Chapter 8: OVER THE EDGE

"It’s just... everything, Chance," she whispered. "The long shifts, the bills, coming home exhausted... and then I have to deal with that. I feel invisible to him unless I do something wrong. He hasn’t asked me how my day was in months. He didn’t even care that I worked a double shift yesterday."

I looked straight into her eyes, keeping my voice soft and steady.

"You’re not invisible to me. I see how hard you work. I see you."

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EXPLOIT SUCCESS

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Action: The Active Listener

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> Sarah Favor: [▲5%]

> Total Favor: 17%

> Loyalty: 68% [▼2%]

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[!] STATUS:

Sarah feels [Validated]

The emotional gap is

widening.

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"I shouldn’t be bothering you with my personal problems like this," she said, sniffing as she stood up. "Thank you for listening, though."

"It’s fine," I replied with a gentle smile, dusting off my pants. "You can come talk to me anytime you want."

She gave me a small, tired nod. "Thank you again."

"Hmm."

Before heading back inside, Sarah slipped off the coat and handed it back to me. Her thin white tank top clung to her body in the cool night air, her hard nipples clearly poking through the fabric. The sight made something dark stir inside me.

I stayed by the tree for a few moments longer, watching her walk back into the building. Once she was gone, a cold smirk slowly spread across my face.

"Getting closer, Sarah..." I whispered. "Really getting closer."

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TARGET: Sarah Angi

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[ RELATIONSHIP ]

> Partner: [Hubert]

> Loyalty: 68% [Stable]

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[ SYSTEM SYNC ]

> Favor: 17%

> Threat: None

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> GRIEVANCE LOG

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❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

The night shift was finally over. After mopping the floors and stacking the chairs, Jacob locked up the shop and was kind enough to drop me off at the gas station.

Light rain pattered down as I lit a cigarette. My phone showed 11 PM. If I had taken the bus, I’d still be stuck in that sweaty crowd. At least walking gave me some peace.

"Hmm... fuck, that was exhausting."

I adjusted my backpack on one shoulder and started the familiar walk home. The weather was that annoying in-between, not cold, not warm, and every gust of wind made me regret not bringing my jacket. The wounds from that beating were healing, but working such an active job still felt like self-sabotage. I just needed one good week of rest.

"Huh?"

I narrowed my eyes. At the end of the street was that bald bastard. The same giant dog walked beside him on a leash. Even from a distance, I recognized the tattoos covering his arms and the aggressive way he carried himself.

It was him.

And walking right next to him was his girlfriend.

She was stunning. A dark-skinned beauty with smooth, rich caramel-brown skin that glowed under the streetlights. She had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back, full lips, and a body that demanded attention. Her tits were massive, heavy, round, and barely contained by the tight crop top she was wearing. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her narrow waist and wide, swaying hips. Her ass looked incredible in those tight jeans. She was the kind of woman that turned heads everywhere she went.

"So it’s you..." I muttered under my breath.

They were walking in the opposite direction, which was lucky for me. But my mind was already racing. I didn’t just want revenge on him anymore.

I wanted to destroy him.

And the perfect weapon was walking right beside him.

The system interface suddenly appeared beside me at shoulder height.

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TARGET: Jennifer Dash

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[ RELATIONSHIP ]

> Partner: [Cole]

> Loyalty: 44% [Shaky]

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[ SYSTEM SYNC ]

> Favor: 0%

> Threat: None

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> GRIEVANCE LOG

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Cole. So that was the fucker’s name. And her loyalty was already shaky at just 44%. Perfect.

"Jennifer Dash," I whispered, pulling out my phone and searching her name on Instagram. "Let’s see what kind of slut you are..."

I stepped into the apartment building, dripping from the light rain, and turned right. I unlocked my door, stepped inside, and kicked it shut behind me.

I tossed my backpack onto the floor and immediately dropped onto the couch, phone in hand. I typed "Jennifer Dash" into the search bar. It wasn’t hard to find her, as not many Jeniffer Dash lived near me.

After a quick search... I found her profile.

Jackpot.

Dozens of photos loaded. Most of them were incredibly sexy. Beach pictures in tiny bikinis that barely contained her massive tits, mirror selfies in tight dresses that hugged her thick ass, club photos where she was grinding on the dance floor. Her body was insane, full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth caramel skin that looked perfect under the sun.

Cole was in a few of the photos, standing beside her like he owned her.

"So fucking sexy..." I muttered, zooming in on one particular beach photo. She was lying on her back in the sand, back arched slightly, her huge tits nearly spilling out of a white micro-bikini. Water droplets glistened on her skin.

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DEVIANT QUEST

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[!] MISSION:

Digital Desecration

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> OBJECTIVE:

Perform a solo act of

[Lust] while focusing

on a visual of:

Jennifer Dash.

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> REWARD:

+40 EXP

+80 Sin Points

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Masturbating to her photos?

The old Chance would’ve felt like a disgusting creep. But that version of me was dead.

I didn’t care anymore. Only results mattered.

I stood up and headed straight to the bathroom. The moment I closed the door, I yanked my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My cock was already rock hard. I sat on the closed toilet lid and opened her photo again, the one where she was biting her lip and pushing her massive tits together for the camera.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started stroking, slow and firm at first. From across the hall, the usual loud moans of whatever girl my neighbor was fucking tonight started echoing through the walls. The sound only made me stroke faster.

"Fuck... look at those tits," I groaned, eyes glued to Jennifer’s picture. I imagined ripping that tiny bikini off her, grabbing those heavy brown breasts, and burying my face between them while Cole watched helplessly.

My hand moved quicker. The wet slapping sound mixed with the loud, fake-sounding moans coming from next door. I zoomed in on her face, that sultry expression, full lips, bedroom eyes.

I was pumping hard now, breathing heavily, precum leaking over my fingers. The neighbor’s girl started screaming louder, clearly getting fucked senseless.

That pushed me over the edge.

"Shit!"