For days, I observed Tira diligently working on our web novel, pouring all her energy into perfecting it. She immersed herself in rewatching animated videos and studying the characters with unwavering focus. Her dedication was commendable, but there was something else that caught my attention.

I couldn't help but notice George, Tira's supposed ex-boyfriend, making frequent visits to our apartment. It was puzzling, considering Tira had mentioned their breakup. Yet, there they were, sitting together romantically in front of the computer, engrossed in playing my web novel for hours on end.

As I watched them, a mix of emotions washed over me. Part of me was intrigued, curious about their sudden reconnection. Was it just a casual friendship or something more? And then, there was a tinge of jealousy, a feeling that perhaps I was being replaced, even in the virtual world of my web novel.

It was impossible to deny the allure of the characters in the story, drawn from my fantasies and experiences with the women of Red Flat. Tira and George lost in the world I had created, seemed to get carried away by the tantalizing narrative.

But who was I to blame? After all, the web novel was born from my fap material, a manifestation of my deepest desires. It was only natural that it would captivate others, even those closest to me. And yet, a part of me couldn't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness, a desire to keep my creation and the world it represented solely for myself.

As Tira and George continued their virtual journey through my web novel, I found myself torn between wanting to join them and wanting to keep my distance. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, as the characters I had written came to life before my very eyes.

Amid this tangled web of emotions, I couldn't help but wonder what this newfound connection between Tira and George meant for our relationship. Would it bring us closer together, or would it drive us apart? The uncertainty lingered in the air, adding a layer of tension to the already complex dynamics within Red Flat.

And so, I observed from the sidelines, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts and desires. The world of Red Flat continued to unfold, both within the pages of my web novel and in the lives of those around me. Little did I know what the future held, what twists and turns awaited us all on this journey of passion and desire.

And Yet, I was right.  I watched Tira eagerly rush towards George, consumed by their intimate moment, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. Jealousy, betrayal, and an unexpected surge of desire coursed through my veins. It was a scene that both captivated and tormented me.

Yet, upon further reflection, a sense of clarity washed over me. I knew deep down that Tira held no romantic feelings for me. I was merely her neighbor, a support system during her difficult times. Accepting this truth, I made the conscious decision to close my door and leave the lovers to their pleasure.

However, as fate would have it,

As George walked out of the apartment building, I couldn't resist the urge to catch up with him. After witnessing the intimate encounter between him and Tira, a mix of emotions swirled within me, but curiosity got the better of me.

"Hey, George," I called out, my voice filled with a hint of intrigue. "Mind if we have a chat?"

He turned towards me, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "Sure, Tomas. What's on your mind?"

I led him to a nearby bench, away from prying eyes and curious ears. As we sat down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in my words.

"I couldn't help but notice the connection between you and Tira," I began cautiously. "I thought you two had broken up, but it seems like there's something more going on between you."

George's expression softened, his eyes betraying a mixture of guilt and longing. "Yeah, Tomas, things have been... complicated between us. We couldn't stay away from each other, no matter how hard we tried."

A pang of jealousy shot through me, but I pushed it aside, determined to uncover the truth. "What changed between you two? And why did it happen in my apartment, while we were immersed in the world of my web novel?"

George sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's hard to explain, Tomas. Sometimes, the lines between reality and fantasy blur. We got caught up in the passion and desires that your web novel evoked. It was like a spark reigniting a flame that we thought had burned out."

I nodded, trying to process his words. It was both unsettling and fascinating to hear how my creation had influenced their relationship. But deep down, I knew I had to confront my feelings and come to terms with the reality of the situation.

"I understand that things can get complicated," I said, my voice tinged with resignation. "But I want you to know that I won't stand in the way of your happiness. If being with Tira brings you joy, then I won't interfere."

George regarded me with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. "Thank you, Tomas. I appreciate your understanding. We're still trying to figure things out ourselves, but I promise you, we won't let it affect our friendship with you."

A bittersweet smile crossed my lips as I contemplated his words. 

Nodding in understanding, I realized the power that storytelling held over our lives. It could ignite dormant passions and reshape the course of relationships. Yet, amidst the turmoil, I knew it was crucial to confront my feelings and accept the reality of the situation.

As the completion of my visual novel drew near, I decided to gather Cira, Sarah, Miera, and Tira for a celebratory family dinner at the bustling buffet in the heart of St. Hilary. It was a chance to bring everyone together and share in the joyous moment, even extending an invitation to George to join us.

I wanted this gathering to be a testament to the bonds we had formed, rather than a romantic candlelit dinner with Tira. It was a celebration of togetherness, friendship, and the culmination of our shared experiences.

Tira proudly showed me the increasing download counter and the flood of positive emails from our fans, indicating the growing popularity of our visual novel. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that our hard work was paying off.

I reassured Tira that this web novel was truly a reflection of her. While I may have been the one to initially write it, it was her essence that breathed life into the characters. She had become the muse for almost all of them. She laughed in pride but then confided in me about her secret for accuracy, which involved both Sarah and Cira.

