Chapter 255: Chapter 255

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Eightsome

EXP Gained: +1354

Reputation-Good Bonus: +132

Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★

Reason: –

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Damn, look at that EXP I gained. It was worth it every second, every millisecond of it. Honestly, even if there were no rewards, I’d still do it again without hesitation. Just look at that—fucking wonderful.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 12)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 74 kg

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EXP: [██░░░░░░░░] 1028/3491

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Level twelve, finally. After getting a total of 1486 EXP, of course I’d level up. I couldn’t help but think about the first time I ever got this system and how I used to struggle during sex, relying almost entirely on that massage oil like an idiot. Now with Pleasure 20, I barely needed help at all. And I could go even higher if I wanted to—which I probably would next.

Before that, though, I needed to check the Shop. Just as I was about to pull it up, Delilah grabbed my chin, turned my face toward her, and kissed me. I kissed her back and kept playing with Kayla’s nipples.

“You were wonderful,” she whispered.

“You too,” I said, kissing her again. “I love you.”

I smiled faintly and looked up at the ceiling where the UI waited. Mentally, I selected Shop and watched the window appear. And—yeah. New item.

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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)

• Desire Aura (100c)

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Credits: 1300c

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Desire Aura.

Out of pure reflex, I lifted my hand and tapped it; to anyone watching, it looked like I was just pressing thin air. Lucky for me, no one was watching. Quite literally, they were all too fucked silly to notice anything at all.

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Desire Aura

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Effect: Surround yourself with an

aura of irresistible attraction,

causing women around

you to become more

susceptible to romantic

or sexual advances. It can be turned

on and off without a penalty.

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+75% to Charm skill effectiveness.

-50% to Strength while active.

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Cost: 200c

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So, a 75% boost to Charm, basically pushing me into the twenty-something range temporarily. The downside was annoying—the Strength reduction would drop me to four or five. Still, since it could be turned on and off instantly, it was actually a pretty good ability overall. I’d just need to be smart about it.

I decided to hold off on buying it for now. No rushing. I could always grab it later after thinking more clearly.

With that done, it was time to handle my stats. I had two points stored, and with this new level I now had five total. So I added one point to Strength to finally hit ten.

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 10

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: 4

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“I think Tessa is done,” Delilah said, getting up. “I’ll have a shower next.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, watching as she went.

I guess I had to just… wait for dinner now. There was no way I could go for another round; I was spent. Even if I dumped all my Ability Points into Libido, there was no saving me after being edged like that. Hell, even Libido 20 wouldn’t fix the kind of burnout I was feeling. I couldn’t even remember how I managed to calm myself when they took turns with me.

Erogenous Insight had carried me hard. The weak spots changed depending on the situation, but from what I remembered: Jasmine’s was her tummy—she always reacted when I licked her there. Kim’s were, weirdly enough, her armpits… which I didn’t touch, not wanting to freak the others out, but yeah—I definitely wanted to. The rest was… a blur. Didn’t matter; the skill always kicked in when I needed it.

“Crazy,” Kayla muttered against my shoulder, still trying to catch her breath.

“Crazy good?” I asked. “Or crazy bad?”

“Both?” she said, her voice half-laugh, half-shock. “You told me you were in an open relationship with Nala. Not… with a whole squad.”

“I maybe lied to not weird you out,” I admitted. “Sorry.”

“Well, too late,” she said. “I’m weirded the fuck out now.”

“You… didn’t like it?” I asked. “Wait—no one forced you, right?”

She exhaled, rubbing her forehead. “No, Evan. It’s not that. I wasn’t forced. It’s just… holy shit. I need a day or two to process what just happened.”

I chuckled softly and let go of her, easing myself upright. My whole body felt like wet noodles. I stretched, rubbed the back of my neck, trying to get some sense back into myself.

The girls were sprawled out on the carpet and blankets, breathing like they’d just finished a marathon. Minne, though, was on her knees, holding her lower back and wincing as she tried to push herself upright.

“Ouch…” she whispered.

“You good?” I asked, stepping over to her.

“Y-yes, Master,” she said, cheeks flushed, hair messy. “I didn’t know… anal sex would be this painful.”

“You did great,” I told her, gently touching her cheek. “Thank you.”

She smiled shyly, eyes lowering. “It was my pleasure, Master.”

“Good girl.”

“Master…” Kayla repeated from the floor, lifting her head just enough to look at me. “Even your maid. Wow.”

I smirked, then slapped Minne’s ass gently. “Especially my maid.”

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The dinner was awkward at best.

Minne had outdone herself: the long table was loaded like a five-star restaurant. Perfectly seared filet mignon with truffle butter, lobster tails split and grilled with garlic and lemon, creamy truffle risotto, grilled asparagus drizzled with aged balsamic, a colorful heirloom tomato and burrata salad, and fresh-baked rosemary focaccia still steaming from the oven. Crystal wine glasses sparkled, the girls swirling deep red Cabernet while Delilah and I stuck to fresh-squeezed blood-orange juice in tall flutes.

