Chapter 212: Chapter 212

She waited until the twitching died down, then started again, slower, almost lazy. I reached for her thighs, sliding my palms up smooth skin, thumbs brushing the crease where leg met hip. She let me. I cupped her tits through the tank, rolled her nipples between my fingers until they were rock-hard and she let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Greedy boy,” she whispered, but didn’t stop me. “You can touch all you want. Just don’t fuck my hand.”

She leaned forward, letting her tits drag across my chest, nipples scraping my skin. I pinched harder; she hissed and sped up her strokes in retaliation.

Six minutes in she switched to feather-light strokes, just her fingertips tracing every vein, circling the head until I was leaking constantly. My hips jerked; she slapped my thigh, sharp.

“Behave, or I’ll tie you down.”

Then she went hard and fast, slick, perfect pressure, twisting both hands in opposite directions. I was right there in seconds.

She let go.

I growled. She laughed, low and filthy, and leaned forward, letting her tits brush my chest while she worked me with one lazy hand again.

“Halfway,” she whispered against my ear, breath hot. “Still ten minutes left of pure torture.”

She kept it going, fast strokes, slow strokes, just the head, just the shaft, sometimes both hands, sometimes one finger tracing the ridge until I was shaking. Every single time I got close she pulled away completely, waited until my cock started softening from frustration, then built me right back up like it was nothing.

Ten minutes left. My thighs were trembling, pre-cum pooling on my stomach in a sticky mess.

“God, look at you,” she purred, dragging a nail up the underside. “Leaking like a broken toy. You’re so desperate it’s adorable.”

Eight minutes left. I was babbling actual nonsense, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, trying to pull her closer.

“Jas…”

“Mm?”

“I’m… I will… oh, fuck. I wanna cum…”

“Not yet, Evan. Hold it a bit more.”

Six minutes left. She changed tactics again, short, rapid strokes right under the crown while her other hand gently squeezed my balls. I lasted maybe twenty seconds.

She stopped.

“Jasmine…”

“Come on, you can do it,” she said, grinning, and started again.

Four minutes. She edged me twice more in quick succession, bringing me to the edge so fast my vision blurred, then yanking it away. My whole body was shaking now, abs clenched so tight they burned.

Two minutes. She finally locked both hands around me again, pumping fast and relentless, one twisting under the crown, the other stroking the shaft in perfect sync.

“Close,” I rasped, voice wrecked.

“I know,” she purred, leaning down until her lips brushed my ear. “Hold it. Twenty minutes exactly. I want you to explode the second that timer hits zero.”

One minute. I was dying, every muscle locked, breath coming in ragged gasps.

Thirty seconds. She didn’t slow down.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten. Fuck this. What kind of person would enjoy this? I was actually dying here.

She leaned down, licked a stripe up my neck, and whispered right against my ear, “Now.”

The timer hit 20:00.

After a few seconds, I came hard, three thick, heavy ropes that shot across my stomach and splashed onto her fist and forearm. The buildup made every pulse brutal, pleasure ripping through me like fire. My hips jerked, cock throbbing in her grip as she milked me through it, squeezing and stroking slow until I was completely spent and gasping for air.

When it finally ended I collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving, limbs heavy as lead. Fuuck.

Jasmine wiped her hand on my thigh, picked up the phone, and grinned down at me.

“Twenty minutes on the dot,” she said, voice husky. “Good boy. You earned every drop.”

I was still shaking, thighs twitching, brain completely scrambled. I pushed myself up on the couch and sat, slumping forward like dead weight.

Jasmine chuckled, leaned down, and kissed the tip of my oversensitive cock. A high-pitched moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.

She dropped down beside me and stretched her legs across my lap.

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Quest Completed

Title: Two’s the number

Reward: +120 EXP, 120c

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Phew. Two quests in one day. I actually doubted myself, thinking I couldn’t handle it, but I did it.

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Quest Completed

Title: Hands-On Experience

Reward: +90 EXP, 80c, +1 Strength

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And yeah, the rewards for this… damn. Never again, though. This was a fucking torture. But I couldn’t lie, cumming felt much more intense. But no. Edging was a no from me.

