Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 28: Satisfaction

A few weeks had passed since Felicia and Holo had made their relationship official. In that time, Felicia had shown remarkable progress. Her demeanor was softer, her provocations less frequent, and her once-chaotic energy was now more controlled. But while she had changed on the surface, her feelings for Holo had only grown stronger. Every time she saw him, her heart raced, and her mind filled with thoughts she couldn't entirely suppress.

Today was no different. When Holo entered her room, Felicia practically lit up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Holo," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Happy birthday."

He smiled, a little shyly. "Thanks, Felicia."

She approached him slowly, her movements deliberate but gentle. "I've been thinking about this for a while," she began, her cheeks tinged with pink. "And... I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?" Holo asked, tilting his head slightly.

Felicia hesitated for a moment before taking his hands in hers. "Can I... do things to you? Just for a little bit?"

Holo's face turned bright red, and he looked away, flustered. "W-What do you mean by 'things'?"

Felicia stepped closer, her grip on his hands tightening slightly. "Nothing crazy," she said softly. "I just... I want to be close to you, Holo. Please. Just for a little while."

Holo hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure how to respond, but the way she looked at him—so vulnerable, so desperate—made it impossible to say no. "O-Okay," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... let me know if I do anything wrong."

Felicia's face lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Of course," she said. "And you tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay?"

He nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity as Felicia guided his hands upward. To his surprise, she placed them directly on her chest, pressing them against the soft, warm curve of her breasts.

"Go ahead," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You can squeeze them."

Holo's face burned with embarrassment, but he hesitantly did as she asked, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Felicia let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into his touch.

"Darling," she murmured, her voice filled with affection. "You're so good at this. Keep going... until you're satisfied."

Holo's heart raced as he continued to grope her chest, the sensation both overwhelming and strangely comforting. Her breasts were incredibly soft and warm, and the way she moaned with every movement made his blush deepen.

"Felicia," he said softly, his voice shaky. "Are you... okay?"

"I'm perfect," she replied, her red eyes opening to gaze at him. "You make me feel perfect."

After a few moments, she gently pulled his hands away, her cheeks flushed as she looked at him shyly. "Can I ask you for one more thing?" she whispered.

Holo swallowed hard, nodding. "What is it?"

Felicia turned slightly, giving him a clear view of her curvy figure. "Would you... touch my butt? Please?"

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Holo's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out. When his palms met the plump, firm curve of her rear, Felicia let out another soft moan, her body pressing closer to his.

"Darling," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Their bodies aligned, and Holo could feel her warmth against him as he continued to massage and squeeze her butt. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath hot against his neck.

"You're amazing," she said softly, her voice filled with longing. "I never thought I could feel this way... about anyone."

Holo's heart raced as he held her, his hands still resting on her hips. For a moment, he forgot about everything else—about the facility, the other girls, and the challenges they faced. All that mattered was Felicia, and the connection they shared.

But before Felicia could take things further, a loud beep echoed through the room, followed by the sound of the door unlocking. Graves's voice came through the intercom, calm and measured. "Holo, your time is up for today."

Felicia let out a frustrated sigh, reluctantly pulling away from Holo. "Of course," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks still flushed.

Holo stepped back, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said, his voice soft.

Felicia smiled, though her eyes still burned with desire. "I'll be waiting, darling."

As Holo left the room, his mind swirled with thoughts of what had just happened. Felicia's affection for him was undeniable, and while he still had doubts about how to navigate their relationship, one thing was certain—she had changed, and it was all because of him.

Later that evening, Holo sat in the office with Mr. Graves, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead doing little to ease the tension he felt in his chest. He fidgeted in his chair, his thoughts swirling with guilt and uncertainty. The events of the day, especially his interaction with Felicia, weighed heavily on his mind.

Graves leaned back in his chair, his usual smug expression plastered across his face. "You've been doing a fine job, Holo," he said casually. "The progress you've made with Felicia is beyond anything we expected."

Holo glanced up at him, his hands clenched into fists. "That's the thing," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "I don't know if what I'm doing is... right."

Graves raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. "Oh? And why's that?"

Holo hesitated, searching for the right words. "Felicia... she's different now. She's not the same person she was when I first met her. But I can't shake the feeling that I've just... redirected her addiction. Instead of being obsessed with porn, she's obsessed with me."

Graves chuckled, the sound low and condescending. "And what's so wrong about that?"

"It feels wrong," Holo admitted, his voice rising slightly. "I'm using her. I'm taking her vulnerability, her addiction, and turning it into something that benefits me. It's like I've weaponized her problems."

Graves leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he fixed Holo with a piercing gaze. "Listen, kid," he said, his tone calm but firm. "These girls? They're not like normal people. They're psychopaths. Broken, desperate, and dangerous. But do you know what they all have in common?"

Holo didn't respond, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"They're all starved for love," Graves continued. "That's what they crave more than anything else. And that's what you're giving them. You're filling a void that no one else could. So stop feeling guilty about it."

Holo clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles turning white. "But it doesn't feel real," he said. "It feels like I'm manipulating them."

"Maybe you are," Graves said with a shrug. "But manipulation or not, you're helping them. Look at Felicia. She's not the same sex-crazed addict she used to be. You gave her purpose. You gave her someone to love."

Holo shook his head, his guilt refusing to dissipate. "It still feels wrong."

Graves sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You're overthinking this, Holo. These girls aren't saints. They're dangerous, unstable, and capable of things you can't even imagine. If anything, you're taming them. And you're being handsomely rewarded for it."

Holo glanced up at him, his expression conflicted. "Rewarded?"

Graves smirked, his eyes gleaming. "You're one girl away, Holo. One more, and you'll have the ten million dollars."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Holo felt a pang of frustration in his chest. "It's not just about the money," he said. "I actually care about them, Graves. They're not just projects to me."

Graves's smirk softened slightly, his tone shifting to something almost resembling sincerity. "And that's why you're perfect for this job, Holo. You care. And because you care, they care about you. That's what makes you so effective."

Holo leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. Despite his reservations, he couldn't deny that Graves had a point. Felicia, Trixie, Scarlet—they had all changed because of him. Whether it was manipulation or genuine connection, he had made a difference in their lives.

But at what cost?

Graves stood, walking around the desk to place a hand on Holo's shoulder. "Look, kid," he said, his voice steady. "You've come this far. Don't start doubting yourself now. You're doing something no one else could. You're saving them, in your own way."

Holo looked up at him, his expression conflicted but determined. "I just hope I'm doing the right thing."

Graves smirked again, his hand patting Holo's shoulder. "You are. Now go get some rest. You've got one more girl to win over, and then it's all yours."

As Holo left the office, his thoughts were a whirlwind of doubt and determination. He couldn't deny the progress he'd made with the girls, but the weight of his choices lingered. One girl remained, and with her, the final piece of the puzzle. But could he face her with a clear conscience?

Only time would tell.