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In morning, Serena left to confront her family, and Blair chose to go with her, as it was a good time to recruit Jenny. Alone, he was considering whether to buy some painting supplies to test his inspiration rewards, but before he could get, he got a call from Rosa. She must have seen his message. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I … I might … you,” she started, stammering.

“You need my help?” he asked, managing to piece it together quickly, though he was surprised by her tone. It was rare for her to ask for help, but it was far rarer for her to sound hesitant.

He smelled a romantic issue.

“Maybe,” she said.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the issue, Rosa,” he said, doing his best to keep his teasing tone under control.

“I need help with … Robin,” she said after a while.

“Did you two have a fight? Isn’t it a bit early for the honeymoon?” he asked. The silence had been deafening. “Rosa?” he asked actually worried.

“That’s the problem,” she said.

“What is?”

“We haven’t started dating yet,” Rosa admitted, frustrated.

He frowned. “How? Didn’t you two recently take a long road trip?”

“We did, but…”

“You somehow managed to end up in friendzone,” he had guessed. Rosa’s sigh of frustration was beautiful, also confirming the issue. He held back his laugh. “Alright. You know what? Bring her with you, and be at my place in an hour. I just texted the address. I’ll prepare a fun brunch,” he said. “It’ll be like a housewarming party.”

Rosa stayed silent for a long time. “Thanks,” she whispered, and ended the call.

He was even more fascinated to get a vague message from Robin, one that almost felt like Robin was asking for help as well. A few messages, and Robin ended up asking help, though even more vague.

What a problem to have.

Frankly, he expected the opposite. Both Rosa and Robin could be painfully direct, but then, maybe it was the problem. It was causing them to misread the signals.

Helping them would be fun, especially since he knew exactly what price they were willing to pay.

Preparing a brunch was surprisingly fun, especially since Robin and Rosa could be picky when it came to food.

The brunch was ready when Robin arrived. He opened the door remotely, and Robin stood at the door, wearing a dark leather jacket, black jeans, and a white shirt.

She was copying Rosa.

Cute.

“Hi Robin, long time no see,” he teased.

“Sorry, I was busy,” she said as she approached, then sniffed. “Damn, this smells amazing.”

“I’m not half-bad as a cook,” he said. He asked a few casual questions about her ‘gang’, and Robin told some stories, somewhat hesitant.

“As much as I love listening to those stories, how about you tell me what you’re desperately avoiding,” he cut her off.

Robin froze. “I don’t have anything to talk about. Of course not. Where did that come from?” Robin stammered. She was not a good liar when surprised.

“Really? So that means you don’t need my help with your giant crush on Rosa and you don’t need me to play the wingman. Good to know,” he said.

She froze. “What crush?” she said, giggling and avoiding his gaze. Her terrible lying was charming and annoying at the same time.

“You’re saying you haven’t dressed like her to impress her?” he asked. She blushed worse. Admittedly, trying to dress like Rosa’s twin was a horrible flirting strategy. No wonder poor Rosa thought that she was friendzoned.

“Maybe,” she said. Then, she let out a frustrated growl. “Rosa and I… after the road trip. We were good. Better than good. Then we got back, and it just stalled. Like she’s waiting to make up her mind.”

He suspected it was more about Robin expecting Rosa to woo her with the same aggression men did. A mistake, because Rosa was just slowly getting comfortable with that part of her.

“I don’t know how to fix it without making it worse.”

“Fine. Since you’re willing to act like teenagers, we’re going to handle it like teenagers,” he said. “I’ll set up a drinking game, and it’ll be the perfect opportunity.”

She nodded seriously. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t work as Robin thought, but he was happy to see the two scramble.

They chatted a bit more, then Rosa arrived. She was dressed mostly the same, black tank top under leather jacket, jeans that sat low on her hips. Not that she needed to change. Perfection didn’t need improvement.

“Smells good,” Rosa said as she walked. While passing Robin, she reached to Robin, thinking about hugging her, only to change her mind at the last moment.

It was going to be fun.

