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Persuasion Attempt: Mendy

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Remaining Chances: 0/3

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Huh… that triggered Honeyed Words automatically. Good. I was gonna need it.

"Forget about it," Mendy said quickly.

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Attempting Persuasion

"You can tell me, Mendy. Come on."

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Base Chance: 30%

Honeyed Words: +50%

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Final Chance: 80%

Upon Succeeding: ☑☑

▶ Proceed with Persuasion? [Y/N]

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"You can tell me, Mendy. Come on."

She flinched like I'd poked the one spot she didn't want touched. "No, no, no. It's too embarrassing."

Uh-oh.

Damn. Failed? Really? I had an eighty percent chance. Of course I was the twenty percent idiot.

Two shots left.

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Attempting Persuasion

"I just told you my most embarrassing

story. I think you owe me one, huh?"

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Base Chance: 30%

Honeyed Words: +50%

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Final Chance: 80%

Upon Succeeding: ☑☑

▶ Proceed with Persuasion? [Y/N]

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"I just told you my most embarrassing story. I think you owe me one, huh?"

"I…" she muttered, cheeks pink. "It's worse than that. It was like… a hypothetical question."

Okay. Last one.

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Attempting Persuasion

"I love hypothetical questions."

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Base Chance: 30%

Honeyed Words: +50%

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Final Chance: 80%

Upon Succeeding: ☑☑

▶ Proceed with Persuasion? [Y/N]

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"I love hypothetical questions."

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Persuasion Attempt: Mendy

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Remaining Chances: 3/3-SUCCESS!

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Mendy hid her face again for a second, then let her hands fall to her lap with a soft slap. Her chest rose and fell, nerves hitting her hard, and her eyes flicked around the room for escape routes. Ceiling. Table. Plate. Finally, reluctantly… me.

"Okay," she whispered. "Hypothetically… what if you and I…"

"Yes…?" I said gently, leaning in to help her finish.

"Would you ever be… okay with me?" she asked quietly. "I've seen pictures of Nala Nolin. She's… really cute. Sexy. Unlike me. And she has way more than I do and I just—"

"Yes," I said instantly. No hesitation.

Her brows lifted, and a shy little laugh escaped her. "W-wow."

"You probably lost some confidence after Richard or whatever," I said, sitting back but keeping my eyes on her. "But you're sexy, Mendy. The kind of sexy that would turn me into a caveman if I wasn't careful."

She laughed again, covering her mouth, her cheeks warming. "W-wow. You're… really something, Evan."

Fuck this. Why was I still scared? Mendy… she forgave me. I didn't need to feel guilty every time I looked into her eyes. She seemed happy, full of life. She had moved on… and I guess I had to do the same. Getting stuck in the past was only going to make our relationship, whether as friends or anything more, worse.

I needed to man up.

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "I'm gonna ask you a hypothetical now."

She straightened slightly. "Okay…"

"Hypothetically… if I got up right now and…"

"Yes—?" Now she was the one urging me.

"If I, uh… okay. Would you be okay with a guy like me? Knowing my situation? Everything that comes with it?"

She looked down, pressing her lips together. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress. Then she shrugged gently, not in dismissal, but in quiet honesty.

"I don't know," she said softly. "I'd be like any of the other girls you sleep with. Nothing special."

Her voice cracked a little on the last word, 'special,' and that tiny break told me everything she was trying not to admit. She wasn't worried about Nala. She wasn't worried about the open relationship. She was worried she didn't matter.

Man up. Man up.

I got up from the chair and walked over to Mendy.

"Then just this one night," I said, voice low. "I want to make you feel special."

"I'm…"

"You can say no," I told her, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm not like Richard. I'd respect you. But right now, with my whole heart… there's nothing I want more. The only word in my head is your name."

"Evan…"

I leaned in and kissed her without waiting. She pulled back at first, surprised, but then her eyes got a little watery. She put a hand on my right cheek and kissed me back, deeper this time, soft and sweet. The kiss turned hungry fast. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her easily, and carried her straight to the bedroom. I shouldered the door open and we crashed onto the bed together, Mendy underneath me, both of us breathing hard, faces inches apart.

I glanced left and spotted a dildo on the nightstand, still wet. I smirked. She saw where I was looking and exhaled, shaking her head.

"Don't, please."

"You were alone," I said gently. "I get it."

