Alex didn’t let go of his hand as she pulled him into the bedroom.
The determination in her grip was new, firmer.
She was trying to be commanding, though it felt fragile.
He recognized it easily.
Committing to a friends-with-benefits arrangement was not something Alex was familiar with, so she was trying to balance it by exerting control.
He played along happily.
She stopped beside the bed and turned to face him, her naked body glowing under the soft lamplight.
Her spectacular breasts rose and fell with each steady breath, nipples already tight with anticipation.
“Sit,” she ordered, pointing at the edge of the bed.
Her delivery was sharp, but even without his improved acting talent, he would have recognized it performative nature.
He was willing to bet that she was trying to replicate a favorite scene from a book.
He obeyed with a small, intrigued smile, sitting down.
Alex stood between his spread knees, looking down at him, trying to look domineering, but only came across as fragile.
Either way, she was sexy.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I left the other morning,” she said, voice low but steady.
“Analyzing it.
Every touch.
Every sound I made.
Every time you made me come.” Her hand came up to trace his jaw.
“I decided I want more data.
And this time, I’m running the experiment.”
She leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep.
She tried to establish control, but the hesitant tremble of her hand made it so that she was begging for it.
He let her take it.
Her tongue explored his mouth with deliberate curiosity, tasting him, teasing him.
When he tried to reach for her hips, he deliberately acted slow and clumsy, and she caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress beside his thighs.
“No touching yet,” she whispered against his lips.
“Not until I say so.”
Ethan’s cock twitched visibly in his pants.
That part was real.
After all, her trying so hard to look controlling was somehow even sexier than it actually being the case.
Alex straightened up again and took a small step back.
She ran her hands slowly down her own body, cupping her heavy breasts and lifting them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebbled even harder.
She was watching his face the entire time, cataloging every reaction.
“You like them, don’t you?” she asked, trying to sound clinical but coming out excited, with a desperate, husky edge in her tone.
“My breasts.
You spent so much time on them last time.”
“They’re rather fetching,” he answered honestly, yet teasingly.
“Good.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap but staying high on her knees so her breasts hung just in front of his face.
“Then worship them properly while I decide what I want next.”
Ethan leaned forward, following her direction as she controlled the pace; guiding one nipple to his mouth, then pulling back slightly when he sucked too hard, making him earn it.
He licked, sucked, and gently bit exactly how she directed, switching between her breasts while she let out soft, breathy moans that grew steadily louder.
Her hips began to rock in the air above his lap, searching for friction she wasn’t ready to give him yet.
It was amusing to watch that, despite all her attempts to take control, she was folding faster.
Starting with her breasts had been a mistake for her.
They were amazing, but she was too sensitive.
After a minute of it, Alex pushed him flat onto his back and crawled higher up his body until her knees bracketed his head.
She looked down at him, flushed and beautiful.
“I want your mouth,” she said simply.
“And I’m going to use it.” She lowered herself onto his face without waiting for a reply.
Ethan groaned into her soaked pussy as she settled her weight.
Alex was already dripping.
She started grinding slowly at first, then with more confidence, riding his tongue and lips with deliberate rolls of her hips.
One hand braced on the headboard, the other tangled in his hair, guiding him exactly where she wanted.
“Right there!
Yes!” she gasped when his tongue flicked over her clit, then her words disappeared.
Whatever act she was trying to maintain was gone.
He licked and teased her while her thick thighs trembled around his ears, enjoying the way she rode his face harder out of pleasure rather than trying to act a certain way.
Then, he reached up and started playing with her breasts, squeezing and caressing at the same time.
“I’m going to —” she announced breathlessly, which proved to be all she could say.
She shattered with a long, broken moan, grinding down hard as her pussy pulsed and flooded his mouth.
Ethan kept licking her through every spasm until her legs shook violently and she finally lifted off him, gasping.
Alex looked down at his glistening face and smiled.
“Very good,” she praised, voice shaky.
“Now… let’s see how you handle being edged.”
