CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168

After hitting the milestone with Delilah and pocketing the reward for raw-dogging her in Ivy’s bed, I was officially one good fuck away from level nine. Damn... I was rocketing. Maxing Pleasure had turned every orgasm into a cheat-code, and if my Charm had been stuck below ten, Nala would’ve laughed me out of the coffee shop. This system was something else.

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 8)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 74 kg

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- EXP: [██████████▒▒] 1097/1131

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Still needed a job, though. The penthouse was mine, but my bank account was screaming. Tomorrow I’d corner Nala and beg for a gig at TechForge. Ex-gas-station clerk or not, I learned fast.

"I’m home," I called, pocketing the key and kicking the door shut. "So tired..."

I padded to the master bedroom first. Jasmine and Nala were curled on the California king, silk pajamas riding high, the middle of the bed left empty like a throne. Cute. I was the luckiest bastard alive.

I drifted into the living room and stopped dead. Black marble floors so glossy they mirrored the skyline. A dove-grey sectional the size of a yacht, leather buttery enough to make angels jealous. Above it hung a chandelier of hand-blown Murano glass that dripped light like liquid gold. The far wall was floor-to-ceiling smart-glass; one tap and it turned opaque, another and the city glittered through. A wet bar glowed under back-lit onyx, crystal decanters catching the neon bleed from the strip below. The air smelled of cedar, vanilla, and money.

I parted the motorized curtains, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the window. Twenty floors down, the city that used to chew me up now crawled like a toy.

"Damn... look at this," I whispered, exhaling smoke that curled against the glass.

I turned right and spotted the short corridor that split into three doors: Kim’s on the left, Tessa’s opposite, and at the very end a busted slab of wood with candlelight flickering through the cracks. What the hell?

I stubbed the cigarette in a Lalique ashtray, tiptoed over, and eased the broken door open.

The room was a coffin. Four walls so close I could palm them both at once. A single mattress on the floor, no frame. One nightstand, one candle, one girl. Minne knelt on the mattress, paper in hand, reading her cosplay dossier by trembling flame.

"Minne?"

She startled, eyes wide, then snapped into robot-mode. Shirt off in one motion, gaze glued to the floor, cheeks scarlet.

"Welcome to my room, Master," she whispered, voice cracking. "I’ll serve you immediately."

Before she could drop, I caught her shoulders and crushed her into a hug. She squeaked, tiny, warm, trembling against my chest. I pulled back, cupped her face.

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EVENT

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Minne’s Interest +5

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"You didn’t come here for pleasure, Master?" Her whisper shook, lashes fluttering.

"No." I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m sorry I barged in. Didn’t know this was... yours."

"No need to apologize, Master." She bowed so low her forehead nearly touched my shoes.

"Why the hell do you sleep in a closet?"

"My previous master, Guy Nolin, ordered me to—"

"Fuck that." I grabbed her hand, lacing our fingers. "Come with me."

"W-wait, Master..." She stumbled after me, bare feet slapping marble.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20

Tessa: Interest: 27 / 40★★

Kim: Interest: 30 / 40★★

Delilah: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 6 /20

Nala: Interest: 66 /80

Penelope: Interest: 3 /20

Minne: Interest: 11 /20

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Progress:

★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Select a woman to track progress.

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We turned right into the circular hallway—a perfect ring of walnut paneling and recessed lights. Five smoked-oak bedroom doors stood like palace gates. Between them was a glass-walled study humming with triple monitors, and opposite it a miniature library with floor-to-ceiling books, rolling ladder, and leather wingbacks that smelled of old paper and new money.

I pushed open the nearest bedroom. A king bed floated on a plinth of light. Rain shower visible through frosted glass. Walk-in closet bigger than her old room. City lights poured across Egyptian-cotton sheets.

"You’re living here," I said, squeezing her hand.

Minne’s eyes ballooned. "N-no, Master, I can’t—this room is huge—I’m fine in my place—"

"This is an order." I stepped closer, voice low but firm. "You’re here from now on."

She flushed crimson, bowed so low her hair brushed the floor. "Y-yes, Master."

I softened, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "If anything ever feels wrong, you come to me. Door’s always open. Got it?"

"Thank you, Master... thank you." Her voice cracked again, eyes glassy.

I ruffled her hair. "Good."

I left her by herself and padded back to the master suite. Silk pajama pants on, I slid between Jasmine and Nala. Jasmine stirred, arm flopping across my chest, lips brushing my jaw.

