Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kassie
I’d always thought gaming would be one of the least stressful jobs.
It would be fun. I could make my own hours.
Stay up late, live off an endless supply of snacks, and talk to friends all over the world.
The only real challenge would be coming out of my shell a little, maybe even showing a bit of cleavage to attract subscribers, and then, bam, playing games all day.
It was perfect for me.
One day, if I ever got good enough, I could even join a ranked national team. That felt like way too much pressure. It was a problem for future me.
I hadn’t checked my messages since my vagina decided to go on a rampage, and my heavy, massive melons got so full they needed the extra sports bra. I was just glad I’d found Atlas when I did, because who knew what would have happened.
The trees could have been next. And with a crazy monster forest like this, they might actually come alive.
Atlas stomped out of the room, his wings barely fitting through the doorway. He wasn’t happy, but what I had to do next was urgent.
I was being summoned by the gaming world. Called out, and I hadn’t responded for days. I’d been called a big-ass pussy, hiding in a hole, too scared to come out and fight.
TeaBagTitan had it coming.
That asshole.
No vacations. Girl can’t enjoy going into heat anymore, no, sir. I had to always be on call.
No job is stress-free, not when TeaBagTitan was around.
Thank fuck Harlow was flipping through the lives last night and stumbled across TeaBag’s live. Right, stumbled across it.
He called me out, saying he wants our rematch. Not returning his messages right away has been a major insult, apparently, and not returning his calls was so… totally not cool.
Seriously, was his vocabulary not that big?
Harlow said he made it up in the dick department, but I doubted that, too. Atlas could wack him with his mallet and call it a day.
“Kassie, are you dressed?” Atlas called.
Why did he have to be so hot? It wasn’t fair. He looked so amazing with clothes on. I wonder if he had sensitivities to his wings, like some winged monsters I’ve read about. Would he come if I just touched the base of them?
Atlas took in a deep breath, his antennae lay back on his head. “You are making this very difficult for me, my soul. Please dress, so I can get you where you need to be.”
I shook my head, my wet hair slapping against my face. “Right, give me a second!” I dropped the towel, and Atlas leaned his head back and groaned.
“Fuck! My dick will rip a hole in my pants with you walking around naked all the time.”
I giggled, trying to find my pants at least, because we both knew I didn’t have any underwear, and the bra might be questionable.
Mental note: Flying requires proper support garments.
The wind gets rough when you're clinging to a cryptid, and friction against his bare chest created.
.. unexpected reactions. I warned him about leaving his shirt unbuttoned, but his excuse about "sharing body heat" clearly had unintended consequences. For both of us.
And might have stirred him on a little bit as he held me, because I’m a mean little tease and he was pulling my hair.
After Atlas made sure the coast was clear, he landed in the front yard.
Harlow burst out of the house, practically leaping off the porch as she sprinted toward us.
By the time she reached us, Atlas already looked human.
She skidded to a stop, eyes darting between us with a mix of awe and impatience.
"Holy shit, that was like some sci-fi teleportation scene," she breathed, then grabbed my wrist. "Come on, we don't have time!" She jerked her head at Atlas to follow us inside.
Once inside, Harlow ushered us to the kitchen table, where her streaming setup dominated one end. Despite wearing one of her signature barely-there outfits and full makeup that screamed "camera ready," her equipment sat dark and silent.
“You are even on the different categories of channels now,” Harlow clicked through the live streams.
There were various categories from Gaming, Cooking he’s a little butthurt.”
I bobbed my head back and forth. “I can’t help, he’s on his period, and he needs help changing his pads.”
Harlow snorted and let out a belly laugh. “Good one!”
Atlas whined. “I need to know what this period is. Males get it, too?”
Harlow gasped and placed her hand on her cleavage. “You mean, he doesn’t know what a period is? Bless his little heart. We need to teach him, especially before you start rolling out the girly insults about tampons up Titan’s butt.”
I rubbed my temples. “Later, Harlow. Now you said something about how he wants to meet for dinner.”
