Conquering Ladies With My 10x Rebate System
Chapter 64: Suspicious activity (R18)

Chapter 64: Suspicious activity (R18)

"Ahhh..." Helene gasped, her voice trembling as emotion surged through her.

Her eyes welled with tears, the edges of her vision blurring.

"I’m going in now," Caleb said quietly, his tone calm but focused.

Helene flinched slightly as his fingers slid inside her. Her breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to his touch.

’She’s so tense,’ Caleb thought, noting how responsive she was.

He moved with care, his hand gentle as it traced along her the walls.

’She’s so tight down here’

"Ahhh Nghaah" Helene moaned as his hands rubbed her surface.

She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder as her body quivered.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the strange sounds building in her throat—sounds she wasn’t used to making.

There was something new about this feeling. Something overwhelming.

Caleb’s movements were steady, deliberate.

He adjusted slightly, finding the right rhythm, he slid the other fingers in to join , and she jolted each time his touch found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Faster... please," Helene whispered, almost too quietly to hear. Her body trembled as waves of unfamiliar sensation washed over her.

’I guess this is her spot’

Caleb listened to her plea, his movements picking up pace—focused, deliberate, each one carefully aimed at that one spot.

"Ahhh!" Helene cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

Her body trembled as a wave of sensation washed over her, and for a moment, it was as though time stood still.

Her eyes snapped open, clarity returning as her breath steadied and her hands gripped his shoulders for support.

{Ding!}

{5X>>>>> $60M}

’I guess I won’t get the full 10X without going all in,’ Caleb thought, pulling his hand away with a quiet breath.

She blinked up at him, dazed but awake—aware again.

He’d done just enough to bring her back to her senses.

’I hope I never have to do that again... At least I didn’t get caught this time,’ he thought bitterly.

On a normal day, it wouldn’t have mattered—but of all places, the system had forced him into this situation inside a damn elevator.

He was about to exhale in relief when—

Ding!

{Room 4 has been reached!}

The elevator’s voice echoed around them.

’Damn it,’ Caleb cursed internally, eyes narrowing.

Caleb’s eyes popped open like someone had slapped him with cold water.

He shot to his feet, frantically glancing around like a raccoon caught in the fridge at midnight.

The elevator door had just dinged and started to slide open—

"NOPE!"

He smacked the Close button like it owed him money.

The doors jerked, then sealed shut again with a sluggish swoosh.

Crisis (barely) delayed.

He turned around—and Helene was slowly blinking her way back to reality.

She looked down.

Legs still spread.

Panties: soaked.

Dress: hanging on by a thread.

Floor: wet like a burst water pipe.

Her brain finally rebooted.

’What the hell just—?’

Then it hit her.

Her eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed so fast, they might as well have combusted.

She looked at Caleb, horrified. "D-d-did I just—?"

"No time!" Caleb barked, cutting her off like a panicked firefighter. "Someone could walk in any second!"

Helene scrambled to her feet, adjusting her gown like she was trying to erase the last five minutes from existence.

Her face was redder than a malfunctioning traffic light.

The silence between them?

Unbearably loud.

She dared not look at him. The man had literally watched her become a human fountain in a public elevator.

’What even was that?’ she thought, biting her lip in mortified confusion. ’Why did my body just go happy-hour-hosepipe mode?’

Meanwhile, Caleb stood there, brain ticking like a bomb technician defusing a mess of wet embarrassment.

’Okay. Problem: bodily flood on the floor. Solution: uhhh... distraction? fire alarm? pretend we spilled water? nope. elevator ghost? still nope—’

Ting!

The elevator chimed again.

’No. Not now. Not when it looks like we just filmed a deleted scene from a soap opera!’

Caleb slammed the Close button again like his life depended on it.

The last thing he needed was for anyone—especially Naya—to walk in on this.

He didn’t even want to imagine her face.

Grinding his teeth, he muttered under his breath, "Fuck that system..."

At that moment, both he and Helene shared the same desperate prayer:

’Please... don’t let anyone walk in on this.’

As Helene stood awkwardly to the side, still catching her breath and trying to disappear into her dress, Caleb acted fast.

He yanked a handkerchief from his pocket and dropped to the floor, frantically wiping away the evidence.

All of it. Every awkward drop.

Helene glanced at him, mortified, then quickly looked away, pretending she wasn’t watching him clean up her mess.

