Chapter 381: Chapter 381
Nice. Now that this was over, I bought five positive reputation points. Thankfully, that put
back where I was... well, at least close to where I was. I spent a lot actually, but I had still so credits to my na in the shop, 2212 to be exact. Hell, while I was at it, I could buy another Mastery Evolve but... nah. I needed to hold onto it, because apparently, there was a new item.
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SHOP [Page 2]
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?? Hypnotic Perfu (40c)
?? Ti Stop (90c)
?? 500 Dollars (50c)
?? 1 Ability Point (150c)
?? 1 Mastery Point (160c)
?? Desire Aura (100c)
?? Reputation Point
30 (200c)
?? Mastery Evolve (1500c)
?? Random Passive Skill (1700c)
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Credits: 2212c
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Huh, a random passive skill? It was tempting, but I didn’t buy it just yet. Again, I needed a clear head. Because right now I was tired, so fucking tired. I’d never thought I’d... say or do sothing like this to a woman. But, well, Carrie had consented and she seed to enjoy it. And, I couldn’t lie, for kidnapping Kim and threatening , I kinda hated Carrie. I guess this could be called hate-fuck?
I glanced left. Carrie was lying on the ground, ass covered in my handprints, her cheeks red as well, her hair disheveled. She was fucking ruined, panting, cum oozing from her ass in slow, creamy drops.
"When..." she asked, voice cracked and small. "Is it the next ti?"
"Next ti?"
She looked at . "Yes. Next ti."
"Hmm..."
Well, next ti? Carrie was... honestly, lower than a human for . I didn’t like her one bit, not at all. And knowing that, would I really co here—screw her, just to farm so EXP? Shit. It felt like I was betraying myself but... fuck.
"Tomorrow. Sa ti." I said, looking at her. "Be there in ti or fuck off."
"O-okay..."
"Now co." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed now. "Suck my cock clean. I gotta go, I have stuff to do unlike you."
"I just need to... take so ti..."
"My ti is more valuable than you, you fucking idiot." I said, my cock half-soft. "Co here."
"Yes..."
She crawled between my legs—slow, trembling, knees dragging across the carpet, leaving faint wet streaks from the cum still leaking out of her. Her swollen, red face hovered inches from my lap before she leaned in without hesitation.
I spread my thighs wider. My cock hung heavy, still slick and musky, coated in the remnants of her ass and my own load. She started with small, tentative licks at the base—tongue flat, tasting the strongest part first: the bitter, earthy tang of her own hole mixed with drying cum.
"That’s right, you pathetic, disgusting whore," I muttered, voice flat and exhausted. "Clean the dick that was just buried balls-deep in your filthy shithole. Lick every trace of your own ass off
like the nasty little toilet you are. How low do you have to sink to suck clean the cock that read your guts raw? You’re revolting."
She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against my shaft as she took the head into her mouth. Lips stretched wide around , she sucked gently at first, slow pulls, then worked her way lower. Her tongue swirled underneath, tracing every vein, collecting the thick, creamy streaks that clung there. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, drawing
deeper inch by inch until her nose pressed against my pubes and her throat opened fully.
She deepthroated
on the next stroke, holding it there while her throat convulsed around the head, gagging softly but refusing to pull back. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth, running in thick strings down my balls and dripping onto the carpet. She bobbed slowly, then faster—wet, sloppy sounds filling the quiet room—nose buried on every downstroke, throat milking
as she cleaned every last bit of her own filth off my skin.
"Fucking look at you," I rasped, fingers tightening in her matted hair. "Old hag choking on ass-flavored cock like it’s your last al. You can still taste your wrecked hole, can’t you? That sour, dirty tang coating your tongue. Swallow it all down, you worthless cum-rag. This is your place now—on your knees, mouth full of the dick that just used you like trash."
She whimpered around , the vibration shooting up my shaft, but she didn’t stop. Kept sucking, kept deepthroating, tongue pressing flat and dragging along the underside until my cock was slick only with her spit, glistening clean, half-hard again from the suction and the humiliation she wore like makeup.
I yanked her off by the hair—hard—cock slipping free with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected her swollen lips to the tip. I stood up, towering over her kneeling, wrecked form, and slapped my half-hard dick across her face—once left cheek, once right, then again left. Wet, heavy smacks. Her head jerked sideways each ti, fresh red blooming over the handprints already there.
