Chapter 8: Just Give Me Some Alone Time For One Second!
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I stand over the stove, browning meat in a pan. Ty hadn’t left his room yet, despite it being nearly ten minutes since he came back. I want to check on what he’s doing, but it really is none of my business. Not to mention being alone in a bedroom while my hunger wouldn’t shut up will only lead to disaster. 

I need to keep my brain occupied or else I’ll end up doing something I know I’ll regret. I played that porn game and was about to masturbate to calm myself, but he had to show up as soon as I was about to pull my panties down. 

I noticed a warm feeling between my legs and looked down. I never even noticed it, but I was touching myself without realizing. Now that my hand’s grazing my pussy, I can feel how drenched I am. 

I can cum before he leaves his room, right? Please let him stay in his room. I move my hand under my skirt and graze my fingers along my panties. It felt so fucking good, but at the same time, agonizingly painful. I want a nice hard cock in me, not some tiny fingers. 

“How’s the cooking going?” 

I jump and nearly scream as my hand rockets out of my skirt. I turn and accidentally backslap Ty as he’s walking to me. He rubs his cheek as I’m standing stunned silent. 

“Sorry, you scared me.” I apologize.

“I’ll say.” He looks at the pan and the box of hamburger helper sitting on the counter. “Nice choice. Who knows how fast this stuff could spoil.”

Who knew that you would leave your room the second I decided to masturbate? Like come on, when am I going to get something nice jammed inside my pussy. I can feel my sanity nearly losing its grip, but I can’t let him see me in such a state. I need to return to cooking. Keep occupied and stay on good terms. 

“Why do you still go shopping there if you’re so worried about the stuff going bad?”

Ty raised three fingers. “Very few people, extremely cheap, and five minutes away from my house.” Each time he brought up a new point, he lowered another finger. “It’s a good place as long as you’re smart with resource management, and I’ve played a lot of those types of games.”

I don’t exactly know how well those games of his translate into reality. I mean, that sex game I played let me fuck the girl’s brains out with her dad nearly thirty minutes in, and she didn’t need to do it to live another few days.

He turned around and went to sit down in his favorite seat. I couldn’t help but stare at him, at that gloriously fine hip that had such a wonderful rod connected to it. I knew he stared at me lewdly, but I don’t know if he knew I stared at him the same way, but a lot crazier. 

We both obviously want to fuck each other, but he doesn’t know what he’d be getting into with me, so I have to keep him away. It’s for his own safety, after all, but I’m not even sure that I can keep this up.

I need to do something about my hunger. I could probably find some random guy, but if he went out and told people he fucked a succubus, even if people didn’t believe him, that’s still too risky for me. If the wrong person heard a succubus fucked some dude, then there’d be people knocking at the door in no time. If I want to accomplish my dreams, I can’t just fuck random men.

But that left Ty. If we did it even when I’m not hungry, it’d still put us on bad terms, but now that I’m two days in without having cum in my baby maker, I’m afraid it’ll turn out worse than him being angry with me.

“You mind if I turn on the T.V.?” Ty asked.

“Can you turn on the news first? I want to know what’s been happening recently.” 

Distracting myself with current events is the key to this. I’ve already heard that human news is considered to be fear mongering garbage, so if I keep my mind on other bad shit, that’ll help me relax from my own problems. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

He clicks on the remote and the first thing that pops up on the news is a crime scene. A reporter stood in front of some yellow tape as a police officer and detective were looking around a garbage can in the back of a McDonald’s building.

Tragedy struck at the Joxten McDonalds as an employee that was taking out the trash caught a whiff of something other than garbage. Fifteen-year-old boy, Michael Standler, was found dead in the garbage without a single article of clothing. He had reportedly last been seen at the local Joxten High School four days ago.

“Change it, please.” I asked. I couldn’t listen to that anymore. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Ty clicked on the remote and began flipping through channels. “Life really loves its tragedies.”

He clicked onto a show that was much tamer this time. All it was about was a ten-year-old boy finding out the truth behind his powers.

***

As Harmony and I ate, I couldn’t help but notice she was staring at me differently than usual. Her eyes were looking at me, but angled slightly downward as if she were looking at my crotch. I didn’t necessarily dislike it. In fact, it’s hot as hell that a woman is lusting after me so badly, but that doesn’t make it the least bit strange. 

We barely know each other, and she doesn’t really give off a perverted aura like I do. She’s more playful and teasing rather than straight up perverted, but she’s still locking onto my crotch as if looking away from it would kill her.

I slurp up another bite of hamburger helper. “You doing alright over there?” I ask. “You don’t look so good.” I couldn’t just ask if she wanted to fuck me outright. On the off chance she actually isn’t lusting after my dick, I wouldn’t want to come out as some sort of sex pest.

