Chapter 271: Chapter 271
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- Sexual Activity Completed
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Partner: Threeso
EXP Gained:
300
Good-Hearted Bonus:
30
Star Rating: 3.1 ★★★
Reason: You ca too early.
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Bliss Multiplier: 30c
Mystery Chest Earned
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Well, I could’ve done better, but after hearing what Minne said, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I let go. At least I got so rewards for it, and a mystery chest.
The chest gave
fifty more gold, bringing my total to...
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SHOP
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?? Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)
?? Silk Lingerie Set (25c)
?? Sensual Massage Oil (15c)
?? Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)
?? Flirt Potion (20c)
?? Hypnotic Perfu (40c)
?? Ti Stop (90c)
?? 500 Dollars (50c)
?? 1 Ability Point (150c)
?? 1 Mastery Point (160c)
?? Main Quest Unlock (Bought)
?? Desire Aura (100c)
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Credits: 2182c
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Nice. Every ti I opened the shop, that one mastery point always seed to blink at . It was tempting, but no. I decided to wait and level up first, see if any new items popped up, then I’d make my decision.
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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 12)
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Age: 21
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 75 kg
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EXP: [█████████??] 3478/3491
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God, I was so close to leveling up. But, of course, the system penalized
for climaxing too early. Eh, whatever. Hearing those words from Minne made
feel a lot better, anyway.
This girl... I swear...
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This was it.
I eased the car up to the side curb and killed the engine. The snow-speckled windshield went quiet, the heater humd, and for a second I just stared at myself in the rearview mirror. Charm skill doing its job, hair looking decent, face sharp. I still wanted to level that skill up more, see how far I could push it, but credits were tight... well, not tight but I just wanted to save them for later.
"Co on, Evan," I muttered at my reflection. "It’s just dinner. Friendly dinner. She isn’t gonna confess."
But who the hell was I kidding? I literally heard her talking with Kayla. Of course she was going to confess. And I’d never rejected a woman before. Not properly. What was I even going to say if she actually... said it? Damn.
I opened the door, stepped out, and the cold punched
right in the face. Snow was falling hard now, fat flakes sticking to my hair and coat instantly. I locked the car and hurried toward her building, hands tucked deep into my pockets, boots crunching in the snow.
I raised my hand to knock.
The door opened before I touched it.
ndy stood there in the warm yellow glow of her hallway. I stepped inside quickly, shaking the cold off my shoulders, exhaling in relief.
"Hey," she said softly. "I’m really glad you ca."
"Hi," I replied, turning toward her—and froze for a second.
Holy hell.
ndy wasn’t wearing her usual t-shirts or comfy sweaters. Her long, straight dark hair fell over her shoulders, smooth and shiny, and the dress... wow.
It was a long, elegant wine-red dress that hugged her sides and flowed down her legs. Thin straps on her shoulders. A soft V-shaped neckline that showed just enough cleavage to make my heartbeat tick up. She’d even done light makeup—subtle lipstick, eyeliner, cheeks a little rosier than usual.
"Oh... wow," I let slip. "You look... really good."
Her cheeks went red in an instant. "T-thanks. I just... bought this, so I thought I’d try it on. For tonight."
"Yeah?" I said with a small smile. "It’s perfect. Looks great on you."
"You’re making
blush," she murmured, giving an awkward, shy little laugh.
"Sorry," I chuckled. "I an it, though."
"Oh! I’ll get your jacket."
I shrugged off my jacket, and she took it gently, hanging it on the rack like it was sothing fragile. I pulled my gloves, shoved them into the coat, and rubbed my hands together to get so warmth back.
ndy motioned toward the living room. "Shall we?"
"Yep." I followed her in. "Sorry I ca in just sweaters and pants. Didn’t know the dinner had a dress code."
She snorted, nudging my shoulder lightly. "There wasn’t a dress code. Trust ."
We both laughed awkwardly. That kind of laugh where you don’t know where to look next.
I sat on the single couch, and she sat on the double—closest to , angled toward . Then she paused, smacked her forehead lightly with her palm, then got up after two seconds.
"I forgot. Do you want sothing to drink?"
