"Hey, Skye, what's wrong? Why are you so exhausted?" I ask, worry evident in my tone. I gently caress her back, channeling my Chi Healing to revitalize her worn-out body. "Did you pull another all-nighter?"
A small chuckle escapes me as I continue, trying to lighten the mood. "It's a rare event for Skye to leave her room, let alone visit mine in person."
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"Skye… are you crying?" I ask in surprise, gently holding her arms and pulling her back from my hug. "Did something happen? Tell me," I say softly, meeting her teared-up brown eyes.
"L-Luke… I-I couldn't find you… even D.A.I.S.Y. couldn't find you! Sniff. After you entered that hospital ward, you vanished completely from the network. At first, I thought it was a network issue like the other day, but even after an hour, it persisted. I tried your phone, your Focus's GPS system, your car… I even used the micro-satellites. Sob, sob. But you were nowhere. Nowhere on the planet!" Her voice cracks as she tries to wipe her falling tears, avoiding my gaze. "I kept checking again and again, but it always gave the same result. I just… I just couldn't find you."
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"Shh… It's okay, Skye," I say gently, wiping away her tears. "I am here now, alright? Look, I am right here in front of you." I softly pull her trembling form back into my arms.
Behind her, Susan mouths something at me with an exaggerated expression: "You made her cry!" Ioffer her a wry smile, fully aware of how deeply this separation must have impacted Skye.
I have always known about her abandonment issues—something most orphans struggle with. But in her case, it's even more intense. After all, I have been by her side for practically her entire life. Since we were kids.
Truthfully, if I hadn't been such an awkward kid and Skye such a reserved girl, the two of us probably would have started dating long before I even met Susan. Even now, after starting a relationship, building a business, and becoming much busier, I have always known that she keeps tabs on me—from her room, through cameras, through DAISY.
And it wasn't just for voyeuristic purposes. She did it for her peace of mind, to stay connected to me.
Knowing this, I never minded her quiet surveillance. After all, who wouldn't find it endearing to have a cute, hot girl digitally 'stalking' you? But I never thought a single day of disconnection would hit her this hard.
"I am here, Skye. Right here," I murmur softly, gently kissing the top of her brown hair.
"Luke… sniff," she mutters quietly.
"Yes, Skye?" I respond tenderly.
"I haven't showered in a day… I probably smell," she says, hiding her face against my chest.
"Well, I haven't either," I chuckle. "And you don't smell."
"I-I am sorry, Luke," she whispers. "I am so pathetic… crying like this and hugging someone else's boyfriend in front of her." Her voice trembles, choking on the last few words.
"Nonsense," I reply firmly, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. "How can you even think that? You are amazing, Skye. 'Pathetic' is a word that doesn't belong anywhere near your name." I smile warmly. "And, for the record, even your crying face is adorable."
Her cheeks flush bright red as she quickly averts her brown eyes, biting her lip.
"And you can borrow my boyfriend to cry on anytime, Skye," Susan says cheerfully as she walks over, pulling us both into a group hug. "I don't mind at all."
She winks playfully. "In fact, we can both punish him later for making you cry. I have got superpowers now, so I could easily beat him up."
"Pfff, yes!" Skye laughs through her tears. "We could make him change into his black-and-red cat form and take photos for punishment!"
"Anything but that," I groan, cringing hard.
"Nope! It's decided," Susan says, grinning mischievously. "Making Skye cry deserves at least this punishment."
"Bobbi, come join us for the group hug!" Susan calls out, motioning to her.
Bobbi smirks and wraps her arms around us from the other side. "You know, I think we should schedule an hour-long photo session with outfit changes for each of his forms," she suggests with a wicked grin.
"Not you too!" I protest in exasperation.
"Great idea!" Susan chimes.
"We could book multiple venues and make him teleport us between them! It's going to be awesome!" Skye's brown eyes glow with excitement, her laughter breaking through the last of her tears.
The three girls kept chatting and giggling while hugging me. In front of me was my childhood friend Skye, the brown-haired beauty whose breasts were the biggest of them all and right now they were pressed snugly against me. I can easily recall how they looked like, as they were etched in my memory, a sight and incident I could never forget— when I had used astral projection and seen her masturbate and squirt.
On my right was Bobbi, my loyal confidante, close friend, and a half-lover. Her presence was as comforting as it was enticing, her own soft breasts rivaling the ones pressed against my left. She wasn't shy about teasing, deliberately rubbing her hard nipples against my arm with a mischievous grin.
And on my left was my girlfriend, Susan—the Invisible Woman herself, the orchestrator of this unexpected embrace. Her expression revealed her enjoyment of the scene, relishing my awkward predicament. I couldn't help but notice how her firm, toned body subtly pressed against me, her hard nipples brushing against my side.
This was paradise. Or close to it. And judging by my childhood friend's flustered expression, she must have felt my throbbing cock pressing against her—but she didn't say a word, choosing instead to keep chatting with the others.
Then Bobbi breaks the moment, asking with a sly smile, "Before you give us the full explanation, Luke, care to tell us who the girl on your bed is?"
Susan's eyes narrow. "Did you vanish without saying anything so you could bring this girl home?"
Skye's wide, concerned eyes meet mine. "Is that true, Luke?"
I raise my hands in mock surrender. "Would you believe me if I told you I found her in hell?"
Their skeptical gazes told me everything I needed to know.
With a silent agreement, all three women untangled themselves from my arms and moved towards the unconscious girl lying on the bed.
"Well, this feels like No Nut November," I mutter under my breath, glancing at my hard cock.
Susan bends closer to inspect the girl. "She definitely is not an ordinary human," she observes.
"She could be a mutant," Skye adds thoughtfully.
"Or maybe," Bobbi says, glancing at me with a faint smile, "Luke's actually telling the truth."
All three of them turn their gazes back to me. I let out a wry chuckle and shrug. "It is the truth," I confirm. "But she is mentally and physically exhausted. Let her rest for now, okay?"
Skye crosses her arms, her curiosity clear in her expression. "Did you really visit Hell?"
Bobbi and Susan both stare at me expectantly. I sigh. "A part of it, yes."
Their faces remain unconvinced, hungry for details. "I will tell you everything," I promise, raising a hand to stall their questions. "But let me take a shower first." The lingering rotten-egg, sulfur-like smell of Hell still clings to me, and I can't wait to wash it off.
Susan nods but glances at the sleeping girl again. "Okay, but I don't think she should be sleeping here in your bed. Let's find her a different room."
With a smile, she encases Raven in her invisible psionic bubble and effortlessly lifts her. "Where should her new room be?" she asks, turning to the others.
"I know a few empty ones," Bobbi offers with a smirk.
"Perfect. Show me," Susan says, taking both Skye and Bobbi by the arms before leaving the room with their new guest in tow.
"D.A.I.S.Y., give me everything you know about her," Skye says aloud as they walk out.
"Sorry, Skye, but Luke has only informed me of her name and codename, nothing more," D.A.I.S.Y.'s voice booms through the speakers.
"Then at least tell me her name," Skye presses.
I groan internally as the sound of their conversation fades down the hall. I had half a mind to suggest one of them join me in the shower—most likely Susan, considering how things usually go—but she had been the first to leave the room, taking Raven and the other women with her.
I sigh, resigned. "Looks like it's just you and me today, old friend," I mutter, glancing down at my right hand with a wry smile.