"Slut," I said coldly. "Fucking slut."
I turned, walked to my scattered clothes. Underwear first—stepped in, tugged them up over my sensitive cock. Pants next, belt buckled slow and deliberate. Jacket zipped halfway. I didn’t glance back once.
Behind
Carrie pulled herself onto the edge of the bed—slow, limbs shaking—then collapsed back against the headboard, panting hard, legs splayed, cum still leaking from her gaping ass onto the sheets in lazy rivulets. Her chest heaved, eyes distant, ruined.
I walked to the door without a word. Opened it. Stepped into the hallway. Let it click shut behind .
Elevator at the end of the corridor. I pressed the call button. Doors slid open with a soft ding. Stepped inside. Hit ground floor. Leaned back against the mirrored wall as the car dropped. My reflection looked back—ssy hair, wrinkled shirt, faint red on my knuckles, tired but satisfied eyes.
Doors opened on the lobby. I walked out, through the glass entrance, into the cool night. Car across the street—black, quiet. Unlocked it, slid inside, shut the door, leaned my head back against the seat, and exhaled long and slow.
Well... guess I’m not a vanilla guy anymore, huh?
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I had a dream that night. Or... was it a nightmare?
That sa woman, with the umbrella, was sitting on a bus stop, but there were blinding lights—like one of those stadium floods—aid straight at , turning her into nothing but a dark silhouette against the glare. I stood across the street, the crosswalk painted white right in front of my shoes. I tried to step forward, but a bus scread past at impossible speed, close enough that the wind punched my chest and nearly yanked
under the wheels. Phew. Heart hamring.
I stepped back, looked both ways this ti—roads empty, not a single car in sight. Nothing. I stepped forward again. Sa thing. Another bus materialized from the right, horn blaring like a war cry, tires screeching as it barreled straight for . I jumped back just in ti, asphalt trembling under my feet.
"Hey!" I yelled across the street. "Hey, you!"
The woman slowly lowered her umbrella. She turned her head toward my voice, but those fucking lights overhead were so bright they burned white holes in my vision. I couldn’t see her face. Just the outline of her shoulders, the tilt of her head. Who the hell was she? Why did she keep showing up in my dreams? And why had the other goddess—Dierella—gone cold when I even ntioned her?
I tensed every muscle. This was a dream, right? Dreams didn’t have rules. I took three big steps back, sucked in a breath, then sprinted.
The mont my foot hit the crosswalk stripes, the bus ca out of nowhere—full speed, no warning. tal slamd into
like a freight train. I flew sideways, tumbling across the pavent.
But... no pain. No broken bones. No blood. Just the impact, then the roll, and I was already pushing myself up onto my elbows, dazed but whole.
Dierella stood over
now.
Her skin had gone ashen, almost gray, veins pulsing black under the surface like roots. Her wings—those beautiful, iridescent things—flapped lazily behind her, heavy and slow, feathers edged in sothing that looked like dried blood. She didn’t look human anymore. She looked like sothing ancient and wrong wearing a beautiful mask that had started to crack.
"My, my, Evan," she purred, voice echoing inside my skull. "You are not where you should be right now."
"Huh?"
"Let’s get you sowhere... pleasurable, shall we?"
"Wait—"
Everything snapped to black.
I opened my eyes inside Ivy’s house.
Delilah knelt naked on the cold concrete floor, forehead pressed to the ground, arms stretched forward in total submission. Next to her, also naked, also kneeling, was Ivy. My friend. My sweet, sarcastic, always-in-control friend. Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she kept her head down, hair falling like a curtain around her face.
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QQU??R??R??EN??T?? S??T??A??T??S
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◆ L??i??b??i??d??o: 999
?? E??n??d??l??e??s??s V??i??g??o??r (999)
◆ P??l??e??a??s??u??r??e: 999 ( 999)
?? S??e??n??s??o??r??y O??v??e??r??l??o??a??d (999)
?? E??r??o??g??e??n??o??u??s I??n??s??i??g??h??t (999)
?? B??l??i??s??s M??u??l??t??i??p??l??i??e??r (999)
◆ L??u??c??k: 999
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