I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 50: Wanna See It

Chapter 50: Wanna See It

I looked at her arm slung loose around my neck, dangling like she couldn’t hold it up anymore. I pulled her closer, lifting her a bit.

Her body pressed into me—hot and heavy, way more than I’d figured. Her tits brushed my chest, her skin burning through my shirt, making my dick twitch already.

"Hm, Alex," Hailey slurred, her voice thick and fucked-up. Her words dragged out slow, her tongue stumbling like she was too drunk to talk straight. She cracked her eyes open, barely, giving me a sloppy, hazy stare.

She tried to say more, but it came out mushy—her mouth was a mess. The air around her stank of booze, sharp and strong, mixed with a sweet tease of her perfume that hit me hard.

"You keep saying that... I’m curious," I said, nudging her with my elbow. My voice stayed low, poking at her to keep it going, see where she’d take it.

"About what?" she mumbled, her words fading into a weak breath. Her eyes blinked slow, heavy as hell, like she might pass out right there.

"That... stuff..." she whispered, her voice dropping so quiet I almost missed it. She trailed off, leaving it hanging, too smashed to finish.

Thump—

Her other hand smacked the table, sloppy and loud. Her fingers splayed out, limp and careless, like she didn’t give a shit where they landed. That was my signal.

I slid closer, real fucking close, until our hips were damn near touching. Her heat slammed into me, raw and alive, like a jolt straight to my cock. The bar’s noise, chatter, clinks, faded to nothing, just her and me in this bubble.

I threw my arm around her back, pulling her into a tight hug. Her body sagged against me, soft and wobbly from the drinks.

Then I grabbed her free hand off the table. Her skin was smooth but sweaty, sticky with booze and heat. Her palm burned against mine, making my fingers itch to move.

"Hm?" she hummed, slow and foggy.

Her head flopped to one side, moving like she was drowning in it, drunk and out of it. She didn’t pull away, though. I lifted her arm, steering it toward me, slow and sure.

It felt real as fuck now, like I had her locked in. Her weight leaned harder into me, her breath loud in my ear, and the bar’s hum was gone. It was just us, the air thick with horny tension.

Thump—

I slid her hand right between my legs, no hesitation. I guided it slow but firm, pressing it against my bulge. My pants stretched tight, my hard-on straining under her fingers, hot and ready.

"Wanna check what you’re curious about?" I whispered, my voice low and rough, right in her ear.

"...Haa," she sighed, her breath shaky and wet.

Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded and glassy, as her hand rested there, limp but warm. The room seemed to shrink even more, the air thick with heat and the faint creak of the chair beneath us.

Hailey answered with a sigh, her intent unclear. I couldn’t tell if it was a yes or a no—her breath just hung there, heavy and vague.

’If I fail here, that’s it,’ I thought, steeling myself.

If this didn’t work, I’d just ditch the quest. Knowing I could walk away from this, and her, anytime gave me a boost of courage. The bar’s dim light flickered overhead, casting shaky shadows on the wooden walls. The air was thick with tension and the sharp sting of alchol.

Swish—

"Ah...!" Hailey gasped softly.

I grabbed her hand and slid it into my pants. Her warm fingers brushed past my stomach, trailing lower, her touch electric against my skin. The fabric stretched tight as her hand moved, the heat of her palm sinking in.

Thump—

She fumbled with my pants button, her movements quick but clumsy. For a second, she froze, like she wasn’t sure what to do—until I took her wrist again and guided her. Her breath hitched, loud in the quiet room.

Slide—

"Haa," she exhaled, shaky and low.

Her hand slipped inside my underwear now, inching closer. Just a little more, and she’d be close enough to feel how hard I was—angry, pulsing, ready. I didn’t hesitate, steering her fingers downward without a pause. The table creaked faintly as I shifted.

Tap—thud—

Her fingertips brushed my bare skin, and the moment she touched me, my whole body jolted—shivers racing up my spine. My erection twitched in response, welcoming her grip like it’d been waiting. Her hand trembled slightly, warm and soft against me.

"Check it out... you’re not gonna, right?" I asked, my voice low and teasing.

"Ah... Alex..." she stammered. "I mean..."

"Don’t think about anything today," I cut in, keeping my tone steady.

