Chapter 162: Chapter 162

We moved to the tub’s edge. I sat on the wide marble rim, legs in the water. Nala scooted closer, still shy, but smiling. Jasmine handed me a glass of water from the side table. I drank deep, the heat and sex leaving me parched.

Tessa floated over, resting her chin on my thigh. “You always cum like that?”

“Only when it’s good,” I said, smirking.

Kim straddled the tub edge beside me, legs dangling. “We’re not done. I’ve been patient.”

I looked at her—full tits, flushed skin, eyes hungry. My cock twitched, already stirring. Libido 10 was a hell of a drug. “Come here.”

She stood, turned, and bent over the tub like Tessa had. I moved behind her, hands on her hips. Her pussy was soaked, lips swollen. I rubbed the head along her slit, teasing.

Don’t make me wait,” Kim said, pushing back impatiently, her ass grinding against my cock.

I slid in slow, inch by inch. She was tighter than Tessa, wetter than Nala, her pussy gripping me like a fist. I groaned as I bottomed out. “Fuck, Kim.”

She moaned, head dropping forward, hair spilling over the tub edge. “Yes. Just like that.”

I started slow, building a rhythm. Water sloshed with each thrust, rose petals swirling. Nala watched from the tub, fascinated, fingers still moving under the surface, her eyes wide. Jasmine leaned back against the marble, sipping wine, legs crossed, enjoying the show.

I picked up speed, hips snapping. Kim’s ass rippled with each impact, the sound sharp in the steamy room. “You like that?” I asked, voice rough.

“Love it,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, pounding deep. Tessa floated closer, kissing Kim’s shoulder. “Take it, baby.”

Kim’s moans turned to cries. “Evan… yes… right there…”

I reached around, thumb on her clit. She bucked, pussy clenching. “I’m close,” she gasped.

“Cum for me,” I said.

She did—hard, body shaking, pussy spasming around me. I kept thrusting, chasing my release. The pressure built fast again.

“When you made us pack in a hurry,” Kim said between moans, “I thought we were doing naughty stuff. So I cleaned my ass just for you.”

I froze mid-thrust. “Fuck yeah?”

She grinned over her shoulder. “Oil’s in the cabinet… probably.”

I pulled out, cock slick. Jasmine hopped out, water streaming off her. She opened a shelf, found a bottle of scented oil, and handed it to me. I poured a generous stream over her ass, rubbing it in, fingers teasing her hole.

Nala’s voice came soft. “I-in the back?”

Jasmine chuckled. “In the ass, Nala. Come closer if you want.”

Kim bent further. “Come look how he destroys my asshole.”

Nala climbed out, dripping, and stood beside me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kissed her cheek. “Watch.”

I pressed the head against Kim’s tight ring. It resisted, tight, but with steady pressure, it popped in. Kim groaned, fingers digging into the tub edge.

“God, yes,” she hissed.

I pushed deeper, slow, the oil helping. Nala’s breath hitched beside me.

After thirty or more seconds of thrusting, I chuckled. “Gape your ass, Kim,” I said. “Let Nala see.”

I pulled out. Kim reached back, spread her cheeks. Her hole gaped, pink and slick. Nala leaned in, eyes wide.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it could stretch this much.”

I quipped, “Hey, your turn will come.”

Nala shook her head fast. “No no no no anal sex no.”

I pouted sarcastically. “Help me then. Grab my cock, put it in her.”

She punched my shoulder, embarrassed, then wrapped her small hand around my shaft. Guided me back to Kim’s ass. I pushed in again—easier now. Kim moaned loud.

Nala stayed at my side, watching every thrust. I hugged her close, one arm around her waist, kissing her temple as I fucked Kim’s ass. The tightness was insane, hotter than her pussy, gripping me like it wanted to keep me forever.

“Feel that?” I growled. “Your ass is perfect, Kim.”

“Fuck yes,” she panted. “Ruin it.”

I slammed deeper, balls slapping. Nala’s hand rested on my hip, feeling the motion. Jasmine watched, sipping wine, legs spread, fingers lazy on her clit.

“Look at her take it,” I said to Nala. “See how she loves it?”

Nala nodded, mesmerized.

Kim pushed back hard, her voice thick with need. “Harder. Let me gape my asshole and take a photo. I wanna see it.”

