He didn’t return home immediately.
Instead, he stopped by a few pawn shops, trying to cobble together a more complete set of photography equipment now that he had Adept-level skill to guide him.
Unfortunately, he failed to find what he was searching for, and started checking the web.
Luckily, he came across a shop having a clearance sale, and decided to take another cab trip.
Though, he decided to look getting a car, because it was getting to be too much.
The shop itself was toward the end of a strip mall, but before he could reach it , he was interrupted when he took a glance at a yoga studio, currently purchasing a smoothie from the juice bar.
Judith Harper.
He stopped walking.
He bit his lip, trying to decide what to do.
On the show, Judith had been written as the villain in Alan Harper’s sad little story.
The ex-wife.
The shrew.
The woman who took the house, took the kid, took the alimony, and kept taking.
The audience was supposed to sympathize with Alan and resent Judith.
Ethan found her annoying, but a touch more sexual than the show intended.
For a show that was defined by sexual humor, Judith’s character had been defined by the absence of it almost completely, which contrasted with her beauty; especially when she made even the slightest effort.
And, wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra qualified as more than a little effort.
She didn’t look like in her mid-thirties, but much younger, with per post-divorce body at its peak, no doubt a result of her channeling her frustration with Alan into diet and exercise.
He decided to swing by the clothing store, changed into a shirt and shorts combo, purchased a cheap mat, and entered the gym.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said as he approached the receptionist.
“I wanted to try the yoga class.
You don’t mind drop-ins, do you?” he asked.
“We … we don’t.
Please come in,” she said, contradicting the sign that said no drop-ins.
He chuckled.
Being handsome and charismatic was truly a cheat code for life.
With that, he entered the class five minutes late.
“We don’t accept late —” the instructor, a beautiful woman in thirties, started.
“We can make an exception for a new face,” more than one student interrupted.
“Sorry about it,” Ethan said.
“I just moved to LA and … it’s hard,” he muttered, giving just enough to mix of vulnerability.
For a class filled with middle-aged divorcees, it was like catnip.
He threw his mat next to Judith, glad that she had an empty spot next to her.
He nodded, Judith responded with a blush of her own, then they continued.
He stretched, glad that he had got some Agility from Mia, or it would have been truly painful.
“Hey, try to move your arm forward a bit, the arch of your back is important for this move,” Judith started, hesitant.
He could see that she was trying her luck, and he rewarded her with a smile.
She blushed, which wasn’t a surprise.
The class continued.
Ethan focused on following most of the moves, while Judith corrected some of the others, a few times even requiring her to touch him.
She could have technically waited for the instructor, but instead, she glared the instructor away whenever she tried to approach.
He assumed Judith had a reputation in the classroom as well because it worked.
The instructor left them alone in the corner, and he acted as if he hadn’t noticed it.
The class ended with a collective exhale and the rustling of mats being rolled.
People stood, stretched, and gathered their belongings.
A few tried to approach them, but seeing Judith’s glare, they stayed away.
“First time?” Judith asked, wiping down her mat with a spray bottle.
“Was it that obvious?”
“You are enthusiastic and … strong, but your lack of familiarity is clear,” she said.
“What brings you here?”
“Well, I decided to waste a year of my time trying to become a famous actor,” he said.
She laughed.
It was not a joyful laugh, but a performative one, Not that he minded, considering why he was there.
“And you decided yoga is a good start.”
“Sure, it helps with flexibility and anger management, and after a few auditions, I realized I need both,” he said.
“Any tips for me?”
“The breathing is the foundation,” she said.
“Everything else follows from it.
If you can’t breathe in a pose, the pose is wrong, not the breathing.”
“That sounds like life advice disguised as yoga instruction.” He grinned.
“I’m Ethan.
I just moved to the area, and I’m discovering that I’m significantly less flexible than I believed.”
“Judith.” She extended her hand, and he shook it.
“Everyone thinks they’re flexible until they try yoga.
Then they discover that sitting at a desk for ten years has consequences.”
