she laid on her back, coated with sweat, some of his spunk drooling out from between her thighs, as she just stared at the ceiling and caught her breath. Max left her there, half-naked, and grabbed his clothes, got dressed, and went right to his desk to work, not even caring he had a fucked stupid Japanese teenager on his bed.

She passed out without even pulling the blanket over herself, though, so it's not like she would have been much for conversation.

* * *

Olivia stared at the phone number currently displayed on her computer screen. It belonged to Jinx. She could track the blue-haired bitch down this way... Now that she was staring the number in the face, though, the obvious possibilities of blowback danced through her head. Naomi, naturally, wanted the last bit of intel so she could go track down Donny Boghan and do whatever needed to be done to the guy.

There was a call on Vivi's phone, and Olivia casually reached out for the device, a dull look crossing her face as she saw the number belonged to Max. She may have forgiven Vivi for cheating on her, but that didn't mean she wanted the prick calling her to do it again. "What is it, pendejo? Puta can't come to the phone right now," she said.

"Oh! Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Olivia. I know this is really, really stupid, but, um..." God, this pendejo really did not have dominant energy outside the bedroom. Never call yourself stupid in front of your sub, that's like the first rule.

Not that Olivia was his sub.

"Look, I know you're 214-" fuck, she did mention that when he was fucking her, didn't she? Stupid. His dick was just too good. "-and that means that you shouldn't be able to get pregnant, and so on, but, um. Two people I was fucking, who were both on BC, are now pregnant, so... if you could get a test or something, and call me back, or just text me, you don't have to talk, sorry, I know it's stupid, you can't make a baby without eggs, but-"

"Yes, fuckin' fine, I'll make Vivi pick me up a pregnancy test or some shit. Mierda." She hung up the phone, tired of the conversation already.

She frowned. Pregnancy tests cost money. She should have at least made him agree to pay her back.

Ah, whatever. She was rich.

Plus, she could just make Vivi deal with-

She could call him back to tell him to send the money her way.

* * *

She woke up an hour or three later, with Max gently pulling a blanket over both of them, tugging her naked body against his. He was wearing only a pair of underwear as he tugged her against him. "Max..." she breathed out softly. "Were you actually mad about my... uh..." she trailed off. She'd never had a guy get pissed about her offering him sex, so it was definitely weird to her. "Did you really think I was only coming over for a massage and cuddle?"

"That's what you said!" Max defended, and she resisted the urge to snort at that. Okay, so he's a retarded virgin. "I wasn't thinking about sex when you said you wanted to come over, and then when you just acted all... look, I wasn't actually that mad, it's just... I like being mad during sex, I think?"

"Okay." She paused. "So next time...?"

"Just say you want to have sex. I can say no on the phone! I can't say no once you're here and rubbing your boobs all over me!"

"You can." He absolutely could not. She would probably have to kill herself if he did, but you couldn't say that out loud.

"I can't! Look, you're cute and sexy and I like fucking you, Reina, but-! This is my boundary! If you want to come over for sex, you have to say that's what you're doing! Oh, but, you can say you want to sex, and then I can say no, and you can still come over, and we can massage and cuddle and talk without sex... just don't try to seduce me."

She laid on the charm thick, her voice sultry. "But you're so sexy, Maximillian-sama... how can I resist trying to seduce you?" (Also, how would she possibly cuddle and massage him without him getting a boner? She didn't say that out loud, though. You didn't want guys to feel stupid.)

He blushed. "Look, you just... I really thought you didn't want sex when you came over! Maybe normally I would realize that, but I was kind of distracted, with the multiple pregnancies, you know?"

Oh, yeah. She guessed that could make any guy confused enough to not understand what girls mean when they say they want to come over, cuddle, massage him, and talk. "Fine. Sorry, I guess."

"It's not a big deal." He ran one hand through his hair. "I just... sex isn't as relaxing as cuddling. I really wanted to relax."

She gave his naked pec a little kiss. "There. Now I know what you want, and I can be a good girl for you, Maximillian-sama." She rubbed against him a little, plopping her cheek against his chest.

"I really need to sleep," he told her, in a tone of voice that said she was actually annoying him a little.

"Got it. Cuddles and sleepy time." She yawned. "You woke me up, anyway," she said, using the guy as her big muscular cuddle pillow.

Hopefully tomorrow morning, he'd fuck her again. She could give him a wakeup blowjob if she woke up first (which was likely, since she'd already had a nap), which would make it basically destiny that he'd stick his cock inside her.

She'd already seduced him once, so a second time was no biggy, right?

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