Layla's eyes went wide, mouth dropping open. She stared like she couldn't believe what she was seeing—this beloved media figure, the perfect, untouchable Carrie Beldenwary, reduced to a begging, blindfolded mess.

I grabbed Carrie by the waist, untied her legs with quick pulls, and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me eagerly, blindfold still on, and sank down onto my cock in one greedy drop. The squelching sound was loud—her pussy still full of my earlier load, cum leaking out around my shaft and dripping down my balls in thick, creamy rivulets as she started riding.

I looked at Layla, smirked, and started thrusting up hard, meeting her bounces with rough slaps of my hips.

"Fuck, look at this slut," I growled, slapping Carrie's ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Begging for cock like a cheap whore. You love being used, don't you, Carrie? Inside your own fucking car."

Carrie moaned louder, bouncing faster, tits swaying wildly. "Yes, fuck me, use me, cum in me!"

I spat on her face, slapped her tit, then pinched her nipple hard. She screamed, pussy clenching around me.

"Such a sow," I rasped, thrusting deeper. "Fat tits bouncing, pussy dripping like a faucet. You're nothing but a hole for me to fill now."

Layla's breath hitched. I glanced over—her hand was rubbing her pussy outside her pants, eyes glued to the scene, cheeks flushed.

Carrie kept riding, desperate, moaning like an animal, completely lost in the pleasure.

I went harder, slapping her ass again, spitting on her tits, degrading her with every thrust.

And Layla watched, hand moving faster, completely transfixed.

I got hornier the second I saw Layla's hand rubbing her pussy outside her pants, fingers pressing against the fabric, eyes glued to Carrie's wrecked body. The sight of the pregnant woman touching herself while watching this filthy scene made my cock throb harder inside Carrie.

I roughly grabbed Carrie by the hips and yanked her up, standing her for a second before shoving her back onto the seat. While I now stood in front of her, I pushed her legs up and back, folding her in half until her knees were beside her head, her body bent double, pussy exposed and dripping. I slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust, the squelching sound loud in the confined space.

Carrie screamed, pussy clenching around me instantly. "FUCK—YES—DEEPER!"

I kept pounding, hips snapping, the car rocking slightly with every thrust. Without a word, I reached over and placed one hand on Layla's pregnant belly, palm flat against the swell. We shared a quiet look—her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, fingers still moving over her pants.

I slid my hand up under her T-shirt, rubbing slow circles over her belly, then higher. I pushed her bra down, freeing her heavy tits, nipples already stiff and leaking. I moaned low, leaned in, and licked one slowly, tasting the warm, sweet milk that beaded on the tip.

Layla held back a moan, biting her lip hard.

Carrie came then, sudden and violent—her whole body locking up, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock, gushing hot and hard. "FUCK—EVAN—YES—OH GOD!"

I sucked the milk from one nipple, then the other, sucking gently, the bitter-sweet taste flooding my mouth. It was incredible—thick, warm, slightly metallic, but fucking addictive. I groaned against her tit, drinking more, while I kept thrusting into Carrie.

Carrie came again almost immediately, another screaming orgasm ripping through her, pussy squeezing like a fist, body convulsing so hard her legs shook against my shoulders. "I'VE NEVER—FUCK—NEVER CUM LIKE THIS—EVAN!"

I kept fucking her, balls slapping her ass, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her stomach. She was cumming nonstop now—every few thrusts another wave hit her, body arching, screams turning into broken sobs of pleasure.

"MORE—FUCK ME MORE—I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"

I went faster, harder, sweat pouring down my back. Carrie's third orgasm hit like a storm—her whole body seizing, pussy gushing so hard it soaked my thighs and the seat, a wild, animal scream echoing in the car as tears streamed down her face.

"EVAN—GOD—YES—FILL ME—PLEASE!"

I was right there.

I slammed deep one last time and roared, cock throbbing as I came, thick ropes flooding her pussy, pulse after pulse, until it overflowed and leaked out around me. I thrust up again, again, grinding, emptying everything I had while she sobbed and trembled beneath me.

I finally pulled out, cock slick and dripping, and looked at Layla in silence.

Her eyes were locked on my throbbing shaft, covered in wetness and cum, hand still rubbing herself furiously.

She leaned in slowly, lips parting, ready to suck.

Then she shook her head, eyes wide, and scrambled out of the car, shutting the door behind her with a slam.

Carrie, still blindfolded and panting, whimpered, "Evan? Are you gone?"

"No, slut," I said, voice rough. "Still here. Just opened the door for some air. Now shut up and sit like a good girl. Alright?"

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Carrie

EXP Gained: +350

Villain Bonus: +150

Star Rating: 4.8 ★★★★

Reason: -

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Bliss Multiplier: 50c

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"O-okay…" she gasped, voice trembling. "Oh… what… what am I even doing?"