"Ah..." she breathed, her voice softening.

As I spoke, her fingers wrapped around me, holding tight. Warmth spread through me, radiating from her grip. Her touch was firm now, no hesitation left. The bar felt smaller, the walls closing in with every second.

"I’ll do everything you talked about earlier," I promised, leaning closer.

"Aha..." she sighed, a needy edge to it.

Her hand tightened even more, squeezing with new strength. I couldn’t call this my control anymore—she was taking over. At nearly thirty centimeters, I was too thick for her to wrap one hand around completely. Her fingers strained, barely meeting.

"..."

Silence fell, thick and heavy.

Then, without thinking about who moved first, we locked eyes. Her face—bright red, pressed against my chest—met mine, and that was it. The spark ignited. The bottles on the table rattled faintly as the air shifted.

Smack—slurp—

Hailey closed her eyes, parted her lips, and I dove in. Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling instantly. Wet, sticky sounds filled the room as her grip on me tightened, spurred on by the kiss. My erection throbbed harder, feeding off her touch.

Slurp—slurp—slurp—

Our tongues grew bolder, darting and twisting. Our hands scrambled for more—hers tugging my underwear down with one while squeezing me with the other; mine rubbing her chest through her clothes and sliding along her thigh. The heat between us spiked, raw and urgent.

Smack—smack—smack—

The table shook with our movements, bottles clinking, but neither of us cared. I didn’t know how far we’d go in this room, but right now, all that mattered was exploring each other’s bodies. The wooden walls creaked faintly, like they were watching.

Hailey broke the silence first.

"Haa... I want it..." she panted, her voice raw. "Plus, I’m..."

Hearing her drop the formal tone so naturally snapped something in me. I didn’t have to hold back anymore—didn’t want to. Her breath was hot against my neck, her words dripping with need.

"You can have it," I said, voice rough. "Tch."

"Huh," she gasped, startled.

I shifted, sitting up straighter, and grabbed her waist. With a quick lift, I pulled her onto my lap. Her straight skirt kept her legs pinned together, so she ended up sitting sideways, her thighs pressed tight, glancing off to the side. Her weight settled warm and heavy against me.

"Take it off," I said, nodding at her skirt. "The skirt."

"Haaa..." she moaned, no refusal in her.

Instead of pushing back, she let out a shaky whimper and fumbled with the zipper on the side. Her fingers shook as she tugged it down, the sound sharp in the quiet. This was the final blow—game over.

"Phew," I muttered. "It’s getting filthy now. Want me to take a picture?"

"Hm..." she hummed, lost in it.

Thump—

Her eyes were glassy, like she couldn’t see straight. She probably would’ve stripped anywhere, not just this room, without a second thought. The skirt slid down her calves, pooling on the floor with a soft rustle, freeing her legs. She twisted, facing me fully, and straddled me completely.

Creak—

"Haha!" she laughed, breathless.

I pressed hard between her legs, instant and firm. The first thing I felt was the soaked front of her panties against me—warm, wet, clinging. Her hips twitched, rocking slightly as she adjusted.

"Huh," she gasped, excitement spilling out.

Her moan was loud, needy, and she swayed her hips again. Then she threw her arms around me, pulling me close, her chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. Her scent hit me—sweet, musky, intoxicating.

Mm, I thought, feeling her heavy breasts press into my face.

Her fragrance wrapped around me, pulling me in deeper. I glanced over her shoulder and spotted a pair of scissors on the table, glinting faintly under the lamp.

"Hold still," I warned, grabbing them. "This could be dangerous."

"Hm...?" she mumbled, dazed.

Snip—snap—

"Ah..." she whimpered, soft and high.

I carefully sliced the side of her panties with the scissors. The fabric, stretched tight over her, gave way, loosening as it split. Her breath hitched, loud in the stillness, as the tension released.

Rip—

With a quick yank, I tore the panties off her completely, lifting her hips slightly to help. The damp cloth peeled away, leaving her bare. At the same time, I shoved my own pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, the fabric bunching up fast.

Rip—

"Haaaa... so... big..." she moaned, voice trembling.

The instant my raw erection met her bare skin, heat exploded between us. Her wetness brushed against me, slick and warm, and the contact sent a jolt through my whole body.