Chapter 284: Chapter 284

I slammed up into her so hard the sound nearly cracked the bathroom mirror. My cock throbbed deep inside, pulsing hard as I came, thick, hot ropes flooding her pussy one after another. I groaned loud and long, hips jerking with every spurt, pushing deeper to empty everything I had.

One more thrust. Then another. Then another, grinding slow to milk the last drops from my balls.

“Take it all,” I rasped, voice wrecked. “Every fucking drop… feel me filling you up… my perfect girl…”

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Nala

EXP Gained: +410

Big-Hearted Bonus: +50

Star Rating: 4.1 ★★★★

Reason: –

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Bliss Multiplier: 41c

Mystery Chest Earned

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Nala, still sitting on my cock, looked down while panting, thighs trembling around my hips. Cum had overflowed from her pussy, thick white streaks running down my thighs and pooling on the tile beneath us.

She scooped up a dollop with two fingers, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine.

“Delicious,” she murmured, voice husky, then scooped more and licked again, tongue swirling like she was savoring every drop.

“Hey,” I chuckled, voice rough. “No kissing until you brush your teeth.”

“I mean, I suck it all the time,” she teased, scooping one last bit and sucking her fingers clean. “It’s not disgusting when it’s you.”

“I’d rather not taste my own dick, thank you very much,” I said, grinning.

We stayed like that for a while, her on my lap, my back against the wall, water still pouring down around us. The heat between us cooled slowly, smiles fading as reality crept back in.

Kim was still gone. Carrie was out there, circling. This had been the perfect distraction, but it wasn’t enough. I needed Kim back—needed to see her sleepy smile every morning, the same way I needed all of them.

“Come on,” Nala said eventually, voice softer now, serious but still smiling. “Let’s wash each other and dry off.”

“Hmm,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around her waist.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 13)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 75 kg

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EXP: [█░░░░░░░░░] 447/4556

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❤︎‬‪‪❤︎❤︎

I was actually lucky, for once.

The Mystery Chest I earned from that night with Nala gave me a solid 100 credits. A little richer than yesterday—couldn’t complain about that. And since I’d leveled up, the Shop had updated too. Another page unlocked.

Good. New items meant new opportunities.

I was lying on the bed, propped against a pillow, staring at the ceiling. Or maybe past it. My thoughts weren’t really attached to anything in the room. They kept drifting back to Kim. To the letter. To the ultrasound.

Bad scenarios kept replaying in my head, each one worse than the last.

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Main Quest Unlock (Bought)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• New Ability (1500c)

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Credits: 2323c

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A new ability.

I frowned slightly. That sounded… promising. Too promising. What kind of ability even cost that much? And more importantly—would it help me get Kim back? The temptation was real. Way too real.

But no. Rushing was how mistakes happened. I closed the Shop interface and let out a slow breath.

I turned my head to the right. Nala was sleeping peacefully beside me, her breathing slow and steady, completely unaware of the mess in my head. The clock on the wall read 10:00 PM. Outside, the storm had finally started to calm down. The wind wasn’t screaming anymore. The snow had softened.

In a few hours, it might actually be safe to go out again.

Good.

No matter how late it got, I needed to visit Mark. I needed to talk to him. About his wife. About reopening the case. I didn’t know how I’d convince him—but I had to try.

My phone rang.

I grabbed it instantly from the nightstand, wincing slightly and turning away from Nala so the sound wouldn’t wake her. I didn’t even check the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god, Evan.” Delilah’s voice came through. “I just heard the news. I’ve been trying to call you, but the storm—no signal. Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” I said quietly. “Thanks, Delilah.”

“And Kim?” she asked right away. “Did you find her? Why would she just… leave like that? A letter? Seriously? And—she’s pregnant?”

“It’s… complicated,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. It’s been a complete shitshow since she left. I feel kind of lost right now.”

“This Carrie woman,” Delilah continued, her tone changing. “I know her. Our company attended one of her charity parties not long ago. She was all smiles. Warm. Charming. I was shocked when I heard… this side of her.”

“She’s a fucking snake,” I said flatly. “The worst kind.”

“Yeah…” Delilah exhaled. “So what’s your plan?”

I hesitated, then answered. “Carrie’s step-son, Tom, was involved in an accident three years ago. Drunk driving. He killed a woman. Carrie paid the husband hush money. No charges. No headlines. He walked.”

