Chapter 18: Chapter 18
I crouched down and started undoing the ss they’d made. I popped the screws loose one by one, tal squeaking against wood, then flipped the first leg around and tightened it in properly. My fingers were already getting sore, but at least now it looked like a table instead of so cursed art project.
I reached for the second leg, bracing it against my knee while I twisted the screwdriver hard. The wood groaned, settling into place. Sweat dripped down my temple.
When I glanced up, Tom was standing right there, hovering over
like a shadow. Arms folded, head tilted, just watching what I was doing.
"I got this one," I muttered, flashing him a quick look before turning back to the screws. "You can rest. You seem tired as well."
"Oh, I’m fine," Tom said, tone flat, like he was trying to prove sothing.
"Hmm," I answered, not pushing it. My focus went back to the table, but my ears picked up the faint sound of water rushing through pipes. The shower had kicked on.
Imdiately, my brain betrayed . I pictured Kim peeling that sweaty tanktop off her body, shorts sliding down those thick thighs, steam wrapping around her curves. Her tits heavy, bouncing slightly as she moved. The image of water sliding over her smooth armpits and dripping down between them hit
like a damn truck. My cock twitched against my jeans. Christ... I needed to stop imagining my neighbor’s naked body while her boyfriend was standing two feet away.
"You really understand this stuff, huh?" Tom said, breaking my dirty thoughts.
"Worked in a warehouse for a while," I muttered, screwing the leg in tight, the tal biting into wood. "Lot of furniture, lot of busted crap. You pick up a thing or two."
He humd. "Lucky. I just see a bunch of numbers and wood."
"Yeah, it’s not as scary as it looks. Just needs patience." I smirked, twisting one final screw with a grunt.
I kept working on the table, trying to push the image of Kim away...
The shower cut off after a few minutes. Pipes rattled as silence filled in its place. I didn’t look toward the hallway, didn’t have to—my brain already filled in the blanks: Kim stepping out dripping wet, towel sliding over that soft skin. Fuck.
I shoved the thought away and kept working. Screws in. Tighten. Shift the weight. Balance the fra. Easy.
Then her voice. "How’s it going?"
I glanced up, and there she was walking into the room, hair damp and sticking to her neck, skin fresh and flushed from the heat. New outfit: red tanktop, black hotpants that barely clung to her hips. Christ—they were shorter than the first pair. My eyes dragged without permission, and Tom caught it. He noticed. But he didn’t say a word. Just stood there, silent, letting the mont hang in the air.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to look back at the damn table. My throat dry. Hands tightening on the screwdriver.
Still, my gaze flickered. To the smooth line of her armpit as she reached up to tug her hair back. To the way her thighs pressed together when she shifted weight from one foot to the other. What I wouldn’t do to slide my cock into that slick, warm crease of her armpit, feel it wrapped and tight around . Or to get my dick crushed between those thighs, suffocated in heat. Fuck.
"Need anything?" she asked casually, like she didn’t notice the tension.
I cleared my throat. "Nah, just working through it. Shouldn’t take long."
She walked closer, leaning down to peek at my work. The tanktop clung to her tits without a bra, the outline of nipples pushing through the thin fabric. My stomach dropped, cock throbbing painfully against denim.
"Want so water?" she asked, voice light.
"Yeah," I said quickly, desperate for sothing to cool
down. "That’d be great."
She disappeared into the kitchen, hips swaying with every step, and ca back with a glass. She bent down, holding it out. I took it, gulped, cold liquid rushing down my throat like salvation.
"Thanks," I muttered, handing the glass back.
As she leaned in, her chest pressed closer. No bra. Nipples hard and visible through the damp red cotton. My eyes locked, my breath hitched.
"Oh, man," I muttered under my breath. "God help ..."
"Sorry?" Kim asked, tilting her head.
"Oh, nothing." I forced a smile. "Thanks for the water again."
"No problem." She gave
one of those casual grins before sinking down onto the couch.
I went back to the table, focusing on the last two legs, tightening each bolt, screwing the braces into place. My hands worked automatically—turn, press, screw—but my eyes betrayed . They kept lifting, drifting toward the couch.