There weren’t enough seats at the dining table, so Delilah and I ended up side-by-side on the kitchen island stools, plates balanced on the marble counter. Everyone else filled the table, laughing and passing dishes, still flushed and glowing from earlier. Kayla sat between Nala and Jasmine, looking like she’d been dropped into an alternate universe. Her fork hovered over her lobster, eyes wide, that same stunned expression she’d worn since the moment six coats hit the floor.

“Can you pass the salad, please?” Kim asked her, smiling.

Kayla blinked, stared at her plate for a long second, then jolted. “Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry, here.”

Delilah leaned in, voice low so only I could hear. “It’s awkward, huh?”

“A little,” I admitted, cutting into my steak. “Look at her face. She’s still rebooting.”

Delilah hid a grin behind her glass. “I had the same expression the first time I walked in on you with three of them. Takes a minute.”

I smirked. “Speaking of… you never gave me a straight answer earlier. Weren’t you supposed to be having dinner with Ivy tonight?”

“It was a surprise,” she murmured, eyes twinkling. “The girls and I were going to wait for you in the bedroom, all dressed up in the new sets. But someone decided to ditch us for a secret fuck-session.”

“Yikes. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Punishing you felt really good, I can’t lie.”

“Yeah… parts of me are still recovering.”

Delilah’s smile turned wicked. While I took another bite, her hand slid casually onto my thigh under the counter, then higher, fingers tracing the seam of my pants. She found my zipper, tugged it down slow and silent, and slipped her warm hand inside.

My cock twitched instantly, already swelling against her palm.

She arched a brow, squeezing gently. “Seriously? You can get hard again already?”

I exhaled a quiet laugh, shifting on the stool. “When it’s you touching me? Different rules, mama.”

She stroked once, slow and teasing, thumb brushing the head. “Good answer, daddy.”

The high marble counter hid everything below our chests from the dining table. To the girls, we just looked like two people enjoying a quiet dinner. In reality, Delilah had already freed my cock from my pants, letting it spring hot and heavy into her waiting hand.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave a slow, appreciative stroke, thumb tracing one thick vein that stood out like a ridge.

“God, Evan… I can feel every vein,” she whispered, voice low and filthy, eyes locked on mine. “They’re pulsing. So hot against my palm. You’re still half-wrecked and they’re already throbbing for me.”

I exhaled through my nose, trying to keep my face neutral while the girls laughed about something at the table. “Yeah… they get like that when the woman touching me is carrying my kid. Blood knows where it wants to go.”

Delilah’s smile turned wicked. She stroked again, slow and deliberate, twisting at the head. “Mmm, look how angry it looks. All swollen and red, veins standing out like they’re begging to pump me full again. I love how it jumps when I squeeze right here…”

She tightened her grip just under the crown. My hips jerked involuntarily.

“Careful,” I muttered, voice rough. “I’m still sensitive as fuck. You’re gonna make me—”

“Cum in front of everyone?” she finished, stroking faster now, slick with the bead of pre-cum she’d coaxed out. “Do it. I want to feel you lose it while we’re all eating like a normal family.”

I was already there, balls tight, spine tingling. One more stroke and—

Delilah’s fork slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor.

“Oh—oops,” she said, way too casually.

But she didn’t bother climbing down like a normal person. Instead, still sitting on her counter stool, she simply leaned forward, bending at the waist, her upper body disappearing between my knees under the high counter.

From the outside, it looked like she was just stretching to grab her fork.

No one glanced twice. Jasmine was scrolling through her phone. Kim was picking at her salad. Nala was still talking about the storm. All of them too tired to care.

But Delilah’s hand slid between my thighs.

Then her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock.

I sucked in a breath sharply, gripping the counter edge. She didn’t move her stool—didn’t stand—just stayed half-bent over, hidden by the countertop, taking me into her mouth slow and deep.

No one noticed a damn thing.

Delilah bobbed her head in a small, tight rhythm, the kind she could get away with without her shoulders moving too much. Her tongue teased the underside, her lips sealing tight around me. I felt my pulse hammering instantly.

A sharp swirl of heat shot through me, and before I could even brace myself—

I came hard, straight down her throat.

My whole body tensed on the stool. Delilah swallowed every drop without a sound. No gag. No cough. Nothing.

She slowly pulled off, wiped her lips with two fingers, and finally grabbed her “fallen” fork from the floor before sitting up straight again.

Not one person at the counter reacted.

She leaned over, whispered with a tiny smirk only I could hear:

“Wow… you came so little.”

I let out a shaky breath and took a long sip from my orange juice.

“Yeah… I wonder why.”

Outside, thunder cracked and rain hammered the windows like fists. The storm raged on.

Inside, seven women kept eating like nothing happened. Warm lights. Warm food. Warm air. And Delilah casually licking a stray drop from her thumb.

Cozy. Relaxing. Perfect.

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