“Damn,” Delilah muttered. “I didn’t even know she had a step-son.”

“Neither did I,” I said. “Neither did I.”

I glanced over my shoulder, making sure Nala was still sleeping and I wasn’t disturbing her.

“So… how are you holding up? The storm hit hard, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “My bedroom window cracked. I’m staying in Ivy’sroom for now.”

“Shit. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just exhausted.”

“You should take a weekday off,” I said. “This weather’s brutal.”

“We mostly work from home when it’s bad,” Delilah replied. “At least people aren’t messing with me anymore… thanks to you.”

“All in a day’s work, ma’am,” I said lightly. “All in a day’s work.”

She laughed. “I just imagined you tipping a fedora.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

She laughed again, then took a deep breath. “Crap—Ivy’s coming. I’ve gotta go.”

I grinned. “Wait, shouldn’t Ivy be the one who’s scared, hiding her secret boyfriend from her mom? You really are a bad mother.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said, but I could hear the amusement in her voice. “Bye.”

The call ended.

I stared at my phone for a moment before lowering it, my mind already drifting back to Kim… and to Carrie.

“Who was it?” Nala asked, turning toward me under the blanket.

“Oh—sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“I was already awake,” she said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Huh.” I exhaled. “It was Delilah. She asked about Kim… and what my plan was.”

Nala watched me for a second. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “What is our plan?”

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “We go and talk to Mark Menlin. We ask him to reopen the case.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she shifted closer, propping herself up on one elbow, her expression careful.

“Evan,” she said, calm but firm. “Reopening a cold case isn’t that simple.”

I sighed. “Okay. Explain.”

She nodded once. “First of all, Mark isn’t the one who decides that. Even if he wants justice now, the case was officially closed. That means prosecutors already looked at it, accepted the settlement, and moved on.”

“So he can’t just walk into a police station and say, ’Hey, I changed my mind’?”

“No,” she said. “At best, he can request a review. But for that to even be considered, there needs to be something new. New evidence. New testimony. Proof that the original case was mishandled.”

I rubbed my face. “And hush money doesn’t count as mishandling?”

“It’s unethical,” she replied. “But not illegal if it was done properly. Especially if Mark accepted it willingly back then.”

“What if he didn’t?” I asked. “What if he was pressured?”

“That’s different,” she said slowly. “But pressure is hard to prove years later. Carrie would’ve covered her tracks. She always does.”

“So you’re saying this might go nowhere.”

“I’m saying,” Nala corrected gently, “that this can’t be our only angle. Even if Mark agrees to help, it’ll take time. Lawyers. Statements. Investigations. Carrie won’t sit still while that happens.”

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, pacing once across the room.

“God…” I muttered. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t have a backup plan.”

Nala watched me, quiet, letting me vent.

“This has to work,” I continued. “It will work. I don’t care how long it takes.”

She gave a small smile. “Fingers crossed.”

Then she turned her head toward the window. The wind outside had softened, snow falling slower now, almost lazily.

“The storm’s clearing,” she said. “We should get ready.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, exhaling. “We should.”

Nala stretched slightly and glanced toward the window. “Let’s eat something before heading out,” she said, her voice calm but tired.

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. I looked around the room for a phone, the kind hotels used to keep on the nightstand for room service, but there was nothing there. I checked the desk, the wall, even near the bed. Nothing. Nala looked as well, then shook her head.

“I guess this isn’t that type of hotel, huh?” I said with a small shrug. “You get ready. I’ll head downstairs and grab something.”

She nodded. “Alright. Don’t take too long.”

I exhaled and stepped out into the hallway. To my right, a couple was pressed against the wall, kissing clumsily while the guy fumbled with his keycard, clearly too distracted to care where they were. To my left were the stairs, dimly lit and quiet. I went left and headed down.

The lobby was mostly empty, quiet in that late-night way hotels got when the storm outside scared off anyone who didn’t absolutely need to be out. I walked up to the front desk and cleared my throat.

“Any chance of getting food this late?” I asked.

She gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sir. Kitchen closed two hours ago. Vending machine by the entrance has cold sandwiches and snacks.”

I followed her gesture and saw it standing near the glass doors, stocked with bottled drinks and plastic-wrapped cold sandwiches. I exhaled through my nose and walked over without saying anything else. I fed the machine some bills, watched it hum, then crouched down as the sandwiches dropped into the tray.

That was when the door opened.

Her… shit.

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