Chapter 51: Ch51: Lunch Time

A POV photo of a computer screen appeared on his phone, accompanied by a caption: "You got me this time."

Nyle reacted with a smirk emoji, as his salary had increased by ten percent.

A faint smile crept across his face.

...

Hours later, Nyle lay on his bed with his legs crossed, watching Metube on his phone.

A recommended video suddenly appeared on his screen.

The moment he saw the thumbnail, his eyes narrowed.

It was a video uploaded just eight hours ago by none other than Amelia, (Bran’s mother) — and it had been filmed at the donut shop where Nyle worked.

As it turned out, Amelia had visited the shop yesterday, joined the donut sale, and even filmed a review promoting the place.

Nyle stared at the video for a moment, his expression becoming increasingly curious.

The way she ate the donut made his little bro give a faint twitch.

’Damn, look at her lips. I wish I was that donut,’ he thought, as he locked onto her puffy lips.

Just then, a new post appeared on her channel.

She was looking for a lucky subscriber to film a video with. The winner would get the chance to meet her, have a meal together, and appear in a video that would later be uploaded to Metube.

Reading the post, Nyle instantly typed a comment.

"Love your videos 3000. I wish I could be that lucky subscriber."

Within moments, several other fans began flooding the post with comments of their own.

Nyle switched between his Metube accounts, fake temporary accounts, and left comments on her posts, filling her comment section with as many entries as possible and increasing his chances of being chosen.

The lucky winner would be selected within twenty-four hours.

...

The next day at the Delicacy Donut Shop, everything seemed perfectly normal.

Nyle dipped the donuts in glaze alongside Simon, while Franco worked the dough and Antonio stood by the fryer, flipping the donuts as they cooked.

Everything was just as it usually was, until Lana stepped inside in tight jeans, a casual summer T-shirt, sunglasses resting atop her head and eyes darted straight to the station where Nyle worked.

Her presence made his cock hungry and his heartbeat quickened for a brief second.

"Good morning, boys," she said in a warm tone, walking past the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mrs. Lana."

Nyle and the others greeted her back with genuine smiles. But before she headed to her office, she stepped closer to each station and gave a quick inspection, like a food officer.

Once she finished checking, Lana left the kitchen.

Almost at once, Nyle’s phone buzzed with a message from Lana: "lunch time" followed by a water-droplets emoji.

A mischievous smile crossed his face.

"What happened? Why are you smiling like that?" Simon asked.

Nyle stayed calm and turned his phone face-down. "Nothing, it’s just a meme."

With a right hand swipe in the air he opened the system panel and checked his Daily Tasks, as he hadn’t looked at them yet.

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<{ Daily Tasks }> <{ 18:42:09 remaining }>

1. Pound a MILF for at least 500 hard thrusts deep in her pussy before you cum. Every extra thrust after the limit is crossed will stack +2 Exp. Reward: +6Upgrade points, +7 Trade coins, +500 Exp.

2. Reach level 6. Reward: +3 Upgrade points, +4 Trade coins.

3. Fuck Fiona in front of her husband for two straight hours. Reward: +60 Trade coins, +5500Exp.

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’What the fuck is this third task? It’s the same as yesterday’s, just switched with Fiona,’ Nyle muttered under his breath.

While he worked, his mind ran a deep calculation.

The first task was necessary to complete — the additional Exp would push him closer to level 6. That meant he couldn’t cum once he crossed the 500. If he did, there would be no extra Exp, which meant he would have to last way longer without cumming.

The problem was, Nyle wasn’t sure he could complete this task. Although he could go for hours pounding like a beast — but holding back without cumming inside had always been his weakness until now.

’What can I do to achieve this?’ he pondered, searching his mind for a strategic solution.

Then he understood one thing: the system was pushing his limits, testing his behaviour and his thrust capacity, making the challenge harder and harder.

At least, that was the conclusion he came to.

...

Lunch time had arrived. While the other workers were having their lunch, Nyle sneaked into the office where he spotted Lana in her chair, doing something on her laptop.

As he closed in, he found she was watching porn.

"Oh wow... and here I thought you were doing some important, work," Nyle said, standing behind her, his hands sliding into her cleavage like a snake going for her soft breasts.

"It is important," she replied, pulling out her earbuds and setting them aside. "Remember your demands?"

Nyle gave a small nod.

"I made it to five thousand xollars per month," she said. "But— hold on, but only at a cost."

He frowned.

"What cost?"

Lana gave a soft chuckle and turned her gaze. "It’s just... whenever I want you, need you, you need to be present and ready to pull your gun out."

Nyle gave a firm squeeze to her boobs through her T-shirt. "Like this?"

*Squeeze~ Squeeze~*

"Mhn... yes, just like this," she breathed.

For a moment he massaged her breasts while giving her earlobe a gentle, possessive bite.

Lana stood, pulling her T-shirt off and dropping it onto the table, the bra straps now fully on display.

It didn’t take him long to guess.

With one hand he unhooked the bra and let it fall to the table.

"What? I’ve never seen anyone pull a bra off like that," she murmured.

Meanwhile Nyle pulled his own T-shirt off and hugged her from behind, his chest pressed against her back, warm and solid.

"You don’t even know how hard I’m going to use this body once I start," he murmured close to her ear.