Chapter 25: Chapter 25

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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)

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Credits: 75c

Select item to purchase.

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“Hypnotic Perfume…” I muttered. “What was it again?”

Another window slid open:

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Hypnotic Perfume

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Effect: Increases Charm by

20% + User Level

Duration: 30 Minutes

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I frowned. “Charm, huh? I should check that.”

The stat page blinked on:

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 5

Libido: 3

Pleasure: 2

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So with my level being two… twenty percent of five was one, plus two from my level, that made three extra points. Eight charm total.

“Eight charm…” I whispered. “Enough to make her want me? No idea. But worth the gamble.”

I hit purchase and opened the shop one more time to check my credit.

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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)

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Credits: 35c

Select item to purchase.

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“Damn… getting poor here.”

No bottle appeared this time. Instead, a faint smoke curled up from my skin, shimmering before it vanished. The scent lingered—sweet, heady, like strawberries laced with something richer.

I inhaled. Even I felt a little lightheaded.

“Alright,” I muttered, flexing my hands on the armrests. “Let’s see if this is enough to get her on her knees.”

The curtain lifted, and she stepped inside like sin wrapped in lace. Her outfit was barely there—black mesh clinging to her curves, tiny straps hugging her waist, and a thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were pushed high by the cut of her top, nipples teasingly outlined against the thin fabric. Long legs in sheer stockings ended in gleaming heels that clicked softly against the floor.

Her eyes—dark, sly, hungry—landed on me, and her lips curled into a slow smirk. “Oh,” she purred, voice like velvet and smoke, “aren’t you a handsome one?”

I swallowed, trying not to stare too hard. “Guess I got lucky tonight.”

She chuckled, a low sound that stirred heat in my gut. “Mm, we’ll see just how lucky you are.”

She moved toward me, hips swaying in a rhythm that already had my cock straining against my jeans. Then the music outside bled into the booth, and she started her dance—slow, sexy. She placed her hands on the chair’s backrest behind me, leaning in close so her cleavage hovered right in front of my face, then rolled her hips as she backed away, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She turned, lowering herself until her ass hovered inches from my lap, then grinding in a teasing circle without quite touching me. Her perfume—mixed with mine—made the air thick, electric.

“You like that?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

“Hell yeah…” I breathed before I could stop myself.

Her body arched up, and she dragged her hands slowly down her sides, over her thighs, before snapping her hips forward, making her breasts bounce under the thin mesh.

I couldn’t help myself—I reached out, brushing my fingers against the curve of her thigh.

Her hand shot out, catching my wrist, her smile sharp but playful. “Hands off, mister. You know the rules.”

“Sorry,” I muttered quickly, though my cock throbbed with the ache of wanting.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing, but she didn’t pull away. She lingered close, letting her breath fan against my ear. “Mm, eager, aren’t you?”

Well, shit. The perfume was working, I could feel it—her body leaned closer, her pupils slightly blown—but not enough. Not enough to tip her over the edge. I’d banked everything on this. And I had no more points left. Fuck. I should’ve thought this through.

Still, she didn’t back away. She straightened, smirking down at me, and ran her fingers along her own stomach, dipping lower, dangerously close to that thong. “You’re watching every move I make, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” I shot back, forcing a grin.

Her laugh was low, breathless. “Mm, no. I like being watched.” She turned again, slow grind, hair flipping over her shoulder as she bent, hands braced on her knees. Every curve, every sway of her hips was a deliberate torment.

She slowed her grind when her eyes dipped lower—straight to the thick bulge straining in my jeans. Her smirk widened.

“Well, well…” she teased, shifting her weight before lowering herself onto my lap. Her ass pressed against my cock, grinding slowly. The pressure made me grit my teeth.

“You’re… playing dirty,” I muttered, breath shaky.

“That’s the point, handsome.” She leaned back slightly, her hair brushing my cheek as she rolled her hips again. Then, almost absentmindedly, she inhaled and tilted her head. “Mm. You smell good. Different. Sweet.”

I forced a grin, playing along. “Guess I’m not the only intoxicating one here.”

Her laugh vibrated through her body into mine, low and warm. My hands hovered at her waist, dying to grab her, but I held back.

“Hey,” I whispered, lips brushing the side of her neck. “How much for a blowjob?”

Her breath hitched for half a second, but then her lips curled into a knowing smile. “Fifty. And I’m all yours.”

I was about to answer when the curtain ripped open.

The bouncer from before filled the doorway, arms crossed, eyes hard. “Knew I saw someone slip in here.”

“Oh, shit.”

“I knew it! I knew someone slipped past!”

He moved fast. One big hand pulled the dancer gently off my lap, setting her aside with surprising care. The other clamped onto my collar like a steel vice, yanking me to my feet before I could say a word.

“Wait, hey—!”

“Save it,” he growled, dragging me out into the hallway. He shoved me toward the back exit, slammed the door open, and—fuck me—literally booted my ass out onto the concrete.

I stumbled forward, nearly falling on my face.

The door slammed shut behind me with a heavy clang. His voice came muffled through it: “Don’t come back here, or I’ll beat you to a pulp.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shouted at the empty alley, rubbing my sore ass. “There goes my credit…”

And sure enough, the system chimed.

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QUEST FAILED

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Title: Club Temptations

Task: Go to a strip club and

make a woman have sex with you

without paying.

Reward: +76 EXP

+2 Ability Points

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Result: You’ve been kicked

out from the Club.

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“Agh, fuck it,” I groaned, lighting up a smoke with shaking hands. “Just a slight obstacle in the road.”

I exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the night sky. “Better be off before they call the cops or something. Damn it…”

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