Chapter 48: OF COURSE, COME IN

My hips jerked up hard. A rough groan tore out of me as I came, pulsing heavily inside the condom. Star stopped moving the moment she felt it, staying seated on me until the last weak throb faded.

She lifted herself off with a soft wet sound and looked down at the condom. It was stretched and full, a thick load visibly sitting at the tip.

"You came this much?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "How long have you been holding that in? A month?"

"No. Maybe two days." I carefully pulled the condom off, tied it, and set it on the edge of the sheet.

"Wow." She stood up and reached for her clothes. "Well, anyway. We’re done. Pay me and I’ll get going."

Embarrassment burned under my skin. I had actually thought the new IBE points might be enough to get her off. Stupid. I needed a lot more investment in that stat if I didn’t want every future encounter to feel this one-sided and awkward.

I got up, still completely hard, and walked to the table where my wallet sat. I counted out two hundred and fifty and handed it to her. She took the cash without ceremony and started getting dressed.

My cock was still stiff and throbbing, the cool air making it worse. I tried to pull my boxers on, but the fabric caught awkwardly around the erection.

Star noticed and exhaled through her nose.

"Fuck. One round wasn’t enough for you?"

Well, she was right. One round wasn’t enough.

Before I could answer she stepped closer, pushed me lightly back until I sat on the edge of the chair, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her hand was warm and practiced. She started stroking with a steady, tight grip, twisting slightly on the upstroke.

"You’re still leaking," she muttered, using the leftover wetness to make the strokes smoother. Her other hand briefly cupped my balls, rolling them while she worked the shaft. The sight of her still half-dressed, t-shirt back on but not fully pulled down, yoga pants only halfway up her thighs, made it worse. Every firm stroke pulled another low sound out of me.

"You always this sensitive after?" she asked, not really expecting an answer.

Her grip tightened. She stroked him with short, focused motions, thumb sliding over the head on every upstroke and smearing the precum that kept beading there. The wet sound of it was embarrassingly loud in the quiet apartment.

"Fuck," I muttered, hips twitching despite myself.

Star gave a short, humorless huff. "Already twitching. You’re worse than some of the customers I’ve had, you know that, right?"

"I’m not..."

"You are." She squeezed a little harder, twisting her wrist on the next stroke. "Look at you. Still hard as a rock and leaking all over my hand two minutes after you already came."

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep still. It didn’t help. Every firm pass of her fingers sent another sharp pulse of pleasure up my spine. My cock flexed in her grip, another clear drop rolling down the shaft that she immediately used as lubricant.

"You’re not even trying to last, are you?" she said, almost amused now. "Or is this just what happens when you go two whole days without touching yourself?"

"It’s not..." My breath caught when she focused only on the head, rubbing tight circles under the ridge. "Shit..."

"There it is." She didn’t slow down. If anything she sped up, grip firm and relentless. "You’re about to make a mess again. I can feel it."

My thighs tensed. The chair creaked under me. I tried to warn her properly this time, but the words came out broken.

"I’m gonna... Star, I’m..."

"Already?" She kept stroking, eyes on my face. "You’re serious? That fast? Tell me when you’re cumming, okay?"

I couldn’t answer. My cock throbbed hard in her hand, the pressure building way too quickly. She gave two more tight, twisting strokes right over the head and I lost it.

A rough groan tore out of me as I came harder than the first time. Thick ropes shot up across her collarbone and spilled down onto the upper curve of her tits. The next pulse striped her cheek and the corner of her mouth. She kept her hand moving through it, milking every spurt until the last weaker throbs left me twitching and oversensitive in her grip.

Only then did she stop.

She looked down at the mess on her skin and shirt, still holding my cock loosely. "You were supposed to give a proper signal, you dirtbag," she said flatly. "Now look at me. Covered in cum! My god... I just washed these as well. What a mess."

"Shit... sorry." Star let go and stood there for a second, cum slowly sliding down her chest. "I couldn’t hold it in any longer."

