CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22

Both Jasmine and Tessa looked at me, curious. I rubbed the back of my neck and get off the bed, trying not to grin like an idiot. "It’s like—if you two kissed, but with my cock in between your lips. Just for a few seconds. If it’s too much, we don’t have to. Seriously. I’ll shut up."

Jasmine blinked, then laughed. Tessa followed right after, shaking her head like I’d just told the world’s dirtiest joke.

"Well," Jasmine said with a sly smile, "after making us cum like that, this is the least we could do for you."

My cock twitched at her words. They both slid off the bed, moving with lazy, sultry steps, and knelt on either side of me. My dick was standing tall, throbbing, slick from the Sensual Oil and still glistening with their juices. Jasmine leaned in from the right, Tessa from the left, their breaths hot against my shaft as they pressed their lips together—my cock trapped between their mouths.

The kiss started soft, their tongues brushing as they tasted each other, but every time their lips shifted, they dragged across my cock. Precum smeared on both their mouths, and Jasmine was the first to dart her tongue out, licking the bead right off Tessa’s bottom lip before swallowing it.

"Mm," Jasmine hummed, going back for another kiss.

Tessa moaned into her, sliding a hand up Jasmine’s cheek while the other stroked my balls. Their lips sucked and smacked, their tongues tangling as they kissed around my cock like it was part of the game. Every grind of their mouths sent sparks up my spine.

Jasmine moaned as she sucked the precum off the side of my shaft, then dove back into Tessa’s lips, trading spit mixed with my taste. Tessa, not to be outdone, dragged her tongue from my base all the way up to the tip before pulling Jasmine into another sloppy kiss right over the head. Their moans vibrated against me, their mouths hot, wet, shameless.

By the time they finally pulled apart, my thighs were shaking from the effort of holding back. Jasmine’s lips were shiny and swollen, her face flushed, and she looked up at me like she knew exactly what she’d done.

I tried to breathe steady, but my cock throbbed, angry and wet, standing like it was begging for mercy. Jasmine smirked, and before I could even form a word, she wrapped those slick lips around my tip.

"F-fuck!" I groaned, grabbing at the sheets as her warm mouth swallowed me down.

Tessa wasn’t about to sit out either—she leaned in underneath, her tongue dragging over my balls, sucking one into her mouth as Jasmine bobbed her head, sloppy and eager.

"Holy shit, holy shit..." My hips jerked on their own, and Jasmine only moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

I was already teetering on the edge from that kissing game, and now? I didn’t last another second. With a strangled groan, I spilled into her mouth—hot, thick, endless ropes of cum shooting down her throat.

Jasmine stayed put, swallowing greedily, her throat working around me, and every time I thought I was empty, she kept sucking, pulling more and more out until my balls ached. Tessa licked me clean from below, lapping at the mess, while Jasmine refused to stop until I was completely dry.

When she finally pulled off with a wet pop, strands of cum clung to her lips and chin. I collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, every muscle loose from the release.

"Jesus Christ..." I muttered, dazed.

Jasmine knelt back, her mouth dripping with my load. Then, with a teasing little smile, she tilted her head up, swallowed it all in one long gulp, and opened her mouth wide to show me it was gone.

My cock twitched uselessly at the sight.

My head sank into the pillow, chest still rising and falling like I’d just sprinted a mile. Every nerve in my body buzzed, my cock limp but twitching against my thigh.

Jasmine wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then smirked as if she hadn’t just swallowed half my soul. "Okay..." she breathed out, cheeks still pink. "After that, I definitely need a shower."

I let out a laugh, weak and hoarse. "Yeah... no argument there."

She smiled, her ass swaying on the way to the bathroom, leaving me sprawled between the sheets.

Tessa stayed behind, resting her chin on my chest and trailing a finger down my stomach. "You should see yourself right now. Totally ruined."

"Mm," I muttered, eyes half-shut, still trying to recover. "I... uh, I should head out soon. Need to crash early. Big day tomorrow."

From the bathroom, Jasmine’s voice carried over the sound of running water. "Gas station again?"

"Nope. Got hired as a masseur. Place downtown—Velouria Retreat. High-end stuff."

That perked Tessa right up. Her eyes lit like I’d just told her I won the lottery. "I fucking knew it. Magic fingers. You’ll do fantastic there."

I chuckled, finally sitting up and grabbing my clothes. "Hope so. Beats scanning cigarettes, at least."

Tessa leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, her lips still tasting faintly of Jasmine. "Go make some rich women moan for money, yeah?"

I smirked. "That’s the plan."

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Threesome

EXP Gained: +9

Star Rating: 1.3 ★

Reason: Performance Assist Detected

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New job. New me. After handing in my resignation at the gas station, I was already working at Velouria Retreat just a few days later.

Oh, and that no masturbation quest? Done and dusted. Finally.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 2

EXP: 113 / 179

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Susan had noticed my "performance dip" whenever I got assigned male clients—yeah, no shit—so with Kelin’s recommendation, god bless that woman, she decided I’d only handle women from then on. My tips? Huge. Of course, half of it went straight into Susan’s pocket thanks to some bullshit fine print in the contract, but even fifty percent of what these rich ladies gave me was more than I’d ever seen before.

Didn’t matter. I was making real money for once.

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SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

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Credits: 75c

Select item to purchase.

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I opened the door to massage room #14. The air inside was warm, dim, smelling faintly of lavender and sandalwood. On the padded table lay a woman, already prepped with towels covering her chest and hips.

"Hello," I said softly, shutting the door behind me. "Sorry for the wait, ma’am."

She turned her head slightly. At least forty, maybe forty-five, but goddamn—she looked barely mid-thirties. Smooth skin, sharp cheekbones, full lips glossed pink, and those tits under the towel were clearly massive. Not one of the old hags I always got. Finally, someone I wanted to fuck.

"It’s okay," she said calmly. "Are you the one they call Magic Fingers?"

I chuckled as I cracked open a fresh bottle of Sensual Massage Oil—burned thirty credits on two bottles earlier, worth every coin.

"I don’t call myself that," I said, pouring the slick liquid into my palm. "Rumors have a way of spreading, though."

She gave me one last assessing look before closing her eyes again. "My shoulders are killing me. Focus on that area first."

"As you wish."

I spread the oil over her bare shoulders, pressing my thumbs into the muscles. The towel over her chest slipped slightly as she exhaled, but she didn’t bother fixing it.

Almost immediately, she moaned. Low, surprised. Her eyes shot open, locking onto mine.

"Did that hurt?" I asked innocently, though I knew exactly what caused that reaction. "I can get another masseur if you’d like."

Her lips tightened. "No. You may stay."

I smirked. "Of course, ma’am."