Chapter 28: SURE?

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SYSTEM TUTORIAL: STAT ALERT

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[ENDURANCE (END)]

The Endurance attribute directly

governs physical stamina, energy

reserves, and performance duration.

Increasing END heavily mitigates the risk

of premature climax during high-

intensity tactile encounters.

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The sudden overlay of the system text bought me a crucial moment to clear my head. Clutching Sarah’s waist tightly with one hand, I mentally blinked to expand the full interface, racing to utilize the level-up points I’d just secured from the massive payout of the previous quest line.

I didn’t hesitate. I poured three points straight into Endurance to stabilize my stamina, and dumped the remaining two into Perception to keep my senses razor-sharp.

The screen flickered violently, recalculating my entire capacity as a sudden wave of physical coolness and control washed over my body, completely resetting my frantic edge.

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MAIN MENU

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NAME: Chance Brooks

LVL: 6 [67/275]

RANK: Homewrecker

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[ CORE STATS ]

> CHA: 15

> END: 8

> PER: 17

> LCK: 3

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[ ENERGY ]

> LUST: 170/170

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[ ACTIVE PERKS ]

> [The Outsider]

> [The Gentle Protector]

> [Empathic Resonance]

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SIN POINTS: 990

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My maximum Lust pool surged up to 170, and the heavy, overwhelming urge to snap instantly vanished, but I was still close. I guess three points weren’t enough to help me control myself. Fuck, how could I control myself right now, while this bitch was all over me?

I continued to press close under the covers, the intense warmth of her body contrasting sharply with the cold rain hammering against the bedroom window. The smooth texture of her silk pajama shorts shifted with every movement, creating a friction that sent my heart rate spiking.

"I’m... just an old woman..." she muttered, her voice muffled against the pillow. "Y-you should be with someone your... your own age..."

"That’s Hubert’s words," I whispered into her ear, leaning down against her shoulder. "He made you think so little of yourself."

"I’m... thirty-one, Chance. You’re eighteen."

The physical sensation was overwhelming, far more intense than anything I had anticipated. Despite the three points I had just dumped into Endurance, the sheer closeness and the unaccustomed warmth made it incredibly difficult to maintain focus. Every breath she drew seemed to ripple through the cramped space of the mattress.

"Sarah... I’m... I’m going to..."

"W-wait... the sheets... we’re... the, um..."

It was too late. The release was sudden and heavy, a sharp wave breaking over my thoughts before I could even utter a warning. My hips jerked forward in a helpless, reflexive spasm as the pleasure hit with a force that made my vision blur. It was a torrential, unbidden rush, completely eclipsing everything else.

The heat tore out of me in heavy, frantic pulses. It felt like a dam breaking, an endless, pulsing stream that just wouldn’t stop, far more than my body should have even been capable of holding. It was the desperate, explosive release of someone who had waited a lifetime for this exact touch, spilling over into the open air.

In the confusion of the moment, she moved her hands down, capturing the spill against her palms to shield the fabric of the bed. But it kept coming, hot and thick, quickly overflowing her fingers and smearing against her skin. I lay there for a moment, my breathing ragged, as the intensity of the climax finally died down, leaving my muscles trembling and my mind struggling to catch up with how fast the rug had been pulled out from under us.

I pulled the blanket back completely, letting the cool air of the room hit us. Sarah sat up slightly, staring blankly down at her slick, dripping hands.

"S-so much..." she whispered. "It’s... wow."

"I’m... sorry," I muttered, sitting up beside her. "I just... I’m sorry."

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Sexual Encounter Completed

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REWARD(S): 50 EXP

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Fifty experience points flashed across my vision. The system was actively validating the progress, and the potential for rapid leveling clicked in my mind.

"I’m... going to w-wash my hands..." she said, her voice shaking as she prepared to slide out of bed.

"Wait, Sarah."

I caught her by the shoulder, mentally triggering Empathic Resonance. The skill surged, bringing a clear read on her underlying emotional landscape. Beneath the panic and the guilt over Hubert, a raw, deep-seated desire for validation and closeness was still humming clear as day. She wanted the attention she had been starved of upstairs.

She wanted me to... go down on her. Well, fuck. I was a virgin and I’d never seen a pussy before. Guess I had to start somewhere.

