The planning of things took a couple of hours, then John reached out to Lee via text and finally was in front of her house in the early afternoon. He heard activity within the house, before he even reached for the doorbell. Lee must have seen him through the window and hurried to come out. Patiently, John waited. Even when all movement conspicuously stopped after she had arrived behind the door. After, likely, gathering herself one more time, Lee opened the door.

“Y-yo!” she stammered.

“Hello,” John answered calmly and gave her a suave smile. Lee was as beautiful as ever. A face between cute and sexy, with pink, full lips and dark eyes, looked up at him. She was smaller, considerably so, than John. Her hair was long and largely un-styled. She might have given it some extra combing today, but nothing seemed explicitly out of the ordinary. So dark in its brown that it was basically black, unless the light shone directly on it, it was long enough to reach her lower back. Her bangs, the only part of her appearance that did seem styled, were both wild and perfectly cut, covering her forehead and some of the space between her eyes, but not bothering her otherwise.

The Gamer’s gaze wandered further down, in search of what results her training might have had. He was blocked by the large coat she was wearing. A felt thing that covered her from collar to knees, wholly appropriate for the weather. It was warmer than early December might have indicated, above 10 degrees Celsius, but it had also been foggy all day, with the occasional light rain to boot.

Lee Magus

RP: 127 – This woman is infatuated with you and thinks you are the one to fall for.

Emotions: Excited, Nervous, Horny

The information entered John’s head. He hadn’t thought Ultra Instinct Observe would come in handy so early.

“You look fantastic,” the Gamer started with a compliment.

“You haven’t even seen what I worked for yet, dude,” Lee told him. “You look alright, by the way.”

John, wearing his usual combination of black suit and dark red shirt, only continued to smile. “Sadly, I’m always impeccably dressed, so I can’t up myself for the occasion.”

“I’ll survive.” The young Fateweaver stepped out of her doorway, a pouch slung over her shoulder. The black shoes she wore were quite plain for a date. John would have been surprised if she owned something proper for a date night.

“We will see about that.” John grinned and offered his arm. “Shall we?”

Lee looked at the extended elbow for several seconds, before it clicked and she reached out. It was absolutely adorable. The hesitation with which she came closer and the blush on her face when she did hold onto him were priceless. “Can you stop grinning like a fucking donkey?” she cussed at him, so obviously embarrassed.

“Precious little cinnamon bun, never change,” the Gamer returned.

“Don’t be creepy, dude,” Lee grumbled.

“If I’m so creepy, you can leave whenever you want,” John hummed and got moving.

His date walked along.

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“A restaurant? Really?”

They stood before a fairly simple and extremely luxuriously designed building. The simplicity came through the rectangular shape, light on decorations and dominated by windows. The luxuriousness came through the furniture, the soft golden light, and the cleanliness of everything.

“A restaurant, really,” John confirmed and took her to the waiter manning the welcoming desk.

The man did a little bow. “President Newman, we have been expecting you.” He looked over to Lee. “Do you require access to our wardrobe, Miss Magus?”

The way Lee clawed into John’s arm informed John of the level of cringe she felt at being called by the title she thought reserved for her mother. “I, urgh, guess,” she surrendered to the situation and let go of John. A nearby waitress took Lee to the wardrobe, while John was brought to the table. He waited there, standing alongside the waiter, the two of them engaging in idle chit-chat. John liked talking to the working people of Fusion, it always netted him some interesting titbits.

“I hope the taxes aren’t too hi-“ John started on a joke, but stopped the moment he saw Lee step back into the main room.

The dress she wore was simple and sleek. It’s very light pink colour wrapped around the back of her neck as a thin string, leaving her shoulders and a bit of her pale cleavage open for view. Her waist had slimmed just a tiny bit, John could already make out that much, with mild definitions of muscles visible underneath the tightly sitting cloth. The skirt was slit open on both sides, the resulting strands dangling down to her knees.

Her thighs were on open display. Her thighs were absolutely marvellous. The training had paid off remarkably, leaving her with legs that truly deserved the designation ‘thicc’. They jiggled a little bit with each step. Same was true for her ass. From being average, it had become round and juicy, perfectly fitting on her frame and being delectable to behold. The curve of her ass stretched her dress in all the right ways.

John was incredibly thankful to the Mandala Sphere, that he could take her in from multiple angles.

“Incredible,” the Gamer said, fully meaning it, when she reached the table.

Lee smirked, clearly pleased with herself. “Thanks be to martial arts and all of that,” she said and moved to the chair. Swiftly, John pulled it back for her. While it was meant to be a gentlemanly motion, John fully intended to exploit it to get a view of her rump in the seating process. The only reason this worked was because she consciously decided to lower herself in the most suggestive way that was still decent.

Ass pushed out, showing just how much rounder it had gotten, she slowly placed herself on the chair. ‘This is why everyone needs to work out,’ the Gamer thought. ‘Screw health benefits, juicy butts are where the world is at.’

Once Lee was comfortable, John circled around the table to his own seat. The waiter lit a candle between them, handed both of them the menu, and left them with a bell they could ring to show they had made their choice.

