Chapter 142: Chapter 142

Back at my place, the air was thick with sweat and sex. Kim was on all fours on my bed, her ass arched high, her pussy dripping as I fucked her hard from behind. Jasmine was next to me, on her knees, her lips locked with mine, her tongue teasing as I thrust into Kim. Tessa was sprawled on the floor, her pussy oozing with my cum, her chest heaving, exhausted from the pounding I’d given her. We were all sweaty, and fucking hell, I’d fucked the shit out of them.

I groaned, my cock pulsing as I came inside Kim, my lips still on Jasmine’s, my hips hunching forward. I rested my head on Kim’s back, exhaling hard, still spilling into her, my body shaking from the intensity.

I slowly pulled out, my cock slick with her juices and my cum. Kim put a hand over her pussy, catching the drip so it wouldn’t stain my sheets. I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, my chest heaving.

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– Evan Marlowe (Lvl 8)

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– Age: 21

– Height: 180 cm

– Weight: 73 kg

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– EXP: [██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒] 419/1131

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Good. That foursome racked up 140 EXP, bringing me to 419/1131. Not bad for one night, but I was still short on credits since I wasn’t working anymore. Needed to figure that out soon.

“Chinese?” Jasmine said, hopping off the bed, naked and sweaty, her curves glistening in the dim light. “I heard there’s a new place just down the street.”

“Sounds good,” I exhaled, wiping sweat from my brow.

Kim groaned, getting up from the bed, her hand still covering her pussy. “Yup.”

Tessa, still on the floor, raised a shaky hand, giving a thumbs-up. Jasmine nodded, grabbing her phone to call the restaurant, walking naked into the living room. My mind drifted back to the anime convention, to Nala and her asshole brother, the CEO of TechForge. That video of him humiliating her, spitting on her face—it was fucked up. What kind of brother does that to his sister?

“Hey,” Kim said, pausing at the bedroom door. “You didn’t cum that much today. Did you masturbate or something?”

“N-no,” I said, forcing a smile, my Charm stat helping me play it off. “Just… you know.”

Fuck. I had to keep Delilah a secret. They’d figure out I was seeing someone else eventually, and if my Libido stat was higher, maybe I wouldn’t have to lie like that.

Kim shrugged and headed to the bathroom, Tessa following, probably to clean up.

A knock on the door jolted me upright. I propped myself on my elbows, frowning. Who the hell was it at this hour, right at dinner time? I got up, grabbed my pants and a t-shirt, and shuffled to the door, peeking through the peephole. Shit. Ivy. I’d ignored her calls when I got home and jumped into the foursome.

“Evan, you in there?” she called, knocking again. “Come on, just tell me what’s wrong with Mom.”

“Uh-oh,” I muttered, glancing back at the living room. Jasmine was naked, gathering her clothes. Tessa stood by the locked bathroom door, waiting her turn, while Kim was showering. This was not the time for guests.

“Who is it?” Jasmine whispered, clutching her shirt.

“A friend,” I hissed back. “She can’t know you guys are here.”

“Ooh. What you gonna do?” she teased, smirking.

I yanked on my pants and t-shirt, opened the door just a crack, and slipped outside, closing it behind me. “Hey,” I said, forcing a smile. “Ivy. What’s up?”

“Why’d you ignore my calls?” she asked, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing. “I was scared shitless you learned something bad from Mom and didn’t want to tell me.”

“No, no,” I said, leaning against the door, keeping it shut. “Just had some business to take care of. Personal stuff.”

“Fuck personal stuff,” she said, stepping closer. “Tell me, what’d you learn from her?”

Damn. Delilah was hiding that BrightWave bullshit from Ivy—those degenerate assholes bullying her. Ivy didn’t know their arrests were why Delilah was so happy now. I had to keep that under wraps.

“I asked what’s been going on,” I said, my voice steady, Charm stat kicking in. “She said some idiots at BrightWave were giving her a hard time, but it’s handled now. She talked to them, sorted it out. No more bullying.”

“Is there a connection with those BrightWave arrests?” she asked, tilting her head. “And why aren’t we talking inside?”

I ignored the second question. “No connection,” I said, shrugging. “The names she gave didn’t match the arrested guys. She handled it herself. That’s it.”

“So that’s it?” Ivy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “That’s it.”

She smiled, relaxing a bit, then squinted at me. “Why’re you so sweaty? It’s not even hot.”

“Doing some… push-ups,” I said, grinning. “Gotta stay fit, you know?”

“Yeah… I guess,” she said, unconvinced. “Mom’s been saying she wants to hit the gym too. Been bugging me for three days.”

“Hmm,” I muttered, exhaling. “I’d invite you in, but, you know…”

“You say ’you know’ a lot when you’re hiding something, Evan,” she said, smirking. “Luckily, I know you well enough not to care what it is. Okay?”

