Her hands slid lower, over her belly, then between her legs. She spread her stance a little, fingers dipping into her pussy, scooping out the last traces of my cum. She brought them to her mouth, licked them clean, moaning softly.

"Still full of you," she murmured, eyes on me. "Taste us together… so dirty."

She rubbed her clit now, slow circles, hips rolling under the water. Her other hand kneaded her ass, spreading it slightly, giving me a view.

I gripped the counter harder, breathing heavier.

She washed properly then—hands gliding over every curve, soaping her thighs, her ass, between her cheeks. Water ran clear down her body, washing away the evidence of earlier, but the sight of her touching herself stayed burned in my mind.

She turned off the water, stepped out dripping, grabbed a towel. Dried her hair first, then her tits, slow and deliberate, then lower.

Just as she reached for fresh clothes folded on the shelf, I stopped her. "You can wear those once I'm gone, right?"

She paused, towel around her waist. "You want me naked?"

"Fuck yes."

"So needy," she teased, dropping the towel. "Fine."

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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: 1457c

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She walked out of the bathroom, brushing her bare ass against my crotch as she passed, the soft flesh pressing against my hardening cock.

I smiled, following her.

She went to the kitchen, grabbed my coffee mug from the counter.

"Your turn to make me cum," she said, voice low.

I took the mug from her hand, set it on the floor, then pushed her gently but firmly against the nearest wall. Her back hit it with a soft thud, eyes widening then darkening with want.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, grabbed one thick thigh, and slung it over my shoulder, opening her completely.

Then I leaned in and buried my face in her freshly cleaned pussy, tongue plunging deep.

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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: [███░░░░░░░] 2780/6973

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I thrust my tongue deep into Kayla's pussy, plunging in and out like I was fucking her with my mouth, tasting every inch of her sweetness. She was soaked, juices coating my chin, dripping down as I swirled inside her, curling up to hit that sensitive spot just right.

My fingers played with her—two circling her clit in fast, tight flicks, the other hand spreading her lips wider for better access. She bucked against my face, moaning loud.

"Fuck—Evan—your tongue—yes—fuck me with it—"

I moaned into her, the vibration making her shake. "Love tasting you… so wet for me… this pussy's mine."

I slid one finger into her asshole slowly, pushing past the tight ring, then pulling back just as slow. She gasped, ass clenching around me, heaven in her eyes.

"Oh god—Evan—yes—play with my ass—fuck—"

I remembered the old days—even after getting the system, before Pleasure as high as 45. Making women cum took forever, clumsy and frustrating. Now? I was criminally good at it.

"Such a dirty girl," I murmured, tongue fucking her harder, finger thrusting in her ass. "Ass and pussy both mine. You love this, don't you? Tongue deep in your cunt while I finger your tight hole."

"Fuck, yes, love it, Evan—keep going—oh fuck—"

Erogenous Insight lit up—a pink circle glowing right above her pussy, where hair would grow if she wasn't shaven clean. Her weak spot. I moved my mouth up, tongue tracing it, licking slow circles over the sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck—right there, Evan!" she cried, body jerking. "Play with my cunt while you lick there—yes—fuck—"

I obeyed, thumb rubbing her clit fast, fingers plunging into her pussy now, curling hard.

Kayla's legs began shaking, thighs quivering around my head. "Evan—I'm gonna fucking cum—oh, fuck—"

I kept licking that spot, kissing it, tongue pressing firm, fingers pumping her pussy relentlessly.

She was way too close—breath ragged, hips bucking wild.

"I'M GONNA… OH… EVAN!"

She screamed, body seizing, pussy spasming violently around my fingers, gushing hot and wet all over my hand, splashing into my coffee mug on the floor nearby. Her legs clamped around my head, hips grinding against my mouth as wave after wave hit her, tears streaming, moans turning into broken sobs of ecstasy.

I kept licking that spot lazily, tongue swirling slow, fingers thrusting gentle through her climax, drawing out every tremor until she was shaking uncontrollably, biting her finger to muffle the cries, eyes shut tight in bliss.

