She panted, legs trembling, cum dripping down her thighs as I lowered her leg slow. She slid down the wall, knelt in front of me, and began licking my cock clean—slow strokes of her tongue, lapping up our mixed juices, eyes locked on mine.

My phone buzzed. Nala.

I answered, voice rough. "What's up?"

Jasmine didn't stop. She stayed on her knees, lips sealed around my cock, tongue swirling slow around the head, lapping up the last traces of us. Her eyes flicked up to mine—mischievous, daring.

"I need you here, Evan," Nala said, tension thick in her voice. "She's a tough nut to crack. Charlotte's stonewalling me. Says she'll call security if I don't back off. Threatened to have me thrown out for 'harassment.' Can you believe that?"

I exhaled hard, hips twitching as Jasmine took me deeper, throat relaxing, nose brushing my pelvis. She bobbed slow, cheeks hollowing, slurping softly.

"Yeah," I managed, hand tightening in her hair. "She's scared. Guy's got her spooked."

Jasmine pulled back with a wet pop, tongue flicking the slit. "Mmm," she hummed, loud enough to carry.

Nala paused. "What was that?"

"Nothing," I said, voice strained. Jasmine grinned, took me back in, sucking harder, hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. "Just… background noise."

"Uh-huh," Nala said, skeptical. "Look, she's wiping down the bar like nothing happened, but her hands are shaking. I mentioned Meridian—she flinched. Hard. We're close, Evan. I just need you to tag in. Silver tongue, remember?"

Jasmine deep-throated me, throat fluttering, gagging softly. I bit back a groan.

"On my way," I rasped. "Give me two minutes."

"Make it one," Nala said. "She's eyeing the bouncer."

Jasmine pulled off, stroked me fast, lips brushing the head. "Cum in my mouth," she whispered, eyes locked on mine. "Let her hear you lose it."

I nodded, hips thrusting into her hand.

Nala kept talking. "I'll keep her busy. Just—"

Jasmine took me deep, sucked hard, tongue pressing the underside. I came—cock jerking, thick ropes flooding her mouth. She gulped loudly, throat working, swallowing every drop with obscene, wet sounds.

"—get here," Nala finished.

"C-cumming," I groaned, voice cracking. "No… worries."

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 10)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 74 kg

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- EXP: [█████░░░░░] 1063/2162

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Jasmine pulled off slow, licked her lips, swallowed one last time with a satisfied 'ahh.'

"Phew," I hung up, tucked myself away. "Let's go."

Huh, I got 105 EXP from that. Not bad.

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- CURRENT STATS

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- Strength: 4

- Charm : 12

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹☐☐☐)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

- Seductive Allure

- Libido : 10

- Pleasure: 20

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (Passive) (☐)

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Good. Unlocked. I'd check the perks later; right now, focus.

Jasmine tugged her pants up, smirking as she zipped. I buttoned mine, cracked the door. The guy who'd been pounding on it, early twenties, buzz-cut, girlfriend clinging to his arm, brushed past me. His eyes flicked from me to Jasmine, then back. A slow grin spread.

"Ya bastard," he muttered, nodding approval.

I walked to our table and slapped Jasmine's ass before she sat down. She squeaked, shot me a playful glare, then laughed under her breath.

"Gotta go," I said. "Nala needs me. You good?"

"Sure," she said, sliding into our booth. "Just hurry. I don't love sitting solo in places like this."

"Five minutes," I promised.

I weaved through the crowd and reached the counter… then I saw it. Nala was arguing with someone, back turned to me, black t-shirt with SECURIT* stamped in bold white letters across the shoulders. Broad frame, short-cropped hair. Shit, that was bad.

I stepped closer—and froze.

Not a he. A she. Dark skin, muscular build, big tits straining the fabric, sharp eyes cutting through the dim light. Scars slashed across one cheek like war paint. Total badass. And… fuck, I knew that face. Couldn't place it. Not yet.

"Hey," I said, sliding in. "Leave my friend alone, huh? There's no need for that."

She turned fully. Recognition flickered in those hard eyes.

"You—" she started, then tilted her head. "Evan, right?"

"Yeah?" I squinted, brain scrambling. "I… know you from somewhere."

"Sophia," she said, voice low, rough. "You hopped in the taxi I was riding. Downtown. Two weeks ago."

"Oh!" I recoiled slightly, memory snapping into place. "Yeah, yeah. Didn't know you worked here."

"I do." She folded thick arms. "And your friend's been giving Charlotte a hard time. Bartender asked her to back off—twice. Next time, she's gone."

I glanced left. Charlotte was watching, rag in hand, pouring a beer with mechanical precision. Eyes flicked to me, then away. Still locked up tight.

"She's drunk," I said, flashing an easy smile. "I'll escort her back to the table."

"Do that," Sophia said. "And don't cause any more trouble."

"Got it. Thanks, Sophia."

"Mm." She gave a curt nod, then melted into the crowd, disappearing through the side exit.

I pulled Nala close, lips brushing her ear. "Go back to Jasmine. I got this here."

