Reborn in a Dating Sim: Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game!

Reborn in a Dating Sim:

Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game!

Chapter Special II

“Ngh!” the strained moan came from the ornate dorm room, “C..Careful!” Satin’s voice was strained, “I h…haven’t… NGH… Done this before!”

The rhythmic sounds could easily give way to the idea that something lewd was happening in the room. However, it was quite the opposite. Satin leaned against a desk that she was moving across the floor with the help of Apollo. The former crown prince looked winded as he stood there looking at the pile of wood and gold, “Satin, my love, why not simply call for a porter to move the desk for you?”

She shook, her entire body seemed to filled with barely contained rage, “Because, that costs money!” she shouted, her voice sounding more shrill than normal, “Money that I don’t have, money I’m sure you don’t have, and money that none of the others have either! We’re broke! B R O K E broke!”

She leaned against the desk, “Why did this have to happen to me?!” she cried, her voice sounding terribly upset and lost, “I was supposed to have a happy ever after! I was supposed to live a life if luxury, and instead I’m taking care of five disinherited rich kids! Damn it, even the sex isn’t that good!”

She looked at Apollo who looked a little hurt, “Forgive me, but I thought that you rather enjoyed our trysts.”

She deadpanned, and continued to look at him before she opened her mouth again, “Oh goddess, oh yesss! Apollo right there, yess!!! My prince you really know how to touch a woman to make her yours! I love you! I need you! I can’t believe that I’ve existed without you!”

His eyes opened in surprise, “Wait, it was an act?” he asked, before a smile crossed his face, “You truly are a marvel. A skilled actress among so many other things. I shall do my best to improve to the point that you will cry those sounds of ecstasy for real then. I shall leave you a quivering pile of satisfied flesh from this point on. That is my true end goal.”

Her hand found her face, “No!” she exclaimed, “That’s not your end goal! Your end goal is to get back the cushy life we had! I want to live in luxury, to feel the wonderful feeling of being pampered, and I want all of it as soon as possible!” she exclaimed before she turned around, “I don’t know why that stupid Copper Plum Bit stuck his nose into our business, but I feel completely humiliated.”

She felt hands on her shoulders, and she resisted the temptation to lean back. That was giving into a moment of weakness, and she was still pissed. Copper had constantly been interfering with her plans. He took her goal of becoming the protagonist and sent it wildly off course. The one thing she had to shoot for was being the Saint. If she could get that, then maybe, just maybe, everything would right itself. But that meant that she had to deal with everything that was happening.

In truth, Copper reminded her of her previous life, especially her brother. He constantly got into her way. He almost always ensured that she didn’t get what she wanted. When she did manage to get it he’d find a way of making sure that she faced the consequences of her actions if she did it underhandedly. The final time was after he died. Everything that happened after that had been horrible. It had stacked against her, and he hadn’t been there to save her.

He hadn’t been there to save her. That was right. It was the one thing that she could always count on him for. He would come back to save her. Her brother loved her, absolutely loved her, and he did everything that he could for her. She couldn’t believe that she had forgotten that. He had made sure that she was safe. Sure, he was annoying with how he tried to get her to do the right thing all of the time, but at the very least he had proven time, and time again, that he loved her.

Part of her considered Copper, but that couldn’t be it. He was just trying to get things to play out normally. That was someone that was just trying to get the normal game play. She growled at that thought. The hands on her shoulders moved down, and she felt them on her arms. She couldn’t resist anymore. She need the comfort, and honestly she wasn’t sure exactly what she felt toward Apollo. It wasn’t exactly love, but it was something.

She leaned back, and his arms moved around her. She enjoyed the feeling of him holding her for a moment. She felt his hands move on her waist, just below her breasts, and a small part of her was thankful that he wasn’t attempting to feel her up right now. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy playing around. She did, but at the moment she wasn’t feeling sexy. She was sweaty, tired, and not really wanting to put on an act as he attempted to flop around on top of her.

“Satin,” he said, his voice full of love and longing, “I promise that I am a quick study.”

She groaned as he said that. Of course that was on his mind. He was a guy. He wanted sex. It was the one truth in any universe. Men wanted to have sex. Sure, she enjoyed it, but it wasn’t the same as it was for him, or she supposed for other girls either. Having been in porn in her previous life jaded her to it. Sex was an act, a job, and not really anything else. It was simply a way of making money. Anyone that claimed differently was lying their asses off.

“I know you are,” she replied, her voice tired, “But is now really the time?”

