I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 68: Fuck Buddies

Chapter 68: Fuck Buddies

"...So what do we do now?" I finally asked, my voice low.

"...What?" she replied, barely moving.

"What’s with the ’what’? You fucking know what I mean," I said, turning to face her.

Kelly kept her eyes glued to the ceiling, her lips pressed into a thin line as she spoke.

She didn’t need to spell it out—I got it. We’d fucked around while we were buzzed, caught up in the heat of it all. But now that the high was fading, what was the plan? Where did this leave us?

"Dating’s, uh... not really my thing," I said, trailing off as I rubbed my face.

If my buddy Jake heard me say that, he’d lose his shit—call me a lunatic for dodging a girl like Kelly. But I didn’t want to date her. Truth is, I didn’t want to date anyone right now. My head was too messed up, too tangled in real-world bullshit.

What about you, though? Out there in the real world, busy fucking around—maybe even banging some hotshot celebrity?

Spending time on dates? Fuck that. Making money and banging different women in the real world is way more profitable. No strings, no bullshit—just raw, messy fun.

’Was I too impulsive?’ I Thought.

After this whole thing went down, I started thinking back to when we’d gone out drinking in the first place. Kelly had probably just thought, "Oh, I’ll mess around with Alex, play a little game." She didn’t expect it to turn into this. I sure as hell didn’t either. That was her mistake—and mine too.

This wasn’t some fake-ass game. There’s no quest log to rate or clear here, no system to wipe away the consequences. This was real life—gritty, unfiltered reality where you own every damn choice you make, good or bad.

"...So, we just keep living like this?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Kelly replied, her voice lazy, like she was half-listening.

"Let’s be partners," I said. "Fuck buddies, you know? I’m guessing you don’t want a boyfriend either."

"Uh..." she trailed off, blinking at me.

"Cool," I thought to myself, a smirk creeping up.

Kelly beat me to it, scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had. After I’d blown my load, I felt a pang of guilt for jumping on her while she was still buzzed. It shut me up—I couldn’t find the words to say shit.

"I think it’s good for both of us," she said, shrugging casually. "What do you think?"

"I’m fine with it," I replied, nodding.

"Hmm," she hummed. "Never thought I’d end up fucking someone from school. Especially not you."

Gulp—I swallowed hard without even realizing it as her blunt words hit me. This was real now. No turning back.

So, yeah, I’ve got a sex partner now. In modern terms, a fuck buddy. Kelly’s my go-to for a quick, dirty romp.

"But didn’t you have a boyfriend?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... yeah, we broke up," she said, brushing it off. "A while back."

"Oh, got it," I said. "So you’ve been hooking up with other guys too?"

"Huh," she laughed.

"I told you I saw it back then. So, you’ve got a bunch of partners, huh?" I pressed.

"..." Kelly didn’t answer. When it’s a tough question like that, silence usually means yes.

"Now that I think about it," I said, "if you saw me that day, why didn’t you say anything last time at the library? I even showed you those pictures."

"Uh... I wasn’t sure back then?" she replied, her tone uncertain.

Hearing her say that jogged my memory. There was a time I’d wondered if I was actually dating Kelly—like, for real. Thinking back, I realized I’d been pretty smooth about it. So I decided to check with her right then and there.

"Phew," she sighed. "I’m gonna shower and come back."

Kelly carefully picked up the cum-filled condom still sitting on her stomach, the rubber sagging with my load. She slid off the bed, her naked body catching the faint light as she stood up. Then she held the condom closer, squinting at it like it was some science project.

"Hmm, it’s pretty dark," she muttered.

"...Why the fuck are you staring at it like that?" I asked, half-laughing.

"It’s thick as hell," she said, turning it in her fingers. "Feels like it’s been a while for you."

"Uh..." I mumbled, caught off guard.

She wasn’t wrong. I usually jerked off at least once a week to drain the tank, but the last two weeks? Nothing. I couldn’t even remember touching myself. Shit had been too hectic.

"...Wanna check later if it’s still that dark?" she teased, smirking.

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

"Me first," she said. "I’ll shower and be back."

With that, Kelly set the condom down on the rickety bedside table, the cum sloshing inside. She flashed me a soft, sly grin and padded off to the bathroom, her ass swaying just enough to make my dick twitch. Wait—so she’s down for another round, right?

"Haha," I chuckled to myself. Couldn’t help it.

....

The pressure of the headset came on my face, and the familiar home screen flickered into view. I’d rested enough. Time to get back to grinding hard.

I wasn’t sure if partnering up with Kelly was a genius move or a dumb one, but fuck it—she was proud of it, and I kinda was too. Never thought I’d end up with a real-life "sex buddy" like you see online. It felt surreal, like I’d stumbled into some porn plot.

We’d agreed to meet up whenever we were both cool with it, per Kelly’s suggestion.

"I’m kinda busy, though..." I muttered to myself.

Even though I’d signed up for this, I had a gut feeling I wouldn’t be the first one hitting her up. Honestly, after fucking her with my real body, I felt more disappointed than satisfied.

My dick? Way smaller than what I’d seen in games or porn. And stamina? Shit, I couldn’t handle the stimulation for long at all. half a minute in, and I was done—pathetic... though the condom did helped me holding out for longer.

But that didn’t mean the thrill of busting a nut or the raw pleasure of sex was any better in a game. Real life had its own edge.

In this setup, I didn’t even need to fuck for real if I didn’t want to. Complete a quest, bang someone, and they’d pay you cash. Simple as that.

"The game’s designed like shit, so we’ve gotta exploit the loopholes," I thought.

I’d figured out the cracks in the game system after finishing a few quests. No need to waste time on high-level missions. Sure, the upperclassmen girls were hotter overall, but there were plenty of my type in the C-tier and below—cute, eager, and easy to snag.

Click—

Let’s start with a simple D-rank quest.

I pulled up the quest list and started scrolling.