Chapter 31: SILENT

Her face immediately flushed a deep crimson. She quickly retracted her hand, pulling it back toward her chest, and awkwardly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Oh, so now you’re acting all shy and innocent? After I literally ate your wet pussy out last night? Cute. The hypocrisy of this cheating housewife was hilarious, but it was working perfectly in my favor.

A small text block popped up in the corner of my vision. Ten EXP, huh?

Nice. A total of 237 out of 275 EXP now. I was just a few minor interactions away from hitting the next level and gaining more stat points to play with.

We kept eating, the clinking of our forks against the plates the only sound in the apartment. I noticed the prolonged silence and decided to push the conversation.

"You’re silent," I said, flashing her a smooth smile.

She looked up at me, her fingers twirling her fork nervously. "Oh, just... well, Hubert doesn’t really like talking during meals, so I guess I’m just used to keeping quiet."

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OPPORTUNITY DETECTED

[Grievance: Ignores her at dinner]

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[SUGGESTED DIALOGUE]

"Well, I’m not Hubert. Come on,

talk a little. It’s boring."

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COST: 25 Lust

EST. GAIN: ???

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"Well, I’m not Hubert," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Come on, talk a little. It’s boring eating in total silence."

Good. Ten more EXP.

She chuckled softly, the tension in her shoulders dropping a bit. "I don’t even know what to talk about, honestly."

"Well then, you’re going to have to listen to me ramble about my shitty coffee shop job during this whole breakfast. Is that what you want?"

"Okay, okay, okay," she said, covering her mouth as she swallowed her food, shaking her head with a laugh. "Oh my god... alright. Well, I found this anime a few weeks ago. I was actually planning to watch it on my off-day but... yeah, things happened."

"What’s the name of it?"

"KOB. The actual title is way too long, so most people just call it KOB."

"Oh, okay. What’s it about?"

Fucking hell. She immediately launched into talking about the plot, how the voice actors got ready for the show, and all that random shit. I didn’t listen to a single word, of course. I just occasionally nodded my head to look invested, using the opportunity to take quick, dirty peeps down the loose neck of the nightgown she was wearing, catching glimpses of her heavy tits shifting whenever she moved.

"So, what do you say? Think it’s worth a watch?" she asked, wrapping up her speech.

"Sounds awesome," I smiled, keeping my eyes locked on her face now. "Um... well, we can binge-watch it together down here if you want?"

She leaned back in her chair, her smile faltering a bit as a heavy look crossed her face. "Oh... I’m... I think I’m actually going to return home today, Chance."

I nodded smoothly, hiding my irritation. "Sure, sure. I understand."

"Yeah..." A weird, thick awkwardness settled into the air between us. "I... but I had... I had fun, Chance. You’re the... you’re really the best."

Well, shit. This fucking whore was going back today? For what? Didn’t she see how much of a miserable prick Hubert was toward her? My god, this chick was a complete idiot.

It was pretty obvious she was completely avoiding any mention of what we did in the bed and the shower. Well, no problem here. To be fair, I had come twice prematurely because I was a total fucking virgin, and last night was the closest I’d ever gotten to actually fucking a woman. I mean, shit, my last actual girlfriend was in the seventh grade, so I didn’t exactly have room to brag.

"I should... go back now," she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she finished her breakfast. "Figure out what the hell to say to Hubert before he comes back from work."

"Right," I said, getting up from the table along with her. "Thanks for making the breakfast."

She grabbed her coat from the rack near the door and threw it on, completely hiding the sexy nightgown underneath. She then leaned down, grabbed her heavy backpack off the ground, and slung it over her shoulders. So... this was really it? This fucking slut was just going to slide right back to her husband, and they’d probably just make up over some stupid apology? Fuck... how was I supposed to prevent that? I couldn’t exactly drop my character and beg her to stay, right?

No, no. Patience. I always forgot to keep my cool in these fast situations. I had to play the long game. If she wanted to crawl back to her husband, I’d let her... and then I’d just find a way to make the entire situation a hundred times worse for them. I just needed to be smart and let the system feed me the right entry points.

"Thanks for everything, Chance. Seriously." She opened the apartment door and stepped out into the hallway.

"No. Thank you for everything," I smiled, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Don’t forget what I told you, okay?"

"I won’t. And I didn’t forget about the pizza deal either."

I opened my arms wide on both sides and chuckled. She laughed along with me, gave me one last lingering, shy wave, and turned around to head up the concrete stairs toward her flat.

I pulled the door shut, the lock clicking into place.

"Fucking slut," I muttered under my breath, a smirk spreading across my face as I thought about how easy it was going to be to completely break her marriage apart.

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Maybe it was time to reverse the situation.

I had already manipulated things so Hubert would find out about Sarah’s embarrassing secret, those nude anime sketches she had desperately tried to hide from him. But what if the tables were turned? What if Sarah discovered her husband’s dirty little secrets and reacted the exact same way?

"Well, well, well," I murmured, staring down at my phone screen. "This is going to get interesting."

I was sitting at one of the small tables in the coffee shop. It was finally my break, and I was slowly sipping a cold brew I’d poured for myself. The place was packed today, nearly every single seat taken. Normally, the baristas weren’t supposed to take up customer tables during a rush, or the ’big man’ would throw a massive fit. But the boss wasn’t in today, so fuck him.

"Oh, Hubert. I wonder what Sarah will do when she sees this?"

I scrolled to the upskirt shot I’d secretly snapped of that bitch, Jennifer Dash. My plan was beautifully simple: slip this exact photo onto Hubert’s phone, and then somehow engineer a situation where Sarah would go through his gallery. That second part of the execution was still in development, though. I needed to think it through carefully.

It was eight in the evening. The sun was long gone, and the heavy, dark clouds hanging over the city were promising another downpour. As I kept drinking, the shop’s front door swung open and... surprise, surprise. My sister walked in.

Fucking hell.

"There you are, you little shit!" she muttered, immediately storming straight toward my table.

I leaned back in my chair, resting one hand on the cold, condensed glass of my drink and the other on my knee. My sister, Jodi, was two years older than me, and her life was a total trainwreck. She had a fit, athletic build and a sharp, dark brown bob cut. She’d managed to get married at eighteen, and holy fuck, her relationship was an absolute nightmare. She and her guy would separate, get back together, get divorced, and then hook up again. At this point, it was just pathetic. Just stop, man. Fucking stop. Serisoutly...

And because our idiot father couldn’t keep it in his pants and knocked up a woman he’d picked up off the streets, Jodi looked absolutely nothing like me.

"Jodi," I muttered, not even bothering to mask my annoyance.

"What the fuck was that, huh?" She aggressively pulled out the chair opposite me and slammed herself into it.

"What was what?" I asked smoothly. "Me finally refusing to be your personal ATM and give you money?"

"When mom died, who the fuck took care of you?" She slammed her palm hard against the wooden table, sneering at me like a venomous snake. "Who made you dinner? Who prepared your breakfast? Huh?"

"So what, I’m permanently indebted to you now?"

"Fuck yeah you are!" she snapped, trying to keep her voice down for the crowd but failing miserably. "You ate away two years of my life. You’re not even my own full blood, but I did it anyway because mom loved you."

"I paid my ’debt’ to you a long time ago," I said, leaning forward until we were eye-to-eye. "Mainly by not breaking that fucking nose of yours."

I stood up, grabbing my cold brew.

"If you’re not ordering anything, get the fuck out. We’re crowded today."