"Got a soda?"
"Penelope might’ve brought so yesterday," she said, heading to the kitchen. "Let
check."
I watched her cross the kitchen tiles, her hips swaying under the red fabric. When she bent down to open the fridge, the dress stretched just enough for
to notice how round her ass actually was.
Kayla still held first place... but ndy wasn’t far behind at all.
Nah, no. No. Focus, Evan. You’re not here for that.
She lit up when she found a soda, twisted the cap off, and handed it to
on her way back. She returned to the kitchen for her own drink and poured herself so orange juice.
When she sat again, she tucked one leg under the other, subtle but cute.
"So," I said, leaning back. "How’re you doing lately?"
"Good," she said. "I, um... moved the couches. If you noticed."
"Oh yeah," I nodded. "This single one used to be over there, and that double one was near the window."
"Mm." She smiled shyly. "Just... trying new things. I got bored yesterday and wanted to rearrange."
"I get that. Sotis you just need a change of scenery."
We both sipped our drinks, letting a quiet mont settle. I kept shifting my eyes—bottle, carpet, table—doing anything not to stare too long at her. Knowing what I knew made the air feel thick.
"Are you hungry?" she asked finally. "I made lasagna. And banana pudding for dessert."
I whistled. "Banana pudding? I might skip dinner and go straight for that."
"You love desserts?"
"Not really," I shrugged. "But banana ones? Yeah. Those are my weaknesses."
She smiled wider, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Good to know."
We took another sip, and the silence returned—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. More like both of us felt sothing hovering in the air, waiting for the right mont... or the wrong one.
Maybe this awkwardness would save . Maybe she’d rethink confessing because the vibe was off.
God, I hoped so.
"Uh..." I started, searching for sothing, anything, to bridge the silence. "Kayla was really nice, right?"
"Yes!" ndy brightened imdiately. "She even helped
pick this dress."
"Oh? So you got help from her?"
She froze for half a second, eyes widening like she’d said sothing she wasn’t supposed to. "It’s... kind of. I just wanted to make sure it fit
properly."
"Hmm." I finished the last sip of my soda and set the bottle on the coffee table. "Well, shall we eat? I’m starving."
"Of course." She stood up so quickly the hem of her dress swayed. "I’ll get the table rea—"
My phone rang sharply. I held up a finger to her and fished it out. Tuck. That probably ant sothing important.
"Sorry. Work stuff," I said.
"No problem," she said with a warm smile. "I’ll get the table ready while you talk."
I nodded gratefully and slipped toward the sliding glass door, entering the back garden. The mont I stepped outside, the cold air slapped
across the face. The snow layering the garden tiles glittered under the porch lights. I shut the glass door softly, swiped up, and answered.
"Big T," I said. "What’s up?"
He greeted
instantly with the n-word, his signature way of saying hello. "Listen, my man—are you in trouble?"
"What?"
"A chick ca into the gas station, yo," he said. "Tall, stacked, full-on milf energy. Na’s Carrie."
"Ah." I dragged a hand down my face. "What did she want?"
"Dirt on you," he said. "She said she’d pay for any kinda information."
"Damn... that bitch." My jaw clenched. "What did you tell her?"
"Nothin’, man. You know how it is. We tight."
"Thanks."
"I looked her up too. This woman is loaded, bro. Like she wipes her ass with money."
"Yeah, I know." I muttered. "She and I aren’t exactly friends."
"Why not?"
"I’ll explain later." I exhaled, breath fogging in front of . "Just stay away from her. And let
know if she shows up again."
"Aight, man. Stay safe."
"You too, T."
I hung up and squeezed the phone in my hand, staring through the glass at the dark reflection of the snowy backyard. Carrie wasn’t just pissed—she was actively digging. Looking for dirt, tapping people I knew. All because her son wanted Kim like she was so collectible toy.
She wasn’t all bark. Not at all.
I just didn’t know what the hell I could do about it right now.
Behind , the door slid open again. Warmth flooded out and ndy peeked outside, her hair brushing her shoulder.
"It’s ready," she said gently.
"Great." I forced a smile and stepped back inside, trying to leave the anger out on the snow.
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