CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35

My thrusts didn’t stop—I speared into her harder, and her body jolted from both my cock pumping inside and Tom’s tongue flicking against her swollen bud.

"Ohhh fuuuck," she moaned, shivering. "Yes... yes... keep licking me... Evan—don’t you dare stop. Ohhh god, this is perfect. One tongue, one cock... this is how I should always be treated."

I growled, gripping her thighs tighter, ramming my cock in deep. Her walls squeezed wetly around me, messy and slippery, but not locking down the way I’d imagined. "Shit, Kim—you’re so tight—he’s licking you while I fuck you, no wonder you’re dripping like this."

She laughed breathlessly, eyes gleaming with something cruel. "Mmm... he is taking it like a good boy."

Her body quivered in my arms, juices slicking down my shaft, coating Tom’s tongue as he lapped eagerly.

Kim tilted her head, panting, voice low and sharp. "Evan... give me more. Push harder. I want him to choke on how wet I get from you. Even if you can’t finish the job yet... he’ll taste the proof that you’re still above him."

I clenched my jaw, sweat dripping down my forehead. No way. No fucking way I was walking out of this without making her cum. I was going to give her everything I had, burn out every ounce of strength, every bit of focus until she broke on my cock.

I tightened my grip on her thighs, dragging her closer until she was fully in my hold, her back pressed tight against my chest. My arms wrapped around, pulling my hand back, locking them behind her head. She gasped, her tits jutting forward, body arched like I owned her.

"Wh-what are you—"

She couldn’t even finish.

I slammed forward and drove in full speed, my hips pistoning like a fucking minigun unloading rounds. Flesh slapping, the sound of wetness spraying out with each brutal thrust, the obscene rhythm echoing louder than her cries.

"OH GOOOD!" Kim’s voice tore through the room, shattering into shaky screams. "FU-U-U-UCK!"

Her body jolted with every thrust, her legs trembling, toes curling like she was trying to claw the carpet beneath us. Her hair whipped back, sweaty strands sticking to her cheeks as she thrashed.

"You fucking love this," I growled into her ear, my lips brushing the sheen of sweat running down her cheek. My voice was low and cruel. "You love seeing your pathetic boyfriend kneeling there while I ruin you. You love being split open by a real cock, don’t you?"

"G-O-D!" she howled, her voice broken, torn apart by the pounding. "EVAN!"

Her pussy squeezed me like a vice, hot walls trembling around my cock. That only spurred me on.

I gritted my teeth and went even harder. My hips blurred, ramming into her so faster now. Each thrust punched into her soaked cunt, spraying wetness down my thighs, down onto Tom’s face.

The slap of her pussy was obscene, wet and filthy, every thrust pulling more slick out of her. The sound filled the room, competing with her ragged screams.

Tom tried to stay in place, his tongue desperate against her clit, but my thrusts were too violent. Her hips jerked so hard that he lost his balance, stumbled back, and fell on his ass. His face was dripping, chin glistening with her juices. He looked wrecked, humiliated—and addicted.

And then—Kim fucking broke.

Her scream ripped out of her throat, loud and raw, bouncing off the walls. Her pussy clenched down so tight it felt like she was trying to strangle my cock. Then she gushed.

Hot streams of wetness sprayed straight out of her, splattering onto Tom’s face. A torrent of slick drenched him, soaking his hair, dripping down his cheeks, spraying his chest. He moaned like a broken mutt, eyes half-rolled, hands trembling as he clawed at his tiny caged cock.

"Ohhh fuuuck yesss—" Kim sobbed out, her body spasming in my grip. Her legs shook violently, and I could feel her nails digging into my forearm as I held her.

Tom’s face twisted between humiliation and pure bliss as the flood drenched him. His lips parted, tongue darting out, licking up every drop that dripped down from her pussy. He whimpered like he couldn’t live without it, and his little cock jerked helplessly inside the cage.

He twitched suddenly, body shuddering, and I saw it—cum oozing through the gaps of the metal cage, dribbling down his thighs, pathetic and messy. He’d cum from nothing but watching me rail his girl.

"Pathetic," I hissed, eyes locked on him while I kept pounding. "You fucking came just from watching me split her open?"

Kim screamed again, throwing her head back onto my shoulder. The squirts kept coming, splashing, soaking Tom as if she was marking him in filth.