“I feel personally attacked.”
“Good.
That means it’s working,” she said.
“Are you planning to come back, or was this a onetime experiment?”
“I don’t know yet.
I have a few gigs that pay well, but they don’t have a set schedule.
I’ll have to see.”
“Oh, why don’t you give me your number, and I can advise you.
I know most studios around this place,” she said.
He gave her, amused at how quickly she asked it, almost a desperation in her tone.
Then, it clicked.
He remembered Kandi and Alan started dating close to Mia and Charlie starting to date.
Meaning, she must have just learned about it.
He decided to set a bait.
He stood and stretched, making a show of wincing at the tightness in his shoulders while Judith walked away.
“God.
I need a shower, and my apartment still has no hot water, and I hate gym showers,” he muttered, soft enough to make it look like he was talking to himself.
In a better state of mind, she probably would have recognized the obvious bait.
She might be framed as an annoying shrew in the show, but she was never stupid.
“Understandable, gym showers are an insult to public health,” she said.
He nodded.
“That’s true.
That’s why I prefer cold showers.”
She glanced around the class, making sure the other desperate housewives were a distance away.
“I have a functioning shower in my guest bathroom.
With actual water pressure.”
“Really, you would do that for me?” he said.
“You’re the best, Judith,” he said, hitting her with his best charming yet gentle smile, with a touch of silliness, like he missed the implication.
Judith’s smile turned into an excited smirk.
They chatted as they went to her car, Judith preening whenever one of her classmates sent her jealous glances.
Ethan understood the mechanic.
In her little club of bored housewives and divorcees, she pulled the equivalent of a hail mary pass, pulling in the sexy young thing that dropped into the class.
While she drove, they talked.
Ethan gave her a sanitized version of his arrival, mentioning his photography and street music, but neglecting to mention his rather busy bedroom.
Judith, meanwhile, drew a much rosier picture of her own life, trying to look cool and sophisticated rather than bitter about her ex-husband’s happiness, but it slipped. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
“Give me a second,” she said as she went downstairs bathroom, put some towels.
Then, she gestured him to come.
“Drop your clothes out so that I can throw them into the washer.
It won’t take long,” she said.
He acted as if he had missed her obvious ploy.
It was easier than trying to seduce her.
If he tried to seduce her, she would have pulled back.
Instead, she suddenly felt like the beautiful older woman trapping the innocent coed.
He played along because it would make reversing fun.
He took a long shower, giving her time to get excited.
Once he finished, he wasn’t surprised to find out that the towel she gave him was too small for it to be accidental.
Perfect.
It gave him an excuse to reverse.
When he looked from the doorway, he found Judith wearing a short bathrobe as well, her hair gathered up, and her robe wasn’t fully tied.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, trying to sound seductive, but came across still.
She pointed at a salad and a panfried steak, with a bottle of wine already open.
“Thanks, Judith, you’re a wonder,” he said, even as he sat down.
After two glasses of wine, Judith’s ability to keep her frustration down slipped, and she started talking about her annoying ex-husband and his annoying, sleazy brother.
Charlie…
Ethan didn’t need to say much.
He just listened and occasionally hummed.
When he finished, he interrupted.
“Hi Judith, I think it’ll take a while for my clothes to dry.
Do you mind if I try your hot tub?
It has been a while since I tried one,” he asked.
“What a great idea,” she said.
“Let me find you something to —” she started, but he didn’t even let her finish as he went to the backyard, removed his towel, and jumped in.
The humming of the device was comforting.
He saw her hesitate.
“So, you were talking about your ex-husband and someone called … Kandi?” he prompted.
Just like that, her anger destroyed her rationality.
“Yes, his bimbo, pretty as a peach, but about as smart,” she spat out.
“I can’t believe he’s dating a twenty-one years old.”
He didn’t mention that he was only twenty-two.
He didn’t mention anything.
He just let her rant until she came to a decision, and she removed her robe, revealing her body underneath.
He didn’t hide his gaping reaction, as at this moment she needed the affirmation.
