I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 57: Inner Thoughts

Chapter 57: Inner Thoughts

Hailey let out a little breath. "Haa. Yeah, duh. Comparing you to size and stuff..." She spoke slow, then stopped, like she didn’t know what to say next.

Her fingers played with bedsheets, twisting it tight. Her eyes darted away, shy and unsure. The room felt thick, full of things they weren’t saying, like a heavy cloud hanging over them.

"..." Nobody said a word. Hailey’s mouth opened a bit, but nothing came out. Her face got pink, and she looked down fast. The silence was loud, pressing on them like it wanted to squish the moment flat.

"Hm?" He tilted his head, staring at her. His voice was soft, just a tiny sound of wondering. His eyes squinted, trying to figure her out, like he was peeking into her brain.

"Oh, no. I’m okay. I... I gotta pee... haha" Hailey jumped up quick, laughing weirdly, too loud and fake. Her giggle sounded cute but shaky as she pushed her hair back. Her body was stiff, moving fast like she wanted to run from whatever she was feeling. She was nervous, and it showed.

She made a funny groan as she stood, her hand brushing her pussy lightly. Her fingers stayed there a second, pressing soft, like she was checking something dirty. Her face turned redder, and her breath got stuck, loud in her throat.

"Why?" He lifted an eyebrow, voice chill but nosy. He leaned back, arms crossed, watching her like a hawk. The word was short but heavy, like he already guessed but wanted her to spill it.

"No... haha."

"I just keep feeling too horny..." Hailey laughed again, weaker now, almost trembling. Her hand shook near her hips, barely touching. Her pussy felt hot, buzzing like it wouldn’t calm down, and her voice came out quiet, embarrassed.

"Hm. I bet you wanna fuck again, huh?" He said it straight, teasing but not mean. A sneaky smile grew on his face as he leaned closer, chin on his hand. He saw it all—her squirming, her quick breaths. He was poking her, waiting to see if she’d crack.

"...Gasp." Hailey stopped dead, air sucking in loud. Her eyes got big, and her hand fell fast, like she got caught with her pants down. She couldn’t talk; her head spun, shame and heat fighting inside her chest.

The old embarrassment was mostly gone now. He flopped on the bed, lazy, watching her stumble to the bathroom with her hand on her pussy. Her steps were slow, like she didn’t wanna go but couldn’t stay. He grinned, happy with how this was going. She was breaking, and he liked it.

"Hm. That did it, I think. ’Not yet?’" He thought to himself, feeling smug. From how she acted when they fucked and this little chat, her heart was wobbling big time. Her shaky hands, her dodging eyes—it was obvious. She was horny, and he knew it.

One more push, and he was damn sure he’d win her over. He sprawled out, staring at the ceiling, brain already jumping to the next fuck. The bathroom door clicked shut, pulling him back to now.

Hailey took forever in there. When he heard the shower start, his dick twitched, and he smirked. He rubbed his face, thinking about his hard-on that wouldn’t quit. What position should they try? His mind ran wild, picturing her wet and ready.

"Huh? ’She’s washing?’" He blinked, surprised. She didn’t say shit about cleaning up. He almost waited, chill and quiet, but then—bam—an idea hit. His grin got bigger, dirty thoughts lighting up his head.

They’d never fucked in the bathroom before. He’d seen it in porn—heard people brag about it. The idea made his dick throb, simple but hot as hell. The shower noise egged him on, loud and tempting.

He sighed soft, standing up with a stretch. A big smile stuck on his face as he decided. He walked to the bathroom, already knowing how he’d bend her over first. This was gonna be good.

....

Hailey never did bad stuff in her life. The worst was jerking off on the apartment stairs, heart racing from maybe getting caught. Or that time she walked outside at night, naked under a long coat, cold air tickling her skin. To her, those were the naughtiest things—wild little secrets in her good-girl world.

But tonight, she smashed that clean slate. Tonight, Hailey fucked up her own rules and made a new, filthy high score.

"Ah... I’m fucking nuts." She sat on the toilet, still as a rock. His cum dripped slow from her pussy, warm and sticky on her thighs. She gasped quiet, feeling it leak. She’d never let anyone cum inside—not even Derek, her old boyfriend. This was new, raw, and hit her hard.

Her body still buzzed from the fuck, tingling all over like it wouldn’t stop. But her head was a wreck—guilt, mess, and a spark of something nasty she couldn’t shake. She squeezed her legs shut, trying to calm down, but it just made her feel his cum more.

She fucked someone. A stranger would’ve been easier—quick, gone, no big deal. But it wasn’t some random guy. It was him. Her coworker. The dude who sat in the back at work, quiet until he was balls-deep in her tonight.

"Haaaa." A long, wobbly breath slipped out. She dropped her head in her hands, hair falling like a shield. She’d never banged a stranger for one night, but now she’d fucked a coworker. The joke was on her, and it burned.

"Wow, just a one-night fuck, maybe...?" The idea slammed her, sharp and fast. She stood up quick, feeling sorry for herself and pissed all at once. She smacked her thigh hard, the sting lighting her skin up. It hurt hot, but fuck, it turned her on too.

Slap—slap—slap—

The sound bounced in the tiny bathroom. For a flash, she pictured Alex spanking her ass instead, his hands rough and loud. Her thigh burned, but her brain made her ass feel it—horny for no damn reason.