And right then—

Ding!

The elevator door slid open.

Standing just outside: Sophia and Naya.

"Oh, it’s the two of you, together—" Sophia’s voice faded as her eyes caught the scene.

Caleb crouched near the floor, handkerchief in hand.

Helene stood stiffly to the side, flushed red, her hands partially covering her face.

Their eyes scanned the scene.

Suspicion was instant.

The silence between the four of them?

Loud.

Caleb slowly looked up, like a man caught red-handed with a broken vase and no explanation.

Helene didn’t move. She just hoped—somehow—they’d both vanish into the elevator floor.

Naya’s expression shifted—just slightly—but enough to say,

"I’m going to ask... but I really don’t want to."

Before Naya could even speak, Sophia beat her to it.

"What’s going on here?" she asked, her sharp gaze flicking between Caleb, Helene, and the awkward tension clinging to the air.

Caleb slowly rose to his feet, slipping the handkerchief back into his pocket with forced nonchalance.

Helene caught the motion out of the corner of her eye. She instinctively wanted to stop him—burn the thing if possible—but she knew moving now would only make everything more suspicious.

Caleb cleared his throat, the sound louder than intended.

Keeping his expression neutral, he met their eyes with forced calm. "Well... Helene wasn’t feeling too great," he began, gesturing vaguely toward her. "She, uh... threw up. So I cleaned it. Had a handkerchief on me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he subtly winced and closed his lips tight—Too much? Too little?

He had no idea.

"Vomited?" she repeated flatly. Her eyes scanned Helene’s perfectly unruffled dress, her neatly combed hair, and those suspiciously flushed cheeks.

Helene, still covering her mouth like she’d just confessed to a murder, nodded rapidly. "Y-yes! Terrible nausea. Must’ve been the seafood... or maybe the juice... or both?"

Naya raised a brow. "In an elevator?"

Caleb nodded solemnly, putting on the most dramatic expression he could muster. "It was violent. Sudden. Like a... sneak attack."

Sophia leaned in slightly and sniffed the air, frowning. "But I don’t smell—"

"Because I’m just that good!" Caleb jumped in, grinning too widely. "Quick reflexes, elite cleanup skills. Honestly, I missed my calling. Should’ve been a field medic."

A pause.

Helene coughed.

Naya crossed her arms, eyes flicking between them. "Right. Vomit. In an elevator. No mess. No smell. Sure."

Sophia chuckled, clearly unconvinced but entertained. "You seem to have a gift for... cleaning up messes, Caleb."

"Among other things," he muttered, eyes briefly closing before he cleared his throat again.

Then he saw it—Naya’s face.

She wasn’t buying it.

Not a single word.

And the cold, sharp look she gave him screamed louder than anything else:

’We’re talking about this later. In full detail.’

Sophia blinked, then slowly tilted her head.

"Well," Sophia said, giving Helene a final amused glance, "now that you’re feeling better and the elevator hasn’t exploded... shall we get back to the original reason we came here?"

"Yes, please," Naya said, already stepping out of the elevator as if the air inside had become unbearable.

"Of course," Caleb said, straightening his collar and stepping out with way too much composure for someone who had just faked a vomit incident.

Helene lingered for a moment, then whispered to herself, ’Next time, just faint. Much easier to explain.’

As they stepped into the room, Caleb drew a deep breath.

He still couldn’t believe he’d actually gone through with everything that happened in the elevator... but at least no one had caught them. That alone was a small miracle.

Still, seeing the look on Naya’s face—and the way her eyes stayed locked on him—he knew he wasn’t in the clear.

’I’ll need to come up with a better story—soon,’ Caleb thought.

The room was small, with two large sofas placed on either side.

Sophia led the way in, the sharp tap of her heels echoing against the tiled floor.

"Now that we’re all here, please have a seat," she said, motioning toward the sofas.

Caleb and Naya sat together, while Helene chose the opposite seat. Yet, her gaze kept drifting to Caleb—specifically to the pocket where he’d tucked the handkerchief. It clearly unsettled her.

Sophia, however, didn’t seem the least bit concerned about the awkward tension in the room. She got straight to the point.

"X is a dangerous group, and they won’t stop until you’re dead. That’s the truth." She paused briefly, her expression serious. "But this... this is the reason they haven’t found me—and never will."

With that, she slowly revealed it...