Chapter 61: Ch61: First Impression

Time slipped by as work continued. The sun sank lower toward the horizon, painting the sky with the fading light of evening. Before long, it was time to close the shop.

Nyle rinsed his face, grabbed his belongings, and hurried out first, leaving the others to finish up.

’I can’t be late,’ he thought, raising a hand toward the road to flag down a taxi.

Only ten minutes remained before 5:30PM.

This was his only chance to meet Amelia, and he didn’t want to make a bad first impression by showing up late.

After all, as a wise man once said — first impressions is the last impressions.

...

Nyle stepped out of the taxi and glanced at his phone. 5:30 PM. Perfect timing. He hurried toward the hotel entrance and stepped inside. Just as he reached the lobby, his phone buzzed.

An unknown number.

*Buzz~*

Nyle answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Is this Nyle Frost?"

The voice on the other end was familiar.

It was Amelia.

After confirming his identity, she instructed him to take the elevator to the tenth floor and head to Room 10C.

A few minutes later...

*Knock. Knock.*

Nyle stood outside the door, his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him, as he lowered his gaze slightly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, doing his best to appear like a nervous, introverted young man.

*Click~*

The door suddenly opened.

Amelia appeared on the other side. The moment her eyes landed on him, they widened in surprise.

"You...?"

...

Nyle stepped inside, while Amelia sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, almost finished setting everything up. Her phone was mounted on a small tripod, positioned to capture the entire scene.

On the table was a spread of food — burgers, pizza, salads, and several other healthier dishes. At the center sat a small cake with "1,000,000 Subscribers" written across it, topped with a single candle.

In the meantime, she handed Nyle a party popper.

"Hold onto this. When I give you the signal after my intro, pop it, okay?"

Nyle nodded.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked, glancing at him with a friendly smile.

"Yeah, I’m fine," Nyle replied.

He tried to keep his expression composed, but his eyes betrayed him. They briefly drifted toward her round breasts before he quickly forced his gaze back to her face.

’Focus...’

He cleared his throat and sat a little straighter.

Amelia didn’t seem to notice as she made a final adjustment to the camera.

"Alright, I think we’re ready."

*Click*

The recording began.

"Hello, guys! Today is a very special day. We’ve finally reached the one million milestone! Yay!"

As she said the last word, Amelia gave Nyle’s thigh a light tap.

Nyle immediately pulled the string.

*POP!!*

The party popper exploded, sending a shower of colorful confetti into the air.

"As you can see, we have a lucky subscriber joining us today. Yay...!" Amelia said with a bright smile. "And if you want to join us in the future, make sure to like this video, follow me on Sinstagram, and leave a comment. Now, let’s get started, whoop~"

Nyle played along, lighting the candle, taking bites of pizza, salad, and the other dishes while chatting casually with her.

"Oh, so you’re a donut dipper?" Amelia asked, taking another bite.

"I... uh, I wouldn’t call myself that. I’d say I’m the one who prepares them," Nyle replied.

"Guys, did you know there’s a place called Delicacy Donuts around here?" Amelia said, turning her gaze toward the camera. "Make sure to check it out. I highly recommend it."

She then picked up her soft drink and took a sip.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Nyle’s lips. The drink contained the system capsules he had secretly slipped into it before the recording even began.

One Attraction capsule and two Aphrodisiac Capsules. They were already taking effect, slowly at first, but their effects were steadily catching up in intensity.

"Okay, we’ve got a lot of comments from you guys. Let’s do a Q&A session," said Amelia.

She reached for another phone. Unlike her main smartphone, this one looked old and worn, its yellowish case faded with age and a small crack running along the right corner of the screen.

She scrolled through the comments.

"What is your real name, and what motivates you to keep making videos like this? By the way, love your videos. This one is from Dihhpool."

She paused for a brief second.

"If you want to know my real name, follow me on Sinstagram," Amelia replied with a playful smile. "And what motivates me? It’s my passion for cooking. Next comment is—"

Amelia continued with the Q&A session while Nyle quietly sipped his soft drink.

Then he noticed something.

A faint red flush had begun to spread across Amelia’s cheeks. Even though the fan above them continued spinning, circulating cool air throughout the room, the warmth in her body didn’t seem to be fading.

If anything, it appeared to be growing stronger.

"Status," he whispered.

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<{ INSPECT }>

Name: Amelia West

Age: 31

Attraction: 36% ~> 56% ~> 67%

Loyalty: 1% ~> 2%

Lust: 45% ~> 57~> 67%

Description: A woman who craves attention yet keeps her desires hidden. She builds a life on social media and wears the face of a good, happy mother.

<[ SEX_LIFE: UNSATISFIED ]>

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"...So, agh, why is it so hot in here? Nyle, could you turn the fan up to its maximum speed, please?"

Amelia set her secondary phone on the table. Nyle nodded, stood, and slipped behind her, his hands cupped her round breasts.

"Eek! W-what are you doing?!" Her eyes went wide.

*Squeeze! Squeeze~ Squeeze! Squeeze~*

"Mnh~" A soft moan escaped her throat.

"Finally, these boobs are mine... it’s so soft. How do you feel, Amelia?" Nyle whispered, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

Amelia locked in place, flabbergasted. Her mind screamed at her to shove his hands away, to stop the slow, needy squeeze, yet her body stayed rooted, the faintest tremor running through her shoulders.

Her gaze flicked to the camera on the table. In the small screen she saw Nyle’s face — no longer the shy, innocent look from the start, but something sharper.

Something she didn’t expect him to be.