CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32

Fucking Kim would get me eighty-nine experience points just like that? It wasn’t even a risky one, but the reward was so high. No—no, it was risky. She had a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t just ruin their relationship like that. And besides, I had doubts Kim would even want me anyway. Tom was her guy, and from what I’d seen, she was into clever dudes. Tom wasn’t exactly manly or built, but the guy was a damn genius.

If only this system had a stat called Intelligence or something. Maybe then I’d stand a chance. But—ah, fuck it. Kim was just the kind of woman who’d haunt my dreams. The kind I’d think about while jerking off at night. I could already picture it: my cock sliding between those thick thighs, my tongue pressed into her sweaty armpits, railing her from behind while yanking her hair back—

"Fuck. I’m getting hard," I muttered under my breath, shifting in the chair.

So I waited. Ate another forkful. Waited some more. Nothing. The house was quiet except for the faint creaks of pipes. I glanced at the clock. How long could it take them to change and piss?

"Evan!" Kim’s voice suddenly cut through from her bedroom. "Can you come here for a second? I cannot reach there."

"Reach?" I repeated, pushing my chair back. My heart kicked up a beat as I walked down the hall toward her room.

Her bedroom was simple but neat. Two wardrobes side by side dominated the far wall, a wide bed pressed against the window with light sheets, and a scatter of magazines on the nightstand. The kind of room that looked lived in, not dressed up.

And there she was—Kim—standing on her toes in front of the left wardrobe, still in that sauce-stained tank top and tight hotpants. Her skin glistened faintly with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her neck. She stretched upward, fingers barely grazing the edge of the top shelf, reaching for something.

Her tank top rode up with every motion, exposing more of her toned belly, smooth skin catching the light. Her tits jiggled with the effort, fabric pulling snug across her chest. And her arms—fuck—her armpits flashed with every stretch, the curve of her ribs visible beneath.

Hey, shit, I wasn’t even into armpits. But Kim was just—it was... hard to explain. It was just heavenly.

"What... are you doing?" I asked, my voice lower than I meant.

"Looks like Tom will be in the toilet for a while," she said with a small shake of her head, still reaching, her breasts bouncing with the motion. "I guess pasta messed with his settings, huh?"

"Ah," I smirked, "sorry to hear that."

"Yeah," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "he wants me to get his charger so he can watch some stupid videos. He’s on low battery."

I stepped forward, right in front of her. From this angle, I could see straight down the loose neckline of her tank top—just a teasing shadow of cleavage. My cock pulsed, but I forced myself to focus.

I reached up casually and grabbed the charger from the shelf with ease.

"God," Kim exhaled with a grin, brushing her hair back. "Thank you."

"No problem." I smiled, holding it out to her. "We should go back. The food’s getting cold."

We didn’t go back to the table right away. Instead, we just stood there in her bedroom, looking at each other with that weird, awkward silence that said more than words could.

My eyes betrayed me. They dropped to her tank top, to the faint curve of her tits barely hidden by the thin fabric, to the way her nipples pressed lightly against the cotton. I tried to pull my gaze back up, but it was too late.

She caught me.

Kim chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "I know," she said softly.

My chest tightened. "Know... what?"

"You’ve been checking me out since I knocked on your door."

"I, I just—" I stammered, heat rushing to my face. "No, you’ve got the wrong idea."

"Have I?" she tilted her head, smiling, voice dripping with playful accusation. "Really? That’s a bummer."

"Bummer? Y-you have... Tom."

"Tom," she repeated flatly, like the name itself was exhausting. She sat down on the edge of her bed, resting her hands beside her hips. "I love him. But he’s too... girly at times. Can’t handle a woman like a man."

"Oh..." was all I could manage.

"That’s why," she whispered, legs parting wider and wider, "I’ve been opening my legs for other guys. Sometimes, it feels good to be in bed with someone who won’t cum in five minutes, you know?"

"I..." My throat dried out. My brain screamed stop, but my body was already leaning forward.