Jasmine was already moving. She grabbed her phone from the marble sink counter, the screen lighting up her face. “On it.”

I pulled out slow, Kim’s hole staying open, pink and slick with oil and precum. She reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide. The gape was obscene—wide enough to see deep inside.

Jasmine snapped the photo, flash bright in the steam. “Damn, girl. Look at that wreck.”

She turned the screen. Kim craned her neck, eyes widening. “Holy shit. That’s me? Fuck, Evan, you destroyed it.”

“Beautiful,” I said, voice rough. “Perfect little ruin.”

Nala leaned closer from my side, still dripping, eyes huge. “It’s… so open.”

Kim laughed breathlessly. “Wait till you try. You’ll love it.”

I couldn’t wait. My cock was already hard again. I lined up and slammed back in, one thrust to the hilt. Kim cried out, body jerking forward, tits bouncing.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck my wrecked ass!”

I pounded relentless, oil squelching with every stroke. The slap of my hips against her cheeks echoed loud. Nala’s hand tightened on my arm, her breath hot on my neck.

“Look at her take it,” I growled to Nala. “See how she begs?”

Nala nodded, mesmerized. “She loves it.”

Jasmine held the phone up again, recording now. “For the memories.”

Tessa floated closer, kissing Kim’s back. “You’re such a slut for him.”

“His slut,” Kim panted. “Only his.”

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back. “Say it again.”

“Only yours,” she gasped. “Fuck my ass, Evan. Own it.”

I did. Harder. Faster. The tub water sloshed violently, waves crashing over the marble edge. Nala’s fingers found her clit again, rubbing frantic in time with my thrusts, her breath hitching.

“Gonna cum in your ass,” I warned, voice breaking.

“Do it,” Kim demanded, pushing back hard. “Fill my dirty hole. Breed my ass.”

Nala whispered, “It’s so… intense.”

“Here it comes…”

I slammed deep and just fucking let go, cum flooding her in thick, endless pulses. I thrust through it, pumping until I was empty, cock twitching with aftershocks.

Kim’s whole body seized. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the walls. Her ass clenched viciously around me, spasming so hard it almost pushed me out. Her legs buckled and she shook, violent tremors ripping through her, pussy untouched but dripping. Cum and oil leaked from her gaped hole as she convulsed, fingers clawing the tub edge.

“Fuck!” she howled. “I’m—oh god—cumming!”

The orgasm hit her like a freight train, body arching, tits bouncing, water spraying everywhere. I held her hips to keep her upright, stunned. Those extra five points in Pleasure. Had to be. She was wrecked, lost in it, moaning nonsense. I didn’t even touch her pussy and she was like this…

I pulled out slow. Cum poured from her gaped hole, thick streams mixing with the water. Kim reached back with a shaky hand, scooped a fat drop, brought it to her mouth. She sucked it clean, eyes fluttering. “It’s like… like—what the fuck? Like an ice cream. Sweet. Warm. Delicious.”

Tessa laughed, splashing water. “Told you. He’s not normal.”

’I can’t wait to hit 20,’ I thought, staring at the ceiling. ’See what the hell happens then.’

The steam rose thick and fragrant. The city lights flickered beyond the frosted windows. No one spoke—just breathing, heartbeats, the soft lap of water.

The night was young. The penthouse was ours.

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Fivesome

EXP Gained: +217

Star Rating: 4.8 ★★★★

Reason: –

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❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

I woke up at seven that morning. Nala was beside me, standing with one leg propped on the bed, fixing her pantyhose. Kim and Tessa had crashed in their own rooms last night, wiped out from yesterday. Jasmine, Nala, and I took the master bedroom.

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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: [█████████▒▒▒] 823/1131

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The sight of Nala—pantyhose halfway up, skirt hiked to her knee, blue panties peeking out—hit me like a sunrise. I smiled without thinking.

“Sorry,” she said. “Did I wake you?”

“Nah. Glad I woke up to this.”

Nala smiled shyly. “You really are a perv.”

“Guilty.”

She sat on the bed’s edge. Jasmine slept on my other side, head on my arm, naked body pressed tight. Nala looked at me, kissed my lips soft, then played with my hair.

“I…” she started. “I feel… confident. Different.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “When I lost my virginity, I felt the same. Probably.”

“Who was your first?” Nala asked.

I glanced at Jasmine. “Her.”

