Jasmine walked closer, handed me the phone through the steam. I answered, voice steady despite Minne's mouth working me.

"Yeah, Eleanor?" I asked, guiding Minne deeper. "Are you okay?"

"I am, I am…" Her voice was shaky, like she'd been running. "Just… I needed to call someone."

Minne accidentally grazed me with her teeth—I winced slightly. Delilah noticed, smiled, and Minne immediately pulled back, whispering, "Sorry, Master…"

I smiled down at her, let her take me back in.

"What happened?" I asked Eleanor, holding back a moan as Delilah buried her nose against my balls, inhaling deep.

"Just…" Eleanor said. "I… uh, I have panic attack. Sometimes it just… well, comes and… not let me sleep. Um… talking with someone really helps."

"Oh…" I muttered. "Panic attack, huh?"

"Mm." She mumbled. "I couldn't breathe and… like… I could feel the air coming to my lungs but… it's like, not enough. It's hard to describe."

"I understand." I said, gritting my teeth as Delilah licked my balls again.

"Cum, sweat, and pussy juices," Delilah whispered up at me, pouring shampoo onto her palm. She rubbed it gently over my balls, massaging, playing with them while Minne kept sucking.

She turned the showerhead on my sack, rinsing the soap away clean, then gave my balls a quick, affectionate kiss before looking up with a warm smile.

"Sorry for waking you up at this hour," Eleanor said. The phone didn't pick up the water sounds, thankfully. "I… I was about to end the call, since I felt a little better, but you picked up."

"Want me to come over?" I asked. "Or call someone for you?"

"No, no." She said, "I'm… I'm fine. Really. Thank you… for always being there when I need, I suppose. I didn't know you were such a… um… a good man."

Huh. I earned five interest points from her. Nice.

"It's fine…" I gritted my teeth harder, pleasure building fast as Minne and Delilah worked in perfect sync. "I'm… ugh…"

"Mmh?" Eleanor asked. "What's that?"

"Ugh…" My body tensed. "I'm… gl-glad… gah!"

I came hard into Minne's mouth, hips jerking as thick ropes shot down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, taking every drop like a good girl, moaning softly around me.

"Evan?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, clearing my throat. "Just… oh. Just… hit my foot on the bed leg."

"Oh."

"Y-yeah." I panted. "Um, are you sure you're okay now?"

"I am. Thanks for talking to me. I really don't have… anyone to call, actually."

"I'll always be here," I said. "Bye, Eleanor."

"Bye, Evan. Thanks again."

I hung up, exhaled hard, and looked down at Minne pulling off with a wet pop, cum on her lips, smiling shyly.

Delilah stood, kissing Minne's cheek. "Good girl."

The water kept running, steam filling the room. Damn. What a night this had been.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 20 / 40★

Tessa: Interest: 27 / 40★

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 16 /20

Nala: Interest: 100 /100★★★★★

Penelope: Interest: 5 /20

Minne: Interest: 28 /40★

Ivy: Interest: 12/20

Eleanor: Interest: 15/20

Amelia: Interest: 5/20

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Progress:

★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Select a woman to track progress.

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❤︎❤︎❤︎

I was too tired last night to properly check the rewards I'd earned. If the system hadn't reminded me, I would've forgotten completely. There I was, head slumped on my desk, half-asleep. I felt like a zombie—only three hours of sleep, and it sucked.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 15)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 75 kg

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EXP: [█░░░░░░░░░] 551/6973

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Level fifteen. Nice. But I wasn't in the mood to allocate points. I wanted a clear head for that. Still, I pulled up my stats anyway.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 12

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

- Seductive Allure

◆ Libido: 10

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (⏹⏹⏹⏹☐)

◆ Luck: 1

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4 Unused Ability Points

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Four ability points. Tempting. Reset Pleasure again? Yesterday, Jasmine had nearly climaxed just from swallowing my cum. At fifty base, with Villain reputation adding twenty-five… seventy-five Pleasure? Jesus.

But that required credits. A lot. I kept a buffer—enough for at least three Time Stops. After almost losing Kim, it had become a rule.

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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)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

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Credits: 1487c

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A new item flashed into view, and just one look at the price made my jaw tighten. That was exactly why I hoarded credits. You never knew when something useful would appear, and this one definitely counted.

Mastery Evolve.