Kayla panted, body slumping, then slid lower until she sat on the ground, back against the wall. She smiled up at me, face flushed, eyes glassy. "Fuck… that was intense. Now drink that, Evan. Taste me."

I grabbed my mug from the floor, hesitated a second. I mean… my cum didn't have any piss in it, though. But for women it was different. And unfortunately, I wasn't into that kind of thing.

"Wanna taste it?"

She grabbed the mug from my hand, took a sip, eyes widening. "Blegh—your cum is way too delicious. This sucks. Let me pour it down the sink."

I wiped my forehead. "Pheeew."

"You jerk."

I smiled against her lips. "So… I'll pick you up tonight?"

She nodded, still kissing me. "Yeah."

"Good." I kissed her back deeper. "You better get that ass ready for me."

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I pulled up in front of Mendy's place and eased the car into park, engine still humming softly. Snow drifted down in lazy flakes, sticking to the curb, the hedges, the quiet little street. I checked the time out of habit, then leaned back and waited.

A few seconds later, the front door opened.

She stepped out, locked it behind her, then spotted me and lifted her hand in a small wave. I waved back, watching as she walked toward the car.

She looked… good. Casual, but in a way that felt intentional—like she'd stood in front of the mirror for a moment longer than usual. A fitted sweater that hugged her just right, dark jeans that showed off her hips without screaming for attention, ankle boots dusted with snow. Her hair was loose, brushed neatly, framing her face, and she had just enough makeup on to make her eyes pop—nothing heavy, nothing forced. Effortless. Girl-next-door beautiful.

She opened the passenger door and slid in, pulling it shut with a soft thunk.

"H-hey," she said with a shy smile. "Um, I hope I wasn't late."

"I just pulled up," I replied, dropping the handbrake. "And even if you were, I wouldn't mind waiting."

"T-thanks." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Burney's, right? I checked the place beforehand. It has, like… 4.6 stars on Google."

I scoffed softly as I pulled into the road. "It should be five. I swear the cafés around it give each other one-star reviews just to tank Burney's rating."

She blinked, then laughed. "Wait—how do you even know that's a thing?"

"I used to work as a waiter back in high school," I said. "Our boss made us create fake emails and drop one-star reviews on nearby places. Different account every time."

Her eyebrows shot up. "That's… evil, no?"

"Evil and necessary," I said with a shrug. "They were doing it too. Coffee wars are brutal."

She shook her head, smiling. "I can't believe that."

We drove on, the scenery slowly changing. Houses gave way to wider roads, streetlights lining up neatly, buildings rising taller the closer we got to the main road. The snow kept falling, quiet and steady, no wind at all—just that soft winter hush that made everything feel calmer than it should've been.

I glanced at her once, then looked back at the road before she could catch me. She was sitting comfortably now, hands folded in her lap, humming faintly to whatever song was playing on the radio. Innocent. Warm. The kind of woman you didn't want to rush… or hurt.

I could have had her in my bed if I wanted. All it would've taken was a lie or two. And that was exactly why I wouldn't.

"I would never picture myself living somewhere like that," I said, nodding toward the fading rural stretch behind us. "Like… rural areas."

"I wouldn't call where I live a 'rural' area. But, either way, of course you wouldn't," she replied lightly. "You live in a penthouse, Evan. You're probably used to glass walls and city lights by now."

"Yeah," I said, exhaling through a smile. "Guess you're right."

She looked out the window as we merged onto the main road. "It's weird, though. They kept saying there'd be a storm tonight. Feels… too calm."

"You never know," I said. "Weather people love lying."

She laughed. "True."

We stopped at a red light downtown. The streets were glowing—storefronts lit up warmly, snow gathering on window ledges, people walking past with scarves pulled high and cups of coffee steaming in their hands. It felt… cozy. Like time had slowed down just for us.

The light turned green.

A minute later, I pulled up in front of Burney's and parked. We both got out, breath fogging in the cold, and walked toward the entrance together.

The bell chimed softly as we stepped inside.

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