“I’m good.” She said quickly, as if she didn’t actually believe it herself. “I’m going to get seconds.”

She says that, but her bowl is barely even halfway finished. I don’t believe her for a second, but I don’t want this fragile roommate relationship ruined if she really just doesn’t want to fuck. I may be a pervert, but I’m a respectable pervert. 

I was about to switch the channel since the show we were watching was about over, but before I could, Harmony shouted out of nowhere. I looked over and saw her falling over from seemingly nothing. 

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed her arm before she slammed on the floor. She looked up at me as I pulled her back on her feet. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and I could already feel myself slipping away into them. 

So instead of looking at her eyes, I went to the next best thing and turned my gaze to the glorious valley that is her cleavage. Her shirt was exposed just enough that the valley just slightly emerged from the glory land for all adventurers to travel towards. 

I don’t know if it was the lighting or if my eyes were slightly off, but her skin looked a lot grayer than normal. Like a corpse decomposing by the second while they still walk around, not aware of the fact they’re already dead.

Faraway Heights.

A familiar song played on the T.V. that sent my mind to a weird section of my brain. It was that part of every person’s brain where they stash all the stuff they don’t want to think about, less they sit for hours on end contemplating the meaning of life.

Can you keep in mind?

The world’s not shining, flying, sparkling

But it is when I’m by your side.

“Want to watch it?” Harmony asked.

I shook my head. My headache wasn’t hurting that much anymore, but it suddenly arrived at full force. “I think I’ll go to bed. I got somewhere to be tomorrow night.”

All of a sudden, Harmony’s eyes lit up like the lights of a Christmas tree. “Oh yeah, I nearly forgot to tell you. I got the job at the antique store.”

“Wait, what?” That’s strangely fast. No resume, no interview, no nothing? Just walked in, and bam, she’s hired. “Do you even know how much they’re gonna pay you?”

She shook her head. “No, they didn’t say anything like that.”

So let me get this straight. She took a job where they were seemingly just handing out for the first person that asks, they didn’t discuss pay, and she starts tomorrow? 

“That sounds like you got screwed over.”

“How would you know that?”

“Well, I’m not saying I’m right, but everything you said points to them possibly abusing new employees.” I thought for a moment and came up with a decent idea. “Why don’t I take you to work tomorrow so I can meet the boss?”

I may not be a people person, and if I had a choice, I would just not talk with her boss to begin with. However, this isn’t about me here. Harmony’s the one that suffers if her boss mistreats her, which could end up harming me if she doesn’t get the right amount of pay for her job. I’ll suck up my incompetence with people for now, but she owes me a door for her first paycheck.

“That’s cool.” She says. “Just don’t embarrass me.” I nodded, and before I could walk away, Harmony grabbed my shoulder. “Also a bit of a warning. The boss is a hot ass woman, so keep it in your pants when you see her.”

I smile and wave at her as I head to my room. “Duly noted.” 

I enter my room and pretend to shut the door that is no longer there. I jump on my bed and look under my computer desk. Everything looks neat and orderly down there. The flowers are put together in the right bouquet, and with no one around tomorrow, they should stay that way. 

I shut off the lights, close the curtain, and cover myself with the blankets that stayed on the floor since this morning. I raise the covers to my neck as I stare at the ceiling that protects me from the plights of the outside world. 

Thank you ceiling. I have to thank the things that keep me comfortable and mildly happy. There may be a day when those things disappear forever. 

I close my eyes, and the sandman puts me to sleep.

***

I’m walking through the jungle once again. Another hundred years have passed, and I came by that same moss covered tree another 238 times. That makes it 8,093 times I’ve seen it go behind me. I don’t think about it. Things are different this time. I just know it.

The clouds that swirl around the mountain hoping to get an autograph turns a dark gray and began impaling it with lightning. I don’t mind. This is the 502nd time this has happened. The mountain just refused the autograph, and the clouds decided to throw a hissy fit like a bunch of toddlers.

Things are different. Things are different. Things are different. 

I can make it out. I can make it out. I can make it out.

I can succeed. I can succeed. I can succeed. 

I repeat these phrases in my head, hoping that they’ll happen if the universe takes pity on me. Then again, it hasn’t thrown me a bone since I was born. That was the only moment it gave me a chance, and then the universe looked at me as they walked away and told me something profound. I don’t remember what it is. I was a dumb newborn, after all. I couldn’t comprehend memory.

Things are different. Things are different. Things are different.

A tree passes me, but not covered in moss. A rock passes by me, except it’s split in half with a battle axe sticking out. Sunlight greets me for the first time in a while. 

I leave the jungle.

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