Her voice was ragged, broken. "Ohhh... fuckkk—yes—yes—oh my godddd!"

My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. The sight of him drenched, his own cum leaking down, and her body losing control in my arms—it was too much. I slammed forward, burying myself deep, grinding against her walls like I wanted to fuse with her.

"Fuck, Kim—I’m—"

Hot release ripped through me like fire, and I unloaded. Thick ropes of cum shot deep inside her, filling her tight, quivering cunt. Her walls milked me, clamping down, refusing to let me go, forcing every spurt to stay inside her.

She moaned through it, body twitching as she felt me flood her.

I groaned, shaking, pumping until I was drained, until I was sure I’d painted her womb white.

Finally, my grip loosened. I let her go, and she dropped forward off the couch, collapsing to the carpet. She lay there panting, her body still twitching from the aftershocks, sweat and slick glistening on her thighs.

I staggered back and collapsed onto the floor, chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. My cock still twitched, soaked in her slick and my cum. I threw my arm over my forehead and let out a long, shuddering breath.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Oh, man. Oh, shit."

The room stank of sex. Sweat, cum, pussy juices—it was everywhere. Kim’s moans still echoed faintly in my ears, and Tom’s whimpers of shame sat heavy in the background.

But me? My whole body buzzed. Not just from the sex. From the system.

I could feel it in me, humming, alive. The system had boosted me, sharpened me, given me the stamina, the drive, thanks to the points I used. Without it, there was no way I could’ve lasted like that, no way I could’ve made her gush like a fountain all over her boyfriend’s face.

Still... it wasn’t enough. My chest burned, muscles heavy, my cock drained but aching. I was strong, yeah—but not strong enough. I was still weak. I needed more. More levels. More points. More power.

Because this? This was just the beginning.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Kim

Ability Point Gained: +1

Star Rating: 3.1 ★★★

Reason: Could’ve made

her cum more than once.

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"Phew..." I whispered to myself. "Charm. Definitely Charm."

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 9

Libido: 4

Pleasure: 3

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Could’ve made her cum more than once?

I laid there, cock still twitching inside her wet heat in my memory, sweat rolling down my neck, and the system’s fucking text burned into my head like a neon sign. You could’ve done better.

Better? I just wrung Kim dry, made her squirt all over Tom’s pathetic face, and pumped her so full of cum she was dripping. And still—still—it told me I was short.

I was beat. My hips ached, my lungs burned. My body screamed that I’d gone beyond what I should’ve been able to do. And yet... there was that nagging little line of failure, whispering that I should’ve kept going, should’ve pulled another orgasm out of her screaming throat.

"This is crazy," I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my slick chest. "Fucking insane."

Kim laughed breathlessly from the floor, her hair matted to her sweaty face, tits still bouncing a little with every shaky breath she took. She looked ruined—ruined and glowing. Her lips curled into this cocky, fucked-out smile.

"We should do this more often," she said, her voice hoarse from screaming.

The way she said it—like I was just another toy she’d keep around to break in front of her boyfriend—made my cock twitch all over again, even drained.

"Yeah," I muttered, still half gone. "We should, huh?"

Her laugh rang out sharp, satisfied, like she’d gotten everything she wanted. Tom just sat there, cum still leaking out of his little cage, face glistening with her juices, eyes glassy and humiliated. He didn’t even say a word.

Good.

I made her cum without the system holding my hand. No charm bonus. No sex stat boost. Just raw, ugly drive. That meant something. It proved I had it in me, even if I was still low-level trash.

Still, I wasn’t there yet. Not nearly.

I had a simple plan now, clear as day in my head: ten points in Charm, minimum. After that? Every drop of juice went straight into Libido and Pleasure. Because those were the stats that mattered. Those were the ones that’d make a goddess forget her own name on my cock.

I wasn’t going to stay some desperate, average guy. I was going to grind until I broke ceilings. I’d get so fucking strong in bed, so unstoppable, that when I got back to her—that goddess who humiliated me, who laughed down at me like I was nothing—I’d make her scream until she choked on her own voice.

That was my goal now. Simple. Filthy. Perfect.

I leaned my head back against the carpet, chest still heaving, and grinned up at the ceiling like a madman.

"This should be fun..."

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