Chapter 271: Chapter 271

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Threesome

EXP Gained: +300

Good-Hearted Bonus: +30

Star Rating: 3.1 ★★★

Reason: You came too early.

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Bliss Multiplier: 30c

Mystery Chest Earned

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Well, I could’ve done better, but after hearing what Minne said, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I let go. At least I got some rewards for it, and a mystery chest.

The chest gave me fifty more gold, bringing my total to…

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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: 2182c

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Nice. Every time I opened the shop, that one mastery point always seemed to blink at me. It was tempting, but no. I decided to wait and level up first, see if any new items popped up, then I’d make my decision.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 12)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 75 kg

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EXP: [█████████░] 3478/3491

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God, I was so close to leveling up. But, of course, the system penalized me for climaxing too early. Eh, whatever. Hearing those words from Minne made me feel a lot better, anyway.

This girl… I swear…

❤︎‬‪‪❤︎❤︎

This was it.

I eased the car up to the side curb and killed the engine. The snow-speckled windshield went quiet, the heater hummed, and for a second I just stared at myself in the rearview mirror. Charm skill doing its job, hair looking decent, face sharp. I still wanted to level that skill up more, see how far I could push it, but credits were tight… well, not tight but I just wanted to save them for later.

“Come on, Evan,” I muttered at my reflection. “It’s just dinner. Friendly dinner. She isn’t gonna confess.”

But who the hell was I kidding? I literally heard her talking with Kayla. Of course she was going to confess. And I’d never rejected a woman before. Not properly. What was I even going to say if she actually… said it? Damn.

I opened the door, stepped out, and the cold punched me right in the face. Snow was falling hard now, fat flakes sticking to my hair and coat instantly. I locked the car and hurried toward her building, hands tucked deep into my pockets, boots crunching in the snow.

I raised my hand to knock.

The door opened before I touched it.

Mendy stood there in the warm yellow glow of her hallway. I stepped inside quickly, shaking the cold off my shoulders, exhaling in relief.

“Hey,” she said softly. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Hi,” I replied, turning toward her—and froze for a second.

Holy hell.

Mendy wasn’t wearing her usual t-shirts or comfy sweaters. Her long, straight dark hair fell over her shoulders, smooth and shiny, and the dress… wow.

It was a long, elegant wine-red dress that hugged her sides and flowed down her legs. Thin straps on her shoulders. A soft V-shaped neckline that showed just enough cleavage to make my heartbeat tick up. She’d even done light makeup—subtle lipstick, eyeliner, cheeks a little rosier than usual.

“Oh… wow,” I let slip. “You look… really good.”

Her cheeks went red in an instant. “T-thanks. I just… bought this, so I thought I’d try it on. For tonight.”

“Yeah?” I said with a small smile. “It’s perfect. Looks great on you.”

“You’re making me blush,” she murmured, giving an awkward, shy little laugh.

“Sorry,” I chuckled. “I mean it, though.”

“Oh! I’ll get your jacket.”

I shrugged off my jacket, and she took it gently, hanging it on the rack like it was something fragile. I pulled my gloves, shoved them into the coat, and rubbed my hands together to get some warmth back.

Mendy motioned toward the living room. “Shall we?”

“Yep.” I followed her in. “Sorry I came in just sweaters and pants. Didn’t know the dinner had a dress code.”

She snorted, nudging my shoulder lightly. “There wasn’t a dress code. Trust me.”

We both laughed awkwardly. That kind of laugh where you don’t know where to look next.

I sat on the single couch, and she sat on the double—closest to me, angled toward me. Then she paused, smacked her forehead lightly with her palm, then got up after two seconds.

“I forgot. Do you want something to drink?”

“Got a soda?”

“Penelope might’ve brought some yesterday,” she said, heading to the kitchen. “Let me check.”

I watched her cross the kitchen tiles, her hips swaying under the red fabric. When she bent down to open the fridge, the dress stretched just enough for me to notice how round her ass actually was.