He said nothing, curious whether she could actually achieve it.
It was not his favorite play, certainly, but pulling it was far from simple.
He doubted that Alex could even come close to it.
He was happy to watch her attempt by pulling a pillow under his head.
After all, the view was incredible.
She slid down his body, kissing and nipping at his chest and stomach on the way, her movements carrying a mechanical quality that implied she had read about it rather than practiced.
When she reached his pants, she took her time.
She unbuttoned them slowly, dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth.
She freed his aching cock and wrapped her hand around the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke.
“So hard for me already,” she murmured, her lines once again memorized.
“Look at how much you’re leaking.”
She leaned down and dragged her tongue from base to tip in one long lick, then swirled it around the head, tasting him.
Ethan groaned loudly, giving her some clues about what worked.
She might not be experienced, but she was a quick study.
She took the intensity of his moans and growls, taking them as a roadmap, and soon she was taking him in his mouth, giving a passable blowjob.
She even stopped halfway a few times when his moans got louder.
It was not actual edging, but it was even sexier.
Then, she escalated.
“I know you love looking at them,” she said as she shifted and moved between his legs before she wrapped her breasts around the base of his shaft and started to go up and down.
She didn’t have the best pace, but it didn’t matter.
When using nuclear weapons, one didn’t need to pinpoint the target.
“Here,” he whispered as he reached his drawer and passed her the massage oil.
She blushed, but took it silently, and lathered her breasts with it.
Under the shine, they looked even better.
Then she returned, the pleasure hitting him in waves.
This time, he didn’t need to exaggerate his moans.
The pleasure was just that incredible.
Her head dipped down, sucking the crown desperately while her breasts danced, showing that she might have forgotten her aim to edge.
“I’m almost there,” he warned, not wanting to ruin her plan after she worked that hard, but she just hummed and continued her task … only to moan when he started to fill her mouth.
She looked up, and he couldn’t help but compare her with Haley earlier today.
A touch mean, but with both women in very similar poses, it was difficult.
He decided it was a tie.
Alex had the body, but Haley’s eyes had a unique charm of their own.
Alex tried to swallow it smoothly, though the intensity surprised her, and she pulled out, and the next few ropes caught her face and her breasts.
In panic, she coughed.
“S-Sorry,” she gasped.
He pulled her to his side, and kissed a clean spot on her shoulder in a teasing manner.
“That’s not something that needs apologies,” he teased her.
“It was incredible.”
“F-fine, but I’m not finished,” she said as she suddenly stood up, and dashed to the bathroom.
Then, halfway in, she stopped, picked the bags with his gifts, and disappeared back in.
He was ready to lie there, but then the doorbell rang.
Alex tensed.
“Who could that be?”
“No idea,” he said.
“Stay in the bathroom for a moment.
I’ll handle it.”
He rolled out of bed, not bothering to hunt for clothes.
Instead, he grabbed a white towel from the bathroom and wrapped it low around his hips, the fabric barely holding on.
If it were Penny, he wanted to impress her.
He also picked a bathrobe just in case it was someone else.
However, a check through the peephole confirmed that it was Leonard, meaning he didn’t have to worry.
He opened the door, Leonard standing there in his usual button-up shirt and slacks, holding a small toolbox as if he had some neighborly excuse ready.
His eyes widened instantly as he took in Ethan’s near-naked state, the towel, and the unmistakable post-sex glow.
“Uh… hi,” Leonard said, voice already smaller.
His gaze flickered over Ethan’s broader shoulders, the defined chest.
The contrast with his own slight frame was brutal.
“Hey, Leonard,” Ethan said casually, leaning one arm against the doorframe.
Leonard swallowed, clearly trying not to stare at the scratch marks.
“I… I just wanted to apologize.
About yesterday.
With Penny.
I acted like a jealous idiot when I saw you two… you know.
I shouldn’t have assumed anything.
I’m sorry.”
Ethan let the silence stretch for a beat, just long enough to make Leonard squirm.
