I looked down at the sisters. The system overlay showed their values — and the numbers had dropped. Sera's breasts: ten points each. Lira's: ten. Their pussies: twenty points each. The numbers had been higher once — before the night of the marathon, before the hours of fucking had drained their value like water from a cracked vessel.
'Each fuck drops the points,' I thought, kneading a pink nipple and a rose one in synchronized rhythm. 'I cannot milk cows that are already milked. The sisters are depreciating assets — their value diminishes with every orgasm, every position, every load I pour into them. The law of diminishing returns.'
'I could create scenarios. Impregnate them, then fuck them while pregnant — a new role, a new context, a temporary value bump. But that is a short-term fix. A patch, not a solution.'
