Sophia’s eyes went wide.
The color drained from her face. Her grip on his shirt tightened. Then she let go completely and stepped back so fast her back hit the opposite wall.
"He can’t see me here," she whispered. Panic thick in her voice. "Damien. He can’t."
[Threat update: Derek Holloway. 12 seconds.]
Damien scanned the hallway. Four doors. Two on each side. The bathroom he’d just left. A bedroom at the end. And two closed doors in between.
He grabbed Sophia’s hand and pulled her toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. She stumbled after him on her heels. He opened the door, pushed her inside, and followed. The door closed behind them just as heavy footsteps reached the top of the stairs.
[Threat update: Derek Holloway. On second floor. Searching.]
The bedroom was dark. Someone’s room in the fraternity house. Clothes on the floor. A laptop on the desk. The smell of cheap cologne and dirty laundry.
Sophia was breathing hard. Her hand gripped his arm. Her nails dug into his skin through the v-neck.
"Shh," he whispered.
They stood in the dark. Silent. Listening.
Derek’s footsteps were heavy. Deliberate. He was checking doors. The first door opened. Closed. The second door opened. Closed.
Getting closer.
[Threat update: Derek Holloway. 2 doors away. Estimated arrival: 20 seconds.]
Sophia pressed herself against Damien. Her body was trembling. Not from arousal this time. From fear. Her face was buried in his chest. Her fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt like it was a lifeline.
The footsteps stopped outside their door.
A pause.
Then the handle jiggled.
Locked. Damien had locked it when they came in. Quick thinking. Instinctive.
"Sophia?" Derek’s voice was loud. Angry. "You in here?"
Neither of them breathed.
Derek jiggled the handle again. Harder. Then kicked the door. The frame shook but held.
"If you’re in there with some guy I swear to God..."
Silence. Long. Painful.
Then footsteps. Moving away. Down the hall. Down the stairs.
Gone.
Sophia exhaled so hard her whole body shuddered. She pulled back from Damien and pressed her back against the wall. Her chest heaved. Her mascara was slightly smudged. Her lipstick was gone, transferred entirely to his mouth.
"That was close," she breathed.
"Too close."
"He would have killed you."
"He would have tried."
She laughed. Short and shaky. Then she looked at him in the dim light filtering through the blinds. Her brown eyes were still wide. Still scared. But something else was there too.
The tag above her head pulsed.
[Sophia Russo. Arousal: 84% → 89%. Adrenaline conversion: Fear to arousal.]
[Note: Near-danger experiences can amplify sexual desire in certain personality types.]
The adrenaline from almost getting caught was converting. Her body was mixing fear and lust and turning them into the same chemical. Her pupils were still dilated. Her breathing was fast. But it wasn’t panic anymore.
"We should go back downstairs," Damien said.
Sophia didn’t move. She stared at him. Her lower lip was between her teeth.
"I don’t want to go downstairs," she said quietly.
"Sophia."
"I know. I know I should. Derek is looking for me. My friends are probably wondering where I am. I should go back and pretend like nothing happened and dance with my boyfriend and go home with him and act like a good girlfriend."
She stepped forward. Close. Her chest nearly touched his.
"But I don’t want to."
[Sophia Russo. Arousal: 89% → 93%.]
[Desire Spike effect: Faded. Arousal is now organic.]
The spike had worn off. Five minutes was up. But her arousal was still climbing on its own. Whatever the spike had started, her own desire was finishing.
"Sophia. You’ve been drinking."
"Two drinks. I’m not drunk." She reached out and touched his face. Her fingers traced his jawline. "I’m many things right now. But I’m not drunk."
"You have a boyfriend."
"I know." Her voice cracked slightly. "I know I have a boyfriend. And I know this is wrong. And I know that if Derek finds out he’ll hurt both of us. But Damien." Her hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck. "I haven’t felt like this in months. Derek doesn’t look at me the way you do. He doesn’t talk to me the way you talk. He doesn’t make me feel..."
She trailed off. Her eyes searched his in the dark.
"Seen," she finished.
[Target Sophia Russo. Arousal: 93%. Trust: 52% → 67%. Emotional vulnerability: High.]
[Quest progress: 94%.]
[System recommendation: Escalate. Target is receptive.]
Damien looked at her. Her face was inches from his. Her lips were slightly parted. Her body was warm and close and trembling. And she was asking him to make a choice.
