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Loyalty, part two!
🕑 Added 2022-12-06 00:01:00 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/spiraling-out-of-75339073?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Minh's spirit lifted severely when she saw what the app had in store for her. Loyalty had made a comeback under her fathers name. This could be her chance of correcting her mistake from yesterday. If it worked the same was she could pledge her loyalty to her husband, was perfect!
It's the fifth day of your new life! Please select up to two non-overlapping traits from each of the subjects. All options are based off of your initial preferred options.
David Chestnut:
Loyalty
Agreeableness
Self awareness
Profession
Dung Phan:
Profession
BM
Nationality
Language
There were quite a few new options as well as a few known ones. Picking loyalty was a given for Minh. The current situation was unacceptable and had to be done something about. Loyalty was as far as Minh knew, the best way to accomplish that. The question was; What should she pair it with? Agreeableness was bad enough as it was. Sure, she could relax knowing she'd be loyal to her husband with the new loyalty buff. But being agreeable didn't mean exclusively sexually. She could be tricked into buying drugs off the street, or buy something she didn't need. Being too agreeable could lead to anything. That left her with two options. Self awareness and profession. She'd seen profession earlier under Dung's options, but never her dad. She wasn't too keen on becoming a carpenter. She'd always thought lowly of professions that required manual labor, despite how essential they were to society. No, she'd rather be a slutty, useless secretary than work with her hands. She wasn't built for it anyways, god knows how many creeps she'd have to tolerate in a field like that. No thank you.
Dung was still as scary as ever. She knew for certain that her grandmother lived in Vietnam, and likely spoke only Vietnamese. She also had a bunch of piercings and tattoos, but she had no idea what type of job she had. Her main gripe was that she had to pick two options here as well, where all of them seemed worse than the last. If she picked nationality, would that change her citizenship? Give her a dual citizenship? It was a scary prospect. Picking profession was equally scary as she still had no idea what her grandmother did for a living. She could guess though, and none of her hunches were very positive.
This left her with BM and Language, AGAIN. Could she really accept even more changes to her body? And sure, she might've gotten lucky with language the last time, but surely she'd notice effects after the second round?
The selection process was never easy, but this was by far one of the trickiest ones yet. Loyalty was easy, but the remaining three options were a nightmare to decide.
After some thought, Minh had at least managed to work out what options were best suited from her father. Loyalty, of course, and self awareness. She was not about to become a carpenter. She also had her reservations against being exploited due to how agreeable she'd become had she picked it.
This left her with the burden of the final two. Profession, BM, Nationality, Language. None of them were particularly tempting, some less so than others.
Staring at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror Minh examined her tattoos and piercings. She'd considered getting another round of body modifications if that meant keeping her citizenship and job. She really did look like a tramp. The old Minh wouldn't even have left the house like this, let alone considered getting more.
Still, it wasn't that she wanted to get more. It was simply the lesser of two evils.
A sudden idea struck Minh as she inspected her tramp stamp. Yes, the piercing had returned in even worse fashion upon removal, but what if she just covered something up? Pursuing the idea she reached out for her makeup kit, which was much more elaborate than she remembered it being. She didn't even bother trying to find the correct foundation to use, she just picked a shade and went to town. Once the entire tattoo was covered with foundation she stopped and waited for something to happen. An itch washed over the area where her tattoo was hidden. Slowly but surely the foundation began to peel away. When it'd completely vanished only the tattoo remained. Or A tattoo rather, it wasn't the same one. Instead of the intricate design and pink heart there now was a single, very clear message.
Gookslut
Minh had been the victim of enough racism in her life to understand what gook meant. The odd thing was, the fact that the makeup trick hadn't worked bothered her more than the new degrading tattoo did. If it'd worked she could've easily picked BM and somewhat gotten away with covering up the visible tattoos. That plan had gone right out the window with the arrival of gookslut however, and now she was back at square one, which was trying to decide between the four options. Fuck it, she had all day to decide. She could go to bed and have what she considered to be a well deserved nights sleep. She turned off the lights in the bathroom and made her way back to the bedroom where her husband was still awake for some reason.
"Took you long enough" he said. It was very dark in the room, Minh was barely able to make out his silhouette from the backlight of the large windows. Something about it was off though. He was a rather short, but lean man. The figure in front of her however was big, much bigger.
Trying her best not to panic, Minh calmly went over to the wall and turned on the lights. To her relief, it was still Clark sitting on their bed, but he was far from the same Clark she knew and loved. He looked to be just as tall as usual, but also wider. He seemed to be a hundred pounds heavier than he originally was. He had a habit of working out and staying fit. Never going past lean and slightly muscled though. That habit seemed to have died long ago though, if it was even present at all.
It didn't make any sense. Why had trying to cover her tattoo lead to Clark becoming a complete slob?
That's when it struck her, like lightning from clear sky. What kind of man would want to marry someone with gookslut tattooed over their butt? A complete degenerate, that's who. Either that, or he was the one to propose she get it in the first place. She waited, hoping some stray memory would come back to her to explain everything. It never came, she'd have to work this one out on her own.
Her thinking was interrupted by another comment from Clark.
"Did you not understand me? You come here, love me long time, yea?" What in the fuck was he on about? Why was he talking like that?
"The fuck did you say to me?!" At least that's what she tried to say.
"Me so solly mista. Minh come love you right naw! You want sucky sucky? Me loooove doing sucky sucky!" She cringed at her own words. She hated this stereotypical speech. The first time she'd heard it was when she saw "Full Metal Jacket" with Clark many years ago. It'd appalled her when the Vietnamese hooker came onto the soldiers with an exaggerated accent. Now she spoke like one herself.
She climbed up into the bed against her will and got to work on Clark's cock. She absolutely devoured it. It was the sloppiest blowjob of her life. Even her boss preferred a little finesse, this was as far from that as you could get. It was like a scene from a cheap porno.
"That's enough of that, turn around and let me use that nasty yellow fuckhole of yours" This was so wrong. This was all so wrong! Her loving husband of so many years had never ever said anything remotely mean to her. Now he was treating her like some common street whore. She wanted to cry, to shout out that this was all just a mistake. She wished she'd never used the app. She wanted to undo the last twenty minutes and not mess with the tattoo. God that FUCKING tattoo!
"Yes mista! Anything fo you!!" She practically screamed as she repositioned herself to grant easy access to her cunt.
What ensued was about 5 minutes of shabby sex. That's how long he lasted. Five minutes.. Minh didn't know if she should laugh or cry at how pathetic it was. Clark normally lasted a long time. Long enough for both of them to orgasm every time. This time she was left unsatisfied and angry. The despair she'd felt in the beginning was quickly replaced by disappointment.
"That was great as always babe" He didn't even offer to help her get off. If she wanted to come, it was on her. He'd thrown in the towel with no intention of repaying the favors.
"Thanks hun. You were also great" At least she could speak normally again. But her words weren't hers. She wanted to scold him for a poor fuck, not thank him.
Turns out Clark had a bad case of yellow fever, and it was routine for them to perform raceplay in bed. He was also half the man he used to be. Coming after five minutes, leaving her unsatisfied and dirty. Maybe it was part of the game, maybe not. Either way, Minh didn't like it one bit. But no matter how much she despised it, she found it impossible to say anything negative about it.
Despite having just been to the bathroom, she had to make another trip to get cleaned up. She helped herself to a shower and used the beam from the showerhead's massage mode to finish what her pathetic husband started. Once she was clean and semi-dry she went back to bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