Then he smiled, warm but with a sharp edge, his acting talent allowing him to reflect it convincingly.
“Apology accepted,” he said smoothly.
“No hard feelings.
Honestly, it’s admirable.
You were defending your girl.
That kind of territorial instinct is rare these days.
Shows you really care about her.”
Leonard blinked, straightening a little at the praise, but the word ‘territorial’ landed exactly as he intended.
He didn’t want to help him, but give him just enough rope to hang himself.
Ethan was not fond of Leonard.
“Yeah… I mean, we’ve been through a lot.
I just get protective sometimes,” Leonard mumbled.
Ethan nodded sympathetically, voice low and conspiratorial.
“I get it.
If I had someone like Penny, I’d probably be the same.
You’ve got to hold on to what’s yours, right?
I didn’t even know you were dating.
It doesn’t come across.”
He said it with just enough implication, friendly advice on the surface, but laced with the suggestion that Leonard needed to step up his game.
That maybe he wasn’t being territorial enough.
That a real man would make sure everyone knew Penny was off-limits.
It was a simple, stupid bait, the kind that shouldn’t work.
But in the show, Leonard was defined by his bullheaded persistence, and not his nuanced approach.
Leonard shifted uncomfortably, cheeks flushing.
His eyes darted past Ethan into the apartment, catching a glimpse of the floor, where Alex’s discarded teddy was lying conspicuously.
“Is… is that?” Leonard started, then stopped himself.
Ethan didn’t turn around.
He just smirked faintly.
“Yeah.
A model friend visited me for my help, because I’m not bad at photography.
She’s… very enthusiastic about paying back the favor.”
Leonard’s face went through several painful expressions: envy, insecurity, and reluctant curiosity all at once.
“Right.
Well… good for you.
I should probably get going.
Sheldon’s waiting on me to fix the router again.”
“Sure thing,” Ethan said.
“And hey, if you ever need tips on keeping things exciting with Penny, just knock.
I’m always happy to teach.”
The subtle jab landed perfectly.
Leonard’s shoulders slumped a fraction as he nodded quickly and turned away.
“Thanks again,” Leonard muttered, already retreating up the stairs.
[Achievement complete.
Fuel Leonard Hofstadter’s insecurities.
Challenge: Trivial]
[+1 Intelligence
1 Random Trash Skill
1 Random Trash Reward]
He chuckled, happy to see that not only the women generated rewards; not that he had any intention of it changing his plans.
There were a few people whom he wanted to help, like Luke Dunphy or Charles Boyle, out of pure sympathy and liking them on the screen, but he would have done that even without the reward.
He wasn’t in this world to maximize everything like a video game.
He was here to have fun.
Instead, he picked his reward.
He finally went with the reward, feeling that the pull was useless enough for it to be a useful test case.
He picked the reward.
“Well, better than nothing,” he muttered, and he felt that he could pull it whenever he wanted.
He decided to leave it there, both to see whether there was a cooldown before it disappeared, and whether it would have any impact by staying there.
Also, it was always good to have a backup charger just in case.
When he returned to the bedroom, Alex was still in the bedroom.
“Who was it?” she asked.
“A neighbor, welcoming me to the apartment,” he said, even as he threw the towel and lay on the bed, not wanting to distract Alex by mentioning her professor.
The last thing he needed was for Leonard to ruin his night.
That path would only work one way.
He still waited a couple of minutes before Alex finally walked out, but the view was worth the wait.
Alex went and wore the sexiest thing he had picked.
A thong and an extremely low-cut bra, both too lacy to cover anything, complete with fishnet stockings.
It didn’t fit Alex perfectly, but that juxtaposition made her even sexier.
Alex’s gaze dropped to his growing erection, then back to his face.
A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips, happy to see the proof of her impact.
“You’re terrible,” she said, but her voice had gone breathy again.
“And kind of hot when you’re being petty.”
She walked on the bed, then crawled toward him on all fours, the heavy sway of her breasts even more mesmerizing when framed by her new bra.
