I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 89: What The Hell Is This?! [R-18+]

Chapter 89: What The Hell Is This?! [R-18+]

Here’s the rundown: Tessa, now "Ivy," was an influencer raking in cash from adult streams. Me? I was probably some loyal viewer—or maybe a guy who’d shelled out big for her videos. No clue how much I’d spent, but it must’ve been enough to prop her up. And now, here we were, face-to-face in real life.

"What a wild mess," I said to myself, shaking my head. In all my quests so far, unless I was stuck at F-rank, the setup was never this smooth. All I had to do was rinse off and chill. Too easy.

Splash. The shower kicked on, water blasting from the hose and hitting my skin. A goofy grin spread across my face—I couldn’t help it. The idea of breezing through an A-rank quest, plus getting with Tessa soon? That had me buzzing. The second part especially.

Hooking up with an idol I used to obsess over—someone I’d saved pics of in my phone—was like a dream I didn’t know I had. Sure, she wasn’t the same wide-eyed girl from back then, but it was still her. Same Tessa, just a little rougher around the edges.

"Hehe," I chuckled, the sound bouncing off the tiles. My mind wandered to that video—her hands on her chest, squeezing, moaning, my dick sliding into the frame. The image hit me so hard I laughed again, a creepy little giggle I couldn’t hold back. Water streamed down my face, but all I could see was her. This was gonna be good.

....

Tessa finished her shower fast and was about to slip into some clothes. I grabbed the robe hanging on the bathroom door, threw it on, and hustled out. There she was, perched on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone like it was any other day.

"You done washing up?" she asked, barely looking up.

"Yeah, yeah. Your turn," I said, nodding toward the bathroom.

"Hmm." She set her phone down and fixed me with a stare—hard and sharp. It threw me off. Did I say something dumb? I didn’t think so.

"The play’s starting soon, right?" she said, her voice flat.

"Huh?" I blinked, lost.

"You wrote it in your first request. ’We can start the play right after washing up,’" she recited, like she’d memorized it.

"Oh, right. Yeah, that works," I said, catching on. "But, uh, you still need to shower and come back..."

"So you’re cool with it?" she pressed.

"Yeah, sure. Go clean up. Haha," I laughed, trying to keep it light.

"Hey," she snapped, her tone icing over.

"Yeah?" I froze, caught off guard.

Her voice turned cold and firm, slicing through the air. It wasn’t exactly friendly, but it wasn’t rude either—just commanding. My head spun at her sudden shift. One minute she’s chill, the next she’s barking orders.

"Why’re you standing there like a moron? Get over here already," she said, her eyes narrowing.

"...Oh?" I mumbled, unsure.

"Come here, you jerk," she growled, shrugging like I was testing her patience.

"Huh?" I shuffled toward the bed, instinct kicking in. Then I heard it—a jingle. Tessa yanked something out from under the blanket. Handcuffs. Two shiny sets, dangling in her grip.

"You didn’t mention these. Did you bring them?" I asked, pointing.

"Uh... are those mine?" she shot back, smirking.

"Well, they’re yours then. Or maybe mine? You’re the crazy one here," I said, half-joking.

"Wait—that’s the item I picked..." It clicked. The "Bondage Set" I’d snagged before the quest started. thousand eight hundred dollars worth of gear. She must’ve dug it up somehow.

"...But I didn’t even pull it out?" I muttered, confused. I’d planned to use it, sure, but I hadn’t touched it yet. Seeing her whip it out first threw me off. It was my pick, yeah, but her taking charge felt like she’d flipped the game on me.

"...Wait, why the sudden shift?" I asked, frowning.

"Sudden what?" she fired back, eyebrows raised.

"You’re talking all casually now. Rough, even," I said, pointing it out.

"...Hey, lie down," she ordered, ignoring my question.

"Huh?" I stammered.

"Lie. Down," she repeated, her voice low and sharp.

Her words were gruff, borderline mean, but something in her tone hooked me. I couldn’t say no. She slapped the cuffs on my wrists, her face twisted with irritation.

Swish. She climbed onto the bed, all business. The second I got up there, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me flat on my back, pouncing like a cat.

"What’s happening right now?" I thought, my brain scrambling.

Then she leaned in, eyes fluttering shut, head tilting just a bit. A kiss. The goal flashed in my mind—lips locked, her on her knees. If it worked out, the how didn’t matter. I shrugged it off and went for it.