Harlow made a face I couldn’t describe. It was a mix between disgust and constipation. “I’m not exactly sure, I didn’t talk to him. It was a replay on the general live stream on the main page. Here.”
Harlow clicked on the trending videos tab.
TeaBagTitan's smug face filled the sidebar thumbnail—all chiseled jawline and practiced smolder.
He wore those ridiculous leather straps that crisscrossed his bare chest, his hair styled in that swoopy way that made his fangirls scream in the comments.
When he smirked at the camera, his too-white teeth caught the ring light reflection, and those blue eyes, the ones he definitely enhanced with filters, sparkled with manufactured charm.
“Hello, my lovely fans, I wish I could be directing this to you today, but I have a special shout-out to a gamer who thinks she can ignore me.” An annoying downfall noise came from the background of the video.
“I know, I was shocked, too.” He put his hand on his chest, feigning hurt.
“I just wanted to reschedule our gaming match that I had to postpone. My grandmother was sick, and you know how I put my family first.”
I gasped. “That mother fucking—”
Harlow put her hand over my mouth and whispered. “Wait, it gets worse.”
“And then you don’t reply to my DM’s? The messages?
You just drop off the face of the Earth?
We had dinner plans, I’m trying to reschedule, babe.
” He dramatically fell back into the chair, a hand on his chest. “Are you scared, is that it? I told you I would go easy on you.” He leaned forward and licked his lips.
“Maybe pick a game that wouldn’t make you have to wear 3 sports bras. ”
I growled at the computer and tried to jump off of Atlas’ lap. I was almost successful, but his left arm crossed over my chest to grab my right boob, and well, I was rendered useless.
“Anyway, send me a message. Your subs have been looking for you over here.” The bastard winked before the video ended.
I snarled and hissed, showing off my fangs.
Subs overlooked into double meanings all the time. They were going to wonder if Titan and I were dating with that dinner mention. I hoped Atlas didn’t catch that…
Atlas stood, holding me in his arms, my boobs nearly suffocating me. “Who is this TeaBagTitan and where can I find him? How dare he want to squish your breasts into tiny sports bras!”
Oh, good, he didn’t notice…
“Free the boobies!” I said with a muffled voice.
Harlow looked on in horror until Atlas put me down.
We thundered up the stairs. With my phone dead as a doornail, I'd have to fire up the whole damn computer just to send one message to BlueBallTitan accepting his challenge. Talk about overkill for a single text, but at least the payoff would be worth it.
Everyone gathered around, and I noticed that Atlas’ breathing was coming in heavy. The scent of the cabin filled the room, and it made me wonder if I really did need that sports bra.
“Did you light a candle? Or did you get one of those cool scent plug-ins?” Harlow commented. She waved her hand in front of her face. “It’s kinda pungent.”
Atlas’ face turned a deep red, his claws poking into the chair. The boner trying to pop out of his pants didn’t go down, though.
He was a horny Mothman.
“Atlas, sit down,” I got up and continued to type to get into the system. Atlas didn’t question and got comfortable in the chair, then I felt his lower arms wrap around me and got comfortable.
Harlow giggled. “You are going to let Titan see Atlas behind you?”
I tapped on the computer again. “Why not? He doesn’t think I can get this stud? He can go fuck off. And I’m not video chatting with him anyway, just a message.”
I wiggled my butt a bit to get comfortable, feeling Atlas' grip tighten around me. His breath was hot on my neck. Atlas was being super nice about all of this, letting me do my job… my life still, and not stopping me.
"Alright, let's see what this asshole has been up to," I muttered, clicking on his profile.
His latest posts were filled with idiots fawning over him, a few haters calling him out on his bullshit, and then there were the messages from him to me in my inbox, increasingly aggressive and condescending.
"Look at this," I pointed at the screen.
TeaBagTitan: But you're scared, Kassie. You know I'm too good for you.'
“Who even talks like that?” I said. “Does he do that to every other gamer or just me?”