I wasn't going to have full sex with her tonight. If Mendy was ever going to be okay with me, she had to be okay with the other girls too. Tonight was about her. About making her feel wanted, cherished, special.

I kissed her chin, then her cleavage, then slid her dress to the right, kissing down her tummy. She shivered when my lips brushed her skin. I grabbed her knee, lifted her leg, and licked slowly from her knee all the way to her toes, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

"Ahh… Evan."

"Shh," I whispered. "Don't move."

I hopped off the bed and dragged her gently to the edge. Her dress rode up to her hips. I crouched, parted her legs wide, and stared. Red panties, soaked through, clinging to every curve. I pushed them aside and groaned. Her pussy was perfect—smooth, pink, glistening, the lips swollen and begging.

I kissed her inner thighs first, teasing, never quite touching where she wanted. Then I moved higher, kissing just above her pussy, breathing her in. She smelled faintly of flowers—sweet, clean, like she'd washed just for this.

"You thought this might happen, didn't you?" I murmured, lips brushing her clit. "Got yourself all pretty down here. Flowers and everything."

"S-stop smelling," she gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. "Are you a pervert?"

"This makes me feel special," I said, then licked her cunt in one long, slow stripe from bottom to top. "Should be the other way around, no?"

"Oh… fuck…"

I parted her lips with my thumbs and licked again, slower, savoring every fold. My tongue circled her entrance, then flicked up to her clit. She was already shaking. I slid one finger inside her, curled it, and rubbed that spot while my tongue danced over her clit.

"Evan… oh, shit…"

I added a second finger, pumping slow, curling both while I sucked her clit gently. Her hips rolled, trying to chase more. I pulled back just enough to blow cool air over her soaked pussy, watching her squirm.

"You're so fucking wet for me," I whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh. "Love how you taste. Love how you open up for me."

She moaned louder, hands fisting the sheets. I went back to work—tongue flat and firm against her clit, fingers thrusting faster, curling hard. Her thighs started trembling.

I slid my hands under her dress, found her waist, and grazed my fingernails gently along the soft skin there. She hissed, hips bucking. That was the spot—Erogenous Insight glowing bright in my head. I kept stroking her waist with one hand, fingers inside her with the other, tongue never leaving her clit.

"Evan—fuck—I'm—"

Her voice cracked, thighs trembling so hard the bed shook. Then, I got up so I could focus more on her waist and looked at her… fucking beauty. I leaned in, kissing her tummy once. Twice.

"Oh… feels… so good…"

I curled my fingers harder inside her, while my mouth stayed on her stomach. I kissed her soft tummy slowly, lips brushing the faint sheen of sweat, tongue tracing lazy circles just above her navel.

"Cum for me, Mendy," I murmured against her skin, voice low and rough. "Let it all go. I want to feel this pretty cunt squeeze my fingers while you fall apart."

"Evan—oh god—I'm gonna—"

"Do it," I growled, kissing lower, right above her mound, while my free hand grazed slow, gentle lines along her waist,light scratches that made her shiver. "Cum for me right now. Soak my hand. I've got you. Let me feel every pulse."

"Evan…"

"I love the way you act. You talk. You think." I said after kissing her tummy again. "I love everything about you, Mendy."

That broke her.

Mendy's entire body seized, back bowing so high off the bed only her heels and shoulders touched the mattress. A raw, desperate scream tore from her throat—"EVAN!"—as her pussy clamped down like a fist, pulsing wildly around my fingers. She came harder than I'd ever seen, a hot rush flooding my hand, splashing my wrist and soaking the sheets beneath her. Her legs shook violently, hips bucking against my palm as wave after wave crashed through her, body convulsing, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity.

I didn't stop. Kept curling my fingers inside her, kept grazing my nails along her waist in slow, teasing strokes, drawing every last tremor out until she was sobbing my name over and over, voice breaking, hands fisting the sheets so tight her knuckles turned white, whole body twitching with aftershocks like electric shocks.

Only then did I ease off, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, her ribs, working my way back up her trembling body. I lingered at her breasts, moved the dress aside, taking one stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while she caught her ragged breath, her chest heaving under me.

She was flushed crimson from her cheeks to her breasts, glowing with sweat, eyes glassy and stunned with pleasure, lips parted as she panted.

"Evan," She said, voice soft.

"Hmm?"

"Let's just stay friends."

"O-oh…"

What the fuck?

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