"Huh?" I started, but—

Click.

"Huh?"

The second I closed my eyes and leaned in, she snapped the cuffs tight around both wrists. Then she yanked my arms up hard, pinning them above my head.

"What’re you doing?" I yelped, squirming.

"Shut up," she hissed.

Click. Another set locked around my ankles.

"Uh, huh? What’s this, Tessa?" I blurted, wide-eyed.

"...?" She paused, her hands stilling.

"Oh crap," I groaned. Her name slipped out—Tessa. The second it hit the air, she went stiff, like I’d flipped a switch.

"...You know me?" she asked, voice quiet but loaded.

"Uh... yeah. I mean, yeah, I do," I admitted, stumbling over my words.

"Hey," she said, her tone darkening.

Crunch.

"Ahhh! Wait, hold up!" Pain exploded from my groin. She’d hopped off the bed and planted her foot right on my junk, pressing down.

"Ha, you jerk. It’s heavy," she sneered, grinding her heel in.

"Ugh! No, stop!" I gasped, thrashing.

"Hey?" she taunted, leaning closer.

Crunch.

"Ahhhh!" I howled. If you’d asked me before, I’d swear I wasn’t the type to let anyone mess with me like this. I’d be the one dishing it out, enjoying the control. But now?

"Damn it, you jerk," she spat, glaring down.

Something was off—way off.

"It’s getting bigger?" she said, her voice spiking with surprise. She cursed, her foot still on me, and I twitched under the pressure. She noticed.

"Why? Why’s this happening?" I thought, panic mixing with something else.

Tessa stared down, disgust curling her lip. "You perverted jerk," she muttered.

Grind.

And then it hit me—did I... like this?

"Ah!" I yelped, wincing.

"Who am I? You know, don’t you?" Tessa snapped, her voice sharp.

"Ah!" Another jolt of pain shot through me.

"You acted like you didn’t know me, huh?" she said, her tone accusing.

Click-click. In a flash, my wrists and ankles were locked tight in the handcuffs. I squirmed, twisting my body to break free, but it was pointless. Worse, I probably looked ridiculous thrashing around like that.

"Nestling, huh? It’s really big," she said, smirking down at me.

"Ugh," I groaned, heat rushing to my face. Her socked foot pressed harder on my groin, and to my horror, my thing sprang to life, straining against the robe. Fully hard now, it pushed the fabric up like a tent.

"Just stepping on it gets it like this? What kind of freak are you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

"No... ah," I stammered, caught between shame and something else.

"Hey," she barked.

"Ugh. What?" I managed, my breath hitching.

"Why not just be straight with me? Huh?" she demanded, leaning closer.

Click. Another cuff tightened, locking me in place.

"Oh, damn it," I muttered, helpless.

Her pride might’ve been dinged, but Tessa’s foot game was unreal. She didn’t just mash down to hurt me—oh no, she was clever. She dodged the sensitive spots, steering clear of my balls, and zeroed in on the shaft instead. The pressure stung, but it twisted into something else—pleasure sneaking in, shredding whatever dignity I had left. Every press of her foot had me biting back a grin, loving it despite myself.

"Look at you, snickering like an idiot. Feels good, doesn’t it?" she said, catching every twitch on my face.

"Ah," I let out, too far gone to hide it.

"Wow," she scoffed, half-amused, half-disgusted.

Gulp. She plopped down beside me and tugged at the robe’s knot. The tight string gave way, and my massive thing sprang free, jutting out from the fabric like it’d been waiting for this.

Thud. It hit the air, loud and proud.

"Huh," I gasped, startled by my own size.

"Too hot for you?" she teased, her lips curling.

Tap-tap-tap. Her hand wrapped around it—barely, it was that thick—and she started pumping, fast and firm. She shook it like she meant business, her grip tight but not enough to tame it.

"Damn, it’s huge. You been jerking this thing to me all this time?" she said, her crude words hitting me like a spark.

Tap-tap-tap.

"Ugh," I groaned, the sound slipping out.

Her filthy talk only cranked me up more. It was messed up—I didn’t want to like this, but my body wasn’t listening.

Tap-tap-tap.

"Hmm," she hummed, focused. Her hand moved like a pro—smooth, steady, switching up the pressure just right, teasing the tip until I couldn’t think straight. She’d done this before, no question. A lot. And she was damn good at it.