CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45

I groaned, starting to thrust slowly under her, letting her guide the pace. Her hands slid down my chest to my cock again, helping me move in rhythm with her.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the edge of the tub for balance. The water sloshed over the sides as I started moving my hips harder, pressing into her, feeling her squirm and press back with each stroke.

"All yours," she breathed, grinding down on me, hair falling across her face, wet and shiny. "Even with him outside... I’m yours."

I held her tightly, watching the water ripple around us, the heat, the slickness, the way she moved. "Keep going... don’t stop now. I want every inch of you."

She chuckled against me. "I’m not stopping. Never."

Her body was a tight, slick vice around me, squeezing and releasing with every bounce. My hands were on her hips, guiding her, pulling her down, making sure every inch of me filled her.

The look in her eyes, a wild, untamed hunger, drove me to the brink. I leaned up and captured her lips with my own, a deep, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of bathwater and lust. Our tongues danced together, a frantic, desperate rhythm that mirrored our bodies. She broke the kiss, a low moan escaping her lips as she leaned back, her hands finding the edge of the tub.

"You like that, Evan?" she whispered, her voice a low murmur. "You like being in control?"

I groaned in response, my body a tight coil of pure tension. I was so close, so fucking close. I wanted to lose myself in her, to feel her body convulse around me as I came.

"Ugh... this fucking—just get here you moron!" she suddenly yelled, her voice a whip cracking through the air.

My eyes shot open, a jolt of surprise going through me. I didn’t need to ask who she was talking about. We both knew. The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Tom, his face a mask of shame and desperate desire, stepped inside. He stood there, a pathetic figure, his eyes fixed on us, his body trembling with the need to be a part of what we were doing. His tiny cock was throbbing.

"Clean the bathroom," she commanded, her voice cold and flat.

"But... I cleaned it today, Kim," he pleaded, his voice a pathetic whisper.

She didn’t say anything. She just looked at him, her eyes filled with that cold, cruel disdain that I was starting to know so well. Then, with a smirk, she splashed a handful of water out of the tub, sending it cascading onto the clean floor.

"Now it’s a mess," she said, her voice a low purr. "Clean it up, Tom. Now."

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed a towel from the rack and began to wipe the floor, his head bowed, his body shaking with shame.

I watched, my cock still buried deep inside her, as he cleaned the floor. It was a surreal moment, a mix of power, lust, and utter degradation. Kim, on the other hand, was loving it. She bounced on me, her eyes fixed on Tom, a smile on her face. She was in her element, the queen of her own little world, and I was her king.

The feeling of her body, the sight of Tom cleaning the floor, the knowledge that I was the reason for his pain, it was all too much. My body trembled, my hips started to buck uncontrollably, my moans becoming louder, more desperate. I was so close, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"I’m going to cum," I gasped, my voice a broken sound.

She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me, a wild, hungry look in her eyes. I pulled out of her, the sound of my cock leaving her body a loud, wet slosh. I got up, my body a tight coil of tension, and I looked down at her, a beautiful, powerful woman on her knees in the bathtub and a slave cleaning the floor at her feet.

"Oh... fuck..." I moaned as I stroke my cock. "I’m..."

"Cum!" She groaned. "Cum, Evan! NOW!"

I came, a thick, hot wave of pleasure that seemed to last for an eternity. My cum shot out of my cock, a thick, white stream that landed on her face, her chest, her stomach. She closed her eyes, a soft sigh of pure satisfaction escaping her lips as my cum covered her.

When my spasms ended, I looked at her, a beautiful, messy woman, her face covered in my cum, a small smile playing on her lips. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and then slowly, her eyes still on me, she looked up at Tom, her smile widening. The message was clear. She belonged to me now.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Kim

EXP Gained: +10

Star Rating: 1.1 ★

Reason: Performance Assist Detected

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I sat on my couch and exhaled.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 4

EXP: 1 / 311

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I had leveled up. Sitting at 221 EXP, yesterday’s little adventure with Kim had pushed me up by nineteen more. Not bad at all.

Now came the real question: where to put my points?

"One point to Charm. Definitely," I muttered.