Then, she took him into her mouth.
This time, he grabbed her hair, pushing her down, changing the pace.
She accepted it easily, sucking even harder even when he knocked on the entrance of her throat.
He stayed there.
A proper deepthroat would be too much for her.
Instead, he pulled her onto his lap.
She straddled him, and he pulled her panties to the side.
Her one hand braced on his chest while the other guided him to her entrance.
She rubbed the swollen head along her slick folds, teasing both of them, then sank down inch by inch with a long, satisfied moan.
“Oh god… you feel even bigger like this,” she whispered, eyes fluttering.
Once he was fully inside her, Alex paused, adjusting to the stretch.
She planted both hands on his chest for leverage and began riding him with growing confidence, breasts bouncing heavily with every downward thrust.
His hands moved to her hips, enjoying her soft ass.
She leaned, and he also licked her cleavage, occasionally licking her nipples, the thin fabric of her bra not limiting anything.
As he teased, she picked up speed, showing that loss of control mattered even when the pace was reversed.
His hips moved, meeting her with greedy strokes that had her moaning openly, no longer shy about the sounds she made.
“I love this,” she gasped between thrusts.
“Being in control… using you… fuck…”
He chuckled.
She was nowhere near in control, but letting her have that delusion was fun enough.
He directed her to sit straighter; the angle changing her pleasure even more.
She cried out sharply, walls clamping down around him in powerful spasms, but she didn’t stop moving.
She pushed through an orgasm, pushing for a second one without stopping.
For all her deficiencies, no one could claim Alex wasn’t a determined person.
She continued riding him, slower this time, her tunnel squeezing him on every upstroke.
Her spectacular breasts bounced hypnotically.
She kept her eyes locked on his face, studying every twitch of pleasure.
“Come for me, Ethan,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him messily.
“Fill me up.
I want to feel it.”
The combination of her words, her tight heat, and the way she was deliberately milking him was too much.
He let his body surrender, filling her.
Alex climaxed again, this time collapsing hard.
They stayed connected for a long while, sharing a gentle kiss.
“I like this,” she admitted quietly.
“Taking what I want.
Having a good time.
Not overthinking everything.
Being greedy.”
“It’s called being happy, Alex.
Just reach out and take something.
However, don’t forget.
You’re an adult, and consequences are always yours to deal with as well.”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
She reached for his shaft, caressing again.
“How about another round?”
[Achievement complete.
Assist Alex Dunphy in developing a healthier attitude toward sex.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Intelligence
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
“Tempting, but let me bring you some water first,” he said.
He could see that she was already at the edge, and he decided he had pushed her enough for the night, not to mention, he was getting somewhat exhausted as well…
Unsurprisingly, considering he had busy three days.
In the kitchen, he paused, wondering what to pick.
He was tempted to go with Intelligence again, but after a momentary consideration, he picked Gold skill instead.
At worst, he would get something to help talking with the nerds.
[Adept Programming]
[Rare Skill: You are as skilled as a veteran programmer, being able to write and design complex programs and algorithms while being able to spot mistakes and problems in the code you write quickly.
In addition, you write code far faster than you should be able to without sacrificing quality.]
The reward brought a smile to his face.
It was good.
Very good, especially since it came with a general understanding of computers, as if he had worked with them for years.
He could use it to deploy some of the most popular tech businesses.
All it would take was a year of dedicated effort, and he would be one of the richest men in the world … then what?
Locked in a pointless grind chasing the biggest scores.
No, he decided.
Though, he was still happy with it.
Just allowing him to set up proper digital security on his devices, the kind Leonard or Howard couldn’t hack just because they were feeling angry, would help.
Then, seeing Alex already sleeping, he actually turned on his laptop and phone, and spent an hour creating a fake network and upgrading his real one, as well as creating virtual machines that would give any hacker fake targets.
It wasn’t perfect, but it should be enough for any casual attempts.
He went back to bed, and hugged Alex to sleep.
That was more important.