I grabbed both her arms—wrists crossed behind her back again—and plunged my cock inside her in one hard thrust. She screamed, body jolting forward, pussy clamping down tight around me. Using her arms for leverage, I pulled her back onto me with every stroke—fast, hard, relentless. My hips slammed against her ass, cock driving deep, the angle forcing her face down into the sheets, tits scraping the mattress, nipples dragging painfully with every forward jolt.

Her pussy was soaked, squelching obscenely with every plunge, walls fluttering and gripping me like she was trying to pull me in forever. Her ass jiggled violently, thighs quaking, stomach flexing as she took me. Sweat poured down her back, pooling at her waist, hair matted to her face, sticking to her cheeks and neck. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken wails, body rocking forward with each brutal thrust, fingers clawing at nothing behind her back.

I kept pounding—hips a blur, cock slamming deep, hitting that spot over and over. She was getting close again—breaths turning frantic, body shaking, pussy clenching harder, walls rippling in desperate little spasms.

I felt my own edge approaching—cock throbbing, balls tightening, pleasure spiking hot and sharp.

Tessa's body shook violently, moans turning into raw screams. "Evan—fuck… please… let me—let me cum—"

With Pleasure 45 amplifying everything, I pushed harder—deeper, faster—cock driving into her with punishing force. Her pussy spasmed wildly around me, walls clamping down so tight it hurt, gushing hot and wet in thick floods as she came harder than before. Her screams were deafening, hips bucking uncontrollably, ass quivering, legs kicking, body convulsing like she was being electrocuted. Tears streamed down her face, mascara ruined in black rivers, mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave ripped through her, pussy pulsing in endless, violent contractions, juices soaking the sheets, my thighs, dripping everywhere. She shook so hard the bed creaked, moans turning into broken sobs, body completely lost to the intensity—orgasm so powerful it looked almost painful.

That sent me over.

I groaned loud, hips slamming forward one last time, cock pulsing hard as I came inside her—thick ropes flooding her pussy, filling her womb, pulse after pulse, pleasure exploding through me in waves. I kept thrusting, grinding deep, emptying everything while she shook and sobbed beneath me, pussy milking every drop in desperate squeezes.

When it ended, I slowed, cock still buried deep, both of us panting hard.

Tessa collapsed forward, body limp, face pressed into the sheets, trembling with aftershocks.

I chuckled softly, still pushing slow, thinking she was just relaxed. "Fuck… you okay?"

No answer.

I pulled out gently, cum leaking from her pussy, and turned her over onto her back. Her eyes were closed, face slack, breathing shallow.

She wasn't responding.

"The fuck, Tessa?" I said, panic rising. "Oh, fuck."

I slapped her cheeks lightly—once, twice. No response.

I scrambled off the bed, grabbed my pants from the floor, fished out my phone, and dialed 911, heart pounding.

Before I could hit call, Tessa's hand shot out from behind me, snatching the phone and ending the call.

"Fucking idiot," she rasped, voice hoarse, sitting up slowly. "Why are you calling 911? Are you dumb?"

"You… I thought…" I stared at her, relief flooding me. "You passed out."

She shook her head, rubbing her throat. "It happens sometimes… intense orgasm, too much adrenaline, body just shuts down for a second. I'm fine. Just… give me a minute."

"Oh…"

I sat on the edge of the bed, guilt hitting hard. Why the fuck would I do that to her? I loved Tessa—really loved her—and I'd acted like a complete jerk, pushing her too far with the edging, the denial, the choking. The reputation points, the better rewards—they were changing me, making me colder, meaner. The system was great for credits, but if it cost my relationship with her… it wasn't worth it.

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Beldenwary

EXP Gained: +500

Villain Bonus: +900 EXP

Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★

Reason: -

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- Bliss Multiplier: 980c

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Tessa lay back, looking down at the cum oozing from her pussy, thighs slick with it. "Hey—I changed my mind. Let's not do that kind of BDSM play ever again, okay? The edging, the denial… it's too much."

"Yeah…" I said quietly. "I was about to say that."

