Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 63: Jail (2)

A moment later, Madison pulled back and said, "What’s that slut still doing here? Aren’t you done with her yet?"

He turned and saw that Miranda was walking out into the white room, a look of curiosity on her face, dressed in her satin camisole and shorts, holding her stuffed rabbit. There was something fresh and innocent about the way she was gawking at his wall of snapshot spheres while hugging her bunny.

Hearing Madison, Miranda turned and smiled at her, then with a hand up close to her chest, gave a little hesitant wave.

Trying to prevent a cat fight, he said, "Well, it turns out she’s different from what I expected."

Miranda walked over and held out her hand. "Madison, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And I have to say, I’ve always been a little jealous of you."

"What? Jealous? Why?" asked Madison, now confused by Miranda’s friendly, non-bitchy response.

"Because I always struggled in math and science classes, and you made it look easy. Also, despite the baggy clothes you wore, I could tell you were fit and athletic, and look at you, you look even better than I thought. I wish I could have your figure."

Madison had changed out of her oversized hoody and baggy pants into her usual camisole and shorts. But, while Miranda’s were pink satin, Madison’s were thin white cotton.

"Wait, seriously? But you have such huge...you know." Madison waved her hand at Miranda’s ample chest.

"Don’t get me wrong, massive tits do have their advantages, like their potent male IQ suppression field. But if I had a choice, I’d much rather have your figure. And I really wish I had your nipples."

Madison looked down and saw that her nipples were hard, poking prominently through the thin material of her camisole. She reached up and grabbed her own nipples, saying, "What these? Why would you want these? They stand out and it’s a pain finding tops that conceal them."

Jack chimed in, "That’s just it. Guys like seeing nipples poking through tops. That’s probably why she wants your nipples."

"Yup, that’s right," confirmed Miranda. "Guys love’em."

Then she looked at Jack and said, "Oh, I just realized, now that I’m yours, maybe I should change the way I dress? I like to dress a bit provocative, draw the male gaze. Do you want me to dress more conservative?"

If Madison had asked him this, he probably would tell her it was okay to dress sexy, as long as it was classy, but that he did not want her dressing slutty. At least not in public. Not because he was worried he might lose her to another guy, but because he was worried she wouldn’t be prepared to deal with the kind of attention she would receive if she dressed slutty.

Miranda, on the other hand, seemed more like a succubus in training, fully capable of managing unwanted male attention.

"No, dress however you want, just...they can look, but no touching."

"Understood. I was planning on dumping Jared anyway, so this works out."

Jack felt a spike of irrational jealousy when she mentioned Jared, then he chuckled to himself. He had just saved Jared from being squeezed dry by Miranda, and the dude unknowingly owed Jack a favor. Though, if she had used her mouth skills on the dude, he was sure this Jared would not view it that way. He wondered if there was a what-are-you-doing-with-my-girlfriend scene in his future.

Madison was looking back and forth between Jack and Miranda with growing puzzlement. Finally she asked, "Does she not know?"

Madison thought Miranda was just a copy that thought she was real.

"Umm, the thing is... I soul bonded her."

Madison thumped her forehead against his chest a few times, saying, "Why would you do that? What am I going to do with you?"

He stroked her head while saying, "Like I said, she’s not what I expected. Remember, she can’t lie, not before when she was just a copy, and not now that she’s soul bonded. She will be loyal, like you. I think she has way more social and political expertise than either of us, which I think will become useful. And she promised I can throat fuck her unconscious anytime I want." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Madison smacked his chest gently and said, "Pervert!"

Then looking up at him while biting her lip, she asked, "So, did you two-"

Through their connection, he could feel her swirling jealousy, curiosity, and lust.

"Yep," he replied. "I even recorded it. Though I kind of dropped my phone part way through, so the rest is just audio."

"Cool," she said.

Then she looked at Miranda and asked, "So, how was it?"

"Amazing!" exclaimed Miranda, giving a little hop that sent her melons bouncing. "It was so much better than I could have ever hoped for as a first time."

"What!" yelled Madison. "First time! No way! You were a virgin?!"

Miranda stepped closer and put her hand on Jack’s back, while saying, "Yes. I wasn’t saving myself or anything. I just hadn’t found the right person yet. Then Jack came along and snatched me away to this wonderful place and wow, let me tell ya’, he’s bigger than I expected. And he knows how to use it."

Jack watched emotions chase each other across Madison’s face. He could also feel them through their connection and could tell that Miranda’s behavior was so far outside Madison’s expectation that she was off balance. And Miranda’s compliments to Jack, combined with a bit of jealousy, were causing her to reconsider her previous decision to wait until the Cascade Marketing ordeal was over. Eventually, she shook her head and he could tell she was scolding herself for considering changing her mind.

Then she pressed her face against his chest and said, "Well, I’m glad his first time went so well. I want to be jealous, but I’m also glad your were able to give him a great first time. I don’t think I could have done that."

Miranda swapped her bunny to her other hand, then placing her freed hand on Madison’s back and said, "Hey, don’t down yourself like that. I didn’t do too much, not really. I mostly just lay there. He did all the work."

Then, while looking at Jack, she said, "I tell you what. You tell me which position you most want to do with him, and I’ll make sure he and I don’t use that position until you’ve tried it first. Deal?"

He could tell she was looking at him to see if he would disapprove of her suggestion. He didn’t. In fact, he thought it was a gracious gesture, and could tell it was easing Madison’s jealousy.

Madison nodded head, "Okay, thank you."

"So, honey," asked Miranda, "what position do you want to reserve?"

"I want to sit in his lap on the couch and ride him while he bites my nipples." She said it with a surprising amount of heat.

"Ooh, that sounds fun," enthused Miranda. "I look forward to hearing about it from you."

Then, pulling her stuffed rabbit close to her chest, she turned the rabbit so it was facing out, then said, "Will you give me and Mr. Floppsy a tour?"

She gave Jack a look and while he didn’t understand the look, her emotions, sensed through their connection, told him she was trying to build rapport with Madison. She was already making good on her word that she would try her best to get along with his other girls.

Madison looked up at him questioningly. It was his soul space, so she was hesitant to be the one giving Miranda a tour.

"Go ahead," he reassured. "I have things to do anyway, so take your time."

Madison hugged him again, then kissed him passionately before stepping back. She looked between Jack and Miranda, then turned her head towards Jack and pointed at Miranda with her eyes.

Taking the hint, he kissed Miranda as well, then stepping between them reached down and gave each of their asses a squeeze before saying, "Okay, you two have fun."

Then he turned and headed for his lab. As he walked, he thought about the way he was treating Madison and Miranda. Madison had done something that deeply hurt him, yet he had forgiven her and found it difficult to be consistently stern with her. Miranda’s "offence" wasn’t as serious, and his reason for soul bonding her was more carnal than rational, but the moment he’d soul bonded with her, he found himself shifting his attitude towards her. He already felt some affection for her. If it was just Miranda, he could blame it on the sex. But Madison’s offence had been far more egregious and yet it had required real effort to remain firm and demand that she atone. And now that she had, it was almost like nothing bad ever happened.

He wasn’t constantly aware of their emotions over his connections with them, having to consciously look. Like looking at someone’s face. Being able to feel Madison’s remorse had tempered his initial response to discovering her machinations. It tempered his anger, but hadn’t erased it. So, maybe their emotions also had a subconscious effect on him as well.

As he thought about it, he decided he didn’t mind. He liked the way it felt to interact with them, the warmth, the emotional intimacy. It filled a part of him that had been feeling empty after losing Fran. They were his new family.