Chapter 16: CAMERA

The next morning, the harsh daylight filtered through my blinds. I woke up, letting out a long yawn as I stretched my aching muscles.

Getting out of bed, I walked into the living room, my eyes instantly landing on the empty Rambly’s pizza box sitting on the table, a stark reminder of last night. I picked it up, shoved it deep into the trash bin, and sank heavily onto the couch. My dick was already rock hard from the lingering memories of the night before. I pulled out my phone, unlocked my private folder, and pulled up the photos I had taken through the window.

Staring at the crisp images of her bare, heavy breasts and those cold-hardened pink nipples, I didn’t even hesitate. I slipped my hand into my boxers, gripped my shaft, and began to stroke myself.

I closed my eyes, letting my imagination run completely wild. I pictured her right here on this exact couch, pinned beneath my weight. I imagined ripping that tank top completely off her body, burying my face between her heavy tits, and tasting those stiff pink nipples while she whimpered my name. In my mind, I could hear her begging me to stop, her voice laced with that delicious, conflicted panic, before finally giving in and wrapping her legs tight around my waist. The thought of completely breaking her loyalty to Hubert, of turning his precious, innocent wife into my personal, desperate slut, made my blood boil with pure lust.

My strokes grew faster, harder, and entirely friction-heavy as the fantasy consumed me. I gripped myself tight, my hips twitching off the cushions as the climax hit.

With a low groan, I buckled forward, cumming hard across my stomach and hand, the thick ropes spilling out in heavy bursts.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sudden knock on the front door shattered the silence.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath.

I scrambled up, grabbing a handful of tissues from the table, and quickly wiped the sticky cum off my skin and hands. I threw the soiled tissues into the trash, pulled my boxers up securely, and took a deep breath to steady my racing heart.

I walked over and swung the door open.

Sarah was standing on the welcome mat. She was wearing the exact same tank top from the night before, completely clean and free of stains, but this time, the silhouette was different. A crisp, firm line beneath the fabric showed she was definitely wearing a bra today.

"Oh, hey," I said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Morning."

"Morning," she replied, offering a soft nod. "I was just heading out for work and thought I’d drop by to say hi... and apologize again. I didn’t wake you up, did I?"

Nah. I was just jerking off to the photos I took of you through my window, you whore.

"No, not at all," I smiled smoothly, keeping my voice perfectly level. "And really, there’s absolutely no need to keep apologizing."

"God, I just... the whole situation was just so awkward. I’m sorry."

"Like I told you last night, it’s completely fine," I said, keeping the warm, reassuring neighbor persona locked in. "But hey, don’t think you’re getting out of that pizza deal, though."

She offered a playful, mock-salute. "Aye, aye, Cap’n."

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PERCEPTION CHECK: ✓

[Needed: 10] - [Result: 18]

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Reference to the anime she

draws. Reply with, ’Now shut up

and get me my pipe, damn it.’

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Earned: 25 SP

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"Now shut up and get me my pipe, damn it," I fired back, delivering the line effortlessly.

Sarah’s eyes lit up instantly, a massive grin breaking across her face. "Oooh! Wait, have you actually started watching it already?"

"What do you think?" I chuckled, letting the mystery hang in the air. "Anyway, I shouldn’t hold you up from work. Have a good day, Sarah. And thanks for yesterday."

"No, thank you for yesterday," she murmured, her tone turning softer, filled with a sudden, quiet fondness. "Ugh... what an evening it turned out to be..."

"Yep. Definitely."

"I should really get going," she exhaled, taking a reluctant step back toward the stairs. "Bye, Chance."

I gave her a brief wave and gently closed the door, the lock clicking securely into place. The moment she was gone, the smirk on my face turned cold. That little perception check had just netted me another twenty-five Sinpoints. I wondered what my total damage was looking like now. Sitting down on the couch, I crossed my legs and quickly summoned the system interface to review my status.

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MAIN MENU

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NAME: Chance Brooks

LVL: 4 [0/156]

RANK: -

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[ CORE STATS ]

> CHA: 11

> END: 5

> PER: 10

> LCK: 3

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[ ENERGY ]

> LUST: 140/140

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[ ACTIVE PERKS ]

> [The Outsider]

> [The Gentle Protector]

> [Empathic Resonance]

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SIN POINTS: 340

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Three hundred and forty, huh? I tapped into the system marketplace, scrolling through the available items and traits to see if there was anything within my budget.

No. Fuck no.

The absolute cheapest thing listed was a staggering 500 SP. I wasn’t even close. I guess I had no choice but to keep up the grind and pray I kept hitting these high-value perception checks. Seriously, though, if I wanted to truly dominate this game, expanding my awareness was non-negotiable.

But Luck was starting to look pretty appealing too, not to mention Endurance. Every single point invested in Endurance would boost my max Lust capacity by ten points. Fuck, every attribute felt incredibly vital, and getting a measly five points per level-up just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

Then there was Charisma. Standing up, I walked over to the bathroom mirror and stared at my reflection. I could swear my skin was practically glowing. This Charisma stat was fundamentally altering my physical appearance. The dark, hollow circles under my eyes from months of chronic sleeplessness had completely vanished, and my facial structure looked visibly sharper, more symmetrical. For the first time in a long time, I actually looked like a goddamn human being. Better than human, even.

"Gotta keep the momentum going, right?" I muttered to myself, turning away from the mirror and pulling out my phone. "Now, where is that other bitch... Jennifer Dash?"

The girlfriend of Cole, the absolute bastard who had beaten me to a pulp.

I opened up her social media profile and checked her feed. Sure enough, she had posted a new photo just a few minutes ago. She was sitting at a trendy local coffee shop, snuggled up right next to Cole. There he was just posing alongside her, both of them flashing obnoxious peace signs at the camera.

"Alright," I whispered, a dark, venomous grin spreading across my face as I grabbed my jacket. "Let’s see what you’re up to today, you slut."

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