Judith had a smirk as she slipped into the water, Then, slid forward in the water and kissed him.
It was a desperate kiss, searching for affirmation that she was still beautiful.
And, Ethan had to admit, for all her personality defects, Judith was beautiful.
He responded.
“I … I’m not looking for a relationship,” she muttered once she pulled back.
He gently grabbed her chin with both hands.
“Maybe, but I believe you need a friendly affirmation that you’re a beautiful woman.
Let me distract you from all those ungrateful people who take you for granted,” he said, amused at how easy it was to play to her ego.
He kissed her.
[Achievement complete.
Seduce Judith Harper while christening her new hot tub, naked.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Perception
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+10 Endurance
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
He smiled as he read the rewards.
Perception was an unexpected reward, but he quickly took it.
More importantly, despite her not being married anymore, Judith still triggered netori effect, which was a welcome surprise.
Maybe it was about Alan still reacting Judith’s relationships as a personal affront.
Or, maybe it was simply about Alan paying for every single thing in the house.
Poor sucker.
Either way, he wasn’t surprised that he got Endurance from Alan, which defined him more than anything else, both physically and mentally.
He picked it, because it was the single most important thing he needed in his rather crowded bedroom.
Last night alone had pushed him to the limit.
He kissed her again, gently at first, letting her set the pace.
Reflexively, she tried to take control, and he let her for a while, letting her climb onto his lap, their bodies rubbing against each other.
She aligned herself to him desperately, and at that moment, he pushed in, and slipped inside.
Also, he stood up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, hesitant.
“W-what?” she stammered.
“Judith.
Actual sex in a jacuzzi chafes.
Not worth it,” he said as he sat at the edge of the tub, grabbed her ass, and moved.
Her eyes widened.
“B-Bedroom, then…” she whispered.
“Judith.
Tell me.
Have you ever had sex under the open sky,” he asked.
She shook her head.
“It’s freeing.
Trust me,” he said, and kissed her before she could even think of an answer.
Then, he grabbed her hips, and moved her, not giving her an inch as he impaled her again and again, kissing her deeper, his tongue claiming her mouth.
She tried to take the lead again, but this time, he didn’t let her, enjoying her body.
He pulled back only a minute later.
“Is something wrong?” he whispered seductively.
“I … “she whispered, dazed.
It took a moment for her to find the words.
“I’m not used to this.”
“Outside, or giving up control,” he said, the way he asked question leading her to answer one way.
She gulped.
“The last one,” she whispered.
“I … with my ex-husband, I always took the lead…”
“And, how many orgasms that your ex-husband give you,” he asked.
She blushed.
“Far too few,” she whispered.
“Good.
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You have been kind to me all morning.
Let me pay you back for your hospitality,” he said.
It was an absurd statement, but that made it even more fun.
He tightened his grip, and started moving her up and down aggressively, trusting his pace even more after he had received Endurance stat thanks to her loser husband.
“Ahh, yes!” she gasped.
Her back arched on his lap, showing that all her yoga classes were not a waste.
He silenced her with a kiss, fucking her hard enough to make her breasts bounce hard.
“Oh, my … slow…” she begged, hands grabbing at his shoulders, trying to regain some control.
But her voice cracked halfway through as another hard thrust made her moan loudly.
“Do you want it because you can’t handle it, or are you afraid of stepping out of your comfort zone?” he whispered again, the trite question enough to distract her.
“You’re right,” she whispered.
He continued to give it to her hard, each pounding spreading the water droplets around, her usual sharp tongue broken into whimpers and gasps.
Each powerful thrust drove her deeper into the land of pleasure.
He had to admit, watching her usual bitchy and controlling attitude crumble was even more fun than he expected; and its speed surprised him.
He expected to enjoy the moment somewhat … but this.
He stood up, and her legs wrapped around desperately, the motion pushing him even deeper.
Judith’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh!
Right there!
Don’t stop!
Please don’t stop!” she begged.
He had no such intention.
He just carried her against the wall, pinned her against it, and used the leverage.