Kim had flopped down to a couch, legs crossed lazily. The black hotpants were so short they may as well not even existed. At the edge, just for a mont when she shifted, I caught the faintest peek of her panties pressing against her skin. Not through the fabric—just the edge, teasing out, like her body was mocking
with how close I could get without touching.
My cock stirred instantly, thick and heavy, pressing against my zipper. I chewed the inside of my cheek, thinking about going ho later and taking care of this pressure myself—fist wrapped tight, eyes full of her body—but then I rembered. The goddamn system. The no-masturbation quest. Seven days of hell.
I gritted my teeth, shaking the thought out of my head, forcing my eyes back on the screws.
But she was too fucking sexy. The way her thighs stretched when she leaned forward to check her phone. The faint bounce of her tits when she laughed at sothing on the screen. The smooth line of her armpit visible when she stretched, tanktop riding up just enough to tease. She was a walking wet dream.
And Tom... Tom caught
looking again. I felt it. His eyes on , not angry, not jealous—just watching, quiet, like he was testing .
An hour and a half later, I twisted the last screw into place and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I stood, wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, and clapped my hands together. "There we go. Table from hell, done."
Kim’s face lit up instantly. "Oh my god, finally!" She got up fast and threw her arms around . The hug hit
like a truck—her tits crushed against my chest, warm, soft, heavy, nipples stiff through the thin tanktop. My head swam, my cock throbbed hard enough to hurt.
Tom stood there. Silent. Watching.
I took a quick step back before I completely lost it. "Uh, yeah. Glad to help, but... I should really get back."
"Dinner," Kim said firmly, smiling. "You assembled the table, you earned yourself a dinner. Maybe tomorrow?"
I chuckled, trying not to look like my heart was about to explode. "I’ll hold you to that."
She smirked, and I forced myself toward the door. Tom followed without a word.
"Okay..." I muttered to myself as I climbed the stairs back to my apartnt, the door shutting behind . "She was fucking HOT!"
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I scanned the item and handed the custor his change. So... I had to flirt with a custor. Right. But how the hell was I supposed to do that? Who in their right mind would flirt with a guy stuck behind a counter in a gas station? This was hopeless. Unless I cheated, of course.
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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)
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Credits: 95c
Select item to purchase.
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I looked at Hypnotic Perfu. Forty credits... a little on the expensive side, though... but completing that quest would give
twenty-five credits, as well as twenty-five EXP. I really needed experience points because I had to level up desperately.
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Na: Evan Marlowe
Age: 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 73 kg
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Level: 2
EXP: 30 / 179
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I was level two and needed shit tons of points to level up. For that, I needed to have sex a lot, since that gave experience points, and take quests. But... for this specific quest, I had to bite the bullet and spend so credit. I had to.
I clicked on Shop again and pressed Hypnotic Perfu with my finger.
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Purchase Item
Sensual Hypnotic Perfu (40c)
Credits: 95c
Confirm Purchase? [Yes] [No]
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My finger hovered on the "Yes" option. Damn it, I was being stingy. I had enough credit, but I didn’t want to spend it on this quest. What else could I do? Shit. I needed to think sothing else. Or... not? Aagh, this whole damn thing was making
doubt myself.
An idea sparked in my mind as I saw Richard coming in. It was his day off today, and... by logic, he would be a custor here.
The doors slid open and he got inside. He gave a wave and walked toward the counter.
"Whassup?" he asked.
"Well, if it isn’t Rich," I said. "The most handso, the most sexy man to ever exist!"
"You’re making
blush," he quipped. "Stahp."
"My, my, what a man he is, this Richard!" I said.
"Seriously, are you flirting with ?" he said. "Give
my usual cigarette."
I grabbed his cigarette, scanned it, and paid it myself from cash. He arched one eyebrow as he looked at .
"We have a discount today. All cigarettes are free for handso n."
"Har-har," he said. "What do you want? Tell it to
straight."
"That money I owe you?" I said. "Let’s say I paid it by complinting you."
"Oh, wow. I didn’t totally see that coming," he quipped, then gave
the middle finger. "Fuck you."
"Always."
"Maan, sotis I don’t know if you’re joking or not."
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Quest Completed
Title: Never Have I Ever
Reward: 25c
25 EXP
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