I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 61: Drinking Party?!

Chapter 61: Drinking Party?!

It felt like I’d poured two weeks into this one quest, though in real time, it’d only been a week. My apartment was dim, the clock ticking past midnight, a half-empty ramen bowl sitting cold on the table—a testament to how obsessed I’d gotten.

The breakthrough came in the office, of all places. Ever since that first time in the meeting room, where I’d coaxed her into that blowjob, things had escalated.

At first, we stuck to quiet moments, sneaking into conference rooms or the bathroom when no one was around. Hailey’s nervous glances over her shoulder, the way she’d bite her lip, it only fueled me.

But we got bolder. Later, I had her strip down at her own place, snapping pictures of her bare skin under the soft glow of her bedroom lamp.

She’d blushed furiously but didn’t stop me, her hands trembling as she posed. The last time, the one that finally clinched it, happened at work.

I’d tugged her panties down on the emergency staircase, the cold metal steps pressing into her back as I took her right there.

When I finished inside her, the quest cleared. The memory of her stifled gasps and the echo of our breaths in that narrow space still lingered in my head.

"It took too long," I grumbled, my voice heavy with honesty. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring at the floor.

My stats were decent, higher than most, thanks to the confidence I’d built sleeping with other women in this game.

I’d walked into this quest cocky, ready to dominate, but it hadn’t been a walk in the park. The faint ache in my neck from hours in the headset reminded me just how much I’d invested.

"I’m never touching these vague quests again. Ever," I promised myself, nodding firmly.

The words felt like a vow, a line drawn in the sand. I sat up straighter, brushing off the lingering frustration, and pulled up my stats screen to distribute the rewards. The interface flickered to life, glowing softly in the dim room.

[Name: Alex

Age: 20

Size: 30

Rigidity: 32 → 41

Power: 30

Speed: 30

Lasting Power: 30

Control Power: 30]

I smirked as I bumped my rigidity up by 9 points. It’d always been my pride, starting higher than the rest. Seeing it climb felt like a rush, a reward I could feel.

The numbers glowed brighter for a second as they updated, a quiet thrill humming through me. Plus, 9000 points?

That was a haul. Sure, I’d burned 6,000 points on items before the quest started, technically a loss, but in my head, it was like pocketing a few thousand dollars in one go. I flexed my fingers, imagining the weight of that kind of cash.

I considered cashing out, but I still had some money left from my last withdrawal. Besides, I spent more time in this VR world than the real one these days, my messy apartment and piled-up dishes were proof of that. So, I decided to hoard the points for now, letting them stack up like a safety net.

"Hmm," I hummed, scratching my chin. There was no physical exhaustion, my body felt fine, thanks to the game’s mechanics, but mentally? I was drained.

The weight of sinking so much time into one quest hit me hard, especially since the payout felt small compared to the grind. I leaned back again, the chair creaking under me, and stared at the ceiling.

〈Game ends〉

Normally, as soon as I finished one quest, I’d be busy looking for the next one. But for some reason, I didn’t feel like doing that today.

It just felt that way.

Like when you save up for something you really want, finally buy it after working hard, and then find out the next day it’s on sale for 55% off.

I had what I wanted, yet somehow, it felt like I’d lost something. And that fucking sucked.

"Ugh." Sure, sex with Hailey was amazing, but wasting an entire week on it? That just felt like losing money.

’I need a fucking drink.’ As soon as the thought hit, I grabbed my phone. It was 8 p.m. I called Mike, who lived nearby.

"Huh? What’s up?"

"What are you doing?"

"Me? I’m at a bar."

"Oh, oh. Who are you with? If it’s Jake, I’ll come too."

Perfect timing. Calling Mike when I wanted to drink was always worth it—he rarely said no. This was a golden fucking opportunity.

"...Hey, you forgot about today’s event, didn’t you? You told us you were too busy to come."

"Oh?" His words jolted my memory.

I’d been so caught up in fucking around with Hailey that I completely ignored everything else. I barely kept up with assignments, and outside of class, I hadn’t seen Jake or Mike at all.

Thinking back, I vaguely remembered the others mentioning something about an event when I got home early from class today.

"Ah, right. What was it again?"

"Our small group’s regular dinner party like thingie. If you wanna come, come. There are a lot of people here."

"Hmm." I hesitated. I was hungry, but I wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy drinking and socializing with a big group.

As I was debating, I heard another voice through the phone.

"Who’s that? Alex?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Hey, Alex! Get your ass over here already!"

"...Oh?"

It was only 8 p.m., but her voice was already thick with alcohol.

"Ahh?"

"Hurry up and come drink with me."

"Wait, why the fuck are you already so drunk?"

Before I could reply, I heard Jake’s voice in the background, and then Kelly’s voice was drowned out by the noise.

"Anyway, if you’re coming, hurry up. We’re at bar location alongside a big building."

"Got it." That was enough for me. I decided to go.

’Drinking with Kelly...’ It had been a while. Even though she didn’t know it, the guy she had a one-night stand with back then was me. And to top it off, I came inside her.

’Fuck...’ I quickly threw on some clothes and got ready to head out.

They say the first time is the hardest. But after fucking Kelly once, hearing her drunk voice now didn’t make me nervous—it made me confident.

’Maybe... I can fuck her again?’

I carefully picked out my underwear.