She laughed breathlessly, still panting. "Fuck… you really filled me up… look at that mess."

I smirked, wiping sweat from my brow. "You took it like a champ. Felt so fucking good… your ass gripping me while you came… perfect."

She looked down at the cum dripping from her ass, then back at me, eyes still hazy. "Next time… maybe warn me before you decide to ruin me in my own office."

"I already did. Today."

"How about you warn me a day before it?" She smirked.

I chuckled. "Deal. But you loved it."

She smiled weakly. "Yeah… I did."

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 16)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 kg

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EXP: [███░░░░░░░] 4647/7901

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I grabbed my pants from the floor, pulled them on quick, and buckled the belt with a sharp click. Leaning against the door, I watched Nala walk to her desk on shaky legs. She grabbed a box of tissues, pulling one out with trembling fingers, and started wiping the cum from her thighs—slow, careful strokes up her inner legs, then turning slightly to clean her ass, the white streaks glistening under the office lights. Damn, it was hot—seeing her like that, composed boss lady turning into this, cleaning my mess with that faint blush on her cheeks. My cock throbbed in my pants again, stirring despite everything. I'd go at her right there if we had time, but we didn't. This was her damn office.

Now that I'd fucked her ass and completed the 'Open Space' quest, the system chimed. Seductive Allure unlocked, plus 500 credits. With the 540 I'd just earned, that put me at 2242c. Perfect. I had credits to burn, so I bought another Mastery Evolve and slotted it into Bliss Multiplier. Now it gave 100% of earned EXP as credits. Damn.

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point +30 (200c)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

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Credits: 742c

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I chuckled under my breath, struggling to tear my eyes away from Nala cleaning herself. Fuck it. I walked over to her desk, grabbed another handful of tissues from the box, and knelt slightly to help—wiping the last streaks from her thighs, gentle but firm, fingers brushing her skin.

Nala glanced down, pausing mid-wipe, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks. You don't have to."

"Hey," I said, looking up at her with a grin. "At least let me clean the mess I made, huh?"

She rolled her eyes but leaned into it a little, letting me finish. "Fine. Boss approves."

As I tossed the used tissues in her trash bin and stood up, exhaling slow, I pulled up my stats.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 13

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Seductive Allure (☐)

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▩▩▩▩▩)

◆ Luck: 1

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7 Unused Ability Points

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Seductive Allure boosted Charm in places like clubs and bars. Somewhat useless skill, to be fair. But hey, better than nothing.

"Unlock the door," Nala said, sitting back in her chair, fixing her skirt with careful tugs. "God, I hope no one noticed it, Evan."

"Calm down." I smirked as I walked to the door and unlocked it. "We were quick about it, right?"

"I screamed a lot," she said, rubbing her butt lightly. "It's all your fault. Why did you have to fuck me like that?"

"Fuck like what?" I asked as I walked to the dashboard, unfreezing the glass with a few taps.

"Ugh, you know what I mean." She shook her head, cheeks still flushed. "God, it hurts a little."

"A little?" I laughed. "Damn, I must've not worked you off then."

"Oh, come on." She chuckled, waving a hand. "Come on, leave, Mr. Secretary. Or people'll get the wrong idea."

"Which wrong idea would be the correct one?"

She shook her head again, smiling despite herself. I looked out the now-clear glass—hallway empty, no one around. Then I quickly walked back to her, leaned down, and kissed her on the lips—soft, lingering. She got a little shy, cheeks pinkening again, then waved me off with a small laugh.

I left the room, closing the door softly behind me, and walked back to my desk.

I sat down, leaned back in the chair, and exhaled. Nala was just the cutest—trying to act all professional after screaming my name against her own office window. Fuck. I loved her.

"Now I have to fuck Carrie one last time," I muttered under my breath. "Then I can finally get rid of this Sadist reputation with the credits I'm going to earn."

I leaned back in my chair and stared up at the ceiling. My eyes traced the faint cracks and uneven paint, but my mind wasn't really on anything. I wasn't planning, worrying, or replaying memories. I was just… empty for a moment, letting time pass.

My phone buzzing snapped me out of it.

I frowned slightly and reached into my pocket, pulling it out. The caller ID showed Cora's name.

"Hello?" I said as I lifted the phone to my ear. "Cora?"

"Esme," Esme corrected in a bored, flat tone. "How are you, Evan?"

"I'm good," I replied. "Don't you have your own phone? Why are you calling from your sister's?"

"Mine's charging," she said. "I was too lazy to go get it."

"Oh. Right." I smiled faintly. "So… did something happen?"

"My sister masturbated with the teddy bear you bought for me," she said casually. "She was grinding on it. Now it's wet. So my teddy is basically hers now."

I froze for half a second. "Oh. That's…" I cleared my throat. "Okay. Yeah. That's… wow."

"Can you buy me another one?" she asked, completely unfazed.

"S-sure," I said. "Hey, remember that anime convention I told you about?"

"Yes?"

"Nala told me they'll have carnival-style games where you can win prizes," I explained. "How about we play those, and if we win, I'll give you one from there?"

"Too much effort," she muttered. "Ugh. Why is my sister such a horny woman?"

"Hey, heat of the moment," I chuckled. "I think. I don't know. Anyway, I'll let you know when the convention happens, okay?"

"Okay, Evan," she said. "Thank you."

"Yeah," I replied. "Sorry about your teddy. But don't worry. We'll get you a new one. A better one."

"I hope so," she muttered. "Bye-bye."

"Bye," I said.

I ended the call and slipped my phone back into my pocket, leaning back again. Cora was definitely out of line this time, even by her standards. Still, judging by Esme's tone, she didn't seem all that bothered.

Come to think of it, Esme rarely seemed to care about anything at all.

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I was outside under the TechForge building's awning, hood pulled up, letting the rain hit the concrete just past the edge of the shelter. It wasn't pouring, just a steady, gentle drizzle that blurred the city lights and made everything smell like wet asphalt and ozone. I leaned one shoulder against the pillar and took a slow drag from my cigarette, exhaling upward and watching the smoke mix with the rain-heavy air.

A few other people were out there too. The entrance sat above a short flight of stairs, and along the railings people lingered in their own little bubbles. Two guys were hunched over takeout cups of noodles, steam fogging up their glasses as they talked about some deadline they were definitely going to miss. Someone else was scrolling on their phone with one hand, cigarette glowing in the other. It was one of those quiet, shared moments where nobody interacted, but everyone existed together anyway.

I took another drag and tilted my head back, eyes following the clouds crawling across the sky. The rain dotted my hood with a soft, rhythmic tapping that almost put me at ease.

The automatic doors slid open behind me with a soft hiss.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Amelia step out, her coat pulled tight around her, glasses already speckled with rain. She hesitated at the top of the stairs like she was bracing herself.

I flicked the cigarette away, watching the butt tumble down the steps before landing near a drain, and gave her a small nod.

"Ready for your lesson?" I asked.

"Y-yeah," she said, her voice a little shaky. She took a breath, then let it out slowly. "I think I am. I'm excited. Or nervous. I don't know which one it is anymore."

"Probably both," I said. "Come on. It'll be fine. And honestly? It might even be fun."

"Mm…"

She gave a tight smile and nodded.

We went down the stairs together, the rain growing a little louder as we stepped out from under the awning. The parking lot stretched out in front of us, half-full, the painted lines glistening under the overhead lights. My car sat near the edge, water beading on the hood.

Amelia slowed when we reached it.

"You're driving," I said, tossing her the keys.

She caught them with a surprised little gasp. "Right. Yes. Driving."

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