I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 63: Massaging Kelly

Chapter 63: Massaging Kelly

"But why isn’t he coming?"

Mike watched as the drinking party slowly wrapped up, thinking about Alex, who had left early.

It had been about 30 minutes since Kelly went out with him to buy ice cream, but she still hadn’t returned.

Mike felt more worried because Kelly, who was unusually drunk tonight, had gone out with him.

"That girl seemed to be struggling to handle things today."

Mike shook his head, thinking about how drunk Kelly was.

Curious if Alex was having a hard time dealing with her, Mike pulled out his phone.

"Oh, what’s this?"

There was a message from Alex on his phone.

[Kelly is too drunk, so I’m taking her home and then heading to my place. Don’t worry."]

Mike wondered if his friend Alex was really that good of a person. Handling such an annoying situation so well!

"Thanks."

In his mind, Mike thanked Alex and looked around again. As the small group manager, Mike had been busy preparing the company dinner party.

Ending the night without any trouble was the most important task for the management.

....

"A-A, Alex."

"What’s wrong?"

"We... we can’t do this...!"

"Sigh. Isn’t it better to do this with me than with some stranger?"

"...!"

As soon as they entered the motel, he roughly grabbed Kelly’s chest. It was something I couldn’t have imagined doing just two weeks ago.

"Ahhh!"

No matter how drunk he was, he touched a woman’s body without her permission.

He was her senior in the same department, not a stranger.

The reason I could be so bold now was because my actions came from experience. Honestly, massaging a woman’s chest had become something normal for me lately.

I’m getting worse every day.

Squeeze-

"Ugh... ah!"

Feeling the texture of Kelly’s bra, I tightly massaged her chest. At first, she stubbornly pushed my hands away and struggled, but soon she leaned against the wall and stood still.

"Heh."

Seeing that Kelly wasn’t stopping me, I couldn’t help but smile inside.

Today was finally the day I’d get her to relax for real. Sex had happened so much already that it didn’t feel like a big deal anymore.

"Ugh!"

Shake-

I threw Kelly onto the bed. She lay there with a flushed face, quietly looking up at me.

She was a mess.

"Let’s just enjoy this anyway."

"Uh... ah."

He lunged at Kelly on the bed and whispered in her ear. The speaking skills I’d built up from doing all kinds of things over time really helped me now.

"First... take this off."

"Ah..."

This time, I grabbed the hem of Kelly’s sweatshirt and slowly lifted it up, teasing the moment.

Her smooth, pale skin came into view inch by inch, first her flat stomach, then the faint curve of her ribs, and finally the black bra hugging her full breasts tightly.

"Hands up."

"Hmm, Alex..." she mumbled my name, her voice shaky but soft, as she raised both arms above her head. I could tell she wasn’t fighting it. Deep down, she didn’t have that strong urge to stop me, she was too far gone.

Rustle- Thud-

I tugged the sweatshirt off completely and tossed it aside, then reached behind her back with quick fingers to unhook her bra.

The clasp popped open, and the black fabric that had been clinging to her chest slipped down her arms, dropping to the floor like it had given up.

Her bare tits bounced free, round, soft, and heavy, with small, pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. Kelly gasped and instinctively slapped her hands over them, trying to hide herself.

"Ha... Alex, you..." she started, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and something else.

"Kyah, haha!" she yelped, half-laughing, as I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms away, exposing her naked chest again.

Without hesitation, I dove in, shoving one of her tits into my mouth. My lips sealed around her nipple, and I sucked hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip.

Her skin was hot against my face, radiating warmth, with a faint sour taste, like sweat mixed with her natural scent, and a dirty, musky smell that hit my nose and drove me wild.

Slurp- Slurp- Slurp-

"Uh! Hmm! Ah..." Kelly’s moans erupted, loud and raw, spilling out of her mouth like she couldn’t hold them back anymore. Her body twitched under me, her breathing turning into short, desperate gasps.

I knew what I was doing, I’d sucked on a woman’s tits plenty of times before. There wasn’t any difference between this and reality.

The way her nipple felt against my tongue, the salty tang of her skin, the soft weight of her breast filling my mouth, it was all the same as every other time.

Slurp- Slurp-

I don’t know why, but I felt a surge of confidence. If everything was this familiar, then I wasn’t some loser who couldn’t fuck.

I’d had women trembling under me before, screaming through their orgasms while I pounded them, tears streaming down their faces as they begged for more.

I thought about Hailey, how she’d fucked me just in a previous quest of mine, her tight pussy gripping me while she moaned my name, and it made me even cockier. I didn’t even know what I’d do next, but I didn’t care.

Slurp- Slurp- Slurp-

"Haha, haha. Why, why are you so fucking good..." Kelly panted, her voice breaking into a needy whine.

"Slurp. Hmm, what?" I mumbled against her tit, my mouth still full of her.

"You... suck my tits so well..." she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets now instead of pushing me away.

I smirked, pulling back just enough to see her flushed face. She was done resisting—time for the next move.

"Lift your ass. I’m taking these off."

"Ah..." she breathed, her eyes wide but hazy.

I reached for the zipper on her tight pants and slid it down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Kelly didn’t argue; she just lifted her hips off the bed a little, giving me room.

I grabbed the waistband of her pants and her panties together, black lace ones that hugged her curves, and yanked them down in one rough pull, dragging them past her thighs, over her knees, and off her ankles. Her legs kicked slightly as the fabric came free.