I pushed a few more times, delivering heavy, grounding micro-thrusts to squeeze out the absolute last drops of my climax, pletely coating the inside of her mouth.
Finally, I slowly pulled my shaft free with a loud, wet slurp. Minne immediately gasped for air, coughing softly as thick lines of saliva and white cum stringed from her lips. But I wasn’t entirely finished messing with her yet.
I shifted my stance, leaning over her face, and lowered my heavy, sweat-slicked balls directly onto her flushed skin. I dragged them slowly across her cheeks, her nose, and her forehead, gathering up the messy mixture of her running mascara, her spilled saliva, and the stray streaks of my own cum.
Once they were fully coated in the mess, I pressed my sac right against her lips, forcing them apart. "Clean it up, Minne. Suck them clean."
She opened her mouth submissively, taking my balls straight into her mouth. She began to lazily lick and suck on them, her wet tongue working to clean the fluids from the skin, her eyes looking up at me with absolute, unconditional devotion. The contrast of the cool air and her hot tongue felt pletely awesome, sending a soft shiver of pleasure through my lower half.
After a long moment, I took a step back, letting my softening cock slip free as I stood up fully to look down at her.
She was pletely, utterly ruined. Sprawled flat on her back on the messy coffee table, her maid outfit pletely disheveled, her face a chaotic disaster of smeared makeup, dripping saliva, and fresh cum. She lay there panting, her chest heaving, a totally broken but blissful smile plastered across her face.
"Clean up yourself, honey," I exhaled, running a hand through my hair as the intense adrenaline rush finally began to cool down. "Tell me when dinner is ready, okay?"
"Y-yesh... Master..." she mumbled sleepily, her voice thick and pletely slurred as she slowly dragged a hand across her messy chin, trying to blink away the haze of her massive release.
As I stepped away from the couch, a crisp blue interface screen materialized in the air before me, the text glowing with a sharp, digital hum that always made my chest swell with a sense of pure achievement.
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Sexual Activity pleted
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Partner: Minne
EXP Gained: 1220
Star Rating: 4.5
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Bliss Multiplier: 1830c
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Still pletely naked, carrying nothing but my clothes and the smoking cylinder, I walked back over to the large glass doors and stepped out into the enclosed balcony.
I walked over to the plush sunbed in the center and lay down flat on my back. My muscles felt heavy, a deep, pervasive tiredness setting into my limbs that felt entirely earned.
Lying there in the quiet, my mind involuntarily began to drift backward, wandering into the dusty corners of my past. I remembered my old life. I remembered the suffocating weight of that cramped, dingy old apartment, the peeling wallpaper, and the constant, low-grade anxiety of a mind-numbing, boring job that paid just enough to keep me alive but pletely starved of actual purpose. Back then, I was basically just waiting to die under the radar, another nameless face drowning in the mundane routine of a world that didn’t care if I existed.
And now? Now look at me.
I couldn’t help but smile. "Dman... this feels good..."
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Evan Marlowe [Level 22]
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EXP: 3220/ 41895
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Current Credits: 33830c
Current SC: 312
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Ivy finally left the apartment and started walking toward my car. Holy hell, she looked amazing. She was wearing the same gray dress I had bought for her, along with the same black high heels. Her hair had been styled so that the ends fell in soft waves, and she had a little makeup on too, though it was hard to tell from where I was standing because of the darkness outside.
She opened the car door and climbed in, shifting in her seat before closing it behind her. For a few seconds, she did not say anything. Instead, she grabbed her phone, opened the camera, and turned on the overhead light so she could check herself in the reflection. After a moment, she seemed satisfied and turned to me with a smile.
"How do I look?"
"Ten out of ten," I said. "How do I look?"
"Acceptable."
I put the car in reverse. "Ouch."
We rolled out onto the road, and Ivy checked herself on the phone one more time before fixing her hair and tightening her tie slightly. Then she put the phone away and settled back in her seat.
"So, who are these rich friends you got?" I asked.
"Just some old friends from university," she said with a small exhale. "You probably know Cole. You’ve seen him a couple of times."
"Can’t say I do," I replied, shrugging. "Bad memory."
"Or selective memory," she said with a quiet chuckle. "How can you not remember Cole? You beat him at rock paper scissors four times in a row."
I shrugged again, and she scoffed before looking out the window.
The night was darker than usual, with the moon hidden behind thick clouds and a light drizzle still falling across the city. I always liked driving at night. It made everything feel calmer somehow, and it was easier to forget how tired I was when the road was quiet and the city lights blurred past the windows.
My phone rang in my pocket.
I pulled it out and saw an unknown number. Curious, I switched off the Bluetooth so the call would not e through the car speakers, then answered it.
"Hello?"
"Tomorrow. Pawnshop," a voice said. "Nine in the morning."
Then the call ended.
Fuck. That had to be Brok.
I was not backing down from the deal. No way. He had ten million hanging over his head now, and if he tried to play me, I would go straight to the police with every file I had on him. The bastard had been trying to steal Eleanor’s life from her and turn her into his own personal victim, and God only knew what he would do if I left him alone with her.
The worst part was that Mark did not seem to care about his sister at all. That man was her own brother, her own blood, and all he cared about was his gambling addiction and how much more money he could squeeze out of everyone around him so he could keep feeding it.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and let out a breath.
Tomorrow at nine, then.
"Who was it?" Ivy asked.
"Probably a scam call," I said with a smile.
"Mm." She nodded. "They call me too. Idiots."
"Yep."
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