CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37

I kept scrolling until the video loaded up again—two girls on stage, the sisters from that group Velvet Echo. Big as hell right now, couldn’t open social media without seeing them trending.

Carrie was the younger one—twenty, fresh-faced, medium black hair bouncing around her cheeks every time she twirled. Cute, innocent vibe, the kind of girl the crowd wanted to protect and fuck at the same time.

Liz, though—Liz was twenty-four, tall and stacked, hair so long it whipped all the way to her ass whenever she spun. Tits practically begging to burst out of her shirt.

They were on stage in matching outfits: black button-up shirts tucked tight into little skirts that barely hid anything when they moved. Every time Liz bent forward to sing into the mic, her cleavage jiggled like it had its own rhythm section. And Carrie—when she jumped in sync with the beat, her skirt would flash high enough to show a line of soft thigh that sent the crowd howling.

"Damn," I muttered, eyes glued to the screen. "So good."

"Hello."

The voice cut right through the music. I blinked up and saw Richard dragging himself into the shop, slumping behind the counter like his spine had been ripped out. Never seen him look that down before.

"Hey," I said, shoving my phone into my pocket and resting a hand on his shoulder. "What happened?"

"Kayla—my girlfriend," he groaned, staring at the tiles like they killed his dog. "She found out about Mendy."

"Who... is Mendy?"

He gave me a look. "Mendy. The girl I told you about."

"Wait, I thought Kayla’s surname was Mendy."

"Are you dense?"

I rubbed the back of my head. "So—you’ve been cheating on her?" I raised a brow. "That’s low, man."

Funny, coming from me—the kind of guy who’d fuck someone’s girlfriend right in front of him while he was locked in a chastity cage. But hey, I wasn’t the one crying about it.

"I mean, I was only with Kayla because she was okay with doing anal," Richard said, dead serious. Then he perked up, like a stray thought cheered him. "I think she likes you, by the way. Did you see her staring at your dick when you joked about your size?"

"Maan, I didn’t joke," I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I also felt bad about that. Since it was your girlfriend, I thought—"

"Nah, nah." He actually chuckled. "She’s a real whore, man. If you take her to bed, try anal. She’s always clean down there, I swear."

I smirked. "No thanks. I like using the front door."

"Juust saying."

"So, what, you’re sad because Kayla found out about Mendy?"

"No!" He slammed a hand on his thigh. "I’m sad because I got caught. And now Mendy knows too. That bitch Kayla told her everything."

"Oh... damn." I leaned back. "What’s the plan here? ’Mendy, I can explain. I only fucked Kayla because she let me in the back door. Please forgive me.’ That’s your angle?"

"Har fucking har, man." He shook his head, sighing so hard it whistled. "What the fuck should I do? Ugh..."

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Quest Available

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Title: Peace

Task: Make Mendy

forgive Richard.

Reward: 25 EXP

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Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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Ah, fuck it.

"How was Mendy when she... learned that?" I asked.

"She cried. And went to her mother’s place."

"Damn," I muttered. "You should go to her. But—before that, we should make up a lie or something."

"Lie?" His eyes snapped up at me. "Kayla showed her our video, man. Her gaping her own asshole while I put my dick in and pull out."

I slapped my forehead, groaning. "You’re a pornstar now, Rich? Videos and shit, huh?"

"Oh, shut up. Brainstorm or zip it."

"Alright, alright," I said, leaning forward against the counter, palms flat. "We can still save your relationship."

"How?"

"We find Kayla. Persuade her into saying that video was fake. Like AI or something," I said. "You didn’t admit to Mendy that the video was real, right?"

"Fuck no. She stormed out before I got a chance to speak."

"Okay then," I nodded. "We find Kayla. Call her."

"She blocked me."

"Give me her phone number."

Richard groaned, dragging his phone from his pocket and began reading me her number.

I keyed it into my phone, staring at the digits while my stomach tightened. Cold air from the AC hit the back of my neck, and for a second I just stood there, thumb hovering. What the hell was I supposed to say? "Hey, could you admit to faking your own stretched-out asshole with deepfake software?" Yeah, smooth.

I exhaled hard through my nose. Guess I’d improvise.

"You stay here in case customers come," I told him, sliding his phone back and pocketing mine. "I’ll be right back."

"Thank you, man. Thank you." His eyes lit up, desperate and relieved. "Convince her to say that video was AI, and I’ll cover your shifts for a whole week."

