I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 56: Once Again [R-18+]

Chapter 56: Once Again [R-18+]

"Hey, when did I, haha! Ohhh fuck! " She tried to argue, but a moan cut her off, her body betraying her protests.

I looked at Hailey, who was still riding her high, and suddenly felt my own release coming fast. I shoved my cock deeper, slowing down just a bit to get ready. My dick throbbed, growing even harder inside her.

"Huh! It’s getting bigger?! " Her voice shot up, shocked and thrilled as she felt me swell.

"I’m cumming slow." I warned her, feeling it build.

"Haha! I’m, I’m cumming again... again, fuckkk! " Her scream was pure ecstasy, her body locking up as she hit another orgasm.

When I heard her say she was cumming again, I rammed my cock as deep as it’d go. Then I let go, unloading inside her.

Squelch—Squelch—

"Ahhhh!!" Hailey’s body thrashed hard, screaming no matter how loud she got. I grabbed her thighs, holding her still as I pumped every drop of cum into her pussy, my cock pulsing with each spurt.

Squelch—Squelch—

Her shaking only stopped when my dick finally quit throbbing. I’d held back earlier, so the cum kept pouring out, way more than usual. Even when I pulled out and rested my cock on her stomach, it was still leaking.

"Wow." A tiny bit of cum dribbled onto her belly button before my dick finally calmed down. It was a hell of a sight, her wrecked body, my cum everywhere.

"Haaa..." Hailey looked totally drained, lying there limp. My cum oozed out of her pussy, but she didn’t move an inch, too fucked out to care. Her face was red, not from the booze this time, but from this. Even her neck was flushed pink.

"I... I think I get it... haa..." She mumbled, barely able to speak. Her chest rose and fell slowly, still catching her breath.

"What?" I tilted my head, curious. She sounded like she’d figured something out.

"Your ex-girlfriend... she ran off... haha..."

She forced the words out, lifting herself up a little. More cum dripped from her pussy onto the sheets.

"Hm?" I raised an eyebrow, not sure where she was going with this.

"I get why she left... haa..." Hailey’s voice was weak but cheeky, like she was joking. She shifted again, and the sight of my cum leaking out of her was fucking hot.

"Hm." I didn’t say much. Truth was, that ex story was bullshit, but hearing Hailey say she "understood" felt weirdly satisfying.

"If you fucked me like this five times a night... I’d die tomorrow for real..." She laughed softly, covering her eyes with her hand like she was shy now.

"Hm. Probably." I nodded, playing along. She wasn’t wrong, this was intense.

"If I tried hard, I think I could handle it..."

She peeked out from behind her hand, her voice teasing again.

"Huh?" I blinked, caught off guard.

"If I did it myself, I’d figure it out..." Her tone was sly, and she hid her face again, embarrassed but clearly turned on by the idea.

I’ve had quite a bit of sex, but I’ve always been single from the start.

That’s the truth about me. I’ve never been in a real relationship, never had a girlfriend to share a bed with. My experiences are all I’ve got, and they’ve shaped how I see things. The room feels quiet now, just the sound of my own breathing filling the space as I think back on it all.

Saying all my sexual experiences were "real" feels tricky. They happened through the "real world," sure, but only at certain moments when I tapped into it.

It’s hard to explain without sounding weird. I’ve never actually spent a night with a woman, fucked her, and woken up next to her.

My "reality" is different, it’s like stepping into a scene, doing what I need to, and stepping out. The memory remains, though, sharp and vivid, like a movie I can replay in my head.

In other words, I’ve never had a one-night stand with a girl in the flesh-and-blood sense. Not once have I picked someone up, taken her home, and gone at it for real. My encounters aren’t like that, they’re something else entirely.

The air feels heavy as I sit here, the faint hum of the motel’s AC buzzing in the background, a reminder of where I am right now.

Usually, once I finish having sex and cum, the quest ends, and I don’t feel tired, physically or mentally, afterward. Then I just move on to the next one.

That’s how it works for me. I finish, the moment fades, and I’m back to square one, ready for whatever’s next. No exhaustion, no soreness, just a clean break. It’s been my routine for as long as I can remember.

That’s how I’ve built up my sexual experience so far. Plus, most of it was with Linda, who’s already well-trained in this stuff.

Linda, she’s the one I’ve been with the most. She knows what she’s doing, moves like she’s done it a thousand times. Thinking about her now, I can still picture her smirk, the way her hair falls over her face when she’s on top. But that’s all in the past, locked in those moments.

Honestly, I didn’t know much about real sex back then.

I was clueless about how it worked outside my little world. I figured what I had was enough, but I was wrong. The motel room’s dim light casts shadows on the walls, making everything feel a little unreal, like I’m still half-stuck in one of those quests.

I wonder if I thought couples who spend the night together fuck all night long because that’s what people say it’s like.

I used to imagine it, two people tangled up, going at it until dawn. Was that normal? I had no idea. My mind drifts to those cheesy romance stories, the ones where lovers can’t keep their hands off each other. Maybe I got it all twisted up.

That’s why I could casually tell Hailey earlier that my ex-girlfriend had a tough time, without even blinking. I didn’t think it was a lie.