“I wish… I was your first,” Nala whispered, fingers still in my hair. “Like you were mine.”

I leaned forward, careful not to wake Jasmine, and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, rested her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.

“Yesterday was… strange,” she said. “You, Jasmine, Tessa, Kim… you’re used to group sex, huh?”

“In a way, yeah.”

“I’m sorry. I was awkward. I didn’t know what to do…”

“I love your awkwardness,” I said, meeting her eyes. “I love everything about you. And… know what else I like?”

“What?”

“Cosplay,” I chuckled. “We should do it. You, Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, and me.”

“I heard an influencer’s hosting an anime cosplay convention this week,” she said. “At a café. Nerdy stuff—cards, quizzes, the works.”

“We should go.”

“I was going to ask today,” Nala said. “After the vote, of course. God, what if they don’t pick me for CEO?”

“You’re Guy’s sister, Nala. They will.” I paused. “Hey, why not let me come? I want to be there.”

“I can’t let you in the meeting, Evan. Sorry.”

“Not the meeting. Just… there for you.”

“Okay…” Nala checked her watch. “Then get up fast. I need to be there in fifteen.”

“Yes, ma’am, CEO, ma’am.”

I swung my legs off the bed and stood, stretching. A knock came at the door—soft, hesitant. Jasmine was still sleeping, good. I didn’t want to wake her up.

“Get in,” I called.

The door opened. Minne, one of the maids, stepped through, short crimson-dyed hair framing her petite face, shy eyes downcast. How old was she, twenty one? Maybe twenty two? She held a folded uniform in her arms. “I heard Master’s voice, so I came. Here’s the uniform for today. It belonged to my previous master, but I think it’ll fit.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hey, let’s drop the ’master’ thing, alright? That’s… kind of cringe. Call me Evan.”

Jasmine stirred, propped on an elbow, watching quietly.

“B-but—”

“I’d prefer Evan.”

Minne nodded, cheeks pink. Then, with a robotic movement, as if she wasn’t human anymore, she looked at me. “As per the ’thing’ in my contract, I’ll serve you now.”

“Serve?” I repeated, brow furrowing.

She set the folded uniform on the bed’s edge with careful hands, then knelt in front of me. Her fingers moved to my pants buckle, trembling slightly.

Jasmine’s eyes widened from the bed. Nala clenched both fists at her sides, biting her lip so hard it went white. Rage flashed across her face—her expression screamed, old memories of helplessness against Guy boiling up.

I stepped back fast. “Wow, wow, wow. You do not need to serve me. I can tell you don’t want this, Minne. This is rapey as hell.”

Minne froze, hands hovering. “It’s… in my contract, Master—”

“Stop with the master thing, Jesus.”

She swallowed, eyes on the floor. “Clause 14-B. ’Morning service.’ If I don’t… start the day with oral satisfaction for the primary resident, I’m in breach. Immediate termination. No severance.”

I stared. “You’re telling me Guy wrote blowjobs into your employment contract?”

She nodded, voice small. “He said it was ’motivational.’ If I refused, I’d be fired on the spot. No reference. Blacklisted from every agency in the city.”

Nala’s knuckles cracked. “That bastard.”

Minne kept going, barely above a whisper. “I have student loans. My mom’s medical bills. I can’t lose this job. Ms. Nolin always helped me after—ice packs, painkillers, kind words. I owe her everything.”

Jasmine sat up fully now, sheet clutched to her chest. “That’s not a contract. That’s slavery.”

I crouched to Minne’s level, gentle. “Look at me.”

She did—eyes glassy, scared.

“You’re not doing this. Not for me. Not ever again.”

“But the clause—”

“Fuck the clause. I’m tearing up that contract the second Nala’s in charge. You’re safe.”

Minne blinked, confused. “You… you’d do that?”

“Already done in my head.”

I grabbed her shoulders, lifted her to her feet. She was light, fragile.

“How about a break?” I said. “Go outside. Change into normal clothes. Hang with friends. Eat something that isn’t penthouse leftovers.”

“But—”

“No buts. Go. That’s an order—from Evan, not Master.”

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EVENT

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Minne’s Interest +1

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She hesitated, then smiled—small, real. “O-okay. Thank you, Mast—Evan.”

She slipped out, door clicking shut.

I muttered a curse about Guy, grabbed the uniform, and dressed.

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