I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 62: Blackmail?… Nah!

Chapter 62: Blackmail?... Nah!

"Hey, it’s been forever since I last saw you."

"The hell are you talking about? I literally saw you today."

"In class? That doesn’t count. You disappeared the moment it ended, like a fucking ghost."

"..."

Jake, Mike, and I were all part of the same small group. On paper, we were supposed to be a bunch of intellectuals watching philosophical films and debating their meanings. In reality? It was just an excuse to get drunk together.

"Why the hell is Kelly so wasted?"

"No clue. She went hard as fuck today."

Our first drinking session in a while was loud as hell, and the chaos was overwhelming. I barely even greeted anyone before settling into a corner with Mike, preferring to keep a low profile.

"What about Jake?"

"Him? He’s busy showing off to the freshmen."

"..."

I slowly got up and glanced around. Sure enough, Jake was right in the middle of the loudest table, surrounded by first-years, laughing his ass off. He was eating up the attention.

As I scanned the room, I locked eyes with Kelly. She was staggering, barely keeping her balance as she wobbled toward... somewhere.

"Oh!"

"Oh, hey."

"There you are! Why are you just sitting here?"

The moment Kelly spotted me, she made a beeline for my table, nearly tripping over herself. Mike, who was sitting across from me, sighed heavily and lowered his head, probably bracing himself for whatever chaos she was about to bring. I, on the other hand, didn’t mind one bit.

"Alright, let’s drink! Drink!"

"Hey, don’t you think you’ve had enough?"

"No way! Sometimes, you just gotta let loose!"

"Alright, cheers."

Mike hesitated, clearly debating whether to stop her, but I was already pouring her another drink. Instead of interfering, I encouraged her, raising my glass for a toast.

Mike let out a sigh and shrugged, accepting that there was no stopping this. He clinked his glass with ours and took a sip, clearly giving up.

And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual drinking night turned into a hardcore booze fest.

Kelly drank like she had a death wish. She didn’t pause, didn’t pace herself, just downed drink after drink like it was nothing.

I couldn’t help but wonder, was she always this much of a drinker?

’I don’t remember her drinking that much when we were at the club...’ Back then, she had been so drunk she could barely walk, slumping against my shoulder for support. Compared to tonight? She had barely touched her drinks that time.

’Ah.’ It suddenly clicked. She had faked it that night. But this? This was the real deal.

One of the biggest things I had learned from all the "quests" I had done in real life was that people were never as they seemed.

The quiet, innocent types? Some of them turned out to be absolute freaks in bed. The ones who looked like they had their shit together? Half of them had kinks they’d never admit to in public.

Some girls, like Linda, got off on being completely submissive. Others had a need to be controlled, dominated.

And Kelly?

She had an entirely different side to her. The act she had pulled at the club, that helpless, stumbling drunk act, was bullshit. Just another mask.

’Hah.’ I almost felt bad for not realizing it sooner. Almost. But honestly, this worked in my favor.

"Hey, wanna step outside for a bit?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I wanna grab some ice cream."

"Let’s go!" She didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment I suggested it, she grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me outside.

I barely had to do anything.

This wasn’t an act, she was really fucking drunk. Her footsteps were uneven, her grip on my wrist loose but desperate, like she needed something to hold on to.

As we walked out into the cool night air, I started thinking.

’Alright... what’s the move here?’ Kelly was way too drunk to get home safely on her own. A little further down the street, there was a motel. A bit farther than that? My place.

’Bringing her back to my place is a little too obvious...’ That left the motel as the best option. The only real problem was convincing her to go.

"Phew... it’s nice out," she muttered, taking a deep breath of the night air.

"Hm."

If this were a quest, things would be simple. I’d get a prompt, some kind of objective, and I’d know exactly how to proceed.

But this wasn’t a game. This was real. And that meant I had to play it smart. First, I decided to shake Kelly up a little, with the things I already knew.

"Hey, I saw you before."

"Huh?"

"At the club. You left with some guy, didn’t you?"

"...W-What...?" It was subtle, but I caught it, the slight stiffening of her expression, the hesitation in her eyes. She was thrown off.

"That night, I was crossing a road from a club, and saw you that night by chance."

"W-What...?"

"I happened to be just crossing from that road for some work."

"T-That’s..."

Kelly’s reaction was exactly what I wanted. She was visibly rattled, and that was the first step to controlling the situation. If she was shaken, it meant she was vulnerable. Now, I just had to steer her in the right direction.

"Should we go somewhere and talk about where you ended up that night?"

"...Ah." As I said that, my gaze subtly shifted toward the row of motels down the street. Kelly followed my eyes, staring blankly at the buildings.

"Or... we could just grab some ice cream and go back to the bar to chat about it there." That was the final push.

Knowing Kelly’s personality, there was no way in hell she’d want anyone else to find out she had a one-night stand with some random guy. She’d want to keep it buried. Anyone in her position would.

As expected, my little ’threat’ worked like a charm.

Kelly ran a hand over her forehead, looking visibly conflicted. Then, after a long pause, she gave me a small nod.

’Got her.’ Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off. But right now? It was almost too easy. Regret? Maybe a little. But in the end, we were both going to enjoy this.