How am I going to solve this?
I spent a few seconds thinking about it before starting.
"Luiza, come here. Let's talk alone. I'll explain everything to you. Okay? Ayla, wait a moment here."
"Talk? Talk?! What the hell are you talking about? Just say it before I set this whore on fire!"
Of course there would be resistance. And of course she was serious too.
"Please. Let's talk. Don't you trust me? It's all a misunderstanding. I promise."
"Trust? Ridiculous. I met you yesterday; how can I trust you? If someone I've been with for years betrayed me, there's not the slightest chance I'll trust someone I met yesterday."
What a headache.
I stood up and went to her.
"Come on, trust me this time, okay? I'm not like other men."
I said, crouching down to her level and extending my hand to her.
"... I don't even know your name yet... And you're asking me this? Lying like that, on top of everything else? Isn't that just like the others? This tramp is excellent proof to the contrary."
But as expected, she didn't even look at me. Her hair covered her expression.
Yes, she was right. What I was asking was nothing more than absurd.
"Fine. Don't trust me, then... But can you at least listen to me? No. Better yet. Let's start over, shall we? Nice to meet you; my name is Miguel. Miguel Ivanovic."
I smiled, pushing her hair aside, revealing her tearful expression.
Fortunately, that seemed to work.
"I'm... I'm Luiza... Gomes. Nice to meet you..."
She finally let go of Ayla and took my hand. I hugged her as we stood up, caressing her back.
"There. There. Let's talk now, okay?"
"Yes... But what about her?"
She agreed with a sniff but still asked about Ayla, who had been silently observing until then.
"She'll be fine here, okay? Go to your room; I'll have a word with her. It'll be quick, I promise."
Luiza clearly didn't like that but ended up nodding and leaving.
"Ayla. What are you doing here?"
I asked without bothering to help her up. Not that she needed it anyway.
"It's cold, master! I like it."
"I won't ask again. Why are you here, and what are those clothes? Where did you get them?"
"They're pretty, aren't they? These clothes are so practical for Master to fuck me whenever he wants... And I missed you. You left me alone, so I couldn't take it anymore and looked for Master."
Yeah. She really missed me. Her strong hug. Sniffing my body like a bitch.
"It's alright. My mistake. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long, but it happened... This time the mistake is mine, but I hope you don't do anything unnecessary again. And how exactly did you find me?"
Instead of a pat on the head, I prefer to grope your big ass, barely covered by that piece of pink cloth.
"We're connected, master. I'm your servant, so of course I'll know where my master is... and don't worry, I'll never disobey you, master, but you didn't say anything about not coming after you... and it seems I got the clothes right."
"I understand... Yes. You got it right. I love this slutty outfit. You can show as much as you want, but don't let anyone touch you. Understood?"
"Uh-huh. I belong to the master and no one else... But, master... I'm starving. I need you to fuck me."
"Later. I have to sort out the mess you caused. I need Luiza, and I also hope you two don't get into any little fights. Understood?"
"Yes. Yes... Go ahead with that slut and leave me here, alone, again."
This isn't going to work.
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[Programmed message from Markus Ivanovic: Why do you think I only had two children and a wife, kid? ]
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For someone who's sick, you had time on your hands, old man.
But leaving that aside.
"Ayla... I'm trying to be understanding here. So be a good girl and cooperate a little."
"Sure, sure... But are you sure, master?"
Shit.
Focus, man.
Now I understand where your clothes came from. That dark, hazy energy from before.
In an instant, your slutty clothes disappeared, returning to that dark mist surrounding your private parts, much to my dissatisfaction.
"Yes. I'm sure, in fact, I prefer how it was."
"...How boring."
She wasn't really annoyed, returning to her previous outfit. A tight, short, and extremely thin pink skirt.
Half of her ass was showing.
Her breasts were equally poorly covered by a short, almost transparent white blouse that only went up to just before the bottom of her breasts, leaving part of them exposed and showing her entire flat stomach.