“So, anything interesting?” he asked.

Rosa shook her head. “The same.”

He didn’t mind Rosa’s word economy, as she was not exactly a fan of small talk, which in turn confused Robin. Luckily, the dinner was mostly ready.

He set the food on the kitchen island rather than the dining table, knowing they would feel better. However, the more amusing thing was the conversations. He was supposed to be helping the two to relax, but instead, the situation worked in the reverse.

Whenever he opened a conversation, they managed to throw it back to him. He ended up as the one that talked the most. Whenever he started a conversation, they fumbled it. The natural connection they shared during hockey was gone, suffocated under their expectations.

Coming from someone else, he would have found it frustrating to watch, but those two made it very fun.

Watching their frustration was fun, mostly because it contrasted with their personalities. They were two sexy, kickass women who were direct to the point of being rude, fumbling a simple dinner conversation.

The same thing happened even after the brunch ended, their words focused on how amazing the meal was. In their defense, it was.

“Fine, since you’re not in the mood for conversation, let’s make it fun,” he offered. “How about a game?”

“Truth or dare,” Robin offered immediately.

Rosa raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“What, scared?” Robin said.

“Never,” Rosa responded, but when she found his face, he just shrugged.

He knew exactly how to play it. “Fine. But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. Dares only, random pulls, everyone writes it, and then we pull. Cowards have to punish themselves with shots.”

“Draw. The highest card chooses who goes first. And, for the next turn, black cards mean the dare belongs to the one on the right, red cards mean it belongs to the one on the left.”

Rosa drew a nine. Robin a three. He drew seven.

Rosa looked at Robin. “Dare,” Robin said, and pulled a prompt. “Remove your top,” Robin said, and followed immediately. She had long removed her leather jacket, and underneath, she revealed a sexy black bra that looked amazing on her body, the outline of her nipples clear against the thin fabric.

Rosa’s eyes stayed on her longer than necessary. Robin noticed and smirked, rolling her shoulders back just enough to push her chest forward.

Ethan shuffled the remaining cards and set the deck down between them again. “Next.”

Robin drew. It was black, so he was the target. She pulled the dare card. “Dare. Take a piece off. Slowly.”

He raised an eyebrow but stood, pulling his shirt over his head slowly while he danced, then dropped it on the back of a chair. The kitchen light caught the lines of his chest and the faint residual marks from earlier training.

They watched without pretending not to.

He reached the next card, which targeted Rosa. The dare card he pulled was more interesting. Admittedly, for him, the pulls were not random. His illusionist skill was no joke after the latest upgrade. “Sit on the lap of the dare owner,” he read.

Rosa looked Robin, as if expecting her to complain. She didn’t, and Rosa followed the card. Once she sat, she leaned comfortably against his chest, her hips moving. Then, she reached for the next card from the deck, which he shuffled.

It landed on him again. “Dare. Let each of us take one of your hands. We get to put them wherever we want for sixty seconds. No moving,” Rosa said.

Interesting dare, he decided. “Fine, I’m your humble servant.”

Rosa his right hand without hesitation and pressed it flat against the warm skin of her stomach, slipping under her tank top, then slid it higher until his palm covered her breast under the thin fabric. Robin bristled at that, took the left and guided it straight to the front of her jeans, pressing his fingers against the heat between her legs over her jeans.

He had been expecting it to be fun, but their juvenile reactions were turning out to be even more fun than he expected.

Rosa’s nipple hardened under his palm, and she made him move his fingers. Robin shifted her hips once, deliberate, grinding against his fingers. Neither woman spoke. It went longer than sixty seconds, but he didn’t speak out.

Watching their little weird game of chicken was too much fun.

Ethan drew the next card, but this time, he picked one that would help them resolve issues if they so wished. He flipped it and read the prompt with a dry smile. “Dare, Robin. Kiss whoever you think is more frustrated right now.”

She looked at both of them. The obvious target was Rosa. She just needed to lean and kiss, and watch for her reaction.

