Chapter 36: Chapter 36
Man.
So of these quests the system kept spitting out were absolutely unhinged.
Have sex with a woman on top of a rooftop? The hell was I, Spider-Man with a hard-on?
Get a blowjob from five won at once? Yeah right. I didn’t even know five won in my whole goddamn life.
These quests weren’t just ambitious—they were impossible for a guy like . But impossible or not, the reward numbers beside them made my cock twitch with hunger. Points. Bonuses. Upgrades. Everything I needed was locked behind shit I’d never even dread about.
I wiped the fog off the mirror in the bathroom later that night and froze.
Well, well, well.
The reflection staring back at
wasn’t the sa tired loser who used to jerk off at three in the morning with stale tissues. Sothing had changed. Sothing was sharper.
My jawline looked more defined. My hair—still the sa ssy brown—but softer, like it belonged in so shampoo comrcial instead of my greasy skull. The dark circles under my eyes? Gone. My skin? Clearer.
I leaned closer. My lips even looked fuller, less cracked, like I’d been taking care of myself without even realizing it. My eyes—fuck—they almost looked alive for once.
I smirked at myself, testing the expression like I didn’t believe it was mine.
"Wow, it’s... weird." I muttered, lips curling into a grin. "Charm really is helping ."
I tilted my head, flexed my arm in the mirror. Still skinny, still not jacked, but less pathetic. A hint of sothing under the skin.
"I should put one more point into it," I told myself, and for the first ti ever, I almost looked like a guy who believed his own words.
I slipped my shirt back on, grabbed my jacket from the hook, and headed out. The apartnt door clicked shut behind , and I was on the street, the morning air cool against my face.
Hands stuffed deep in my pockets, I trudged toward the bus station. My head was still swirling, not from lack of sleep, but from everything that went down yesterday.
Kim. Tom. That whole fucked-up scene.
Her screams. The way her pussy clamped down when I finally broke her. Tom’s face drenched in her juices, the pathetic little cage dripping his own cum. My cock stirred just thinking about it. Christ. If soone told
a month ago I’d be balls-deep in my neighbor while her boyfriend licked her clit, I’d have laughed in their face.
But here I was.
The system was the only reason. Without it, I would’ve been a sweaty, nervous wreck—done in five minutes, if I even got it up at all. Now? I’d fucked more won in the last week than in the rest of my life combined.
I couldn’t help grinning as I stepped up to the bus stop.
A bus pulled up with a low hiss of brakes, and as the doors folded open, I saw her.
A fucking knockout.
She stepped on like she owned the damn place—sharp black glasses, her long dark hair tied up tight, lips glossed with a subtle shine. Her tits pressed firm against a plain white shirt, but it was those crimson pants that stole the show—tight as hell, gripping her wide hips and fat ass. Mid-thirties, maybe older, but she carried herself like a woman who knew exactly what she was worth.
"Holy shit," I muttered under my breath. "What a fucking beauty."
And then:
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Quest Available
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Title: Work, work, work
Task: Learn her na
Reward: 15 EXP
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Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]
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Learning her na? Easy. That’s why the reward was nothing special. But I knew how this went. Get her na, and maybe the system would throw
another quest—sothing dirtier. Sothing that could end with
railing her brains out.
I had to know her. The only question was—how the fuck was I going to pull it off?
As I was watching her, trying to figure out my move, I caught sothing else.
Two girls sitting across the aisle were staring at . Not just glancing—straight up staring, whispering to each other with those little smirks on their faces.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, heat creeping up my neck. My whole face felt like a tomato. "It has to be Charm!"
There was no other explanation. A few days back, girls wouldn’t have even noticed . Now? They were checking
out. Fucking hell. Charm was a cheat code. I had to dump more points into it. The thought of walking into a room and every woman’s eyes instantly glued to —yeah, I needed that. But first...
The system screen popped in front of , faint, hovering like a tease:
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Na: Evan Marlowe
Age: 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 73 kg
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Level: 3
EXP: 196 / 239
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Just a little more. A couple quests, maybe even this one, and I’d ding four. Three points to spend. I already had a plan—one into Charm, one into Libido, one into Pleasure. That way I’d cover everything: get won drawn in, last longer, and make them lt when I fucked them. After that? I’d figure it out. Maybe stack Pleasure so I could blow their brains out with every thrust. Or pump Libido so I could fuck all night without collapsing.
But I was drifting. I had a job to do.
I needed that woman’s na.
She was standing dead center of the bus, one hand holding the tal railing overhead—yeah, railing, that’s the word—her body swaying slightly with every bump in the road.
Perfect. Ti to get closer.
"Excuse ," I said, turning to an old lady who had just climbed up the steps. "You can sit here, ma’am."
Her face lit up like Christmas. "Oh, thank you," she said, clutching her bag. "Thank you, young man. We need more people like you!"
"No problem." I forced a smile.
That gave
the out I needed. I slipped out of my seat and shuffled my way down the bus, each step dragging
closer to her.
And then I was there. Right next to her. Close enough that I could sll the faint perfu she wore—sothing floral, expensive.
From up close she was even more insane. Her tits were so full and round I could actually see the outline of her bra through that tight white shirt. Black lace. I’d bet money on it. And those crimson pants? They hugged her ass so tight I could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Every curve was outlined, sculpted, begging to be grabbed.
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry as sand.
She shifted her weight slightly, the motion making her tits push against the shirt, and fuck —I could see her bra straps straining against her shoulders.
I could imagine... fucking her from behind, my hands kneading her tits as I drove deep inside her. The sound of her screaming my na was pure music, a raw, desperate cry of pleasure that only made
want to fuck her harder. I’d feel her pussy clench and release with every thrust, her body shuddering around my cock. And then, there it was—that mont when I couldn’t hold back, when the only thing that mattered was filling her completely... Shit, when did I beco this horny?
I gulped again, then cleared my throat, trying to get my shit together before I embarrassed myself.
How the hell was I supposed to start a conversation with her? Shit, there’d only been a handful of won in my life I’d even managed to string a proper sentence to. Maybe I could just say hey? Nah, too basic. Too cliché. She probably got "hey, gorgeous" a hundred tis before she even clocked into work.
Complint her? What the fuck would I even complint? "Nice tits"? Yeah, smooth, Evan. Real smooth.
I bit my lip, panicking. My brain spat out the first bullshit line it could.
"Hey, uh," I blurted with a smile that felt like it was stapled to my face. "Sorry to bother you."
She turned her head, her expression hard as stone, not even blinking. "Yes, what?"
Fuck. Okay. Ti to commit. I couldn’t possibly back down from this.
"I, uh..." My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. "Which perfu brand do you use? I’m thinking of getting a gift for... my friend. I think she’d love that."
Her eyes flicked down, then back up at . Her voice was flat, rciless.
"The kind of brand you wouldn’t afford."
Shit.
That was it. No hesitation. No softening. Just straight execution-style delivery.
Before I could even sputter out so weak laugh, she took the first chance—so guy stood up, and she slid into his empty seat like I didn’t even exist.
And I just... stood there. My eyes glued to the bus floor, fists clenched tight, the words don’t scream, don’t fucking scream playing on loop in my head.
"Which perfu brand?" I whispered to myself. "Fuck . I’m an idiot."
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QUEST FAILED
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Title: Work, work, work
Task: Learn her na
Reward: 15EXP
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Result: You’ve been ignored.
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"Could’ve been worse, I guess..." I muttered, though my gut twisted like I’d just eaten glass.
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