CHAPTER 26: CHAPTER 26

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SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

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Credits: 20 c

Select item to purchase.

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Jasmine was on all fours on the bed, looking back at me with that teasing little smirk. I didn’t waste time. I shoved my cock inside her in one rough thrust, and her smirk shattered into a cry.

"FUCK!" I growled, slapping her ass so hard my palm stung. "Take it!" I pounded into her, hips slamming against her cheeks, every thrust fueled by anger.

"God!" Jasmine’s voice cracked as her arms trembled under her. "So hard... fuck me! Fuck me!"

I gritted my teeth, digging my fingers into her hips. Her ass was red with my handprints, shining with sweat and oil, but she wasn’t complaining. If anything, the Sensual Oil had her dripping, her pussy clamping down like she was begging me to ruin her.

I pressed her head down into the mattress with one hand, arching her back higher with the other, railing her like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck—fuck! I could’ve done it!" I whispered under my breath, thrusting harder. "Could’ve had those goddamn points if I wasn’t such a dumbass."

Jasmine moaned, face buried in the sheets. "Mmm—deeper! Yes!"

Her voice made me lose it. I slammed her down, my balls smacking against her clit as I roared, "I’m gonna cum!"

Her answer came muffled but desperate: "Cum inside!"

That was all I needed. I rammed into her once, twice, three times—then I exploded, my cock twitching as the condom ballooned with hot cum. My whole body shuddered, the frustration bleeding out of me in one messy release.

Still shaking, I thrust again, groaning as her slick walls milked me for every drop. Then again, slower, savoring the way she clenched around me.

Finally, I pulled out with a wet pop, the condom sagging heavy with my load.

Jasmine collapsed onto her side, hair stuck to her face, chest heaving. She gave me a tired smile. "W-what happened? You’re angry tonight."

I tied the condom and tossed it in the bin. "Nothing," I muttered. "Just... some work stuff."

The system popped up.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Jasmine

EXP Gained: +29

Star Rating: 2.6 ★★

Reason: Performance Assist Detected

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Huh. Higher rating this time. Must’ve been because I used less oil—stingy as hell with credits lately.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 2

EXP: 154 / 179

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Close to leveling up. But I was drained, every muscle in me screaming. The clock read 2 AM, it was so late that I could barely keep my eyes open.

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EVENT

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Jasmine’s Interest -1

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Shit... too rough. She must’ve hated it.

"I’m sorry," I sighed. "I just... needed something."

Something? Or someone?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head. "Thought about calling Tessa... but—I wanted you."

Her laugh rang soft. "You’re not falling in love with me, right?"

"Not yet," I smirked.

She shook her head, still smiling, and slid off the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she dressed—panties stretched over her ass, bra cupping her breasts before she snapped it into place, then pulling her skirt up slow, smoothing it against her hips. Every motion made my cock twitch again.

"You’re sexy as hell," I muttered. "Even just putting your clothes on."

"Such a horny one," she teased, blowing me a kiss.

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EVENT

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Jasmine’s Interest +1

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"Yes," I whispered under my breath, grinning. Finally—at least one win tonight.

I dragged myself off the bed, legs shaky, and started pulling my clothes together from the floor. My jeans were wrinkled, shirt half-damp with sweat, but I slipped them on anyway.

"Going home?" Jasmine asked, her voice lazy as she sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her elbows. "You should stay here."

"Nah, I should go," I said, zipping up. "Gotta wake up in like six hours. Morning shift."

She tilted her head, teasing, legs crossing as she sat on the edge of the bed. The skirt hadn’t made it back on yet—her pussy still peeking through, glistening. "You can’t sleep while you’re here with me?"

I smirked, sliding my shirt on and buttoning it. "What do you think? I wouldn’t get a damn second of sleep."

"Fair," she said, laughing softly.

I hesitated, tugging at my sleeve. "Hey—again, sorry about earlier. I was kinda rough."

"It’s fine," she said, brushing her hair back. "Just... give me a warning if you’re gonna go full beast next time. So I can brace for it."

That made me grin. "Got it."

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back slow, tasting like sweat and oil and the faint sweetness of her lip gloss. My hand cupped her jaw, hers rested on my chest. It wasn’t rushed—just enough to cool down the fire I’d been burning with all night.

When we finally pulled apart, she whispered, "Take care of yourself, Evan."

"Always," I said, though we both knew that was bullshit.

I left her home and walked to mine. My own place was dead quiet... I mean, what did I expect, anyway? I shut the door behind me and dropped into the chair at my tiny kitchen table. The hum of the fridge was the only sound.

I nodded to myself, jaw tight. "I’ll find a better quest," I muttered, pulling up the menu. "And complete it. No strip club bullshit. No nonsense. This time, I’ll do it."

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EVAN MARLOWE

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Stats Shop

Crafting Inventory

Quests Women

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I pressed Quests and watched the screen pop up. Same as always—ten options, shuffled daily. I remembered seeing one about making out in a car, but that was gone now.

My eyes landed on something new. Risky as hell, but the payout was insane.

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Quest Available

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Title: Public Nuisance

Task: Have sex in

the gas station.

Reward: +70 EXP

2 Ability Points

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Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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A strip club screw-up was one thing—at least people could understand that. But a gas station? The one where I worked? If I got caught, I’d be ruined. Still... that reward. Two ability points. My fingers itched.

Before I could decide, muffled voices drifted up from downstairs—Kim and Tom, my neighbors. Same old routine: Kim yelling, Tom barely saying a word.

"Jesus," I grumbled. "Shut up already."

Through the thin walls, I caught Kim’s voice, sharp and mean: "...you like it, don’t you? You like it when they—"

Then it cut off.

I cracked open the fridge, pulled out a beer, and popped the tab. Cold hiss, bitter foam down my throat. Didn’t matter what they were fighting about—it wasn’t my business.

I collapsed onto the couch, exhaling. One sip turned into two. That’s when my brow arched.

The shower was running.

My pulse skipped. Who the fuck was in my bathroom? Jasmine? No—she didn’t have my keys. Nobody did.

"Shit."

I set the can on the counter and crept toward the sound. Steam poured under the door, heavy and wet. Each step closer, the water got louder. My fists clenched. A thief? No. What kind of thief takes a shower?

The water shut off. Silence. Then—footsteps.

I braced myself, teeth grit.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

The door swung open, steam rolling out.

"Oh," the ’intruder’ said casually, eyes locking onto mine. "You’re back, huh?"

"It’s you..."