"Then hell broke loose," Ethan said, his eyes darkening slightly. "I heard the alarm and I ran like crazy. 'The screech of tires was deafening,' I thought, 'but I had to push the car harder!' The rat-tat-tat of gunfire against the metal was all I could hear."

"They pursued me relentlessly," Ethan said, his hand gripping the mug as he recounted the fabricated escape. "I was dodging cars and taking blind turns, hoping to lose them, but they just kept coming. Every time my car took an impact, I felt that sickening lurch. It was brutal."

"They finally cornered me," Ethan continued, his voice low. "Multiple vehicles. My car was totaled. I had to fight them hand-to-hand, a blur of fists and kicks, just to escape the ambush. I slipped into a dark warehouse to lose them."

"I just barely managed to get away. They wanted me dead for failing the mission, for getting spotted. And for keeping the lingerie," Ethan concluded, offering a small, roguish smile. "I think they were more mad about the lingerie, actually."

Sarah's face was flushed, her eyes wide, a gasp catching in her throat. She looked at Ethan, the dangerous, mysterious man in borrowed clothes, and saw not a defeated student, but a thrilling, enigmatic hero.

Ethan was laughing softly at her reaction to the invented story.

"Wow, that sounds amazing," Sarah said, her voice filled with awe. "I wish I could go on one of your missions."

"I know," Ethan said with a chuckle. "There are plenty of fun missions to do, and it would be very entertaining to have you along. But you have to be prepared to do some very perverse things," he warned her, his eyes twinkling.

"It doesn't matter what, as long as it's with you, I'd be willing," Sarah replied. Despite her bold words, she looked quite nervous, even trembling slightly, but she was using all her conviction to try and involve herself in something that fed her countless fantasies.

Since the day Ethan had pleasured her in the car at full speed, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. It was as if she were possessed by the demon of adrenaline; she craved more and more extreme experiences.

During these past few days, she had gone to work without underwear, masturbated in the bathroom during working hours with clients nearby, and on one occasion, she had even filmed herself attending to a customer while sitting on a dildo that vibrated inside her. Just as the client left, she reached climax, releasing hot streams of female cum.

However, none of this compared to what she had felt with Ethan, which was why she was desperate to get closer to him. Yet, she didn't want to admit it and hadn't called. Only now that everything seemed served on a silver platter did she dare to try.

"So, what kind of missions are there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I would be delighted to go, if it's not too much trouble right now."

"Tell me what you like, and I'll check the list," Ethan offered with a charming smirk.

"Whatever is with you. I would love a surprise," Sarah told him, her conviction unwavering.

Ethan leaned in, brushing her lips with his. He looked her directly in the eye. "Are you sure you want to do crazy things with me? Once you step into this, you won't be able to easily step out. If you're not prepared for extreme things, you should stay home. I don't want you to suffer."

"I'm sure," Sarah affirmed, her voice a raw, breathless whisper. "I want to go with you. I want those extremes."

A dark smile touched Ethan's lips. "Then let's find you a starter mission," Ethan said.

He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her roughly against his muscular chest, which was still warm from the shower. Sarah gasped into the kiss as Ethan's mouth claimed hers, tasting the sweetness of the tea and the salty fear of the adrenaline demon that now possessed her.

The kiss deepened instantly, transforming from suggestive contact into a consuming fire. Ethan lifted Sarah easily, settling her onto his lap.

Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling the soft, borrowed fabric of his oversized clothes closer as she moved her hands across the steel-hard muscles of his back and chest. Ethan responded instantly, his hands gliding possessively over the curves of her body, exploring the soft skin beneath her pajamas, inciting urgent gasps that she couldn't suppress. The tension in the room was electric, fueled by danger and desire.

The System cleared its throat loudly. ["Champion, you just spent 100 Lux Points to repair your ribs. Don't go breaking them again with excessive activity] the System advised sarcastically. [At least buy some Stamina potions first. You're going to need them.]

Ethan ignored the System's crude joke, only breaking the kiss long enough to murmur against her ear. "This is just the warm-up, Sarah. The real mission starts later."

Sarah's body arched in response, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-closed in a trance.

Just as Ethan's hands moved further up her body, and the situation reached a fever pitch, the piercing, shrill sound of the phone ringing broke the spell.

The sound cut through the heavy silence like a physical blow. Sarah flinched violently and slid off his lap, her face flushed with shame and confusion.

"I—I have to get that," Sarah stammered, scrambling to answer the device before the caller hung up.

"Mom? Yes, I'm fine," Sarah answered. She was silent for a moment. "Ah, I understand. Don't worry. Your truck broke down? Well, as soon as you take the car to the shop, come carefully," Sarah said, hanging up the phone.

Ethan, his body now completely recovered, had heard the entire conversation with Sarah's mother, knowing he had a brief reprieve before her parents arrived.

"Where were we?" Ethan asked with a predatory smile, immediately lunging toward her and pressing his body against Sarah's, gently pinning her on the couch. His hands went directly under her bra, kneading her small, firm breasts.

Sarah let out a moan of pleasure that was cut short when the phone rang again, a loud, persistent tone.

"Damn my bad luck!" Ethan shouted in frustration, lifting his head from Sarah's neck.

Sarah laughed breathlessly, a sound of pure hysteria and excitement, but it wasn't her phone.

"That's not mine," Sarah said, pointing to the coffee table.

It was Ethan's cell phone, vibrating loudly next to the teacup.

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