She climaxed.
[Achievement complete.
Public sex with Judith Harper the first day of meeting her while her neighbor watches.
Challenge: Daring]
That surprised him, and he looked over the wall, only to recognize the face barely, though he suspected without Intelligence, he wouldn’t be able to put a name.
It was Cynthia Sullivan, a sexy blonde who would try dating Alan to take revenge on her ex-husband.
Too bad he was too busy to entertain her.
Instead, he caught her gaze, waved at her.
Her eyes widened, but she retreated.
He chuckled as he walked inside.
Not because he wanted to stop, or was afraid of the public situation, but since he was in a familiar location, he wanted to see how many rooms he could make Judith climax.
While walking, he turned his attention to the rewards, which, thanks to Cynthia, were far more generous than he expected.
[+25 Perception
1 Random Platinum Skill
1 Random Platinum Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+25 Endurance
1 Random Platinum Skill
1 Random Platinum Reward]
He picked stats from both while he walked to the living room, bend her over the couch, and continued fucking her.
She moaned.
“I … break …” she whispered.
“Do you have anything important to do rest if the day?” he asked, even as he slapped her ass.
He had no doubt that if her ex-husband tried to spank her, she would have chased him away with garden shears.
When he spanked her, she just moaned.
But then, an explosive orgasm went a long way to get some grace.
“N-no,” she whispered.
“It’s Friday.
Alan will pick up Jake.”
“Perfect,” he said.
“Then there’s nothing preventing me from fucking you to unconsciousness, is there?” he asked.
She stammered.
“That’s not a thing.
That only happens in novels,” she whispered.
“Oh, are you sure about it,” he said, even as he spanked her again, timing it perfectly with her breathing, which was a benefit of Perception; something Judith had only used to make others miserable.
Then, there was the endurance, suddenly allowing him to go longer at an aggressive pace.
“How about I show you?”
She didn’t answer.
Or, more accurately, she couldn’t answer, too busy moaning without restriction.
Whenever he flipped her, her perfectly manicured nails raked down his back as she lost the ability to form coherent sentences, and whenever she was on all fours, she was desperately grabbing whatever was in front of her.
The sophisticated, controlling ex-wife was gone.
In her place was a needy, moaning woman getting fucked senseless in her house.
He didn’t try anything fancy.
He just brought her from room to room, making sure she had an orgasm in various significant rooms, namely the living room, guest bedroom, the kitchen, upstairs and downstairs corridors, the stairs, on top of the washing machine… What he did wasn’t creative or playful.
He fucked her hard in every single room until she climaxed.
She just begged for more.
Then, they ended up in her bedroom, and she was on her bed, delirious with moans while he grabbed her arms behind her back painfully, but that only made her moan harder.
[Achievement complete.
Break the pride of Judith Harper with a chain of orgasms in her own home, utterly dominating her.
Challenge: Daring]
[+25 Perception
1 Random Platinum Skill
1 Random Platinum Reward]
[Bonus achievement complete.
Netori effect in play]
[+25 Endurance
1 Random Platinum Skill
1 Random Platinum Reward]
He picked his stats, and just like that, the accumulated exhaustion evaporated.
Judith muttered, dazed.
“I … I surrender,” she whispered.
“I was wrong.
It’s possible that…”
“Much better,” he whispered, kissing her gently.
He had to admit, he had a certain level of antipathy toward her due to show, but it was a distant, second-hand sensation, nothing compared to the pleasure they exchanged for the last three hours.
Not to mention stats, a total of a hundred and twenty points, split between two very critical stats.
“I have an audition, so I have to leave,” he said as he kissed her cheek gently.
“But, I typed my number on your phone.
Send a message when you miss me, alright?” he whispered.
She nodded, but she had already dozed off.
He chuckled even as he wrote the same note in the notebook on her bedside, let out a chuckle, got his clothes from the dryer, dressed and left.
He still needed to meet Mia.
A chuckle escaped his mouth as he realized that today, he was the nemesis of Harpers.