"I... feel like a selfish jerk, Sarah. Stop," I said, shifting my tone to maintain control over the situation.

"W-why? It’s not your fault, Chance. I..."

I got off the bed entirely, pulling the heavy blanket off the mattress and tossing it aside to remove any barriers. Moving to the foot of the bed, I looked up at her, keeping my expression intensely focused.

"Call me a pervert, but..." I murmured, "I... always wanted to do this."

"D-do... what?"

I reached for the hem of her dark silk shorts. Finding no physical resistance, I slid them down over her knees. A bright flush spread rapidly across her face, her eyes wide as she looked down at me, her hands still stained.

"N-no... I’m... I didn’t even take a shower after work, and... I... um, you are..."

"I like your smell," I replied, pulling the shorts past her ankles and leaving them on the floor. "Sarah. Look at me."

She lowered her gaze to meet mine.

"You can push me away. You can kick me out of this room right now," I said, keeping my voice low and steady. "I want you to feel safe with me, Sarah. Okay?"

"I’m... married. I... I can’t, Chance."

Exhaling slowly, I stood up and moved to her side of the bed. I reached out, gently taking her hand, and slid the wedding band off her finger. The metal clinked quietly as I placed it on the wooden nightstand.

"Sarah," I said, locking eyes with her. "Just tonight... I want you to be mine."

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving slightly. "W-we can’t... have sex... please, Chance."

"Of course," I answered smoothly. "I wouldn’t want to push you into anything."

"I know." A small, shy smile touched her lips. "I know you’re not a guy like that... but... please, let me take a s-shower first. I just came back from a long shift and..."

"Now, that," I interrupted, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, "is something I can’t listen to."

"It’s... dirty. My husband never..."

I didn’t let her finish the sentence. Kneeling back down at the edge of the bed, I gently slid her pink lace panties out of the way. In the dim light, the soft contours of her lower body were fully exposed, slick with moisture and flushing under the intensity of her arousal.

A married woman’s pussy. Right fucking in front of me... Damn it. It was so pink and... looking fucking delicous, couldn’t lie.

"C-Chance..." she murmured, her voice growing weaker.

I ignored the token protest, knowing exactly what her internal stats were broadcasting through the skill sync. She wanted this validation, and I was going to use it to secure her loyalty completely.

"Sarah," I said, looking up at her face before leaning back down. "You are beautiful."

"N-no... you really shouldn’t..."

I slowly moved closer and pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. Sarah propped herself up against the wooden headboard, looking down at me with wide, hesitant eyes as a small, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

I shifted my focus, pressing another firm kiss to the opposite thigh. Right on cue, another soft sound slipped past her teeth. The sheer vulnerability of a married woman melting right on my mattress from a few simple touches was intoxicating. Even with my total lack of real-world experience, the system’s stat boosts made every action feel completely precise and calculated.

"I love your smell," I murmured, moving my hands up to anchor her hips securely against the sheets. "I love the way you look right now."

"Chance... oh..."

I continued to work my way upward, tracing a slow line of kisses along the soft skin. Each contact drew another ragged breath and a progressively louder moan from her. She was completely yielding to the attention, her legs relaxing outward as the intense heat radiating from her body became almost palpable. The mattress beneath her was catching the damp evidence of how heavy her arousal had become, a small price to pay for total compliance.

Now it was time for the main course. Enough teasing.

I moved my face directly over her pussy, feeling the heat rising off her skin. To be completely honest, my brain was totally short-circuiting. Externally, I was trying to look like some smooth, calculated mastermind, but internally? I was losing my fucking mind. I was an eighteen-year-old virgin who had never seen a real woman’s cunt up close in his entire life. What the fuck was I supposed to do next?

She looked down at me one last time, her expression a frantic mix of guilt and desire, as if silently asking if I was truly certain I wanted to cross this line with her.

"Chance," she whispered, her fingers clutching tightly at the bedsheets. "Are... are you sure..."

Sure? Fuck yeah I was sure.

I didn’t bother waiting for her to finish the thought. I gripped both of her thighs firmly, parting her legs slightly wider to give myself completely unobstructed access. Leaning down, I pressed my tongue against her, drawing a long, awkward stroke upward from the base.