Chapter 53: Ch53: Task Completed

A sudden gush of white fluid sprayed over his groin and thighs, splattering the office floor beneath them in a messy, rain drops.

The way she squirted made her walls clamped down in tight, rhythmic spasms around his thick shaft, yet the sudden squeeze did nothing to his cock. It stayed stiff, as though immune to her climax, still grinding deep.

*Schlick~ Schlick~ Plap! Schlick~*

Within minutes he had driven past a hundred wet, thrusts into her pussy. Thick love juices leaked from around his cock in sticky strands, dripping onto the edge of the table, pooling there in a shiny puddle before slowly trailing down onto the floor.

A stubborn sense of belief settled cold and sharp in his mind as he forced himself to trust he could still finish the task and claim the additional exp. After all, everything came down to that extra exp.

"Yes... just right there, right there," Lana panted, voice breaking as she struggled for air.

Nyle locked his hips onto that exact angle and refused to shift, slamming into the same swollen, sensitive spot again and again and again with practiced precision.

Lana’s body melted under the relentless pressure. Pure bliss flooded her nerves until her thighs shook and low, helpless moans spilled from her throat with every hard pound.

...

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

"Mom, I brought your lunch," Queena’s clear voice called from the other side of the door.

Lana’s entire expression snapped tight the instant she heard her daughter. Panic flashed across her face.

"Uh... I already ate, sweetie."

But Queena wasn’t convinced. The trembling, strained quality of her mother’s voice leaking through the door only made the suspicion sharper.

"Are you alright, mom? What is this sound?" she asked, already turning the handle.

Meanwhile Lana’s hand shot back toward Nyle in a frantic, silent plea, fingers trembling as she gestured for him to slow down.

Nyle smirked, caught her wrist mid-air, pinned it flat against the table, and drove into her harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass never once breaking rhythm.

"I-I’m fine, sweetie. It’s just mommy is busy watching something spicy," Lana forced out through gritted teeth as another deep thrust wrenched a soft, involuntary sound from her throat.

A soft blush bloomed across Queena’s cheeks.

"Uh... okay, mom. Just keep the volume a bit low."

"I will, thanks sweetie," Lana answered quickly, the words almost cracking.

With that, Queena turned away with the lunch tray, eyes briefly flicking down to the burger, fries, and soft drink. But before she could take a step, something made her pause in the hallway, brows drawing together.

’Where is Nyle?’ Queena thought.

...

"What is this position... ahhn~ it’s so deep—" Lana gasped, glancing over her shoulder.

"It’s called carry the donut," Nyle said, grabbing her legs with his arms like a handcart.

The new pose forced his cock deeper, the tip kissing her cervix with a delicate, soft, wet smooch before he pulled all the way back and drove deep again.

*Plap!*

"Hnhh...! So... good mmhnn~," she moaned, voice low.

Pound after pound Nyle crossed half the number, hips slamming forward with heavy force, yet his cock stayed thick and straining — nowhere near release.

Thick veins dragged along her soaked walls; every thrust shoved her forward on the table, breasts bouncing hard, nipples scraping the cool wooden surface.

Even so he quickened his pace in a sudden flash of motion, the new rhythm locking Lana’s broken moans onto the exact same musical note — high, shaky, perfect for laying a beatbox track over.

*Plap~ Plap! Plap! Plap~ Plap~ plap...*

"Mhn~ Ngh! Mhn! Anh~ Anh~ ahh..."

...

A blue translucent screen appeared in his vision.

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Task 1: Completed.

Reward: +500Exp, +6 Upgrade points, +7 Trade coins has been deposited.

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’Oh wow... I never imagined it would finish this fast,’ Nyle thought, hips still driving his cock into her pussy. ’Man, it feels so good fucking her. But it’s time for me to grab some extra exp.’

Yet just as the thought formed, his cock gave a heavy, warning throb.

The last traces of the lube were fading fast.

Raw sensation rushed back through every nerve ending, her walls clamping down with the same tightness they had shown from the very first thrust — hot, greedy, and determined not to let him go.

’Shit, I’ve got to do something. I can’t cum right now,’ he thought.

First he tried slowing his pace, but it backfired at once. The reduced rhythm only made his cock swell thicker, each slow drag along her inner walls sending sharper pulses of pleasure up his spine.

Second he pulled free of her pussy, desperate to ease the heat.

Cool air kissed the soaked length of him.

Lana’s eyes flashed with irritation. "Why did you pull it out? I’m so fucking hot... shove it back."

After a quick pause he shoved it home again. Her walls seized him instantly, the sudden wet squeeze almost tearing the orgasm out of him. Thick pressure built at the base of his cock, seed threatening to flood her.

The sensation kept giving him the same sharp, urgent warning.

But just then an idea erupted in his mind.

’If seventeen divided by seventy-seven... it’s giving me forty-seven. Now I take the four in hand and four divides seven... twenty-eight plus the four, that’s thirty-two—’

Nyle began running random calculations in his head, forcing his mind onto cold numbers instead of the scorching heat gripping him.

Distraction was the key to success — at least in this case.

To his surprise, the stupid idea was working.

His cock began easing itself down, the heavy throb fading into something manageable. Also, he kept his eyes fixed on the far wall, refusing to look at her body — knowing even a single glance would make him bust on the spot.

*Plap! Plap Plap! Plap!*

Each thrust was an additional two exp.

Thinking about it, his strategic mind ran a quick calculation: after the task completed, he still needed at least three hundred more to hit the next level. But the real question was whether he could actually last that long?