Playfully, I held her cheek, unable to contain my admiration. "That was genius!" I exclaimed, appreciating the cleverness behind her approach. The collaboration between Tira, Sarah, and Cira truly elevated the authenticity and depth of the characters, making our visual novel all the more captivating.

I leaned in closer to Tira, excitement tingling within me as I shared my vision for the future. "Now we wait for our publisher to come through. Once that paycheck arrives, we'll finally have the means to make your dreams come true. You'll have your very own motorbike, just like you've always wanted."

Tira's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her smile widening. "A motorbike? Are you serious, Tomas?"

I nodded, unable to contain my enthusiasm. "Tira. You deserve it. It's time to embrace the freedom of the open road and let the wind carry you to new adventures."

Tira's laughter filled the air, and she playfully nudged me. "You always know how to make my dreams come true, Tomas."

My visual novel is now complete, thanks to Tira's help. It has truly come alive. There are just a few things left to do to make our visual novel perfect for publishing.

The next day, after my teaching duties, I headed to Dona's office, my publisher. This is my third release with her. Dona was eagerly waiting for this visual novel, and I haven't given it a definite title yet, just using the code name "elien-3."

I met Dona through my wife, who accused us of having an affair. But our relationship is purely professional, although our closeness made my wife feel excluded. I still don't know where she is or what she's doing.

"How's your wife, Joana?" Dona asked me. In Dona's eyes, it would be quite uncomfortable if Joana still harbored jealousy towards us.

"She seems fine, she's in Japan now. You know." I replied, uninterested in discussing it. "That's all I know. We haven't been together for over two years."

Dona shook her head. "You poor thing."

"No! She accused you unjustly," I retorted to Dona, "I don't like her behavior. Jealousy blinds her."

Dona smiled a sultry smile that ignited Joana's jealous fire.

"Now, what about this 'Elien-3'?" She asked, shifting the conversation to my visual novel.

"The public loves its beta release." I smiled. "The response has been great!" I said, showing her the numbers from a report managed by Dona's office.

"So, are we releasing it?" Dona asked. "I'll give you the paycheck. My staff has checked and confirmed its quality."

I paused for a moment. "Have you played it? Did you receive the clues and hints I emailed you?"

Dona smiled at me. "Oh! Tomas, Seriously! Your visual novel makes me masturbate every time I play it."

"Oh?" I smirked. "That's why I know so many people love it."

"Oh, by the way. Did you choose to play as a female or male character in my visual novel?" I asked, a mischievous smile on my face. Dona blushed immediately, clearly taken aback by my question.

"Of course, I chose the female character!" Dona replied, her voice filled with amusement. "You're such a perverted writer, Tomas. I never expected such erotic content from you."

Dona continued, her curiosity piqued. "Honestly, Tomas! I'm curious about how it feels."

Without hesitation, Dona slipped her fingers under her clothing, surprising me with her boldness. "Wait! I'll prove it to you," she said, her words catching my attention. I could tell she was touching herself, her excitement evident. "Look! Just thinking about it makes me wet!" she exclaimed, proudly showing me her moist fingers.

I couldn't resist the temptation. I approached her and took her hand, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I sucked on them, savoring the taste of her love juices. "And you taste good," I whispered, my voice filled with desire, as I sniffed her fingers.

"Oh, I've also decided on the title," Dona said, pulling her hand back, still feeling a bit hesitant to get too close to me, and shifting the conversation back to my visual novel. "I'll call it 'Melodic Fragrances.' It sounds good, and for marketing purposes, my staff will add 'St. Hilary True Stories in Visual Novel.'"

"True stories?" I asked excitedly.

"To make it feel even more intimate and real. Your novel has that quality." Dona continued proudly.

My desire for Dona was overpowering, and I couldn't resist taking her to the peak of pleasure. Ignoring her pleas to stop, I continued my expert ministrations, skillfully stimulating her sensitive areas.

As I teased her clitoris with my fingertips, Dona's moans filled the room, growing louder with each passing moment. Her body writhed with pleasure, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her.

"Tomas," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Please, we can't do this here. It's too risky."

But I was consumed by the moment, driven by my insatiable cravings. I intensified my touch, my fingers dancing against her most intimate parts, bringing her closer to the edge.

Dona's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She clung to the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as the wave of pleasure surged through her. Her moans turned into cries of ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure.

For a brief moment, we both basked in the aftermath of her release. But reality quickly set in, and Dona's expression turned from pleasure to guilt.

"Tomas," she whispered, her voice filled with regret. "We shouldn't have done this. It was a mistake."

I looked at her, a mix of satisfaction and conflict swirling inside me. Deep down, I knew she was right. What we had just done was reckless and impulsive. Yet, a part of me reveled in the forbidden pleasure we had shared.

But before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the room. Panic filled the air as we scrambled to compose ourselves, desperately trying to hide the evidence of our passionate encounter.

Donna then handed me my paycheck, and 'Elien-3' officially became her company's property. “Deal!” and we shake our hand. Pausing our games.

"One more thing!" she added. "Next month, there's a school reunion. Can you attend?" she asked, sounding quite teasing. I looked at her face, making sure of my answer. "Alright, I'll be there."

And that's how Tira got the motorcycle she wanted.