Chapter 25: Chapter 25
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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: 75c
Select item to purchase.
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"Hypnotic Perfu..." I muttered. "What was it again?"
Another window slid open:
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Hypnotic Perfu
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Effect: Increases Charm by
20%
User Level
Duration: 30 Minutes
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I frowned. "Charm, huh? I should check that."
The stat page blinked on:
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CURRENT STATS
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Strength: 2
Charm: 5
Libido: 3
Pleasure: 2
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So with my level being two... twenty percent of five was one, plus two from my level, that made three extra points. Eight charm total.
"Eight charm..." I whispered. "Enough to make her want ? No idea. But worth the gamble."
I hit purchase and opened the shop one more ti to check my credit.
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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: 35c
Select item to purchase.
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"Damn... getting poor here."
No bottle appeared this ti. Instead, a faint smoke curled up from my skin, shimring before it vanished. The scent lingered—sweet, heady, like strawberries laced with sothing richer.
I inhaled. Even I felt a little lightheaded.
"Alright," I muttered, flexing my hands on the armrests. "Let’s see if this is enough to get her on her knees."
The curtain lifted, and she stepped inside like sin wrapped in lace. Her outfit was barely there—black sh clinging to her curves, tiny straps hugging her waist, and a thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were pushed high by the cut of her top, nipples teasingly outlined against the thin fabric. Long legs in sheer stockings ended in gleaming heels that clicked softly against the floor.
Her eyes—dark, sly, hungry—landed on , and her lips curled into a slow smirk. "Oh," she purred, voice like velvet and smoke, "aren’t you a handso one?"
I swallowed, trying not to stare too hard. "Guess I got lucky tonight."
She chuckled, a low sound that stirred heat in my gut. "Mm, we’ll see just how lucky you are."
She moved toward , hips swaying in a rhythm that already had my cock straining against my jeans. Then the music outside bled into the booth, and she started her dance—slow, sexy. She placed her hands on the chair’s backrest behind , leaning in close so her cleavage hovered right in front of my face, then rolled her hips as she backed away, eyes locked on mine the whole ti.
Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.
She turned, lowering herself until her ass hovered inches from my lap, then grinding in a teasing circle without quite touching . Her perfu—mixed with mine—made the air thick, electric.
"You like that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
"Hell yeah..." I breathed before I could stop myself.
Her body arched up, and she dragged her hands slowly down her sides, over her thighs, before snapping her hips forward, making her breasts bounce under the thin sh.
I couldn’t help myself—I reached out, brushing my fingers against the curve of her thigh.
Her hand shot out, catching my wrist, her smile sharp but playful. "Hands off, mister. You know the rules."
"Sorry," I muttered quickly, though my cock throbbed with the ache of wanting.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing, but she didn’t pull away. She lingered close, letting her breath fan against my ear. "Mm, eager, aren’t you?"
Well, shit. The perfu was working, I could feel it—her body leaned closer, her pupils slightly blown—but not enough. Not enough to tip her over the edge. I’d banked everything on this. And I had no more points left. Fuck. I should’ve thought this through.
Still, she didn’t back away. She straightened, smirking down at , and ran her fingers along her own stomach, dipping lower, dangerously close to that thong. "You’re watching every move I make, aren’t you?"
"Can you bla ?" I shot back, forcing a grin.
Her laugh was low, breathless. "Mm, no. I like being watched." She turned again, slow grind, hair flipping over her shoulder as she bent, hands braced on her knees. Every curve, every sway of her hips was a deliberate tornt.
She slowed her grind when her eyes dipped lower—straight to the thick bulge straining in my jeans. Her smirk widened.
"Well, well..." she teased, shifting her weight before lowering herself onto my lap. Her ass pressed against my cock, grinding slowly. The pressure made
grit my teeth.
"You’re... playing dirty," I muttered, breath shaky.
"That’s the point, handso." She leaned back slightly, her hair brushing my cheek as she rolled her hips again. Then, almost absentmindedly, she inhaled and tilted her head. "Mm. You sll good. Different. Sweet."
I forced a grin, playing along. "Guess I’m not the only intoxicating one here."
Her laugh vibrated through her body into mine, low and warm. My hands hovered at her waist, dying to grab her, but I held back.
"Hey," I whispered, lips brushing the side of her neck. "How much for a blowjob?"
Her breath hitched for half a second, but then her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Fifty. And I’m all yours."
I was about to answer when the curtain ripped open.
The bouncer from before filled the doorway, arms crossed, eyes hard. "Knew I saw soone slip in here."
"Oh, shit."
"I knew it! I knew soone slipped past!"
He moved fast. One big hand pulled the dancer gently off my lap, setting her aside with surprising care. The other clamped onto my collar like a steel vice, yanking
to my feet before I could say a word.
"Wait, hey—!"
"Save it," he growled, dragging
out into the hallway. He shoved
toward the back exit, slamd the door open, and—fuck —literally booted my ass out onto the concrete.
I stumbled forward, nearly falling on my face.
The door slamd shut behind
with a heavy clang. His voice ca muffled through it: "Don’t co back here, or I’ll beat you to a pulp."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I shouted at the empty alley, rubbing my sore ass. "There goes my credit..."
And sure enough, the system chid.
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QUEST FAILED
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Title: Club Temptations
Task: Go to a strip club and
make a woman have sex with you
without paying.
Reward:
76 EXP
2 Ability Points
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Result: You’ve been kicked
out from the Club.
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"Agh, fuck it," I groaned, lighting up a smoke with shaking hands. "Just a slight obstacle in the road."
I exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the night sky. "Better be off before they call the cops or sothing. Damn it..."
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