Every rational part of his brain said stop. Derek was downstairs. Chad was on the patio. Victoria was somewhere in this house. And he was in a dark bedroom with a taken woman whose boyfriend was hunting for them. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
But the system didn’t care about rationality. And if he was honest with himself, neither did he.
He kissed her.
Not gentle. Not tentative. He grabbed her waist, pulled her against him, and kissed her like the world was ending. She responded instantly. Her mouth opened. Her tongue found his. A moan escaped her throat that was drowned out by the bass from the party below.
Her hands pulled at his shirt. His hands found her hips. The dress was thin. He could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric. She pressed against him and he was already hard.
She felt it. Gasped against his mouth. Her hips ground against his.
"Lock the door," she whispered.
"It’s locked."
"Check again."
He reached back and confirmed the lock. Solid. Then he turned back to her and she was already pulling her dress over her head.
The dim light from the blinds painted stripes across her body. Athletic. Toned. Brown skin. A black bra. Black underwear. Her abs were visible. Her legs were long and strong. She worked out. It showed.
[Sophia Russo. Arousal: 93% → 96%.]
[Target attraction profile: 87% match with Host.]
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell. Her breasts were medium and firm. Dark brown nipples already hard. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.
"Your turn," she said. Echoing Mia’s words from yesterday. The universe had a sick sense of humor.
He pulled the v-neck over his head. Sophia’s eyes roamed his chest. Her fingers followed. She traced the lines of his abs. The definition in his shoulders. She shook her head slowly.
"This doesn’t make sense," she whispered. "You didn’t look like this last week."
"You want to talk about it now?"
"No." She grabbed his belt and pulled him toward the bed. "I don’t want to talk at all."
The bed was a twin. Small. Frat house standard. They fell onto it together. Her back hit the mattress. His body covered hers. Skin against skin. Warm. Electric.
He kissed her neck. Her collarbone. The hollow of her throat. She arched beneath him. Her fingers gripped his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
He unhooked her bra completely and tossed it aside. His mouth found her breast. He circled her nipple with his tongue. She gasped. Her back arched higher.
"Yes," she breathed. "Don’t stop."
He switched to the other breast. His hand massaged the first. Her nipple was hard against his palm. She was writhing beneath him. Her hips grinding upward seeking friction.
[Sensory feedback: Heightened. Host Stamina: 8. Estimated endurance: 12-15 minutes.]
He kissed down her stomach. Her abs tightened under his lips. She shivered when he reached the waistband of her underwear. He hooked his fingers and pulled them down slowly.
She was wet. Soaked. The fabric peeled away from her skin. Her legs fell open. She was smooth. Glistening in the dim light. Beautiful.
"Damien," she whispered. "Please."
He positioned himself between her legs and lowered his mouth.
**[Skill available: Heavenly Magic Tongue (Locked. Requires Level 5.)]**
Locked. He didn’t have the tongue skill. But he’d watched enough porn to know the basics. And the Body Enhancement Pill had improved everything including his tongue’s sensitivity.
He licked her. One long slow stroke. She jolted like she’d been shocked.
"Oh fuck," she gasped.
He found her clit. Circled it. Slow at first. Then faster. Her thighs clenched around his head. Her fingers gripped his hair so hard it hurt. She was loud. Desperate. Trying to stay quiet and failing completely.
"Yes. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t—"
She came. Her whole body seized. Her thighs crushed his head. Her back arched off the bed. A strangled cry escaped her throat that she muffled by biting the pillow.
[Sophia Russo. Arousal: 96% → 99%. Climax achieved.]
[Daily Quest progress: 97% → 99%.]
She pulled him up. Her eyes were hazy. Her lips were swollen. She was breathing like she’d run a marathon.
"Inside me," she said. "Now."
He reached for his belt. Unbuckled it. Pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock was hard. Thick. Sophia looked at it and her eyes went wide.
"Derek isn’t that—" She stopped herself. Guilt flickered across her face. Then disappeared. "Just be careful okay? I’m not on the pill."
[WARNING: Target is not on birth control.]
[Fertility Control: Active. Pregnancy risk: 5% per internal ejaculation.]
[Contraceptive Aura available: $50.]
[Host balance: $612.]
Not on the pill. Five percent risk. And he still hadn’t bought the Contraceptive Aura.
He should buy it. Right now. Before he went any further. Fifty dollars. Two taps. Zero risk.
But Sophia was beneath him. Naked. Wet. Begging. Her legs were open. Her arms were reaching for him. And his brain was drowning in hormones and lust and the system’s relentless notifications.
Pull out. Just pull out. External. Zero percent.
