I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 80: Emma Alone! [R-18+]

Chapter 80: Emma Alone! [R-18+]

"Hey! You in there?"

Thump-thump.

I banged on the door, the sound bouncing off the walls. Dead silence. No one was home—or at least, no one cared to answer.

Emma hadn’t heard a damn thing from her manager, Alex, by 5 p.m. She could’ve just called—easiest fucking option—but nah, she ignored that and hauled her ass to the studio instead.

She’d deny it if you asked, but this wasn’t about tracking down Alex or grabbing some stupid photos. Something else was gnawing at her, pulling her back to this place.

Fuck.

She stood there, staring at the studio door, her heart doing a nervous little dance in her chest. Memories slammed into her—shit she couldn’t shake from that day.

The day she’d stripped off her panties in some random office, spread herself wide in the most humiliating poses, her pussy and ass on full display. She could still hear Alex’s pissed-off voice chewing her out after spotting her soaked panties.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her pulse hammered as she grabbed the doorknob. She twisted it, expecting it to stick, but—click—the damn thing turned like butter. The door she figured was locked swung open, quiet as hell.

Swoosh.

Emma stepped inside, moving slow, like something was dragging her in. That sliding door she’d been obsessing over for days stared back at her, familiar and taunting.

Shhh.

It slid open without a sound. The studio looked exactly like it did when she filmed—empty, silent, frozen in time.

"Manager?" she called, her voice barely above a whisper. Nothing. She pushed open the office door she’d used as a dressing room. Empty too.

"What the fuck... You didn’t even lock it?" she muttered, glancing around. Everything was the same—except for a new box shoved against the wall.

Oh, shit.

She peeked inside and stopped cold. A pair of black panties—sexy as hell, sheer cotton with a gaping slit right over the pussy. Not hers, but damn close to the ones she’d worn that day.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her heart went into overdrive as she snatched them up. She swallowed hard, her mind already racing. She could see it: her shaved, dripping cunt framed by that slutty little hole, every inch of her exposed if she stood just right.

Fuck me.

The quiet studio, those panties in her hand, the memories she couldn’t shake from the last three days—it all lit a fire in her. Something wild, something she’d never do anywhere else.

Rustle. Snap.

She didn’t even think twice. Off went her skirt, her boring-ass panties hitting the floor. She slid the black ones on, the fabric cool against her skin. Her pussy was already wet as hell, slick and shiny through the slit, but she didn’t give a damn.

"Fuck..."

Her legs shook as she dropped onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers brushed the gap, sliding over her soaked, swollen lips.

"Mm... Shit..."

No one around. No interruptions—just her, the silence, and the filthy pleasure building fast. Her fingers felt so good, slick with her own juices, and every graze over her clit sent a jolt straight through her.

Oh, fuck...

"Mm!"

She got bolder. Her gentle teasing turned into quick, hungry strokes. Her fingers slid deeper, dipping into the wet mess spilling out of her cunt, pushing inside just enough to make her gasp.

"Mm, fuck yes..."

She pictured it—a camera rolling, catching every second. No, scratch that. Someone standing there, eyes locked on her, watching her fuck herself silly. Her heart pounded harder just thinking about it.

Thump-thump.

"Ohhh, shit..."

Her breaths came fast and ragged, her fingers pumping like crazy. Caught with her hand in her pussy—someone seeing her like this—it was nasty, hot, and way too fucking much.

Slurp. Smack.

"Fuck... What?!"

And then, like her dirty little fantasy had summoned it, something real broke through the haze.

....

All that stood out was that she was totally wild.

As always, her bangs didn’t sit neatly on her forehead. Her long black hair bounced around with excitement, leaving her forehead bare instead of covered like usual.

Even from far away, you could spot her flushed, hot face and her mouth hanging open, breathing heavily.

More than anything, the sight of her lost in her own pleasure was stunning. Her legs were wide apart, and her hand was busy touching herself down there—it was a breathtaking scene.

Emma was all alone in an empty studio, enjoying herself. It was her quick way of brushing off any stress or weird thoughts about the situation.

Truthfully, just seeing this moment meant the mission was already done. But she wanted to wrap it up a bit more carefully and make sure everything was perfect.

My plan wasn’t just to "take" Emma for myself.

I needed to check if her true self was fully locked into her being.

"What’s going to happen next...?"

Think about it—she’d never let this kind of thing happen again. When I really thought it over, it felt like a small waste. Honestly, enjoying and "taking" the Emma I’d shaped wasn’t too different from someone else doing it.

"Slurp. No, that’s not true. I tried reaching out to you for three whole days."

"Hmm"

Emma let out a loud moan, almost like she was yanked into a strange moment to pull my mind away from my thoughts.

Yes, the big deal right now is that Emma’s over there, touching herself.

As I wondered how to step in, my eyes drifted to the camera sitting in front of me.

It didn’t feel like I really needed the camera’s help. But compared to just watching her touch herself and snapping a few shots, wouldn’t taking pictures make it feel way more embarrassing for her?

Slam—Click—

"Uh... what?!"

I pushed the door open with a loud bang on purpose, stepped inside, and grabbed the camera right in front of me. Emma gasped in shock and quickly squeezed her legs shut.

I stayed quiet and pointed my camera lens straight at her.

Click—

"Hold still. You look great like this."

"Oh..."

Click—

I snapped a few more pictures of Emma, who was blushing and confused, not sure what to do next. I figured this would heat her up even more and push her back into focusing on her pleasure, but she didn’t react the way I thought she would.