Chapter 77: Chapter 77
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Sexual Activity Completed
Partner: Threesome
EXP Gained: +41
Star Rating: 2.8 ★★
Reason: You could’ve made
them both reach climax
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Eh... I wasn’t able to make them both climax, but it was good enough for me. No Sensual Massage Penalty, and happy Evan. I even managed to rack up some Interest Points from them. That was a plus, definitely.
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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 27 / 40★
Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20
Tessa: Interest: 19 / 20
Kim: Interest: 6 / 20
Delilah: Interest: 4 / 20
Cora: Interest: 17 / 20
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Progress:
★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward
★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward
★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward
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Select a woman to track progress.
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Damn. One more point and I would’ve unlocked the milestone reward from Tessa. But oh well, I’d take what I could get. For now, it was enough. I was just happy I was becoming at least decent in bed. If only I could level up and dump some points into Pleasure and Libido...
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Name: Evan Marlowe
Age: 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 71 kg
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Level: 4
EXP: 288 / 311
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"You know what," Tessa muttered, her ass still dripping cum onto the sheets, "I’m gonna sleep."
"Same here," Jasmine said with a sigh. "Evan?"
I smiled. "Gotta go."
I pulled on my pants and t-shirt, zipped up, and glanced back at them. Both Jasmine and Tessa, sprawled on the bed, bodies sticky with cum, eyes already drifting shut.
Damn. What a life.
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Another boring night, another boring shift. That popular music group crashing the charts—Liz and Carrie—were performing in town tonight. And of course, I had a shift. Best I could do was hear the muffled concert through the walls. Bummer. I wasn’t even that big on music, but everyone liked a good concert now and then.
Since it was busier than usual, the boss had Richard tag along to help. I handled customers at the counter while he fixed shelves, mopped floors, all the grunt work. Pretty dull.
"Man..." Richard groaned once a customer left. "Just kill me. I’m tired as fuck."
"Same," I muttered, leaning on the counter with both elbows. "They just keep coming."
"Damn," Richard grunted, tugging at a shelf. "This thing is stuck. It’s... tight."
"Tight?" I raised a brow. "Make sure you don’t fuck it. You and tight things..."
"Jesus, man." He scowled. "I made a mistake, okay? Yeah, I cheated again. So what? I asked her for anal like ten times. She refused."
"In response, you paid a hooker for anal?" I asked flatly.
"Yes. What else was I supposed to do?"
"I don’t know, not cheat?" I shot back. "Do you even realize how angry Mendy was at me? My friends too. They all warned me about you, but I still vouched for you."
"You don’t even know Mendy that well," Richard said. "Why do you care so much if she gets upset?"
"It’s not about how well I know her, dumbass," I said sharply. "It’s about you fucking around after I convinced Kayla to cover for you with that fake video. I stuck my neck out for you. Took responsibility. And this is what you do."
"What do you want from me? Get on my knees and thank you?" Richard finally fixed the shelf with a loud snap.
"I wanted you to be a loyal boyfriend," I hissed. "But nooo. Richard’s gotta fuck some ass—because he just loves anal! You fucktard."
The bell above the door jingled, and we both shut up. A customer browsed the shelves, picked up two packs of cookies, and walked over.
"Hey," I said, scanning it through the register, then handed it back. "That’ll be 10.50."
He paid, took his change, and left. The door jingled shut again.
Richard folded his arms, waiting for the guy to leave before speaking. "Look, I know it’s my fault. I’m not oblivious. And I’m sorry your friends got pissed at you."
"Finally. Taking some fucking responsibility."
"But this is my mess," he argued. "Why do your friends even care? It’s between me and Mendy."
"We’re back to square one," I sighed. "It’s not about what—"
"Let’s just drop it," Richard cut in, yanking a cigarette pack from his pocket. "I don’t wanna talk about it."
"Fine. Whatever you say."
He stepped outside, lit up, and walked off until I couldn’t see him. I shook my head.
This guy was a fucking idiot. Who risks a relationship over anal? Seriously. What the fuck was wrong with his brain?
"Idiot..." I muttered.
I wiped the counter clean, then grabbed the mop and stepped out to start on the floor.
Man, fuck Richard. No one was going to lower my mood. Yesterday was... damn. Tessa and Jasmine. Both under me, their asses stretched by my cock. Just the memory alone had me half-hard.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked. Kim.
She’d sent a photo. After it downloaded, I realized they were already at the concert. Tom was on all fours on the ground, while Kim sat on his back, duck face and peace sign locked in. In the background, some strangers were staring. One girl’s eyes were wide open, while some guy looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or take a photo of them.
"Jeez," I muttered, shutting the screen. "Those two, I swear..."
