I stepped inside Sarah's hut Olivia right behind me.
The air smelled like herbs and wood smoke.
I looked at Sarah who followed us all the way.
"Wait for us upstairs in your room," I told her, keeping my voice calm but firm.
"I need to be alone with Olivia for a bit."
Sarah looked between us once, then nodded without asking questions.
She walked towards the stairs, swaying her hips sensually at me.
Gods. Just wait, I will punish that ass later.
Her footsteps soon faded above.
Olivia stood near the door, hands twisted together in front of her.
She kept her eyes mostly on the floor, cheeks already pink.
Shy. Nervous. But she didn't try to leave.
I pulled my pants down enough and let my cock spring free.
It was already half-hard from just thinking about this.
Olivia's eyes went wide.
She stared straight at it, lips parting a little.
"It's... quite large," she murmured, almost to herself.
"Bigger than my husband's. Much bigger."
I gave a small nod.
"The exam is simple. Make me cum under twenty minutes. That's all."
She swallowed, then nodded quickly.
"Okay."
She dropped to her knees on the woven mat in front of me.
Her fingers wrapped around the base—warm, careful touch.
"It's warm," she whispered, like she was surprised by it.
She leaned in closer.
Her breath hit the head first, then her soft lips pushed over it.
She took just the tip into her mouth and started to suck—slow, gentle pulls at first.
Her tongue moved under the ridge, testing.
I reached down and patted her head once, encouraging.
She made a small pleased sound around me.
Her other hand came up and started massaging my balls—light rolls, careful pressure.
Good.
She took more length after that, cheeks hollowing as she worked.
I focused for a second and triggered the new skill.
Dick shapeshift.
I let it lengthen slowly inside her mouth—just enough to stretch her lips wider.
She made a muffled surprised noise but didn't pull off.
Instead she breathed through her nose and kept going, taking the extra inch, then another.
Her eyes watered a little, but she looked up at me like she wanted approval.
"Fuck, you're doing good," I muttered.
She moaned around the shaft—vibration that went straight through me.
Her pace picked up.
Wet sounds filled the small room.
She was really working now, head bobbing, one hand stroking what wouldn't fit, the other still cupping and rolling my balls.
I felt the pressure build fast.
Too fast for twenty minutes, but that was fine.
I grabbed a handful of her hair—not rough, just enough to guide—and pushed deeper one last time.
I came hard, straight down her throat.
Pulse after pulse.
She swallowed fast, throat working around me.
When I finally pulled out, a thin string of spit and cum connected her lips to the tip for a second before it broke.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up, breathing heavy.
"It tastes... a little acidic."
I tucked myself away.
"You passed. You're hired. You and Sarah will be the two receptionists starting tomorrow."
I called up the stairs.
"Sarah, come down."
Sarah appeared a moment later, smoothing her hair.
I looked at both of them.
"Shop opens tomorrow. Be ready early."
Then I turned to Olivia.
I made my voice hard on purpose.
"And listen good. Never Damage the shop again, that if you want to keep your job and your life."
Olivia's eyes went big again.
She nodded fast.
"I swear. I will never do it again. Never."
"Good."
I gave her one last long look.
"Your shift starts tomorrow morning."
I turned and walked out of the hut without another word.
The path to Chief Lila's place wasn't long—just past the main fire pit and up the slight rise.
Cool air hit my face as I walked.
A new quest window appeared in my vision.
**Quest: Fuck Lila the Chief and cure her illness**
**Penalty:** Lila dies. The tribe collapses without her leadership.
**Reward:** Skill – Ero Overdrive. When activated, greatly increases pleasure for any woman you're fucking and instantly reveals their most sensitive spots.
I changed my direction towards Lila hut.
Better finish this quick.
One problem at a time.
I reached her hut, pushed the hide flap aside, and stepped in.
Lila sat at the low table, back straight, drinking tea from a clay cup.
Calm. Elegant.
Even sick, she carried herself like someone who was used to being in charge.
She looked up at me over the rim of the cup, eyes steady.
She didn't speak right away.
Just watched me.