I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 54: Me or Your Boyfriend?

Chapter 54: Me or Your Boyfriend?

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.

This time, instead of following her gaze to her body, I let my eyes wander around the room. The flickering light overhead, the faint smell of stale beer lingering in the air—it all felt oddly comforting.

Hm. This is nice.

And then I saw it. Right in front of me: a motel. The sign glowed faintly in the night, promising shelter—and something more. My lips curled into a small grin as the pieces clicked into place.

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..

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"Ha!"

Ding-ding—

The bell above the motel door jingled as we stepped inside. The sound was sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of the night. The air inside was warm, tinged with the faint scent of cheap air freshener.

"Haa." Hailey let out a soft breath, almost a sigh.

"Well, if you’re drinking... haha!" I chuckled, my voice low as I pushed open the door to the room.

The moment we crossed the threshold, I grabbed Hailey roughly, pulling her into my arms. My teeth grazed the back of her neck, a quick, possessive bite.

Her body tensed for a split second before melting against me. She reacted strongly, her breath catching in a sharp gasp.

The heat of her skin pressed against mine sent a jolt through me, igniting something wild and urgent.

Ignoring her half-formed protests, I started unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. My fingers moved fast, fueled by the memory of her bare chest back at the bar.

I’d wanted this then, and now I wasn’t holding back. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone, then more.

"Haha, ah, really" Hailey giggled, her voice breathy and teasing.

Before I could register it, her hands were already at my waist, tugging down the zipper of my pants. She was quicker than me—my fingers were still fumbling with her last button when she yanked my pants down in one swift motion. The cool air hit my legs, a stark contrast to the heat building between us.

"Ha. You’re faster, huh?" I said, half-laughing, half-impressed.

"Hu" Hailey purred, a playful spark in her eyes.

With a swift tug, she pulled my boxers down too. I’d just finished undoing her shirt, and it fluttered open, exposing her fully.

I grabbed the hem of her white tank top and peeled it off, tossing it somewhere behind me. The shirt landed with a soft thud, forgotten in the corner. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, wrapped in a simple white bra that hugged her curves perfectly.

"Hup—"

Chup—chup—

I leaned in and kissed her, pressing her back toward the small motel bed. The room was cramped, the walls paper-thin, but none of that mattered. My body responded fast—too fast—stirring again with a need I couldn’t ignore. The faint creak of the mattress echoed as we collapsed onto it.

Krak—tak—tak—

Hailey kissed me back, her hand wrapping around my growing hardness. She moved with purpose, her fingers tightening as she stroked me.

I pushed her flat against the bed and reached for her bra, unhooking it with a quick flick. It fell away, sliding off her shoulders.

Her breasts spilled free, finally released from the tight fabric. I stared for a moment, captivated. The faint red lines from her bra marked her skin, a subtle reminder of how long she’d been trapped in her clothes. They were perfect—soft, full, and begging to be touched.

"Huh..." Hailey let out a small sound, her grip on me tightening.

She sounded flustered, maybe even surprised, but I didn’t stop to ask. Wait—hold on. My hands moved on instinct, peeling off her top completely before sliding to her skirt.

I unzipped it in one smooth motion and tugged it down her legs.

The fabric bunched at her ankles before I kicked it aside. It felt natural, like we’d done this a hundred times before. We fit together too well, even if she hadn’t said it out loud.

Now we were both bare, nothing left between us.

"Hu!"

Hailey’s chest smelled faintly of sweat mixed with something sweet—her perfume, maybe. It made sense; she’d been in those clothes all day, and the heat of the moment only added to it. That rawness made it more real, more exciting. My lips brushed her skin, tasting the warmth there.

Tak-tak.

Her hand gripped me harder, shaking me with a rhythm that matched her rising excitement. Even with all my control, the memory of what happened at the bar left me teetering on the edge. I was ready—more than ready.

"Phew. I’m gonna sleep with you right now," I said, my voice rough with intent.

"Huh...!" Hailey gasped, her eyes widening.

I shifted my weight, generously spreading her legs apart. She didn’t resist—didn’t even look upset. Maybe because we’d already crossed that line once before, I didn’t hesitate. No regrets, no second thoughts. Her thighs parted easily, soft and warm under my hands.

I rubbed the tip of myself against her entrance, teasing for just a moment. Back at the bar, I hadn’t gotten a good look, but now I could see her clearly. She was neat—well-kept, her dark hair trimmed and tidy. It was clean, inviting, and my pulse raced at the sight.

"In my opinion, you’ve messed around a lot, huh? With your boyfriend?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"Huh..." Hailey’s breath hitched, but she didn’t answer.

I wanted to jump right in, but I threw the word "boyfriend" out there on purpose. This was still a quest, after all. We had to shake her up, make her think. Her face twisted for a second, caught off guard.

"Do you like your boyfriend more, or me?" I pressed, my tone sharp.

"Huh... screw you..." Hailey muttered, dodging the question.

Instead of answering, she pushed herself toward me, guiding me closer. My plan to rattle her crumbled instantly, drowned out by the slick, overwhelming pleasure as I slid against her.

Squeak—

"Huh."

Puuk—

I found her entrance, easing in just the tip before thrusting all the way. Her warmth enveloped me, tight and perfect.

"ahhh!" Hailey yelped, her body arching beneath me.

Finally—sex on my terms, the way I wanted it. The bed creaked under us, the cheap frame groaning with every move.

"Phew. Who’s better?" I asked again, grinning down at her.