"Mmm... night, babe," she mumbled, half-dreaming.

I kissed her slow, tasting vanilla lip balm. "Night, gorgeous."

Nala sighed in her sleep, leg hooking over mine. I stared at the ceiling, city glow painting us gold, and let the quiet settle.

"Night, Evan." Nala whispered, still half sleeping.

I smiled. "Night, CEO."

Tonight, I was exactly where I belonged.

❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

A whisper curled into my ear, soft, teasing, like silk dragged across skin.

"Evan... Evan..."

I cracked one eye open. Morning light sliced through the blinds in thin gold bars. Nala and Jasmine knelt on the mattress, one on each side of me, leaning in so close their breath tickled my cheeks. Both wore Minne’s maid outfits, except the fabric had given up trying to cover anything.

The tops were black satin with white lace trim, built for Minne’s tiny frame. On Nala and Jasmine, thick, curvy, built like goddesses, the satin looked ready to explode. Nala’s massive tits bulged over the neckline, soft, heavy, barely contained, the lace digging into her caramel skin. The skirt barely skimmed the bottom of her plump ass, riding up every time she breathed. Jasmine’s even bigger chest spilled out the sides, nipples peeking through stretched lace, the hem so high I could see the curve where thigh met ass. Minne’s outfits had been modest on her; on these two they were pure porn.

"W-what the hell..." I croaked, blinking awake.

Jasmine giggled, crawling closer, her tits swaying like ripe fruit. "We borrowed Minne’s uniforms," she purred, tugging at the too-tight bodice. "They’re... a little small."

"Hey, I think they fit perfectly," I rasped, cock already stirring under the sheet. "Can’t lie."

Nala flushed crimson, thighs pressing together.

Jasmine slid the sheet down my hips, silk pajama pants following. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Which pussy do you want first, Master?" she whispered. "Nala’s... or mine?"

I grabbed Nala’s thick thigh, squeezed the soft flesh, feeling it spill between my fingers. "I didn’t get to enjoy you properly that first night," I growled. "Too busy being gentle."

Jasmine pouted, grabbing my cheek. "Jeeerk."

"Sorry, sorry," I laughed, kissing her palm. "You gotta understand me."

She exhaled, rolling her eyes. "Fine."

"And... is it okay if I’m a little rough?" I asked.

"Ooh." Jasmine purred. "You don’t even have to ask that, ’Master.’ You own us, after all, no?"

Nala, cheeks burning, climbed up and straddled my hips. She started to sink facing away, but I stopped her with a hand on her waist. "Turn toward me," I said. "I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

She froze, eyes wide, then nodded. With a shy little whimper she spun on my lap, knees sliding wider until her soaked pussy hovered right above my tip, her heavy tits now directly in front of my face. The tiny maid skirt flipped up like a curtain, framing her glistening folds. Perfect.

"O-okay..." she breathed.

Jasmine smirked. "Okay what, Nala?"

"O-okay, Master," Nala whispered, voice trembling.

I smiled. "Good girl."

Nala crouched lower, thighs shaking. The tip of my cock nudged her soaked entrance, slick already dripping down her folds.

Jasmine spat into her palm, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and stroked slow, coating me in spit. "Should slide right into that tight little cunt," she teased.

Nala shut her eyes, held her breath, and sank down.

I was halfway in when she gasped, nails digging into my chest. "I-I can’t take it deeper..."

"That’s fine by me," I groaned, gripping her hips. "Ride me just like that."

She started moving, slow, tentative, her fat ass bouncing softly. Each drop sent her tits jiggling in the too-tight top, nipples hard against the lace. I watched her face: eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, moans spilling out in broken little whimpers. Some in pain, some in pure pleasure.

"Fuck, Nala," I rasped, thrusting up to meet her. "Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. Look at you, stuffed full of cock in that slutty little maid outfit."

Jasmine lay beside me, kissing me deep, tongue sliding into my mouth. I reached between Jasmine’s thighs, fingers slipping into her soaked heat, curling slow. She moaned into my mouth, hips bucking against my hand.

A few minutes later, Jasmine pulled back, breathless. "Okay, Nala," she panted, "now watch how he likes to fuck."

Nala lifted off me with a wet pop, thighs trembling. Jasmine took her place, straddling me facing forward, thick ass hovering above my cock. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. "Are you ready, Master?"

"Always," I growled.