Chapter 27: ONLY GRINDING

She closed the door with a shy, grateful smile and turned the lock. The moment the mechanism clicked, I dropped silently onto one knee, pressing my eye directly against the old, wide keyhole.

The angle was absolutely perfect. There she was, standing right in the center of the dim room, completely unaware. She unzipped her backpack, pulling out a silk nightshirt, and then reached down to slide her gray sweat-shorts down her thighs. She kicked them aside, leaving her standing in just the tight, translucent white tank top and those tiny pink lace panties.

My breath hitched as she reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a bra, a low-cut, matching pink lace underwire that pushed her heavy breasts up, creating a deep, striking cleavage. The tight lace cups compressed her curves tightly, with her nipples just barely visible through the sheer upper mesh of the fabric. She turned slightly, and the low light caught the soft curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her thighs, and the thin lace of her underwear digging into her hips, framing her legs perfectly.

"Oh, you fucking whore," I whispered into the dark hallway, my eyes locked on the view. "Look at you. Getting naked in another man’s home..."

Once she was finished changing, she didn’t just head straight for the door. She stepped in front of the full-length mirror on the closet, smoothing the silk fabric down over her hips. She turned slightly to check her profile, adjusted the open collar of her shirt to let it sit lower on one shoulder, and ran a hand through her damp hair to give it a slightly messy, effortless look. She stared at her reflection for a long moment, making sure everything fit exactly how she wanted it to.

She took a deep breath, composed her face back into a softer expression, and began moving toward the door to unlock it.

I immediately scrambled back, moving soundlessly across the floor, and sat casually on the living room couch just as the lock clicked back open. The door swung wide, and Sarah peeked her head out into the dark hallway, the dark silk pajama set catching the dim ambient light.

"Um... I’m all changed into my pajamas," she said softly, her eyes tracking me down the hall.

"Hmm?" I turned my head toward her, acting as if I’d just been waiting patiently, then stood up and walked over. "Oh, yeah. Let’s get some sleep then... sorry if I accidentally hit you in my sleep, by the way."

"Same goes for me, too," she chuckled softly, stepping back into the bedroom to let me in, her eyes lingering on mine just a second longer than usual. "I tend to move around a lot."

"Well, I just took a literal beating a few days ago," I joked dryly, glancing at her exposed collarbone as I walked past. "I think I can handle a little tossing and turning, don’t worry."

I flicked the light switch by the doorway, plunging the bedroom into a soft, shadowy dimness lit only by the faint glow of the city lights cutting through the rain-streaked window.

We climbed into the narrow bed, and the layout immediately forced us into close quarters. Pulling the heavy blanket up over ourselves, the reality of the small mattress set in. It was a tight fit, and every movement felt magnified in the quiet room.

"Goodnight, Chance," Sarah murmured, breaking the quiet with a soft, slightly hesitant voice.

"Goodnight, Sarah," I replied, keeping my tone level.

She shifted onto her side, turning her back to me as she tucked her hands beneath her pillow. I remained flat on my back, my arms down by my sides, staring directly up at the dark ceiling. The heavy sound of the downpour outside seemed to amplify the tight space between us.

After a few minutes, I subtly nudged the blanket up a fraction on my side. My eyes tracked the contours of her silhouette under the covers. The short, glossy silk pajama bottoms hugged her hips perfectly, highlighting the soft curve of her lower back and thighs right beneath the edge of her unbuttoned silk top.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, the silence stretching out between us as the room grew cooler.

Then, completely unprompted, she shifted. It wasn’t a sudden roll, but a slow, small drift backward. Remaining on her side, she adjusted her position until the smooth fabric of her silk pajama bottoms pressed directly against the side of my thigh. The contact was just... fuck, eliminating the last bit of space between us on the mattress.

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MAJOR OPPORTUNITY DETECTED

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[SUGGESTED ACTION]

Put a hand on her waist and

turn toward her.

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COST: 50 Lust

EST. GAIN: HIGH REWARD

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So... it was happening, huh?

I turned my body toward her, shifting my weight on the narrow mattress, and slid my hand onto the soft curve of her waist. She recoiled slightly, a tiny tremor running through her as if she hadn’t entirely expected me to make a move. Then, she glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and shy in the dim light filtering through the window. For a second, she just stared, frozen, before slowly lowering her head back onto the pillow.

Then, she moved again.

This time, she deliberately shifted backward, pressing the smooth fabric of her dark silk pajama shorts directly against my lap. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, the sheer heat of her body sending a massive jolt straight through me. Fucking hell, I was completely inexperienced with this, a total virgin, and the sudden, intense friction against my jeans was almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, the neon system interface flared to life in the darkness, the quiet chime echoing in my mind. 150 EXP and the same amount of Sinpoints. Nice.

The numbers rolled over, but I could barely focus on them. My eyes were completely locked onto her silhouette. Sarah fucking Angi was right here, entirely isolated from her husband, seeking comfort in my room.

"Sarah," I whispered into the quiet room, the sound of the heavy downpour outside drowning out everything else.

She didn’t reply out loud, but her posture went completely still. She was listening to every single breath I took.

"Seeing you trust me like this," I said, letting my voice drop into a soft, intimate murmur. "It made me really happy. Thank you."

Still, she didn’t say a word. But with my enhanced Perception, I could see the edge of her ear from where I was lying... it was flushing a deep, unmistakable crimson. She was blushing like crazy under the covers.

"And when we were back at your place... in the kitchen," I continued, leaning in a fraction closer. "I felt like the luckiest man alive."

Deciding to push my advantage, I mentally triggered my active skill: Empathic Resonance. A sudden, heavy rush of data flooded my awareness, a direct tap into her current mental state. Her surface emotions, her deep grievances, and her hidden cravings rushed into my mind all at once. And the thing she wanted most right now? It wasn’t some wild, aggressive encounter... she was completely starved for affection. She just desperately wanted to be held.

Just a fucking hug?

Well, who was I to refuse an open invitation like that?

I shifted my hand from her waist, sliding my arm completely around her middle and pulling her back firmly against my chest. My fingers brushed against the soft skin of her stomach just under the hem of her loose silk top. She stiffened for a fraction of a second, but then she relaxed, reaching down with one hand to shyly clasp my forearm, anchoring me there.

As she adjusted to the embrace, she shifted her hips further back against me. That was the absolute last strain of restraint I had left in my body. Keeping beneath the heavy blanket, I reached down and hastily pushed my pants out of the way, freeing myself as the friction of her silk shorts pressed directly against my bare skin.

"Can I?" I whispered, my breath warm against the back of her neck.

She let out a soft, trembling breath, her fingers tightening around my arm. "O-only... grinding..."

That was more than enough for me.

I shifted closer beneath the blanket, pressing against her as the friction of her short silk pajamas rode up slightly, leaving the smooth skin of her thighs and hips directly against me. The warmth radiating from her was intense. As I began to slowly grind against her, matching the rhythm of the heavy rain outside, every sensation felt magnified a hundred times over. Through the thin material of her underwear, I could feel the soft, distinct pressure of her curves against my groin. I was incredibly hard, the overwhelming friction and lack of experience making me feel like I’d absolutely blow my load at any second.

Suddenly, a bright, intrusive notification block snapped directly into my line of sight, freezing the countdown in my head.