I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 87: Coins

Chapter 87: Coins

The second I spotted the photo and read the quest details, it hit me like a punch to the gut—this Tessa was. Memories rushed in from way back, school days, when I was totally obsessed with Idol.

That Tessa wasn’t a huge star or some amazing singer, but to me, she was the coolest member of her group. No big explanation for it—I just liked her energy. She had this fancy, high-class look that fit the word "luxury" like a glove.

Back then, Tessa’s girl group kept going for years, putting out songs and dancing their hearts out, but they never made it big. Success stayed out of reach, and when their contract ran out, the group split up. Her bandmates moved on—some tried acting, others went solo—but Tessa? She walked away from the whole entertainment scene. As I got busy cramming for entrance exams and figuring out college, she slipped off my mind. I never thought I’d bump into her again like this.

"You’re twenty-nine now," I mumbled, staring at the quest info, "but for an A-rank, this doesn’t tell me much." From what I’d seen, tougher quests usually handed you a pile of details about the target. Not this one. The little bit I got said she’d turned into a social media influencer—news to me. But those photos? Man, Tessa was gorgeous. Even prettier than I remembered, like she’d finally cracked the code on how to show off her best self.

"Wow," I said, my voice barely a whisper. My heart did a quick jump, and I sucked in a long, slow breath to calm down before jumping into this—my first A-rank quest. And it was her. I wondered for a second if I should try another A-rank first, get some practice in, but that thought died fast. Nothing else got my blood pumping like this. In Nexus World, every quest is its own thing—doing a different one wouldn’t prep me for Tessa’s anyway.

"The item... I’ll grab it first," I decided. Quests above B-rank take more than one try to finish, so I had time. I’d figured that out after beating four missions already. Still, since this was my first A-rank, I thought I’d spin the gacha for a boost. If I didn’t use the item, I’d get it back anyway. Plus, Tessa’s quest had two solid options—way better than those lame missions with useless stuff like fake flowers or toy swords.

Ding! The sound popped up. You’ve obtained the item ’Bondage Set.’

I grinned a little. "If it was an aphrodisiac, Kavi, this’d be a done deal." Truth is, I’d been secretly hoping for something hot—give it to her, get her all riled up, and she’d be mine, no fight, no matter where I took it. But the world doesn’t always play nice.

I checked the quest details again, locking onto the goal. It played out in my head: Tessa on her knees, our lips crashing together. I’d done stuff like that tons of times in other missions. "Hold up—if that’s all it takes, isn’t this too simple?" It looked easier than talking someone into a new idea or making them see something deep about themselves. Straight up, you could force it and still win.

"Nah," I said to myself, shaking my head. "It’s not gonna be that easy." I stayed sharp and started getting ready. My stats were looking good—I felt strong—but this was an A-rank target, with a goal that sounded too good to be true. There had to be a trick hiding somewhere.

’Would you like to start the quest with the Bondage Set item?’

Snap. I closed my eyes and jumped in.

....

"Hmm." A weird feeling washed over me as I landed somewhere. Before I could think straight, I got the sense of walls all around—a small, snug spot. Then my senses kicked in full gear, and I knew. "A room café?"

Not one of those loud places where teens hang out and make a mess. This was a proper room café: a little private space with a table smack in the middle, two long benches on either side. A laptop and a tablet were spread out on the table, taking up all the room like they belonged there.

"Good thing I’m by myself right now," I said quietly, clearing my throat. My eyes wandered to the laptop screen, where a wiggly line bounced up and down, surrounded by a bunch of letters and numbers. It looked familiar.

"Crypto? Or maybe stocks?" I’d messed around with it once—nothing serious, just five hundred bucks—but it reminded me of when my buddy Jake wouldn’t stop bragging about his crypto win. I leaned in closer and checked the balance.

"What?!" I yelled, nearly choking on my own spit. It took a second to wrap my head around it, but I counted the digits: $1,155,348.63. Over a million dollars, right there.

"Who is this guy?" I whispered, my voice shaky with shock and a little jealousy. Was this some crypto genius I’d only heard stories about? Seeing that huge number, my chest tightened—part of me was green with envy, but it also lit a fire. If this dude could stack cash like that, maybe I could too. My way was less of a gamble than crypto, but hitting a million would still take a while.

I stared at the screen a bit longer, letting it sink in, then noticed a locked tablet sitting next to it. Odd setup—working in a room café instead of some big-shot office. Whoever this was, they were doing things their own way, and it was paying off big time.

"How much?" I muttered to myself, still reeling from the crypto balance. Before I could process it, the tablet on the table buzzed to life. It unlocked with a quick flash of biometric scanning, and what popped up next stole the air right out of my lungs.

The screen lit up with a video—a woman, completely naked, dancing like she owned the room.

Her body was unreal, the kind that makes you blurt out, "Man, she’s got an incredible figure." Her moves weren’t some half-hearted sway either; she was smooth, confident, like she’d practiced every step. Her breasts bounced as she whipped her body around, wild and free, and when she spread her legs wide—on purpose, no doubt—her perfectly waxed private area flashed into view.

"What... what is this?" I stammered, my eyes glued to the screen. I grabbed the timeline at the bottom and dragged it, skimming through the whole thing. Thirty minutes long, and almost all of it was her—dancing, moving, teasing. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as her perfect curves burned into my brain. But the real kicker? The ending.

She angled the camera down, sat on the floor, and spread her legs even wider. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, she slipped her hand inside herself. After a few thrusts, she pulled her fingers out—glistening with wet proof of what she’d done—and held them up to the camera, staring right at me through the lens. The video cut off, the screen froze, and then crashed. A folder popped up, stuffed with more videos.

"Wow," I breathed, my head spinning. I peeked at the thumbnails—ten videos at least, all flesh-toned, all screaming the same vibe. "What is this?"

Knock knock.

The sharp sound jolted me. I fumbled with the tablet, locking it fast, and whipped my head toward the door. "Y-Yes?" I called, my voice cracking a little.

"...Are you Zane?" a woman’s voice asked from the other side.

"...Oh?" I blinked, caught off guard. A café worker, maybe? But then she threw out that name—Zane—like it was mine, and something in her tone said she wasn’t guessing. My gut twisted. I’d heard "Zane" somewhere before, hadn’t I?

"Zane...?" she repeated, softer this time.

"...Hello?" I said, unsure.

"Oh, right. Yeah, that’s me," I answered, rolling with it.

"...I’m coming in."

"Okay," she said simply, and I braced myself, still clueless about what was happening. The name "Zane" nagged at me, tugging at some fuzzy memory.

Jingle. The door swung open.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi there," I replied, trying to sound calm. The woman stepping in was a mystery—her face hidden under a ball cap pulled low and a mask covering everything below her eyes. No way to tell who she was. She glanced at me, then slid onto the bench across the table like she belonged there.

"There’s not enough info..." I muttered under my breath. This was an A-rank quest, my toughest yet, but I was flying blind. All I had so far was: I’m some rich dude who struck gold with crypto, and my tablet’s loaded with videos of a naked woman doing wild, dirty things.

"Uh...?" I started, but my brain snagged on something. The file names from the tablet flashed in my mind—numbers that looked like dates, and at the end of each one, a name. "Zane."

"You’re younger than I thought, Zane," she said, her voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Am I? Haha," I laughed awkwardly, piecing it together mid-sentence.