She felt his hands move up, and she groaned, “I suppose it is,” she said as she let him remove her top, she felt her bra follow, then her skirt. She was going back into the actress mode, “Then let’s really have you study hard.”

The movements were something she remembered from her previous life. She wished that she could say that it filled her with love and light. That the experience was something she’d done time and time again for work. There was a small difference. Apollo wasn’t just going through the motions. He was actually trying to make her feel good. As such she began to lead by example. She directed his hands where it felt good, she moved his hips in a tempo that felt right, and slowly he picked up on it. She found herself enjoying the experience. She moaned softly as it became more intimate.

The movements was something wonderful, but at the same time she felt a bit more connected to him. There was absolutely no denying the differences in skill. She couldn’t tell anyone else about the fact that she was reincarnated, so of course Prince Apollo, and the others, all believed that she was just some kind of sex goddess. In truth she was perfectly happy to allow them to believe as such. If she was honest with herself her old body had been far more limber than her current one was.

Where in her previous life she had been something of a gymnast, mostly thanks to her going out for cheer, here she had been more pampered. It meant that she had to do more stretches, more working out, and she had to do what she could remember of yoga. That had been fun to explain. She had come up with the lie that she found a way of exercising that would promote growth in both body and soul.

All of her current suitors were quick to acknowledge the brilliance of it, but it was Spear Point that decided to join in on the exercise. Out of all of the others he had become quite limber. It made him more flexible, and she hated him a little for it. He was taking to it far too easily. His body was practically designed for limber muscle, and it meant that he would surpass her ability in almost no time. When that happened he would want to try things that would be difficult for him, and damned near impossible for her. Still, at the moment she couldn’t deny the fact that Prince Apollo was indeed a quick study.

She felt his hands cup her smallish breasts. That was one thing she wished had changed with her rebirth. She was always a little small in the chest area. Sure, there was something of a combined lie that women didn’t really care about the size of their breasts. That was a huge lie. They did, or at least she did. She cared because she felt like other girls with bigger breasts were able to get what they wanted faster.

At least her hips were more shapely here. She found that they were almost perfect handles, and she did enjoy when they were grabbed. She couldn’t deny the fact that she enjoyed certain aspects of animalistic sex. Of feeling the moment when it was just tearing off each others clothes, being bent over, and just being taken. The consent was already there, but damn, that feeling of pure animalistic lust was amazing. It was riding high on the emotions, on the hormones, and living for the very moment.

She absolutely loved it. At the same time this was nice. It wasn’t animalistic. It was just love making, and as a surprise she was getting into it. Her mind began to slow at the other thoughts, and she instead she began to focus on Prince Apollo. Again, she couldn’t say that she loved him. There was absolutely no way that she could confirm that she did. She did however feel more connected to him at least. She felt the slight bump, the moment when he was completely seated inside of her.

“Satin,” his voice was soft, low, and she understood all too well what was happening, “Wait, no, not inside, not inside!” she cried as she felt his hands hold her firm, “Damn it not inside! Pull out! Apollo pull out now!”

She felt the eruption, and she moaned as it exploded inside of her. She then fell forward onto the desk they were moving, “I said pull out,” she groaned as she laid there, “It’s not a safe day. Oh goddess, do you now what you might have done? Ugh, I don’t need this, not right now. This isn’t the time for this. Besides, I don’t think that I’d be fit to be a mother.”

“I think that any child would be lucky to have you as a mother,” he said as he leaned over her, “My beautiful Satin.”

She hated that she giggled at that line, “And what about you? If I’m pregnant then that means that you’re gonna be a father. What do you do then, huh?” she asked as she laid there, “I mean technically we can’t marry. You’re a prince, even if you’re no longer the crown prince, and I’m a daughter of a Viscount. All I could be, ever, would be a kept woman. Not that I’m specifically against that, but it means that a child of ours would never be accepted.”

There was a slight hesitation, “Then I would simply leave the royal family,” he replied, his voice firm, “The throne means nothing for me, and I could make work as an adventurer. I’m quite skilled, and I believe that I could bring in enough for us to be secure.”

She chuckled softly, “And leaving the throne would do what, exactly?” she asked as she laid there, “If you were to get reinstated as crown prince then when the time came for you to take over you could change the law. Allowing royalty to marry whomever they pleased. In truth it might be the best option.”