Her hair also returned to the two previous braids. The pair of glasses she was wearing also returned...
What a temptation.
I really liked it.
My friend did too. Even more so because this time, she made sure to exclude underwear from the outfit...
Her smooth pussy... wet like honey...
Her hard nipples teasing me, almost piercing her "shirt."
That slut.
The only thing that stopped me from attacking her right now was the strange tattoo above her vagina.
Is that the so-called Mark of Corruption?
I hadn't seen it before, but thanks to that, I managed to restrain myself, ignoring that dirty temptation. Curiosity got the better of lust for a moment.
I took advantage of that moment to get out of there.
I walked to Luiza's room without even glancing back, while simultaneously contracting my legs, redirecting the blood elsewhere. It wouldn't be nice to talk to her with a hard-on.
I'm not that insensitive.
When I got there, I didn't knock; there was no need, it was open, and Luiza was curled up on the bed.
I didn't think much, going to her and sitting beside her.
"Did I take too long?"
I asked, holding her hand.
"A little..."
"Sorry. Ayla turned out to be a difficult girl... You know, I'm not usually like this, but a lot has happened to me in the last three days. My grandfather's inheritance. Then, Ayla. Now you... Me ceasing to be useless in the meantime."
"So... she really is a summon?"
"Yes. My grandfather left me a summon ability, among other things, and a succubus was the best option I had... The old man wasn't exactly that heroic. Anyway, I know her as well as I know you, and you know me."
She was silent for a few seconds before whispering something I barely heard.
"Well... I can get rid of her then..."
"Luiza. Ayla is my summon. Don't do anything unnecessary. I told Ayla the same thing: you two don't need to get along. Just don't do anything unnecessary."
I held her hand tighter as I spoke, but she simply gave a weak laugh.
"Then you say you're not like other men. You don't expect me to accept that, do you? Let's end it here... Each of us goes our own way, and that's it."
She tried to let go of my hand, but I wouldn't. She didn't resist.
"Luiza, I need you. I want you. I may have lied when I said I'm not like other men, but I can be different from them. I won't lie to you. I won't hide anything, and I promise from the bottom of my heart that I will take you to new heights if you agree to stay by my side... You don't need to get along with others, and I'll be there when you need me. Do you accept that?"
"... Others? Just how much of a piece of trash are you?"
I didn't answer. There was no need. She knew the answer.
"Coward. Admit that you simply want me to accept being cheated on. That you have fun with others, but of course, it's all right, because I would know about it, so it's okay in your head... We just had sex. We fucked. Do you need this nonsense? Just leave!"
Again, she was right, and again I was lying. There's no way I could like you to this extent after just one night, but I really need her.
I don't know if I'll get an awakened ID or when that might happen. Especially without making a fuss.
I just want to be included in the system quietly, to grow without drawing attention, and to avoid being held back by my family for as long as possible.
So I can only continue trying to convince her.
Yes. She had said herself that it was a long shot, but she could help me, and it would be good to have another girl.
Who knows, maybe something will blossom from this?
"Luiza, I'm just asking for a chance, please... If I fail at what I said I would do, you can do whatever you want. I won't bother you anymore. Can you give me that chance?"
I said, while wiping the small tears from her face...
She really is a strong girl. Refusing to cry in front of me.
"You're crazy... Why would I give you this chance?... No... It's better to ask myself, why am I giving you a chance... I'm such an idiot..."
After almost ten minutes of patiently waiting, she answered. Finally looking me in the face. Reluctant to give me this chance.
"Thank you. I won't make you regret this."
"It's better that way... If you disappoint me even once, it's over."
"I won't. I promise."
I said, lying down behind her, hugging her from behind.
"Of course. I'll pretend I believe you."
I chuckled in her ear at that. A calm silence, while we enjoyed each other's warmth.
I did it.
I can't falter anymore.