“It does make you wonder,” John said, while opening the menu, “just how little care you took of yourself before I forced you to train, given how thunderous the results are.”

“Dude, I thought I would die.” Lee’s dry tone and choice of words didn’t fit at all with their environment. “Spent all day every day training. Barely even got to play games. The torture is real.”

“To be fair, that’s not a training regimen you should enact if you don’t have access to magic,” the Gamer told her. “I’m happy you went through the torment for me though.”

“Screw doing things for you, did you see the ass I got out of this?” Lee asked, pointing under the table. “Do you know how much more comfortable sitting is now? I no longer have my bones right on the cushion, it’s fucking awesome.” She flicked a page of the menu. “I’ll have to buy new pants though. Nothing fits anymore.”

“Oh no,” John sarcastically rolled his eyes, “I am Lee. I am dummy thick and my thighs are too giant for my pants.”

“Drop the sarcasm, it’s a real problem!” Lee reached for the bell. “Do you know how hard it is to pull the waistband over your ass when it’s this round?”

“Yeah, it’s the best part of my morning to watch Jane struggle into her pants,” John told her. While Lee’s ass was shy of the perfection of his girlfriend’s behind, John couldn’t stretch enough what the work squats had done for her. From a 5-6, her butt had been elevated all the way to a 9. Courtesy of her being smaller, it wasn’t as large as Aclysia’s or Siena’s, but the juiciness she did have was all around balanced and worth salivating over.

“At least someone is being entertained.” Lee rung the bell.

“Who said I was ready?” John asked.

“Nobody asked, so think fast.” His date stuck out her tongue. “You drag me to some posh restaurant, you better know what you want.” The waiter was at their table a few moments later. “Salami pizza and water, please.” She was at least well-behaved while speaking to the worker.

“Steak, medium-rare,” John added. “Water and a glass of red wine. Chef’s choice.”

The waiter bowed and walked away, leaving the two to resume their banter. “Seriously though,” Lee took the lead, “a restaurant? I thought this was supposed to be the date that makes me head over heels for you and you drag me to a boring, public place?”

“Everything in order,” the Gamer told her. “We’re not staying here. I just want you to have the energy for all that’s happening today.” He leaned back and raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his lips. “What did you think we would do for this first date? Hang out in my apartment and game until I get you in the bedroom?”

“I’d be game,” Lee told him.

John chuckled. ‘She has no idea how right she is.’ “Of course you would be, but I’m not the partner to pick for such a simple life,” he told her. “I am the Gamer and, sure, that involves a lot of gaming and sex in my downtime hours. I’m also the President of Fusion and I have an official life that’s filled with boringness and glamour. If you may, you can take this place as a rehearsal for what it’s going to be with me in an official capacity. Even Eliza sometimes attends festivities with me.”

“I guess.” Lee shrugged, not bothered nor enthused about those prospects. “As long as I don’t have to mimic the prim and proper lady, I don’t really care.”

“As long as you don’t mind the side-eye you get for acting out of place, you don’t have to,” John responded. “Speaking of the joke that is you behaving like a proper lady…”

“Get bent,” Lee laughed between his words.

“…I’m surprised you own a dress like that.”

“I don’t,” little Miss Magus told him. “Mom gave it to me. ‘If you aren’t going to live like a lady and aren’t going to behave like a lady, then you can at least dress like a lady. Even that depraved pervert will appreciate that much,’ the old harpy said.”

“She knows me so well,” John hummed and felt a sudden worry rise inside his chest. “You or she don’t have any emotional attachment to that dress, right?”

“Nah, it’s just one that fit and that showed off my new assets.” Lee was in the process of looking impatiently towards the kitchen. After turning back, she asked, “Why do you care?”

“Reasons,” John dodged the question with a conspiratorial smile on his face.

“Look, if you just want to skip all of this BS and rip it off me, we can be out of here immediately,” Lee told him.

“You’re really eager to lose your virginity, aren’t you?”

“Dude, I’m not even a closet pervert, and I’m finally sitting across a guy that’s actually interesting,” Lee told him. “Hot, smart, all of that, you are those things, okay, and I’m really fucking horny. I haven’t cum since we did the massage thing.”

“Aren’t you an obedient little thing,” John whispered in his dom-voice. “Thirsty as well. I will oblige you, after I make sure you like me and not the vestiges of what you project on me. After a day to remember.” He relaxed his tone and demeanour. “You’ll be mine by the end of the evening, but it won’t be as simple as a bed and two writhing bodies.”

Lee’s RP ticked up five points in the silence that ensued. If John had to hazard a guess what caused that, it was probably that he asserted both care for and ownership of her. Both would have been creepy coming from a random guy, but with his presence in her heart already established, both were seen as sweet instead.

“I guess I can wait a little bit longer,” Lee shrugged and looked over her shoulder again, “as long as I get some food.”

“Look who is suddenly so eager we are in a restaurant,” John mocked.

“Wanna bet that we could have had better food if we hung out at your place and let Aclysia do the cooking?” Challenging him to take the offer, she crossed her arms.

“No, I’d lose that bet,” the Gamer smiled.