Chapter Fifteen
To Be Happy
Even though I might have had a decade on Rosie, we were basically the same when it came to our maturity and experience.
Really, I didn’t even feel like there was an age gap between us.
I felt like she was one of my peers. That probably said more about my maturity than hers, but still.
The point is that, once we made it back to the house, Rosie and I ended up awkwardly sitting next to each other in the living room while we waited for Lupa to take a bath.
We were both inexperienced, clueless virgins who knew what was about to happen.
As for why Lupa was taking a bath, Rosie already did while we were gone and insisted that Lupa took one, too. Neither of them wanted me to take one despite me offering to.
Also.
Rosie looked really, really cute.
She was in a simple but cute nightgown with thin straps that went over her shoulders, and the front of it left little of her breasts to the imagination.
Normally, her outfit covered most of her breasts up except for the frontal cleavage, but not now.
Now, most of her breasts were left exposed, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off them.
She even had those frontal, long locks of hair tied back in a little ponytail which somehow made her look far more erotic.
Maybe it was because it made her neck stand out more?
Between her hair and her clothes, little of her neck was ever visible from the front. Now, it was totally bare.
“Even—even though I know I’m showing them off… on purpose,” Rosie said, “it’s still embarrassing… when you keep looking at them.” Then, with a blush, she anxiously covered her breasts up with her hands. She tried to, at least. They were too big to actually hide.
“I’ll… try not to stare so much,” I said.
“I don’t want that, either…”
“You’re being awfully contradictory.”
“What’d you expect? This is all new to me.”
“Don’t worry, I get it.”
“A-also. You… look good. Did Stella pick those out?”
“Yeah, she did.”
“I see…”
The conversation died again, replaced once more by awkward silence.
“So… did you buy whatever we need?” I asked.
Rosie nodded. “It was mortifying buying them. The cashier looked at me with this smug, knowing smile…”
“What kind of uh… stuff did you buy?”
“Condoms, since I know guys—guys all have a breeding kink, and… since guys hate ‘wasting’ their stuff.”
I felt like Rosie just hinted at something I was going to be appalled by. “Rosie, please explain what you mean by that. The wasting part.”
“Oh, right… you’re not—not from here. Well, maybe it’s different on your planet, but…
guys get super grossed out by stuff like girls swallowing it…
or getting it on our skin… so… I—I thought, even if you’re nice enough to let us…
do non-breeding stuff, then we can still use protection so you wouldn’t get disgusted from it. ”
“So, let me get this straight. The guys here basically only like vaginal, and they also feel like shooting their cum anywhere other than inside a pussy is a waste, and they think it’s disgusting to see their cum on girls or for girls to swallow it.”
“Yeah…”
I let out a long, frustrated sigh as I leaned forward.
“I feel my blood pressure going up. At this point, the men of this world are too insane for me to just brush it aside. If any of this was obvious in the game’s writing, even more people than usual would have complained about how stupid and absurd the worldbuilding was.
Did that guy seriously just use his fetishes to create a world while ignoring all logic?
Even I can’t defend his choices at this point.
I don’t even feel thankful anymore. If anything, I just feel bad for all the girls who have had to put up with guys when they all have such shitty taste.
” At least my frustration with the insane worldbuilding helped to take my mind off how nervous I was about having sex.
“When you put it that way… do—do you mean… you like the same stuff girls do?”
“Yes, Rosie, and I’m not special for that.
The majority of men from my world are like that.
I’m sure some weirdos exist back on Earth who wouldn’t be happy to have a girl who only ever wants to suck his dick every single day and swallow every time, but the vast majority of men would kill for a girl like that. ”
“So… you—we don’t… need condoms for that?”
“No. And we don’t need them at all.”
“But—I—I don’t even know if I want kids, so—”
“I mean I’ll be perfectly happy to keep my dick above your waist.”
Rosie’s eyes widened when she heard that. “Seriously?! You—you aren’t going to only let us suck it if after we let you try to breed us?!”
“Rosie. One, I’m a virgin who will be happy to do anything.