But, it would count as taking risks in her romantic life, which Robin was legit incapable of. Robin had a lot of positive qualities, but these seldom applied to her romantic life. So, she fumbled the easy opportunity, and kissed hard. Technically, it was the first kiss they shared, as previously, Robin had consistently been a voyeur to his other adventures.

The best part, Rosa was still in his lap, meaning Robin’s body was pressing against her.

Watching them, he understood why they were stuck in limbo.

Rosa’s expression had gone darker. He suspected if Robin tried to pull the trick with any other man, it would have been the end of it. But, he was more complicated, especially since Rosa’s reaction to the kiss was to rock her hips more.

The next target was once again him. Robin read the card. “Take a piece of clothing from the nearest target,” she read.

“Fine,” he said as he immediately unbuttoned Rosa’s jeans, tugging them free, revealing her shockingly sexy thong underneath. She had come prepared.

This time, Rosa pulled. Technically, he should have, but he let that pass. “Take Robin’s bra off with your teeth,” she read.

He smirked, because he was able to read the prompt even when Rosa tried to hide it, and the real dare was more boring. “Robin, come here,” he said.

Robin did, leaning toward him. He used his teeth to unhook, then grabbed, slowly pulling it off, revealing Robin’s beautiful breasts.

They were worth the wait, he decided. Her breasts were high, pale, nipples already rock-hard. Rosa’s gaze locked on them and stayed there.

Robin pulled the next card, once again throwing the prompt card immediately. “I get to put my mouth on you, above waist. Two minutes,” she said.

Robin fell on her knees, inches apart from Rosa. She started by targeting the side of her neck, teeth scraping lightly before she bit down just hard enough to leave a mark. Then, she went lower, dragging her tongue across his collarbone, then down the center of his chest, stopping to close her mouth over one nipple and suck.

The pleasure made him get even harder, something Rosa noticed in her intimate seat. She responded by rocking her hips.

When time was up, Rosa stepped back, giving Rosa a challenging smirk. This time, Rosa didn’t even let him reach the cards, pulled them herself. She didn’t even look at them.

“Unbutton Robin’s jeans and slide your hand inside. Describe how wet she is.”

Robin noticed that Rosa didn’t even look at the card. She could have claimed cheating, but that would ruin whatever weird challenge they had going on. Instead, she sat on his thigh, which made his lap very crowded.

He popped a button and slipped inside. She was slick, hot, and already inviting. Two fingers slid between her folds with almost no resistance. He curled them once, just enough to make her breath hitch.

“Soaked,” he said. “She’s dripping onto my fingers, burning with desire.”

“I’m just slightly damp,” she tried to argue.

“Really?” he said, pulled his fingers, and put them in front of Rosa. “Does it look like she’s slightly damp?”

Rosa smirked, gave a playful lick, which made Robin’s eyes widen with excitement. “No. It tastes like she’s a little liar,” she teased in her usual dark tone.

“The next card,” Robin said, as she pulled without reading, turning to him. “Strip completely.”

“Fine,” he said, but gestured them to stay seated. Instead of removing his jeans, he grabbed the side, and ripped them with ease, which allowed him to show off his strength, knowing how much both girls enjoyed it.

His underwear went through a similar treatment, and his cock got trapped between their legs.

This time, he reached the cards, smirking. “Dare,” he said, looking at Robin. “Watch me destroy Rosa. No blinking.”

Ethan didn’t wait for Robin to answer, he slid her down his lap, then he stood, lifting Rosa with him, and impaled her in a standing position by pushing her thong to the side. With her legs captured tightly in his arms, she was helpless and exposed.

Rosa’s eyes stayed on Robin’s face, dark and challenging, even as he spread her thighs wider and invaded her hard.

She took every inch in a single, controlled thrust. A low sound left her throat, half curse, half something hungrier. Her hands rose, but she was busy ripping off her tanktop than anything else.

Robin sat under them, looking up, completely still except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her bare breasts moved with every breath.