Another buzz. A text.
Kim: Are you coming to the concert?
I thumbed back a simple thumbs-down emoji. The worst part? The concert was free. A charity gig. Figures.
The shop door creaked open.
It was Cora.
Messy black hair, small frame swallowed by an oversized t-shirt, tight black pants clinging to her legs.
"H-hey," she said with her usual shaky voice. Dark circles under her eyes. "Evan."
"Hey." I smiled. "Cora, right? Welcome. You here for the concert?"
"I am." She stepped toward me. "You’re... working?"
A faint chuckle slipped out at the end of her words.
"Y-yeah," I said. "Unfortunately."
"Mm..."
She was a tough read. Like she didn’t fully believe her own sentences. The awkward chuckles, the half-smiles that faded as quick as they came.
"Soo..." I said. "Yeah."
"Yeah..." she chuckled, standing there.
"Um... you look good," I offered. "Nice style."
"Heh-heh... thank you..."
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EVENT
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Cora’s Interest +20
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Holy shit. Just for complimenting her? Twenty Interest Points? She was easier to impress than Jasmine or the others. Not that I was complaining. Rewards were rewards.
Might as well push my luck.
"I wish I could’ve gone to the concert with someone," I said, leaning on the mop. "Like you, maybe?"
"S-someone like me?" Her hands fidgeted in front of her. "You wouldn’t want to. Trust me."
"Why not?" I asked. "I like girls like you. You’re cute, if you don’t get me wron—"
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EVENT
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Cora’s Interest +100
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I froze. One hundred points? Just like that? From calling her cute? What the actual fuck? I mean, yeah, I had Charm stacked, but still. This was unreal.
Her face shifted—just for a blink. A sharp, unsettling smile curled on her lips, her eyes dark. It sent a shiver crawling down my spine. Then it was gone, replaced by the same shy, awkward mask.
"I’m sorry," I said quickly. "I didn’t mean to hit on you. That’s unprofessional. I just meant—"
"W-we can..." She stammered, her voice breaking. "Go and d-d-drink coffee tomorrow? If you want, of course."
Coffee? With her? We barely knew each other, and she wanted to grab coffee? Then again, I had been the idiot hitting on her without meaning to. It’d feel shitty to refuse.
"I..." I muttered. "Y-yeah. Sure. Coffee sounds good. I know a place called—"
"Burney’s?" she asked.
"Yes... how did you know?"
"I saw you there... couple of times," she said with a tiny laugh.
"Al—right." I said. "We should exchange numbers. I don’t know if I’m morning or night shift tomorrow."
We both pulled out our phones. As I rattled off my number, I could swear her screen flickered, like my contact was already saved. But then she quickly pulled it close to her chest, hiding it.
"Okay," she said. "I saved it..."
"Yup." I pocketed mine, saving her as Cora in my contacts.
She stood there, hands linked, eyes glued to the floor.
"Soo..." I tried again. "Why’d you stop by? Need a snack before the concert or...?"
"Oh, yeah." She reached for a chocolate bar from the shelf. "I’ll take this."
I walked behind the counter, scanned the item across the register, the beep cutting through the quiet, then handed it back after counting out her change.
"See you tomorrow," Cora said, giving a small wave.
"Yeah. See you."
She slipped out, the door shutting behind her.
I exhaled.
"Man... she’s a weirdo," I muttered. "But poor girl. Coming to the concert alone..."
I was still dragging the mop across the tiles when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Ivy.
I picked up.
"Evan. You’re not asleep yet, are you?"
"Nope. Concert here tonight. I’m stuck late."
"Oh, right—those two." A pause, then: "Anyway, Mom wants to know if you can look at her computer."
"What’s wrong with it?"
"Overheats. Fan’s dead. Runs slow as hell. We don’t wanna pay someone... since we’ve got an idiot like you around."
"Wow. Appreciate the love." I let out a breath. "I’ll text you tomorrow, let you know when I’m free."
She snorted. "Listen to you—like some big-shot businessman. You’re still just a gas station clerk."
"Why the hate?"
"I don’t know. Guess I’m still pissed about that Richard thing."
"When’s that gonna fade?"
"When you fix this damn computer." She yawned. "Alright, I’m out. Later, clerk."
"You wound me."
"Mm. Bye."
"Yeah, bye."
I slid the phone back into my pocket, staring at the mop like it was mocking me. Tomorrow was already stacked—Kim wanted me to come by and fuck her while Tom watched, Cora had roped me into coffee, my shift was still a mystery, and now Delilah’s busted computer was on the list.
"Businessman Evan," I muttered with a laugh, shaking my head. "God, I’m tired."
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