Curious, I tapped it with my index finger.

A new interface unfolded in front of me.

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MASTERY EVOLVE

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Allows you to add one extra point

to an existing Mastery skill.

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Another point. That meant I could buy this, get an extra Mastery Point, and push one skill beyond its current cap. Bliss Multiplier immediately came to mind. It was capped at fifty percent right now, but this would push it higher. Sixty percent returns were no joke. Honeyed Words was tempting too.

I closed the UI and leaned forward, resting my forehead against my desk.

The whole office felt sluggish. None of us had slept properly after last night, and it showed. My eyes burned, my shoulders felt heavy, and my brain refused to cooperate.

"Sleepy?"

I looked up and saw Amelia standing beside my desk, a folder tucked under her arm.

"A little," I admitted.

She nodded once. "Thanks again for helping me find those documents earlier."

"No problem."

She glanced toward Nala's office. "She's not busy, right?"

"Nope. You're good."

"Perfect." Amelia smiled. "There's another potential investor for Project Phoenix. I'll brief her."

"The floor is yours," I muttered, lowering my head again. "I might actually pass out."

"You should get coffee," she said as she walked away.

I stayed there for a few seconds after her footsteps faded, then sighed and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. Sleeping at my desk wasn't an option. Coffee was mandatory.

I stood, stretched until my back cracked, and covered a yawn as I headed for the break room. Everyone else looked annoyingly alert. Figures.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without checking the screen.

"Yeah?"

"E-Evan." Cora's voice was tight, strained. "I need your help."

I stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"It's Esme," she said quickly. "I can't find her. She isn't home. She isn't answering her phone."

That snapped me awake.

"What do you mean she's not home?"

"She went to a game night with friends yesterday," Cora explained. "I went to bed around ten. I thought she'd come back late. I woke up this morning and she's not here."

"Did you talk to her friends?"

"No," she said, voice shaking. "I can't. I don't know how. What if I embarrass her? Can you call them? Please."

I resumed walking, slower now. "Send me one of their numbers. I'll handle it."

"Thank you," she breathed. "I'll send it right now."

The call ended just as I reached the coffee machine. I punched black coffee, grabbed a paper cup, and leaned against the counter while my phone lit up with a message from Cora.

I dialed the number.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered. "It's nine in the morning, Jeez."

"Sorry," I said calmly. "I'm Esme's cousin. She was with you last night, right?"

"Yes."

"Is she still there?"

"No," the woman replied, instantly more alert. "She left around ten."

My grip tightened on the cup. "You're sure?"

"Yes. She got on the bus. I watched her leave."

"She never made it home," I said.

Silence followed. Then, "Oh my god. Is she okay?"

"I don't know yet," I replied. "If you hear anything, call me."

"O-okay. You do the same. Please let me know if you find her."

"I will."

I hung up and slipped the phone back into my pocket, staring down into the dark surface of my coffee. The warmth didn't help. My thoughts raced, exhaustion burning off in an instant.

Ten o'clock. Bus ride. No contact since. This wasn't something to wait on. I straightened, already reaching for my phone again.

This needed the police. Now.

But before that…

I lifted my phone again, thumb hovering for a second before I opened my browser. City bus lost and found pulled up the transit authority site. I scrolled past fare charts and service alerts until I found it, a customer service number buried at the bottom of the page.

I dialed, pressing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I took another sip of coffee. The bitterness barely registered.

"Transit services," a tired voice answered.

"Hi," I said, straightening. "My name's Evan Marlowe. A friend of mine took one of your buses last night and never made it home. I'm trying to figure out what happened."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a slow exhale.

"You wouldn't happen to be calling about someone named Esme, would you?"

My stomach dropped. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Do you know where she is?"

"She's safe," the person replied. "She fell asleep on the bus. The driver didn't notice her before ending the route and locking up. We found her this morning during inspection… she was still sleeping."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "That sounds exactly like her. Where is she now?"

"She's in Meldon," they explained. "Police picked her up to take a statement. Standard procedure since she was inside a vehicle after service hours. No charges, just paperwork."

"Meldon," I muttered, already rubbing my temple. "That's pretty far."

"She's fine, just embarrassed," the voice added. "You can head there to pick her up."

"Alright," I said. "Thanks for letting me know. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Have a good day."

"You too," I replied, ending the call.

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