"Fuck... you have a spare towel?"

"Yeah."

"Bring it to the bathroom. No way I’m leaving like this." She muttered, grabbing all her stuff. "God..."

"Sure... and sorry about that."

I grabbed a clean towel from the small pile near the bed and followed her as she walked toward the bathroom, still half-dressed and visibly annoyed.

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Sexual Encounter Completed

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REWARD(S): 0 EXP

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Zero EXP. Just zero? Not even one? Damn it.

Fucking hell. I had expected at least something, ten points, maybe. Instead the system gave me nothing. Pure embarrassment with no reward. I knew it was a bad idea and still went through with it. At least the original quest was marked complete.

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MAIN MENU

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NAME: Chance Brooks

LVL: 10 [215/557]

RANK: Homewrecker

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[ CORE STATS ]

> CHA: 25

> END: 11

> PER: 25

> LCK: 4

> IBE: 5

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[ ENERGY ]

> LUST: 200/200

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[ACTIVE PERKS: Expand]

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SIN POINTS: 1370

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As Star disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door, another window appeared.

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- DEBUFF FOR STATS

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- After that bad sexual encounter,

you suffer (-2) for PER.

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- Duration: 10hr

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Of course. The system rewarded competence and punished failure. Cumming too fast, letting her take complete control, treating the whole thing like a transaction I just wanted over with, it had all been a mess. I needed to be better. More confident. More in control.

Then a new quest appeared.

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REVENGE QUEST

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[!] MISSION:

Payback

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> OBJECTIVE:

Fuck Star, make her

climax twice. Using degrading

language is required.

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> REWARD:

+270 EXP

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Payback, huh? No deadline. That meant I could wait until my stats were higher, until I actually knew what I was doing. Then I’d call her again and wipe this embarrassment clean.

"Hey," Star called from the bathroom. The water started running. "Why isn’t the hot water coming?"

"It’s wired backwards," I called back. "Blue is hot. Red is cold. I’ll bring your towel in a second."

"Wired backwards?" She groaned. "I hate this damn house."

"I hate it more," I muttered under my breath. "Trust me."

A knock on the front door nearly stopped my heart. Then I heard a quiet, familiar cough. Sarah. Oh shit. Oh shit. Not now, not now!

I was still half-naked. The tied condom was on the floor. The sheets I’d laid out were still a mess. And a hooker was currently in my bathroom taking a shower. This was... BAD.

"I... I’m coming in a second!" I called out, voice tighter than I wanted.

"What did you say?" Star asked from behind the bathroom door.

I rushed over, cracked it open, and found her standing under the water, shampoo in her hair. She startled, then shut the water off and covered herself with one arm. Water ran down her dark skin, over her full breasts and stomach. Even panicked, I still noticed how good she looked.

Focus. "Someone’s here," I whispered. "You need to stay quiet, okay?"

"What?"

"Don’t turn the water back on. I’ll tell you when she leaves."

"You—"

This was a bad, bad, bad idea. But what choice did I have? Fuck, Sarah knew I was home. And if I just ignored her, she’d definetly feel insulted. I had to answer the door no matter what, or I could say goodbye to my favor points.

I shut the door on her protest, yanked my clothes on as fast as I could, shoved the sheets into the bedroom and locked that door, then grabbed the condom and tossed it in the kitchen trash. My hands were shaking.

"Are you okay, Chance?" Sarah’s voice came through the front door.

"Yeah, yeah. Coming. Sorry, I was working out."

I raked a hand through my hair, checked the room one last time, and opened the door. Sarah stood there with a warm smile, holding a small grocery bag. I could see some vegetables inside.

"I, uh, brought you some stuff," she said. "Hubert’s asleep. He didn’t want me making noise in the kitchen, so he said I could cook at Melina’s."

"Melina? Isn’t she at some family thing?"

"Exactly. That’s why I’m here." She smiled again. "Um... are you going to let me in?"

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. Come in."