There was a moment of hesitation, “Satin, I never liked the court, the throne, or being a royal. I truly have never enjoyed it. I always wanted to simply be an adventurer. To live a simpler life, and to live one with you, is what I truly desire. I am fine with sharing you with my friends, because you love all of us the same, but I believe that we have a connection that runs far deeper.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, “That’s not fair you know,” she said, after a moment, “Speaking so sweet, sounding so kind, and looking so dashing. It’s something that should be illegal,” she said before she slowly stood up, “Well, if I am pregnant, which I hope that I am not, then I expect for you to do whatever you can to provide for me and our child.” She looked at the desk that was there. “Ugh, this thing really is in the wrong place after all. Maybe it was better where it had been.”

The look from Apollo was one of the few times she saw the look of despair on his face. The look of a man that was in love, but so damned tired that he wasn’t really wanting to do more. Unfortunately, he was in love with her, and she had more stuff to do. She looked at the desk again, “Yes, I think that it really needs to be moved back where it was. Okay, let’s just get it over with,” she said as she moved toward her clothes, “I’m going to get dressed, but while I do you can scoot it out some so that it’s easier to move,” she said as she began to pull on her school uniform. She watched as he moved, his body posture betraying him, and he began to slowly lift the side of the desk.

It was sweet seeing him want to do this for her, and she wasn’t going to just leave it unrewarded. Sure, she honestly wasn’t sure what she felt toward him, but it wasn’t like she actively hated him. She just didn’t like the idea of being saddled with someone that had no access to income, and who couldn’t take care of himself. At least he wasn’t someone that wanted to make her into a porn star. She had enough of that from her previous life.

She finished getting dressed, and then she began to help him with the desk. Once again it was difficult, and once again the sounds were something that could have been mistaken for something far more lewd. Still, by working together they managed to get the desk back to its original position. Once it was there she realized the reason she wanted it moved to begin with. The entire problem with it being there was the fact that it took room away from her getting to her closet.

The dorm room itself was built like a large bedroom, but that didn’t leave a whole lot of room around the king sized bed that sat in the center of the room itself. She looked at the desk again, back where it had been, and realized that it really would have been better there. She looked toward Apollo who seemed to be breathing in a sigh of relief seeing that it was moved. A bit of her felt bad for what she was about to do. He was finally done, or at least he believed that he was. It was wrong to do this, and she knew that, but at the same time it was what it was.

She weighed her options, decided that there was no way around it, and let out a small sigh, “You know, it really does take up too much room over here.”

“Satin, no, please, we cannot move this again, it is far too bulky,” Apollo said, his voice sounding almost wounded, “Please, not by ourselves. Let’s get the others in here, and have them help. At least in that way it won’t be nearly as bad,” he suggested as he stood there, “I believe that with help we could do it faster.”

She stood there and looked at him, “And that is time that we’d waste going and looking for them. We can move it ourselves, and it would just be done,” she said as she looked at it, “Please, just once more, please for me?”

He let out a sigh of defeat, moved toward the side, and once more they moved the desk across the room. Again it was painstaking, and she found herself happy to see it moved, but once more she was sighted with the fact that it simply stood out where it was. It was the best place, at least best place when it came to the space, but for the overall flow of the room it was just wrong. Maybe if her bed was turned toward the side. Doing that would make the room flow far better.

“Maybe, just hear me out,” she said as she looked at the bed, “We turn the bed to the side, and then we move the dresser closer to the closet. That will give the room a feeling of being larger, and it should flow better. I think that’s the best bet,” she said as she looked at him. Apollo looked as if he’d been slapped, and she understood that she was asking a lot out of him. She moved toward him, kissing his neck, “I know that I’m asking you to do more than you’re used to, but I promise, it’s worth it, so please?”

He shrugged his shoulders, the evidence that he was going to do it, but that he wasn’t excited was easy to see. She moved with him, and together they began to work through getting her room slowly arranged. Through it all he made little sounds of disappointment. She waited until they were finished, and she looked at the one thing that she really liked about the dorm rooms themselves. The baths weren’t huge, but at least she had her own bath.

“We’re both so sweaty, and we could use a bath, so why don’t you join me for one?”

She watched as he perked up, and together they walked into the bathroom. The white marble floors matched the white walls with gold inlay. It was something that screamed wealth and power. She moved toward the tub, turned on the hot water, and she began to strip. Together they climbed in, and she relaxed against him as the hot water rose around them, “So, if we do work like that together, then we can bathe like this afterward?”

She giggled, “Actually, yes, that sounds like a good idea,” she replied as she leaned against him, “I don’t mind.”

He laughed a little, “The others will become so jealous when they hear that I’ve learned how to become closer to you.”

Her eyes widened with the thought of the others coming over, wanting to help her rearrange her room, and all for the promise of getting to take a bath with her. Suddenly she felt so stupid for going for the reverse harem.