I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 67: Somewhat Shameful!

Chapter 67: Somewhat Shameful!

When I heard Kelly’s words, a sharp sting hit my pride, and I couldn’t stop it from digging into me.

She’d said something casual, almost offhand, but it landed like a punch. My face burned with embarrassment, and I coughed awkwardly to clear my throat.

My hands fumbled as I reached down and peeled the slimy, used condom off my limp dick, the rubbery snap breaking the silence in the room.

I held it up for a second, inspecting it. When I pulled it off, I noticed how heavy it felt—there was a decent load of cum sloshing around inside, pooling at the tip.

It glistened under the dim motel light, and I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment, caught off guard by how much there was.

"...Was it way cheaper or something?" Kelly asked, her voice cutting through my thoughts. She was propped up on her elbow, watching me with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I muttered, still distracted by the condom dangling from my fingers.

"Yeah," she echoed, her eyes flicking down to it. "Looks like you unloaded a ton in there."

Her gaze locked onto the cum-filled condom as she spoke, her tone half-curious, half-teasing. I smirked, feeling a little bold, and decided to mess with her.

With a playful grunt, I flopped the sticky, warm condom right onto her bare stomach, the weight of it making a faint slap against her skin.

Then I rolled over and stretched out beside her on the creaky motel bed, the sheets cool against my back.

"Hmm?" she hummed, glancing down at the condom sitting on her belly like some weird trophy.

"What if you fuck up and move too much?" I teased. "Think the cum’ll spill out all over you?"

"Oh, for fuck’s sake..." she groaned, rolling her eyes, but there was a tiny smirk tugging at her lips.

Kelly reached down to shove the condom off her stomach, her fingers brushing the rubbery edge, but then she hesitated and let her hand flop back onto the bed. She didn’t seem as worked up as before.

When we’d first stumbled into this cheap motel room—half-drunk and horny—she’d been all jittery and loud. Now, though, sprawled out naked next to me, she looked calmer, her breathing steady, her body relaxed against the mattress.

"Anyway, this whole thing’s fucking wild," she said after a pause, staring up at the cracked ceiling.

"Huh?" I grunted, turning my head to look at her.

"You, Alex," she said, her voice softening a bit. "You’re a goddamn surprise. Never thought I’d end up here doing this kind of shit with you."

"What’s it like for you?" I asked, genuinely curious, propping myself up on one arm.

She tilted her head, thinking for a second. "Well... good side? You’ve got this rugged, manly vibe going. Bad side? It’s kinda trashy as hell."

She let out a playful laugh as she said it, her eyes crinkling, so I knew she wasn’t totally serious. If she’d said that shit without laughing, I’d have figured she was pissed off for real.

As it was, she seemed more annoyed than anything—like I’d gotten under her skin just a little. Her smirk told me she wasn’t about to flip out, though.

"Hmm... yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck. "I guess I thought if I didn’t fuck around like this, I’d feel too weird around my little sister later. Like I’d be some uptight asshole."

"Plus," she added, grinning slyly, "you’re a fucking pro at this."

"Ahhh...?" I mumbled, confused as hell by the random name drop.

"Dumbass," she laughed. "I mean you. Feels like you’ve banged a ton of girls before me."

Kelly stretched her arm out lazily, reaching over to the wobbly bedside table. She grabbed a couple of tissues from a crumpled box, then spread her legs a little and started wiping her pussy with slow, careful swipes.

The wet sound of it mixed with the hum of the motel’s shitty AC unit. She kept talking like it was no big deal, totally natural, like we were chatting over coffee instead of lying there naked after screwing.

"Guess I could say the same about you," I shot back. "You’re a fucking shock too, Kelly. Looking at you, I’d bet my ass this isn’t your first one-night fuckfest."

"Well... kinda?" she said, shrugging as she tossed the used tissue onto the floor.

Honestly, I was still reeling from my own damn behavior. I didn’t hold back—acting like some sleazy bastard who could get slapped with a harassment charge and not blink.

This was my first time fucking with this body, and I couldn’t tell if I was nervous as hell or just riding some weird high. Either way, I went for it, no hesitation.

The shitty part? Even with the condom on, I barely lasted five minutes once I was inside her. My dick was pumping away, and then—bam—I was done, shooting my load way too fast.

I could still hear her voice in my head, muttering how it sucked that I came before she could get off. Her tone had been flat, disappointed, and it stuck with me.

"Fuck, I’m not even drunk anymore," she said, letting out a long, tired sigh that seemed to hang in the air.

I glanced over at her as she lay there next to me. Her skin, which had been flushed red from the booze earlier, was back to its normal pale tone.

Her tits rose and fell with each breath, and her dark hair was a messy tangle on the pillow. She looked worn out but oddly peaceful.

"..."

We just lay there, side by side—her bare-ass naked, me still catching my breath—killing time in this awkward, post-fuck haze. The room smelled like sweat, cum, and cheap motel cleaner.

A heavy silence settled over us, thick and uncomfortable, blanketing the space.

Now that I’d gone through with it, I had no clue what to do next. My brain was blank, like I’d used up all my ideas getting to this point. Kelly was probably in the same boat, staring off into nothing, wondering what the hell came after this.