He wasn’t surprised. Robin had already shown how much of a voyeur she could be when she sneaked into the photoshoot to peek on Lily and him. He pulled back all the way and drove in again, harder. The wet sound of it filled his penthouse. Rosa’s head tipped back, and a moan escaped.

He set a relentless rhythm immediately, with deep, heavy strokes that made her breasts bounce, which would have destroyed a weaker woman. Each thrust punched deliberate, loud moan from Rosa.

It was fun, because normally, Rosa took staying silent as a challenge. This time, she was moaning openly.

Robin’s gaze dropped to where their bodies met. She watched the thick length of him disappear into Rosa over and over, watched the way Rosa’s thighs flexed and her stomach tightened with every impact.

One of Robin’s hands drifted down without her seeming to notice, pressing between her own legs over the open jeans.

Rosa kept eye contact with Robin while he fucked her, making it even more entertaining. He angled his next thrust higher, grinding against the spot that made Rosa’s moans turn into reckless cries, climax hitting her hard, her wetness dripping on Robin’s face.

[Achievement complete. Weaponized assistance.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Strength

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

[Bonus achievement complete. Netori effect in play]

[+5 All Stats

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He picked Strength from Rosa. From Robin, he picked the reward.

[Hunting Rifle]

However, he didn’t lose any time. He pulled out, still keeping Rosa up. “Open up,” he ordered. Robin did, and he slipped inside her mouth. She grabbed his thighs hard, and he fucked her throat. Robin moaned and gagged, but she took his thrusts by ignoring the pain, chasing the rhythm.

When he pulled back, Robin made a small, helpless sound, whimpering for more, immediately getting rid of the rest of her clothes.

Then, he let Rosa go, and pinned Robin underneath, giving her the same treatment, taking her hard and fast. However, she was already primed by the show, and all it took was a minute for her to climax spectacularly.

Her legs clamped around as she did so. A raw noise tore out of her throat. Her walls clenched hard around him in rhythmic pulses. He didn’t slow down, but he patted his side, inviting Rosa closer. When she sat, he started fingering her, while continuing to fuck Robin.

“Tell me, Rosa. How does Robin look? Beautiful enough that you want to ask her out,” he said.

“What?” Robin moaned, tensing around him, while Rosa looked at him, unable to process.

“Well, you two got along well, shared trauma and all, and you also find each other very attractive,” he explained, playing the matchmaker. “I’m just wondering how long the two of you are going to dance around it without gathering the courage to ask each other out.”

He kept driving into Robin while fingering Rosa even as he dropped that bomb.

Robin’s breathing had gone ragged, but she still looked at Rosa. “Do you?” she asked.

Rosa nodded. “You?”

Robin nodded. Rosa leaned down to kiss her, which, stayed romantic only for a second before their tongues started battling.

“I can leave if you want,” he offered, pulling out. He knew the answer, but it was nice to ask.

They shared a glance. “Stay,” they ordered simultaneously, and suddenly, Rosa pushed him down, pinning his hands while Robin climbed on top of him. Rosa used the discarded cloths to tie his hands. “You deserve to be punished,” Rosa said.

“After all my selfless help—“ he tried to respond, only for Rosa to sit on his face, and silence him.

He decided to pay his penance. Rosa was right. He was getting what he deserved.

[Achievement complete. An unusual couple, an unusual relationship

Challenge: Overwhelming]

[+50 Any Stat

1 Diamond Skill Upgrade

1 Diamond Reward Upgrade]

Jokes aside, he had a feeling he would be a prominent guest in their new relationship. He paused for a moment to upgrade his skill.

[Master Legal Knowledge]

[Epic Skill: You are a leading legal expert, with near-total knowledge of laws, precedents, and legal cases. You can defend yourself in the court of law for almost anything.]

He picked legal, because he had a feeling that Tripp wouldn’t be the last rich and connected asshole he had to destroy, and having excellent legal knowledge was as important as knowing how to fight.

Possibly even more.

Not to mention, it meant he was prepared for Harvey’s eventual attempt to make him pay.

But, he ignored them, focusing on helping Rosa and Robin relax. It was important for their relationship…