She exhaled, tension easing. "Be careful."

I smirked. "Always."

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- Quest Available

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- Title: Char and Em

- Task: Persuade her into talking.

- Reward: 1 Mastery Point

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- Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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Same quest again, huh? Alright, this time I had to play my cards right. Honeyed Words had failed once; I couldn't lean on charm alone. I needed leverage, fear, something that would crack her open. Threaten her? Tell her Guy was tying up loose ends? My brain wasn't built for this kind of psychological warfare, but I was running out of moves.

I slid onto a stool at the bar. To my left, a couple was full-on making out, his hand blatantly squeezing her tits through her top like they were alone. Great atmosphere for intimidation.

"Charlotte," I said, catching her eye as she slid a beer across the counter. "Hey."

"You again?" She didn't even look up, wiping a glass. "I told you to leave."

"You told me to go away," I corrected, leaning in. "You didn't say don't come back."

"Now I'm saying it." She finally met my gaze, voice flat. "Go away. And don't come here again."

"You don't get how serious this is," I said, lowering my tone. "Guy's scared. He's cleaning house. Getting rid of disposable people."

She snorted, shaking her head. "The Guy I know doesn't get scared. He's always two steps ahead."

"Not anymore," I said, straining to keep my cool. "Not since he met me. Things are shifting, Charlotte. You should pick the winning side."

She laughed, bitter. "You have NO idea, man. NO idea. He'll ruin you. Your life, your friends, everything."

"I only want one thing," I pressed. "What do you have on him? Tell me, and we both walk away clean. He'll never know."

"No."

Dead end.

No way I could have persuaded her like that. I had to… 'outsource' it, find someone to scare her into thinking Guy was hunting her. Terrify her so she'd come crawling back to me, spilling everything. And for that, only one person came to mind.

Cora.

I nodded, stood. Before turning, I leaned in again. "Hey—paper and pen?"

She raised a brow. "Why?"

"Just give it."

She sighed, crouched, came up with a napkin and a pen. I scrawled my number, slid it across.

"If you change your mind," I said, voice low, "call. Anytime."

She stared at the napkin, then at me. Message received.

I walked off without another word.

Jasmine and Nala looked up as I reached the table.

"Hey," Jasmine said. "Any news?"

"Couldn't crack her," I said, dropping into the booth. "But I've got a plan."

"What plan?" Nala asked.

"I know someone who can scare her," I said. "Make her think Guy's sending people. She'll break."

"Who?" Nala leaned in.

"Cora."

Jasmine winced. "Oh… that scary chick. Yeah. I'd shit myself if she came after me in a dark alley."

Nala exhaled. "So… we leave?"

"Yep," I said, standing. "I hate this place. Too underground. Even for me."

"Then let's go," Nala said, grabbing her purse. "What a night…"

I rubbed my temples. "Tell me about it. Fuck my life…"

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Midnight. The penthouse was silent except for the soft creak of the bed and the low hum of the city far below. Nala straddled me, thighs trembling, her hands locked with mine as she sank down slow, taking every inch of my cock. Her gray dress was long gone—just skin on skin, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips.

"Fuck, Evan," she breathed, eyes half-lidded, voice husky. "You're so deep—gonna ruin me—"

I thrust up to meet her, fingers tightening around hers. "That's the plan, baby. Ride me till you can't think straight."

Jasmine lay beside me, cheek on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over my abs. She smirked up at Nala. "Look at you, CEO by day, cock-hungry by night."

Nala laughed breathlessly, grinding harder. "Shut up—oh god—right there—"

Pleasure 20 was a cheat code. I angled my hips, hit that spot, and Nala's eyes rolled back. She came hard—pussy spasming, squirting down my shaft, soaking the sheets.

I followed seconds later, cock jerking as I flooded her, thick ropes painting her insides.

She collapsed on my chest, panting, hair sticking to her forehead. "Fuck… I'm done."

I kissed her temple. "Go clean up before you leak everywhere."

She groaned, rolled off, one hand clamped between her thighs. "Gonna mess up the sheets…" She waddled to the bathroom, cum already dripping.

Jasmine didn't miss a beat. She crawled down, took my softening cock in her mouth, tongue swirling, cleaning me slow and thorough.

I exhaled, hand in her hair. "Charlotte's still a brick wall."

Jasmine hummed around me. "Mmm. Cora'll scare her straight."

"Hope so," I said. "Meridian's bigger than we thought. Guy's covering tracks—fast."

She pulled off with a pop. "Ugh, let's change the subject. Hey, call Delilah. Bring her here. Plenty of rooms. You told me she hated living with her daughter, right? She thinks she's being a freeloader and all."

I nodded. "She's an angel. Helped me through uni—cooked, cleaned, kept me sane. Can't ever repay that."

Jasmine smirked, licking a stray drop. "Grandma vibes. I like her."

Nala padded back, clean, hair damp. She flopped beside me, curling into my side. Jasmine tugged my boxers up, then snuggled in on the other.

"Man, I'm tired…" I muttered. "Goodnight."

"Night."

"Night."

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