He positioned himself between her legs. The tip pressed against her entrance. Hot. Wet. Slick.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him inside her.
The world disappeared.
Hot. Tight. Wet. She engulfed him inch by inch. Her walls clenched around him like a fist. She gasped as he filled her. Her nails dug into his back.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You’re so much bigger than—"
She stopped herself again. But the comparison was obvious. She was comparing him to Derek. And he was winning.
He started slow. Deep strokes. Each one drew a sound from her. Moans. Whimpers. Gasps. She was vocal. Louder than Mia. More responsive. Her body moved with his like they’d been doing this for years.
He picked up speed. Her moans got louder. The bed creaked. The headboard knocked against the wall. Anyone walking past the room would hear. He didn’t care. Neither did she.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder."
He grabbed her hips and drove into her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. She screamed into the pillow. Her pussy tightened around him. Squeezing. Milking.
**[Sophia Russo. Arousal: 99%. Approaching second climax.]**
"I’m close," she whimpered. "Don’t stop. I’m so close."
He kept the pace. Hard. Fast. Deep. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her back arched. Her walls clamped down so hard he almost couldn’t move.
She came again. Harder than the first time. Her entire body convulsed. She bit the pillow so hard the fabric tore. A muffled scream shook through her.
The pressure in his lower stomach was unbearable. His cock throbbed. Every thrust brought him closer. The heat. The tightness. Her body beneath him. Her moans. The way she said his name.
[WARNING: Host approaching climax.]
[Fertility reminder: Target not on birth control. Pregnancy risk: 5% per internal ejaculation.]
[External ejaculation: 0% risk.]
[System recommendation: Withdraw immediately.]
Pull out. Pull out. Pull out.
But Sophia’s legs were locked around him. Her arms were around his neck. She was still coming. And her hips were grinding against him pulling him deeper.
"Inside," she gasped. "Come inside me. I want to feel it."
[WARNING: Target requesting internal ejaculation.]
[Pregnancy risk if Host complies: 5%.]
[Host has not purchased Contraceptive Aura.]
[Host must choose.]
The same choice. The same five percent. The same odds that had saved him with Mia.
Seventeen out of twenty. He’d gotten lucky last time. But luck doesn’t last. Statistics don’t care about hope.
His cock throbbed. His vision blurred. Sophia’s pussy was clenching around him. Her voice was in his ear. Begging.
And he was so close.
He pulled out.
Sophia gasped at the sudden emptiness. He grabbed his cock and stroked twice. Three times. Then he came.
Hot. Thick. Ropes of cum shot across her stomach. Her chest. Her chin. She looked down at it and her eyes went wide.
"So much," she whispered. She touched it with her fingertips. Brought it to her lips. Tasted it. "So much."
[Daily Quest: Seduce Sophia Russo. COMPLETE.]
[Reward: +60 EXP, +600 EXP bonus, +$600 credited to system wallet.]
[Rebate processing: Quest-related spending: $130 (shop items). Rebate at 60%: $78. Credited.]
[Quest streak: 2 days. Rebate bonus: +25%. Next quest rebate: 85%.]
[Level up progress: 260/300 EXP.]
[Fertility dice roll: Not applicable. External ejaculation. Pregnancy risk: 0%.]
Zero percent. He’d pulled out in time. Safe. This time.
[Note: Fertility Control remains active. Each internal ejaculation will trigger a new dice roll.]
[Host is advised to purchase Contraceptive Aura.]
He collapsed beside her. Both of them breathing hard. Sweaty. Spent. The bass from the party still thumping below them. The ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead.
Sophia turned her head to look at him. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was destroyed. Cum was drying on her stomach. She looked ruined. Beautiful. And terrified.
"What did we just do?" she whispered.
"Something stupid."
"Something really stupid." She paused. "I don’t regret it."
"Neither do I."
She rolled onto her side and curled against him. Her head on his chest. Her fingers tracing circles on his skin.
"Derek is going to find out," she said quietly.
"Not tonight."
"Eventually."
"Eventually is tomorrow’s problem."
She laughed softly. Then she kissed his chest and closed her eyes.
They lay there for ten minutes. Silent. The party raged below them. The world spun outside. But in this dark room on a twin bed in a frat house they were safe.
Then a notification appeared.
[WARNING: Threat detected.]
[Chad Sterling has entered the second floor.]
[He is accompanied by two individuals.]
[They are checking rooms.]
[Estimated arrival at current room: 3 minutes.]
[Chad is looking for you.]