"Hey," she whispered with a slow smile. "Tom’ll be in the bathroom for a while now. What should we do?"

That broke me.

I lunged before I even thought about it, pushing her down onto the bed. She let out a low laugh, not resisting, not even flinching. Her back hit the mattress, hair fanning out, and I climbed over her, pressing my lips hungrily against hers.

She kissed me back, hot and wet, her tongue sliding against mine. My hips ground down, and she shifted, glancing down at the bulge straining against my pants.

Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Mm... it’s bigger than Tom’s. That’s a real man’s cock."

I groaned into her mouth, my cock throbbing at her words.

"Say it again," I muttered, kissing along her jaw.

She giggled breathlessly. "Tom’s got a boy dick. You’ve got a man dick. That’s the difference."

"Fuck..." I growled, grinding harder against her.

"Hey," she suddenly pushed against my chest and slid out from under me. She stood, turned, and pressed her hand against the wardrobe, bending forward just slightly, her ass sticking out toward me. She arched her back perfectly, head tilting so she could look at me from over her shoulder.

"Fuck me already."

My breath hitched. I stepped closer, grabbed her waist, and yanked her hotpants down in one motion. Her panties came with them, sliding over her thighs and dropping to her ankles.

Her bare ass stared back at me, glistening faintly in the low light. I gripped my cock, freed it from my pants, and pressed the thick shaft against her wet slit, rubbing slow teasing strokes.

"Mmm..." she muttered, rolling her hips back. "Even the tip is so fucking big. You’re so much better than Tom."

I smirked, sliding my length up and down her slick folds. "Well... the competition isn’t hard if I’m winning against Tom, right?"

Her laugh was low, dirty, perfect. "His little dick is like my pinky. You have no idea how hard I fake moan when we have sex."

"Yeah?" I positioned myself at her entrance, cock throbbing against her. "Well... no faking it now."

I pressed forward, the tip of my cock sliding against her wet folds. Just the heat of her pussy sent a violent shiver up my spine.

Kim gasped, knuckles whitening on the wardrobe handle as she braced herself. Her back arched instinctively, ass pushing against me like she’d been waiting for this moment. "God... you’re really gonna do it, huh? You’re about to fuck me right in my own bedroom..."

"Fuck, Kim..." I muttered under my breath. My cock throbbed as it nestled between her lips, already slick. "You’re... so wet already."

She tilted her head, that mischievous smirk creeping over her lips. "Of course I am. I’ve been thinking about this since you walked in. Since you dropped that fork and stared at my thighs. Don’t think I didn’t notice, Evan."

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering. "Shit..."

"Come on," she whispered, rolling her hips back against me, smearing my shaft with her wetness. "Push it in. I want to feel a real cock. Not Tom’s pathetic little excuse."

That stung. It was dirty, wrong, and it made my cock twitch like I was possessed. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up properly, and thrust.

The head popped inside and Kim jolted violently, a sharp gasp spilling from her lips. "Ohhh—fuck! It’s... it’s stretching me already. God, Evan!"

I froze, panting, gripping her waist. "Jesus Christ... you’re so fucking tight."

"Don’t stop," she moaned breathlessly. "Push it deeper... I need all of it. Give me what Tom never could."

Gritting my teeth, I shoved in deeper, inch by inch. Her pussy clamped down hard, sucking me in.

"Ahhh—fuck!" she cried, legs trembling. "You’re huge! God... Tom’s cock never even fills me halfway. You’re splitting me apart—mmm—like a real man."

My chest burned. Each word shot fuel straight to my dick. I groaned, bottoming out inside her, hips flush against her ass.

"Fuck, Kim..." I whispered harshly. "This is... insane. I shouldn’t be—"

She cut me off with a filthy laugh. "Shouldn’t be what? Ruining me? Giving me what I’ve been craving while my boyfriend sits in the bathroom shitting his guts out? You’re exactly what I need."