I pushed the door open, the bell jangling above me. "You bet."

The air outside hit warm, buzzing faint with summer heat. Hell, just a few hours ago it was raining. This city, I swear...

Ah, anyway.

Time to hunt Kayla down.

I dialed the number and waited. One beep. Two, three—just when I was about to hang up, she actually answered. Vacuum roaring in the background.

"This is Kayla," she said, flat. "Who are you?"

"Hi, it’s, uh, Evan." I scratched my neck, already feeling awkward. "We met briefly in—"

"I know who you are." The vacuum noise cut out. Her tone sharpened. "Don’t tell me Richard came and cried to you."

"Well, he kinda did," I admitted, fishing my cigarette pack out of my pocket. "Look, he’s sorry, okay? Says he wishes he didn’t play both sides. Says he wishes he was a better man. A decent man."

"And?"

"And... he deserves a second chance." I flicked my lighter, cigarette catching with a snap. Took a drag, exhaled smoke into the air. "I know you showed that explicit video to his girlfriend. Can you just... like—tell her it was AI?"

"What?"

"Please." My voice cracked into begging without me meaning it. "If you—"

"No."

"Look," I pushed, desperate. "Can we meet? Face to face. These are important."

"No. Fuck off. Don’t ever call me again."

The line went dead, just like that.

I stood there, cigarette burning between my fingers, staring at the dull glow of my phone screen. Damn. She wasn’t angry just because she was getting used by Richard, she was gutted because she got lied to. Heartbreak, not just humiliation. Knowing she was with a man who had a loving girlfriend in his life... kinda close to what I was feeling right now.

Kim, Tom—ugh. Focus.

I finished the smoke down to the filter, flicked it into the gutter, then headed back inside the shop. Bell chimed as I stepped through. Richard looked up at me, his face already reading the verdict.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Hey, let’s not lose hope," I said, shaking my head. "Does she work?"

"Yeah. The coffee place we bumped into each other. She’s the new barista there."

"Okay," I muttered. "I’ll go and visit her. You tell Mendy that... the video was AI or something, I don’t know. Build up the lie, you know?"

"Okay," he said, standing up, his face pale but determined. "I’ll... I’ll go to her right now."

"Hmm."

He pushed himself off the stool, grabbed his jacket. "Hey, thanks, man."

"No problem." I forced a smile. "We’ll figure this out."

The door shut behind him, leaving me in the shop with the buzzing fridge and the faint smell of gasoline clinging to everything.

"I need credit so I can buy that oil from the shop..."

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Jasmine was riding me hard, her ass slapping down against my thighs every time she bounced. My back sank into the couch, hands gripping her waist, pulling her down harder on my cock. Her tits jiggled in my face, nipples brushing my chin with every movement.

From the kitchen, the sizzle of oil mixed with the sound of flesh smacking.

"Jasmine," Tessa called out like nothing was happening. "How much salt should I put in this?"

I groaned, shoving my face into Jasmine’s bouncing tits, licking sweat and skin.

"Fuck—uh, just a pinch!" Jasmine replied.

"Alright."

Jasmine smirked down at me, hair sticking to her forehead, sweat running between her tits. "You’re off your game today," she panted, grinding slower, teasing my cock with every roll of her hips. "Something bothering you?"

’Yeah, yeah. I don’t have the oil. Boo me.’

"Just... work stuff." My jaw clenched as I held back, every nerve screaming for release. "Don’t worry about it."

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QUEST

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Title: Hold it

Task: During sex, don’t

climax for ten minutes

Reward: 15 EXP

10c

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Five minutes down. Every second was a knife to my dick. I needed that reward though—bad. Needed the oil if I wanted any chance of convincing Kayla.

And fuck me, Jasmine wasn’t making it easy. Her tits bounced in my vision like a porno loop, perfect handfuls slapping with every thrust.

"Delicious," I muttered, grabbing one, leaning in and dragging my tongue across her nipple.

She moaned, arching her back, grinding down harder. "Mmm... what happened at work?"

"Not important." My voice was ragged, straining with the effort of holding back.

From the kitchen, Tessa again—nonchalant as ever. "Jas, should I lower the heat now or let it simmer?"

"Let it—ahhh fuck—simmer!" She barked out, her hips jerking upward.

I moaned. "She’s really just... cooking while we’re—fuck—in here."

"She’s used to it," she growled. "Now shut up and keep fucking me."