I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 58: Not Finished Yet

Chapter 58: Not Finished Yet

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.

"Ah... I’m such a crazy bitch." Even while hating herself, she kept thinking about fucking Alex. She knew her own shit too well. The guilt was real, but the heat was stronger. Her heart thumped as she sat back down, hands shaking on her knees.

Hailey always loved "sex" since she was a kid. Her friends talked about dumb stuff, and sometimes sex came up. They’d freak, whispering, "How’s a dick even fit there?" But Hailey? She went straight to wondering how it felt—the push, the fullness. She’d dream about it all day, stuck in her own dirty head.

When she grew up, she started letting that horniness out, slow and sneaky. She’d held it back forever, just rubbing herself quiet. But the second she got a boyfriend, her brain screamed, "When’s he gonna fuck me?" It was a fire she couldn’t put out.

"Haaaa." Another big sigh fell out, heavy with all the shit she couldn’t say. She stared at the bathroom floor, seeing her blurry face in the tiles. The shower hissed behind her, matching the storm in her skull.

Up until this morning, Alex had always been the same in my eyes: a gentle, hardworking, and decently handsome coworker. That image hadn’t shifted one bit.

But now? Everything was different.

Outside the bathroom, Alex waited for me again, his massive manhood on full display. To me, Hailey, he was no longer just a colleague—he was a "sexy devil."

And, ironically, I found that insanely attractive.

Even after climaxing three times in a row, I didn’t feel tired at all. If anything, my body proved it: my cock was rock-hard, as unyielding as a steel rod. No matter how many times I came, the amount never lessened—it was always the same generous flood.

....

The main reason I kept seeing my current boyfriend, Derek, was simple: we slept together. Sure, I couldn’t meet my boyfriend as often as I’d like, but he kept my heart tethered because he was pretty good in bed.

Well, "pretty good" might not be the full story—listen to what my friends said. It wasn’t "perfect," they claimed. But one thing was clear: I had a bigger package than most, and my skills weren’t half-bad either.

When my friends grumbled about not feeling satisfied with their partners, I couldn’t relate. With Derek, I always felt it, the spark, the heat, the rush.

Lately, though, even that was starting to feel like a regret. I craved more excitement, something wilder with Derek. I wanted our time together to stand out, to ignite something unforgettable. So, I found a solution: filming.

Recording myself during sex? It was a thrill. The thought that someone might see me like that sent shivers of excitement through me. Snapping pictures of my bare skin felt just as erotic, maybe even more so.

But all of that? It paled in comparison to what I felt today.

Sex with Alex gave me a rush beyond anything I’d ever experienced—physically, mentally, emotionally. It was pure ecstasy, a high I couldn’t shake.

"After today, can I really pretend this never happened...?"

I wasn’t confident I could. My boyfriend, Derek? Compared to Alex standing out there, he was like a child. No exaggeration—just the plain truth.

"Ugh."

I decided to step outside after a shower to cool my racing thoughts. Showers were my go-to for clearing my head, after all.

Shhhhhh—

Under the cascading water, I scrubbed away the traces of Alex’s saliva and semen from my skin. That’s when the door creaked open.

"Huh?"

"Are you washing that off?" Alex’s voice cut through the steam.

"Uh... yeah. It was feeling a little uncomfortable," I stammered.

He stepped into the bathroom, stark naked just like me. I tried not to notice, tried to keep my eyes anywhere else, but they betrayed me.

My gaze locked onto the center of him—his towering erection, standing proud like it owned the room. There was something primal about him, something animalistic that pulled me in.

"Oh..."

There it was, Alex’s centerpiece, rigid and commanding attention. My eyes wouldn’t budge. Just looking at it sent a sharp tingle racing through me, and I swallowed hard. What am I supposed to do if I’m already this worked up? My body reacted on instinct the moment I saw it.

....

"Hmph."

I yanked off my headset, letting out a sigh heavy with frustration.

Honestly, I’d thought this would be a straightforward quest. But nope—wrong again.

No "Quest Complete" notification popped up. The "Hailey Quest" still lingered in my quest log, mocking me.

"Was that not enough to steal her heart?"

The image of Hailey flashed in my mind—her lying naked on the bed, fast asleep.

Our "all-night" session with Hailey wasn’t just a figure of speech—it was literal. Consecutive climaxes? No problem for me, thanks to the game system I was bound to.

Even though we’d only spent one night together, I’d outdone her six times. During our last round, she’d nearly passed out before drifting off.

As sunlight spilled through the window, I’d watched the dawn creep in while still inside her. She slept with a blissful look on her face, one that said she was content.

Seeing her like that, I’d been sure I’d crafted a night she’d never forget—that I’d nailed the quest.

"So what’s missing?" But no dice. As expected, this was a B-rank quest, not some easy win.

"Still, if it’s going to be like this..." I mulled it over.

No matter how big the reward for a single high-level quest, it might be smarter to grind through simpler C- or D-rank ones instead.

Efficiency-wise, the points and stats balanced out the same when you factored in time spent.

"This game’s design is messed up." I’d already attempted Hailey’s quest five times or more. It was a slog, eating up way too much time. If I’d tackled five C-rank quests instead back then, I’d have racked up over 9,000 points by now.