One week later…
If you were trapped inside four walls with someone, how long do you think it would take to truly get to know them? Probably not long right? You'd probably know enough by the end of the first day to know if you could stand them or not. You'd learn their mannerisms, their interest, their eating habits. After a few more days you'd slowly start to see their true selves. The sheer arduousness of trying to keep up the appearance you display outwardly to people would fade with time, most of the time subconsciously. My best example is marriage. There is a reason divorce rates are so high, and it's partly because you don't truly know your partner until you move in together, share the same spaces, and have to live your day-to-day together. All of a sudden, this person you thought was perfection incarnate won't listen when you say to stop leaving the toilet seat up, or will not share the damn TV remote. It's more of a test to see if you're truly ready to share a space and accept all the inevitable challenges that come with it. Looking at the statistics, a large sum failed that test.
Well, analogy aside, me and Rias weren't married. But, we were living that exact hypothetical I described to you, well, except with the addition of permanent nudity, constant snuggles, and plenty of raunchy happenings. There were plenty of her habits that I had picked up on that she probably didn't mean to show off. For one, she was sometimes a little sloppy- forgetting dishes in the sink, not making the bed, forgetting to clean her hair out of the shower. It was stuff that I internally credited to her being of noble birth and having caretakers to handle a lot of those things, so it didn't truly throw me off. When they came up, I made sure to say something about it, politely and in a way that couldn't be misconstrued.
"Oh, sorry that was sloppy of me." She'd say something of the sort and then the issue would never come up again. She listened rather than getting upset or defensive.
Well, it wasn't like I was exactly perfect either. She fell victim to my leaving the toilet seat up and nearly fell into the bowl. There was also the issue of me organizing too much, leaving her unable to find certain things. I was nothing if not agreeable though, and made sure it only had to be said once. Healthy communication for the win.
The first week passed and with it went all nervousness and reserved tendencies.
At current, we sat on our small couch, cuddled up as we flipped through volume 56 of Naruto.
My attention was taken from the page as Rias stifled a yawn, her heavy chest inflating with the motion until it came to rest once more.
"Want to stop reading?" I asked, seeing the fatigue visibly on her expression.
She turned around, my arms now resting on her back as her naked mounds pressed into my front. I had grown intimately familiar with the sensation, along with that of her legs entangling with mine, and really just feeling her nakedness brushed against my own. What I hadn't grown used to though and what still made my heart skip a beat every time, was how she pressed her soft pink lips into mine. Her long eyelashes fluttered down softly and her face was utterly relaxed. I couldn't help admiring her features every time until my own eyes fell closed and I pressed against the soft warm feeling. Her face was still close when her lips left mine. Her lips were lifted upward into an alluring soft smile.
"You do not have to. I just find this particular arc boring." She admitted honestly, pulling her crimson tresses to one side of her head and over her shoulders. Presumably, so that her long hair wouldn't block my reading if I chose to keep doing so. "Just give me a summary so I know what's going on after." She said lightly, plopping her head back down with her cheek on my chest.
"Will do, what would you like for dinner." I made sure I was very still. Like an owner who was scared their dog would leave if they moved around too much. Similarly, I let one of my hands gravitate toward strands of her silky hair and thus abandoned any efficiency with flipping through the manga.
"Mmm~... something simple." She purred, nuzzling deeper into me and sending plenty more of those happy chemicals straight to my brain. "Maybe pizza?"
"Whatever you'd like." I hummed, purposefully choosing the answer I knew she'd most like to hear. She giggled happily, her arms wiggling under my back until she could lock them and squeeze me in her grip. I recognized the action for what it was and left her undisturbed as she drifted off into her daily nap.
For dinner, we sat at our small dining room table, happily chatting about whatever as we ate.
Afterward, we moved on to the most recent edition of how we staved off boredom. Board games! By this point, the closest was more of a storage unit for games we had played or would play.
No matter the game though, there was always something of a tradition attached to it. The loser obeyed one command from the winner. It came from a rather intense game of UNO, that I straight up refused to just let end without any reward. I had against all odds, come back from four consecutive plus-fours, and I deserved a little more than a "rematch?" for my efforts.
From there, no matter if we played Monopoly or something as simple as 'Go FIsh', there was always some sort of stipulation attached, most of the time sexual, but a stipulation all the same. This time around, my loss was all but assured when she convinced me to play chess. A foolish mistake on my part given she had been walking me like a dog every time since we purchased it. Such was the case now as atop the dining room table was a chess board with every white piece having been taken off the board, except for a sole king piece that instead just lay toppled over. On the other side, was a full set of black chess pieces.
Unfortunately, I was not on the side of the black chess pieces. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even on the side of the white chess pieces.
Nope...
Instead, I was looking up at a cocky crimson-haired beauty as she spread her legs wide and watched as I stuck my tongue into her hot sopping-wet honey pot and drove her to a well-appreciated climax.
"Hah~ what a great match," Rias smirked down at me, coming down from her high she moved her chair back to let stand.
"Great isn't the word I'd use." I rolled my eyes, letting her wipe away her cum off my face with a wet wipe.
"Don't be discouraged, you're getting better. You'll just need to keep using that lovely tongue of yours until you can pull a victory over me." She smirked, the added praise doing little to get me to ignore her teasing.
Too bad I had started to defend myself a bit more these days. I snorted in mock anger. "I'll show you someone using their tongue". I picked the girl up by her bare thighs, unhesitatingly letting my hands grip her soft flesh as I threw her over my shoulder even as she giggled aloud. She squirmed in my grasp, squeaking lightly when I slapped her ass lightly, but then going right back to giggling as I carried her away.
"You're so forceful." She said as I threw her on the bed. "You can't be such a sore loser you know."
"Say's the one who won't play Uno with me anymore because I kept winning." I huffed, remembering that small detail.
Rias rolled her eyes and turned so she was lying on her front. She crawled to the edge of the bed where I stood and took hold of my shaft. "That doesn't count, there's no fun in a game that has no skill required." She kissed my tip after saying her two cents and went about shoving it in her mouth.
"I'd argue it takes plenty of skill." I stopped myself from audibly gasping from the sensation and instead made myself useful and pulled her hair back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way.
She rolled her eyes, answering with that instead of with her words. She knew all my weak spots and targeted them without mercy. She took great pride in watching me squirm and gripped my ass cheeks so that I couldn't get too far away. Even then, I was lasting much longer with how much I was spilling my seed every day. I had to adapt to the natural disparity in stamina we had with her being a devil, even if we weren't having actual sex. Still, with how her tongue circled my base and her soft lips kept tightly around my girth, I didn't last forever. After swallowing my load she licked her lips and rolled back onto her back and further onto the bed.
That was another 300 LP added to the total. We learned quickly that the one-time quest payouts were five times what the normal action would give. We had done every quest that wasn't related to direct intercourse and at this point weren't even really thinking about things that would maximize LP. For example, engaging in a 69 gave us around 500 LP, but we preferred getting each other off separately rather than that, even if it did pay less. What we also found was that where the bulk of our LP was coming from was just touching each other while naked. It only paid 100 per cycle, which on estimate was about an hour, but given we were literally always cuddling or sleeping joined at the hip, we were making at minimum 1,600 LP from it a day. In total, we had made around 20,000 LP this week. Not nearly as much as we could be making, but enough that we were enjoying our time here, spending here and there to fix up the place and saving the rest. I thought things would continue like that, and that we'd just keep going until we saved up enough.
I was wrong.