Kayla still held first place… but Mendy wasn’t far behind at all.

Nah, no. No. Focus, Evan. You’re not here for that.

She lit up when she found a soda, twisted the cap off, and handed it to me on her way back. She returned to the kitchen for her own drink and poured herself some orange juice.

When she sat again, she tucked one leg under the other, subtle but cute.

“So,” I said, leaning back. “How’re you doing lately?”

“Good,” she said. “I, um… moved the couches. If you noticed.”

“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “This single one used to be over there, and that double one was near the window.”

“Mm.” She smiled shyly. “Just… trying new things. I got bored yesterday and wanted to rearrange.”

“I get that. Sometimes you just need a change of scenery.”

We both sipped our drinks, letting a quiet moment settle. I kept shifting my eyes—bottle, carpet, table—doing anything not to stare too long at her. Knowing what I knew made the air feel thick.

“Are you hungry?” she asked finally. “I made lasagna. And banana pudding for dessert.”

I whistled. “Banana pudding? I might skip dinner and go straight for that.”

“You love desserts?”

“Not really,” I shrugged. “But banana ones? Yeah. Those are my weaknesses.”

She smiled wider, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good to know.”

We took another sip, and the silence returned—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. More like both of us felt something hovering in the air, waiting for the right moment… or the wrong one.

Maybe this awkwardness would save me. Maybe she’d rethink confessing because the vibe was off.

God, I hoped so.

“Uh…” I started, searching for something, anything, to bridge the silence. “Kayla was really nice, right?”

“Yes!” Mendy brightened immediately. “She even helped me pick this dress.”

“Oh? So you got help from her?”

She froze for half a second, eyes widening like she’d said something she wasn’t supposed to. “It’s… kind of. I just wanted to make sure it fit me properly.”

“Hmm.” I finished the last sip of my soda and set the bottle on the coffee table. “Well, shall we eat? I’m starving.”

“Of course.” She stood up so quickly the hem of her dress swayed. “I’ll get the table rea—”

My phone rang sharply. I held up a finger to her and fished it out. Tuck. That probably meant something important.

“Sorry. Work stuff,” I said.

“No problem,” she said with a warm smile. “I’ll get the table ready while you talk.”

I nodded gratefully and slipped toward the sliding glass door, entering the back garden. The moment I stepped outside, the cold air slapped me across the face. The snow layering the garden tiles glittered under the porch lights. I shut the glass door softly, swiped up, and answered.

“Big T,” I said. “What’s up?”

He greeted me instantly with the n-word, his signature way of saying hello. “Listen, my man—are you in trouble?”

“What?”

“A chick came into the gas station, yo,” he said. “Tall, stacked, full-on milf energy. Name’s Carrie.”

“Ah.” I dragged a hand down my face. “What did she want?”

“Dirt on you,” he said. “She said she’d pay for any kinda information.”

“Damn… that bitch.” My jaw clenched. “What did you tell her?”

“Nothin’, man. You know how it is. We tight.”

“Thanks.”

“I looked her up too. This woman is loaded, bro. Like she wipes her ass with money.”

“Yeah, I know.” I muttered. “She and I aren’t exactly friends.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll explain later.” I exhaled, breath fogging in front of me. “Just stay away from her. And let me know if she shows up again.”

“Aight, man. Stay safe.”

“You too, T.”

I hung up and squeezed the phone in my hand, staring through the glass at the dark reflection of the snowy backyard. Carrie wasn’t just pissed—she was actively digging. Looking for dirt, tapping people I knew. All because her son wanted Kim like she was some collectible toy.

She wasn’t all bark. Not at all.

I just didn’t know what the hell I could do about it right now.

Behind me, the door slid open again. Warmth flooded out and Mendy peeked outside, her hair brushing her shoulder.

“It’s ready,” she said gently.

“Great.” I forced a smile and stepped back inside, trying to leave the anger out on the snow.

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