“Huh… thanks… I guess?”

She laughed, giving my shoulder a light shove. “Let’s grab a drink tomorrow. On you.”

“On me? Fine.”

She smiled, gave a small wave, and headed down the stairs. I waited until she was gone, then slipped back inside, opening the door just enough to squeeze through. I froze. Jasmine, Kim, and Tessa were right there, inches from the door, staring at me. Kim was still wet from her shower, barely dried off, her towel loose.

“Oh, come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Stop it.”

“You know, huh?” Jasmine said, nodding, a teasing grin on her face. “Noted. Good to know.”

“Ugh…” I muttered. “Whatever.”

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I couldn’t find any sleep after that whole thing at the anime convention. The scene with Nala’s brother, that gun, that fucked-up video of him humiliating her—it was burned into my mind, replaying like a bad movie. I stood in front of the kitchen window, Kim sleeping soundly in the bedroom, the rain pattering lazily against the glass, the city’s neon lights flickering through the haze. Smoke from my cigarette curled in the air, my eyes fixed on nothing, just staring into the distance. Not a single thought behind them. Huh… maybe I was that “melancholic detective who likes to stare out the window” type the girls always teased me about.

I didn’t notice the cigarette burning down until the long ash fell to the floor, snapping me out of it.

“Shit,” I muttered, grabbing a tissue, wetting it under the faucet, and crouching to wipe up the mess.

As I scrubbed, I blinked and froze—two bare legs stood in front of me, smooth and perfect, like they belonged to a goddamn statue. I jumped, stumbling back, landing on my ass with a thud. There she was. Dierella. Arms crossed, looking down at me with those piercing eyes, her hair catching the neon glow, her body wrapped in some ethereal, barely-there dress that shimmered like moonlight.

“Evan Marlowe,” she said, her voice calm but commanding, like she owned the fucking room.

“My god…” I gasped, clutching my chest. “I nearly jumped out of my skin.”

“You’ll get used to it,” she said, leaning against the wall, peeking out the window. “Does it always rain in this city?”

“Yeah…” I said, standing, tossing the tissue in the bin. “It does.”

“Sucks,” she said, her tone flat, her eyes scanning the city like it was beneath her.

“Hmm…” I grunted, brushing off my pants. “You… are here. Why?”

“Wanted to talk to my subject,” she said, shrugging, her gaze still fixed outside. “Didn’t know I needed to book a reservation.”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just… why?”

“No reason.”

I leaned against the kitchen counter, glancing at the bedroom door. Through the crack, I saw Kim lying on her side, her chest rising and falling, deep in sleep. Thank fuck—she’d lose her shit if she woke up and saw me with Dierella, a literal goddess standing in my kitchen. My eyes flicked back to Dierella, her curves unreal, her presence making the room feel smaller, heavier.

“When you… gift someone this system,” I said, keeping my voice low, “what happens? Like—what’s in it for you?”

“Without their subjects, goddesses are useless,” she said, her eyes still on the window, like she was watching something I couldn’t see. “Basically, every chick you have sex with grants power to us.”

“Then what?”

“What do you mean, then what?” she asked, turning to me, her eyes narrowing, sharp enough to cut.

“Then what happens? What happens when you get power?”

“Six of us scale our power,” she said, her voice cool, calculated. “The winner gets to sit on the throne, Henrik.”

“How do you know my second na—”

“But,” she cut me off, her lips curling slightly, “we choose our subjects carefully. Miko’s subject is a known playboy. A Casanova. Girls love him. Plus, he’s bi—fucks girls and guys. Double the points for her.”

“There are more system users?” I asked, my heart racing.

“In this country? Only you,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “Miko’s guy is in Europe. Others are scattered. We don’t overlap territories… usually.”

“Why… didn’t you choose anyone else, then?” I asked, leaning forward, my voice dropping. “You stole me from Karamine, right?”

“To knock her out of the game, obviously,” she said, turning to the window again, her silver hair shimmering. “Fewer competitors, better odds for me to ascend and claim the throne.”

“What happens when you sit on the—”

“Enough questions,” she snapped, her voice sharp but not angry, her eyes flicking to mine, holding me in place. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Evan. Fuck your way through those women, rack up points. We might have a shot.”

“Wait—”

I blinked, and she was gone, like she’d never been there. The air felt lighter, the room emptier. “Fuck,” I muttered, rubbing my face.

A throne? Ascending? She thought this was a game? She stole me from Karamine just to boost her chances? I needed more answers, but she’d vanished, leaving me with more questions than I started with. That was for later, I guess.

I glanced at the bedroom door again, Kim still asleep, oblivious to the goddess who’d just popped into my kitchen. My cigarette was out, the tissue in the bin, the rain still falling. I sighed, my mind spinning—Nala, Delilah, the foursome, now this throne bullshit. I needed a drink. Or maybe another cigarette.

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