Marinette’s thoughts beca more scattered as sensations took over, matching his intensity with her hips rising to et him, driving him deeper inside her.
Their skin was slick with sweat, making their movents slippery and urgent. She felt the pressure building to an overwhelming peak as her body responded eagerly.
Jason grunted with effort as he neared climax, encouraged by her responses. He reached between them to rub her clitoris in firm circles, pushing her closer to release. She arched off the bed, a moan escaping her as orgasm washed over her, her muscles tightening rhythmically around him, drawing him in with each spasm.
Her intense release triggered his own, and he thrust one last ti, fully inside her as he ca, warm waves flooding her, extending her pleasure.
They rode out the waves together, bodies entwined in ecstasy until exhaustion took over. Jason collapsed beside her, still twitching inside her.
Marinette lay panting, her mind slowly clearing but too tired to fully process everything, a satisfied glow settling over her despite the situation. The blanket was tangled around them as their breathing evened out, and she drifted back to sleep, the night’s events fading into a dreamlike state.
Jason watched her briefly, a satisfied smirk on his lips, knowing he had earned his reward and perhaps sothing more complex.
[You have conquered Marinette!]
[Exceptional Achievent!]
[Reward: $100,000,000 has been deposited into your account along with a Lamborghini sports car. The key is in your inventory!]
[Level up! --> Level 2]
"Finally..." he whispered softly as he looked at the glowing screen.
This was pure joy, and he had also leveled up. Morning would bring questions, but in this mont, everything felt right as their connection was forged in the heat of unexpected passion.
He pulled her closer, her head resting on his chest, and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. The clock on the nightstand ticked quietly, marking ti while city lights twinkled outside the window.
Marinette stirred slightly in her sleep, a small smile on her lips, her body still buzzing from the aftershocks of pleasure. She was still very much intoxicated by the experience.
Jason’s hand rested possessively on her hip, silently marking the woman who had unknowingly beco his conquest. As the hours went by, the room grew cooler, and the blanket offered little protection against the night’s chill.
When dawn finally arrived, casting a pale light through the curtains, Marinette would awaken to the reality of what had happened. Clearly, Jason intended to leave the room before that mont.
He hoped she wouldn’t rember their encounter once she was fully sober.
Now that he owned a car — one worth over half a million, though he had no explanation for how he had beco wealthy enough to afford it — he didn’t care much. Moreover, he now had enough money to change everything.
***
Jason quietly closed the door behind him, leaving the room peaceful as he stepped into the hallway. The house was filled with a calm stillness that matched his mood, since his thoughts were already focused on what awaited him in his account. His phone screen still showed the number, as if the device needed his constant attention in case it changed.
He glanced at it once more, wanting to morize the sight. One hundred million dollars was now under his na... How unbelievable was that?
No, correction... How much richer could he possibly beco?
Knowing that his rewards weren’t losing value was enough to make him want to run around in pure joy, because...
What if his next reward exceeded a billion?
Forget that.
Jason took the car key from the system’s inventory and placed it in his drawer once he was in his room, almost as if to ensure he kept it as a symbol of his achievent.
This was true luck! Yes, the Lamborghini sports car was one of his dream cars.
The car key sparkled in his drawer like a precious gem, reminding him that the entire evening had taken a stranger turn than he had expected. He locked his room door, set his phone on the table, and sat down for a mont, his hand covering his mouth.
Such an amount required careful planning. A reckless person might treat it as a gift from fate, but Jason had no intention of acting foolishly just because this staggering wealth had entered his life. He reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts.
It was clear who the first person he wanted to call was.
lissa, the bank manager, could expertly handle the account; she probably already knew which matters needed imdiate attention. He pressed call and held the phone to his ear. After two rings, her polished voice ca through.
"Hey, Jason, you rarely call at this hour. Is sothing urgent?"
"Yes, I need you to look at my account. Check the latest incoming transfer. Don’t take any action until you verify it."
"You sound unusually serious. Hold on, I’ll check."
He waited patiently, knowing the shock would co once her system processed the figure. A faint breath was heard over the line, then silence, followed by a pause as if she thought her screen had malfunctioned.
"Jason... I need to ask you directly. Are you saying this transfer is legitimate?"
"That is the reason I called. Verify it thoroughly before considering anything else. I want a complete check on authenticity and any related alerts."
Of course, he knew it was entirely real, but where is the fun if you cannot toy with soone’s mind a little, make them see you as just another person who is shocked, speechless, confused, and unaware, while you are actually the complete opposite.
It was called... um, Chess, right? Yeah, probably that, but in seven dinsions.
"I feel like I should sit down," she whispered, still stunned. "Let put you on a brief hold. I need to contact compliance to confirm the sender, the transaction path, authentication, and to check for any flags."
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