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– Evan Marlowe (Lvl 11)

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– Age: 21

– Height: 180 cm

– Weight: 74 kg

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– EXP: [██░░░░░░░░] 572/2970

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I earned a good amount of experience points. Though, what I was looking for was definitely the credits I earned. After buying that Main Quest thing, I was officially broke.

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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)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Main Quest Unlock (Bought)

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– Credits: 200c

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Finally. Two hundred credits would be enough for now. I wasn’t planning on buying mastery or ability points right now. But maybe, when I get more in the future, why not?

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 6

Charm : 12

– Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹☐☐☐)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

– Seductive Allure

Libido : 10

Pleasure: 20

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (Passive) (☐)

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Unused Ability Points: 2

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And, yes. Plus one strength. I mean, I’d rather it was Libido or something, but Strength was okay too, I guess. Better than nothing.

“Who is Emma?” Jasmine asked. “You told me she was a friend of Minne and Nala, right?”

“Yeah,” I rasped, still half-brain-dead. “She, uh… Nala and Emma were friends. When Minne needed a job, Emma recommended her to Guy. That’s how she got hired.”

“Worst decision of her life, huh?” Jasmine said, stretching her legs across my lap. Her bare foot started lazily playing with my limp cock again.

“Probably,” I muttered. “Poor Minne.”

I grabbed my phone, scrolled through some headlines without really reading, then suddenly remembered Charlotte. Shit. I still had to apologize to her properly. Couldn’t believe Cora had kidnapped her like that. This crazy chick…

“Man, I’m sleepy,” I said, stubbing the cigarette out. “Wanna hit the hay?”

“Some of us need to work, Evan,” Jasmine exhaled. “You go ahead.”

“Alright.” I stood up, her feet lifting so I could move.

“Night, hon.”

“Night, trouble.”

I walked naked through the quiet penthouse, pushed open the master-bedroom door, same bed where Delilah had greeted me earlier, bent over and dripping, and the memory made my exhausted cock give one last tired twitch.

I collapsed face-first onto the mattress, didn’t even pull the covers, and let sleep take me.

❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

Two days had passed since the mole story broke, and we were still nowhere. Nala had pulled every string she had, called in favors, even forced an emergency board meeting, but the leaker was a ghost. Smart bastard.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, pushing up from my desk. “Fucking mole.”

I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack, fished the cigarettes out of the pocket, and headed for the elevator. Break time for ’normal people,’ but Nala had locked herself in her office just in case. The last few days she’d been quiet, shoulders slumped. The whole penthouse felt heavy, no laughter, no teasing, just tension.

The elevator doors slid open and I stepped inside, pressed zero, and waited. Just as the doors began to close, a hand thrust between them. They sprang back, revealing Marcus Hale. He gave me a faint nod as he stepped in.

For reasons I couldn’t fully explain, Marcus sat at the very top of my list of people who might be the mule.

“Slow morning,” he said.

“Yeah.” I leaned against the wall. “Any progress on the mole?”

“Nothing. Starting tomorrow, everyone hands their phone to security at the door. New policy.”

“That’s smart.”

“My idea,” he said, shrugging. “Told Guy about it months ago. He laughed in my face.”

The elevator started its descent.

“People wouldn’t even dare to betray Guy,” Marcus said. “But with Nala? Look what happened on the first day, a damn mule.”

“She’ll overcome this,” I said, leaning lacing my fingers together. “I just know it.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Evan,” Marcus went on. “But Nala’s just a weird cosplayer to me. Some of my coworkers told me they saw her at a cartoon convention a couple weeks ago.”

“Anime convention,” I corrected.

“Tomato, tomahto. It’s all 2D bullshit,” he scoffed. “The only real reason she’s sitting in that chair is because her brother is Guy Nolin—not because of this Phoenix Project.”

“You trust our new CEO too little,” I quipped.

“I trust my gut,” Marcus said. “And you know what my gut is telling me, Evan?”

“What?”

“That we’re fucked.”

The doors slid open, and he stepped out.

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