Two, this game basically groomed me into having the same preferences as its creator because of how much I dedicated my life to it.
Three, even before this game’s influence, the first time I ever saw porn when way too young to be looking at it was of a woman giving a guy a titfuck and blowjob, so my preferences have been messed up for as long as I can remember. ”
“No way… does that mean—does that mean… you actually want to get those? And without protection?”
“Yes, Rosie.” I sighed again since it felt ridiculous to even have to confirm that.
Honestly, I wasn’t even horny at that point, just disappointed in the men of this world.
“I promise, with absolute certainty, that nothing would make me happier than to—alright, now I’m getting embarrassed again. ” And horny again.
Rosie clung to my side, pressing her breasts against my arm and chest, as she leaned up and looked into my eyes with this cute, pleading expression.
“Please tell me? I—I’m afraid that I’ll do something you don’t like…
or misunderstand something, so… if you could tell me with clear language…
make it impossible for me to misunderstand, then…
I think that’ll make me feel a lot better and I can stop feeling like I’m about to cry from nerves. ”
It was impossible to reject her request, not that I ever would have in the first place when she presented herself so vulnerably to me.
The courage it took her to say that demanded courage in return.
“I don’t care about vaginal,” I said. I wasn’t even sure if I said that right.
Should I have said vaginal? Pussy? Missionary?
“And… I really want to,” I paused again as she looked at me with waiting eyes.
What kind of language was I supposed to use here?
Was I supposed to sound more formal? Casual?
Raunchy? Classy? I ended up looking away while scratching the side of my cheek as I said, “I want to hump your tits.” I wanted to die from self-inflicted cringe after saying that.
“And I want you to titfuck me. And I want you to suck my—dick. And I want to fuck your mouth. If I’m being greedy…
your thighs also look really nice, so… I’d like a thighjob sometime in the future, but that’s optional.
Handjobs could also be nice. And… I can’t really think of anything else, but if I do think of something, I’ll…
let you know. Oh, and… I want you to swallow my cum.
But it would also be fun to cum on your face sometimes, and on your tits, so… ”
I wasn’t sure what kind of response that was going to get.
I also didn’t expect Rosie to climb onto me, straddling my lap, to hug me.
“I’m really stupid, aren’t I?” Rosie whispered to me. I couldn’t see her face since her head was next to mine, but she sounded like she was smiling.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“I keep on thinking, ‘There’s no way he can get any more perfect than he already is,’ but then you go and prove me wrong. I was getting in my head, worried that you’d be just like other men still, even though all you give me are reasons to know you’ll be different.”
“Well, I can’t exactly blame you for that. You’re dealing with an alien from another world, after all.”
“I know, but still. Sorry for not having more faith in you.”
I reached up to pet the back of her head as we cuddled.
“It’s alright. I mean, if I was back on Earth, I wouldn’t believe a girl with preferences like the ones girls have here could be real.
I’d probably be worried, even if you promised me that you were serious, that you were just trying to make me happy or something or forcing yourself to change for me.
But it just so happens that the girls of this world were influenced by a creator who had the tastes of men from my world, so we’re perfectly compatible.
Actually… does it bother you at all to know that? ”
“Not really. Even if you tell me that we are the way we are because some perverted god made our world this way, what am I supposed to do about that? It doesn’t change the fact that this world is how it is.
It doesn’t change the last eighteen years of my life, either…
and it doesn’t change how happy you make me.
Besides, even if he changed us to be like the girls from your world, that’s still some god deciding what feels good for us and what doesn’t.
Does it really matter if we feel good from one thing instead of another? ”
“Guess not.”
“Sorry, let me rephrase.” Rosie cleared her throat before making sure to sound as sarcastic as possible.
“Oh noooo. My boobs feel too good and I want you in my mouth. How hoorrrriblllle. I’m going to feel super good from it.
This is the worst. Curse that god for making me so that we both get to feel super good together.
I wish we liked totally different things instead so we both feel obligated to do different things to each other instead of get to feel good at the same time. ”