The haze cleared fast. Carrie's eyes snapped wide, shame and fury crashing in together. She shoved herself back, covering her tits with one arm, the other hand flying to her face like she could wipe away the mess.

"How dare you," she hissed, voice shaking with rage. "How fucking dare you use me like that? I'm Carrie Beldenwary. I don't… I don't do this. You sick bastard."

I leaned back against the seat, cock still out, still hard, watching her fall apart.

"I gave you the kind of pleasure your husband never did," I said calmly. "Made you squirt like a little bitch for me. You're a sow, Carrie. Don't deny it."

"Fuck you!" she spat, tears mixing with the cum on her cheeks. "Give me my clothes back. Now."

I glanced at the floor. "Left them at the summer house."

"You idiot!" she screamed, voice cracking. "Buy me some clothes or I'll kill you! I'll ruin you! I'll—"

"Calm down, fuck's sake," I said, rubbing my temple.

She glared, chest heaving, makeup ruined, body still trembling from the orgasms. "How… how did I lose to my lust like that? How did I let you—"

I exhaled. "Because you've been alone all this time, you fucking idiot. Your husband died. All you had was your money and your pathetic little son. You were lonely. Starved. I just gave you what you've been missing."

"That doesn't excuse it," she whispered, voice breaking again.

"Fine," I said. "You're free to go. I'm not keeping you here. I can't force you."

She stared at me, eyes red and raw. "Good. At least you're not a rapist. Should I clap for you?"

"I'll buy you some clothes and drop you off," I added. "Your men can take the car from in front of my penthouse."

She didn't move for a second, just breathed hard. Then she nodded once, sharp and angry.

"Fine."

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 14)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 75 kg

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EXP: [█████████░] 4551/5900

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❤︎❤︎❤︎

What a fucking day it had been. Rescuing Kim. Screwing Carrie like that. And still, it felt incomplete. I hadn't included her with the other girls. My Pleasure stat did most of the heavy lifting, sure, but it didn't feel like enough. I needed more. Maybe another reset later. I could always buy points from the Shop.

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point 30: (200c)

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Credits: 508c

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Yeah. Not happening. I didn't have enough credits to play around like that. I'd rather grind some quests first. Buying four Time Stops and that massage oil really wrecked my economy.

On my phone screen, the dashcam footage played again.

Tom was doing ninety in a fifty zone. A woman stepped onto the crosswalk after the light turned green for her. He didn't slow down. Didn't even try. The impact was brutal. The van behind him screeched to a stop, its camera catching everything as a man jumped out and ran toward her. Tom's car never stopped. Just accelerated and disappeared.

The video looped.

"Cunt," I muttered. "Fucking murderer."

I got the footage while Carrie was still riding that post-bliss haze. Never thought I'd use the system like this, but here I was, literally fucked the evidence out of a killer's step-mother. If that was the cost of justice, fine. I could live with it.

I leaned back in the driver's seat and checked the time. Six thirty. I still hadn't gone back to the penthouse to check on Kim, but I didn't have the luxury. Esme's family meeting was tonight.

My muscles ached. My knuckles throbbed under the bandages. The car still smelled like sweat and sex. As much as I hated to admit it, Carrie's car was way nicer than mine.

"Damn it, Carrie," I muttered. "Fucking slut."

I looked up just as Cora stepped out of her apartment building, scanning the parking lot. She didn't recognize the car, so I tapped the horn. She startled, then spotted me and walked over.

For once, she wasn't hiding behind an oversized hoodie. She wore a tight t-shirt that hugged her small frame and brown pants. Simple. Clean. Different.

She opened the passenger door and slid in. "H-hey. Sorry, I didn't realize you came with another car."

"It's fine," I said. "Esme's not coming with us?"

"She's already at the college," Cora replied. "We can head there now."

I nodded. "Hmm."

Cora's eyes flicked down to my hand as the car rolled forward. She stiffened.

"Your hand," she said quietly. "What happened?"

I glanced at the bandage like I'd only just remembered it was there. "Oh. That? It got stuck between a door."

She frowned immediately and leaned a little closer, studying it. "That doesn't look like a door injury. It looks serious."

"It's fine," I said, keeping my tone casual.

Yeah, she didn't bite it. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head, imagining who did it and how she'd deal with them. The air in the car shifted, heavier, sharper. I cleared my throat quickly.

"Hey," I said, forcing a lighter tone. "Let's not ruin the mood, yeah?"

She didn't answer. Just turned her eyes back to the road, hands tightening slightly on her bag.

Right. Subject change. Now.

"S-so," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Family meeting, huh? We did something like that back when I was in college. Ours turned into a picnic, though. Half the professors got drunk."

She nodded faintly. "Mm. I don't really like going out with a lot of people. It's… tiring."

I smiled. "Hey. With me, it won't be tiring."

She sniffed lightly, then tilted her head. "It smells weird in here."

I cleared my throat again. "Probably something from outside."

"Mm… okay."

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