I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 53: Kicked Out!

Chapter 53: Kicked Out!

The sound bounced around the tiny, messy back room we’d snuck into. It was strong, like someone smacking the wood to snap us out of it. My heart jumped, and I stopped cold, my breath stuck in my throat.

No one came in. No one said a damn thing. But Hailey and I both knew exactly what those knocks meant.

The wild heat between us died fast, like a fire snuffed out. Hailey’s face turned bright red as she came down from her orgasm, her chest heaving like she’d just sprinted.

I wasn’t much better—my head buzzed, my dick still hard but my brain finally kicking back on as I shook off the lust.

We split up quick, no words needed, scrambling to clean up our mess. Hailey snatched her ripped panties off the floor and bolted to the side, clutching them tight against her tits.

Her face was still flushed, her hands shaky as she stuffed the torn fabric into her bag. I grabbed her clothes—a wrinkled shirt and jeans—off the sticky floor and shoved them at her, my fingers fumbling as I avoided her eyes.

And just like that, we got thrown out of the bar.

The bouncer didn’t bother talking—just jabbed his fat finger at the door with a pissed-off glare.

We stumbled out, the heavy door slamming shut behind us with a loud bang. The muffled thump of music and drunk laughter faded as the cold night swallowed us up.

"Um... so, this is..."

I muttered, my voice fading as I kicked a small rock on the ground. It rolled away, tapping against the curb. My face burned hot even with the chilly wind, and I couldn’t look at Hailey.

She stood a few feet off, yanking her jacket tighter around her, her messy hair falling over her eyes as she let out a small, nervous chuckle.

I stood there, my mind spinning with shame and excitement. My heart pounded hard, and the air felt thick, like it was pressing down on me, teasing me with what could’ve happened.

"... Haha."

I forced out a shaky laugh, the sound stumbling from my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck. My voice wobbled, giving away how nervous I felt. Outside, the bar’s weak streetlights blinked, throwing long, wobbly shadows onto the rough, broken pavement under our feet.

"..."

Hailey stayed quiet. She just stared at me, her big eyes catching the faint red glow of the neon sign buzzing above the bar’s door. Her lips curved into a tiny, uneasy grin, matching mine. The silence between us grew loud, heavy, like a TV left on with no channel—just static filling the space.

We stood outside the bar, awkwardly looking at each other, giggling like we’d been caught doing something naughty. The cold night air nipped at my bare arms, making me shiver. My hands twitched in my pockets, restless, unsure where to go from here.

...

..

.

Anyway, I had thought the situation would wrap up soon, and I’d finally be able to leave this quest behind. But that didn’t happen. The fact that it wasn’t over yet meant there was still something left undone, something I hadn’t accomplished.

’Should I just pack it up once and for all?’

From my experience so far, in moments like this, the quest usually didn’t end because I hadn’t... well, finished things properly.

My mind wandered, piecing together the pattern. The air felt heavy with unspoken tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the next step was waiting just out of reach.

"Uh... didn’t we agree to keep this casual?" I muttered, scratching the back of my head.

My voice hung in the air, awkward and uncertain. I glanced at Hailey, who stood there, her posture stiff.

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows across her face, highlighting the faint flush on her cheeks—probably from the alcohol still buzzing through her system.

"Huh, hm." Hailey cleared her throat and tilted her head slightly downward.

Her small gesture drew my eyes to her. I followed her lowered gaze, letting my eyes trail over her body. Her shirt was a mess—wrinkled and half-tucked into her skirt, one side sticking out unevenly.

The tight straight skirt hugged her hips, and I knew there were no panties underneath. I’d cut them off earlier, after all.

The memory flashed in my mind: the sharp sound of fabric tearing, the way her breath had hitched. Her outfit now screamed chaos, a quiet testament to what had already happened between us.

"Well, anyway, about what happened today..." Hailey started, her voice shaky as she tried to piece together something—anything—to lighten her situation.

She fidgeted with her hands, her fingers twisting together nervously. It was clear she was grasping for control, but the effort seemed futile.

Before she could finish her thought, the rosy flush on her drunken face faded back to its natural tone. Her wide eyes darted to me, then away, like she wasn’t sure where to look.

"...Want another drink?" I offered, raising an eyebrow.

Her head snapped up. "...Huh?"

"If I go home like this, I won’t be able to sleep, you know?" I said, leaning back with a casual shrug.

The words slipped out easily, but there was a weight behind them. My body still buzzed with restless energy, the kind that wouldn’t let me rest even if I tried.

The faint hum of the bar’s neon sign buzzed outside, a reminder of where we’d been—and where we were headed.

"Why? Why me?!" Hailey’s voice spiked, a mix of frustration and disbelief.

She glared at me, her brows knitting together. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling slightly. The heat of her anger was almost palpable, cutting through the haze of the night.

"Because I’m less drunk," I replied with a smirk, keeping my tone light.

It was a simple truth, but it hit her like a slap. Her mouth opened, then closed, and she looked down at the floor again, flustered. The tiles were scuffed and worn, a dull gray that matched the tension settling between us.