She kicked my butt lightly with both feet. "Ouch."

"You called me slut," she said, half-angry, half-playful. "I swear, call me slut one more time and I'll gauge your eyes and eat your balls for breakfast."

"Damn… okay. Sorry… how about whore?"

"Evan." She chuckled, a little angry but fond. "Get the fuck out of my room. I'm gonna take a shower. And do not—I repeat—do fucking not ever do these kinds of things with other girls."

"Yeah… yeah, I know."

Fuck. The post-orgasm haze was hitting me hard—body heavy, mind foggy, cock still twitching faintly even though I was spent. I sat on the edge of Tessa's bed for a second, breathing slow, staring at the floor. The guilt was creeping in fast. I'd pushed too far. Edging her, denying her, choking her—turning a night with someone I actually cared about into some fucked-up power trip. Her cat had just died, she was already down, and I'd made it worse. Go me.

I needed to fix this. Reputation points first—get rid of Sadist rank before it tanked everything. But to afford that many points, I needed credits. A lot of them. And the only way to rack up credits fast was to grind hard, even if it meant taking a hit to rep.

One last visit to Carrie. One night to fucking remember. I'd squeeze every point out of her I could—EXP, credits, whatever the system threw at me—then dump it all into Reputation Points and scrub Sadist clean. There was a chance—no, a guarantee—I'd earn minus points for reputation after what I was about to do. But if the credits were high enough, I could offset it.

I pulled up the shop again and bought two more Mastery Evolve.

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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: 1202c

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I glanced at my stats.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 13

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

- Seductive Allure

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▩▩▩▩⏹)

◆ Luck: 1

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7 Unused Ability Points

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Seven points sitting there. I'd save them for the next level-up. Hopefully it unlocks something good in the shop.

"I'll, uh… I'll go now," I said, standing up slowly. "You want water or…?"

"Look at him," Tessa quipped from the bed, voice hoarse but sharp. "Fifty shades of Evan. Worrying about his partner now." She exhaled, shaking her head. "No. Get the fuck out, please. Or should I get on my knees and beg, huh?"

"Fine, fine. Jesus, okay." I shook my head, guilt twisting harder. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have… done those things to you. I apologize."

"Don't," she said flatly. "I asked you to do that. And I regret it now."

"Hmm. I'm sorry."

"Just fucking go." She exhaled long, turning her face away. "Bye, Evan. Goodnight. Bye. Fuck off. Fucking bye. Sayonara."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

Fuck. Tessa's interest dropped two points. Of course it did. I knew she was already feeling down—her cat died yesterday, she'd been quiet all day—and what did I do? Turned her bedroom into a torture chamber, edged her to the brink, choked her, slapped her, degraded her until she broke. Go me.

I pulled up the women interactions UI.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 35 / 40★

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 21 /40★

Nala: Interest: 100 /100★★★★★

Penelope: Interest: 5 /20

Minne: Interest: 38 /40★

Ivy: Interest: 12/20

Eleanor: Interest: 15/20

Amelia: Interest: 5/20

Esme: Interest: 15/20

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Tessa's bar had dropped. Two points. Not catastrophic, but it stung. The system didn't lie.

I left the room and closed the door softly behind me. I didn't even bother putting my pants on yet—they were still in my hand, phone in the other. I stood awkwardly in the hallway for a few seconds, staring at the closed door. Then I exhaled slowly and got dressed.

"Fucking hell… What a night."

I pulled up my profile.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 16)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 kg

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EXP: [███░░░░░░░] 4047/7901

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Good. Level 16. A few more nights like tonight and I'd be at 17. But right now? I needed to think. The reputation system was fucking me over. Sadist was tanking my relationships. The rewards were better—credits, EXP—but if I kept losing points with the girls I actually cared about, what was the point?

Carrie. One last visit. One night to max out credits, even if it meant taking a massive reputation hit. Then I'd buy points in bulk and scrub Sadist clean. After that… no more of this shit. No more edging, no more choking, no more treating them like trash. I'd fix it.

I exhaled again, running a hand through my hair.

Time to go.

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