That left two points. Libido or Pleasure? Libido made sense—I’d need the stamina. Pleasure sounded nice, but what good was it if I collapsed mid-fuck? Choices, choices.

Before I could decide, a notification blinked in front of me.

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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)

• Time Stop (90c)

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Credits: 0 c

Select item to purchase.

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"Time Stop?" I whispered, leaning closer. That was... dangerously tempting. Expensively wonderful, too. Maybe I could rob a bank. Then again... nah, I’d get myself locked up.

I shook my head. "Focus. Points first."

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 10

Libido: 6

Pleasure: 3

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I hit confirm: one into Charm, two into Libido. No regrets.

Without that damn massage oil, making Kim cum had nearly drained me dry. I needed Libido. Pleasure could wait.

A new notification popped up.

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NOTIFICATION

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Charm: Mastery Points Unlocked

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"Huh? Mastery points?"

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 10

- Manipulative Charm

- Emotional Charisma

- Seductive Allure

Libido: 6

Pleasure: 3

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"What the hell...?"

Another wall of text. I read it out loud just to make sense of it.

"Your Charisma has reached 10. You may reset Charisma to 1, reclaiming 5 stat points. This will raise the Charisma limit from 10 to 20, enabling further advancement. Confirm reset or maintain current level."

Too much at once. One thing at a time.

First stop: new Charm branches. I’d known maxing that stat early would pay off. Looks like I was right.

"Manipulative Charm," I murmured, tapping it open. "What do you got for me?"

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Honeyed Words

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Your flattery and lies are

nearly irresistible,

boosting deception in romantic

or social interactions.

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+10% to persuasion or bluff

checks in social settings.

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A grin tugged at my mouth. "Now that’s handy."

Next.

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Night Owl: Passive

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If your partner lacks

sleep, they open up to

you easier.

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"Open up to me more, huh? Not bad. Free passive’s always nice."

Then came the third.

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Gaslighting

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Change your partner’s

sexual fantasies. You can

turn a sub into a merciless dom,

or the opposite.

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10% chance to alter fantasies.

Cooldown: 2h

Duration: 10m

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"Okay... that’s a little twisted. But it could be useful."

I tried to tap Emotional Charisma next, but it was grayed out. Locked. Only Manipulative Charm was active, and it seemed I’d need mastery points to invest further.

And how was I supposed to get those? The system answered immediately.

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Mastery Points

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Can be earned from:

- Quests

- Resetting a stat

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I rubbed my chin. "So... reset, huh? Guess that’s the price of progress."

Still, I wasn’t about to drop Charm down to 1 yet. Better to wait until I had a fat stack of points to pump it back up. For now, I’d sit on it.

The ringtone cut through the stillness of the apartment. I dug my phone out of my pocket, screen lighting up: Ivy.

"Yeah?" I answered.

Her voice was quick, eager. "I convinced Kayla to come tomorrow. That massage parlor. But—" she lowered her tone, "she wouldn’t agree unless you were there too. So... guess you’re stuck with us."

A smile tugged at me. "Alright. Thank you."

We lingered a little, small talk running back and forth until the call wound down. When I slipped the phone back, I grabbed my jacket from the chair. "Time to go see my old boss and talk her into letting me massage someone in one of their rooms..." I muttered under my breath.

The door clicked shut behind me. The hallway smelled faintly of detergent and dust—thin walls, thin lives. My boots hit the stairwell, one step at a time, until I pushed out onto the street. Evening air was crisp, washing over me as I zipped the jacket up.

As I headed down toward the bus stop, my mind slipped right back to Kim. Hard not to. The way her voice had cracked, low and filthy, when she told Tom to get on his knees. The way her pussy clenched around me in the bathtub, water splashing everywhere, while her smile was meant for me and only me. She had cum dripping down her thighs, still grinding like she wanted more. My cock twitched just thinking about it.

She loved to tease, but she gave herself over completely when I had her—looked me dead in the eye with cum all over her face, smiling, daring me to keep going. That image burned itself into me.

The bus stop came into view, a lonely post with peeling paint and a bench that had seen better decades. I jammed my hands into my pockets, waiting. Headlights crept up the road a few seconds later—bus groaning toward me. Time to move.

I stepped on as the doors hissed open.