I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 93: Next Run

Chapter 93: Next Run

"Ugh! If you pull it out now—!" I started, but she was too quick.

The second she felt my dick swell, Tessa yanked me out of her with a slick twist. It was a pro move—her little trick to cut off the pleasure right before I could finish, leaving me hanging. Normally, she’d get off on watching a guy squirm, denied and desperate. Not today. Today, she wanted to see it—wanted the cum to fly.

My dick throbbed in the air, free and aching. Tessa winced, her pussy stinging from the sudden emptiness after having me stretch her out. She spun around fast, grabbing my pulsing dick—too thick for one hand—with both, shaking it hard.

"Cum! Cum!" she demanded, eyes locked on it.

"Haaa... Cum quick," she begged, her voice needy.

"Ugh," I groaned, teetering.

Pshhh.

"Kyaa?!" she squealed as it hit. My dick erupted, hot and heavy, shooting cum like a damn cannon. It almost splashed her face, a few stray drops landing on her shoulder instead.

Shhh. Shhh.

The stream kept going, thick and wild.

"Haaa," I panted, spent.

"You crazy bastard..." she muttered, half-cursing, half-awed. I could see it in her eyes—she wished that load had blasted inside her. But old habits die hard, and the swear slipped out anyway.

Shhh.

"Huhm," I breathed, staring at the mess.

Tessa didn’t let go. She kept working my dick, shaking it with skill until every drop was out. As it tapered off, she switched to slow, gentle strokes, milking it dry. The amount was insane—way more than I’d expected.

A sharp, thick smell of cum hit the air, flooding the room. Hands down, the strongest I’d ever smelled.

"Huhm, you came a ton," she said, smirking.

"Ha. Why’d you yank it out at the last second?" I asked, my voice edged with frustration.

"Oh, uh, they said no cumming inside..." she mumbled, backpedaling like she hadn’t meant to tease me. But my dick? Still rock-hard, even after unloading like that. It wouldn’t quit.

"I really wanna mess with you..." she said, her hands still on me, her mind clearly spinning. She couldn’t stop herself—couldn’t peel her fingers away from my dick, like it was pulling her in.

I didn’t get to cum inside her this time, but I was still buzzing. It felt good—damn good, actually. Now, my next mission was locked in: finish inside Tessa’s pussy. That was the new target.

A familiar glow flared around me, and I snapped back to the home screen.

The run hadn’t been perfect—kinda bumpy, honestly—but for a first shot at an A-rank quest, it was a win. Getting to hook up on the opening try in anything B-level or higher? That was rare for me. Almost a first.

"Phew," I sighed, letting the tension slip out as I replayed it all. Meeting Tessa offline, figuring out her kinks—it was a ride. Sure, she didn’t treat me like some prized catch, but in the end, she took the lead, set the pace, and I came hard. Close enough.

"I can work with this," I muttered, a spark lighting up in my chest. The big goal of the quest? Get Tessa on her knees and finish in her mouth. She’d been into it—really into it—while we were going at it, so I figured my odds weren’t zero. Tricky, though. Not a slam dunk.

We’d have to crack through her pride, that stubborn wall of "I’d never do that with my mouth." After seeing her handle me today, smooth and sure, she’d clearly done this dance plenty of times.

If she’d been clumsy or green, chipping away at her ego might’ve been simpler. But Tessa? She knew her game.

"Hehe," I chuckled, grinning like an idiot. Didn’t matter—having sex with her felt unreal.

That tight, perfect pussy of a former idol who stayed fit and took care of herself? Pure gold. I hadn’t gotten to taste her or tie her up, flipping her into different positions—that sucked—but it was a problem I could fix. Plenty of time.

Her face flashed in my mind—those teasing eyes, that smug little smirk as she rocked her hips on top of me. My pulse kicked up, excitement roaring back.

"Next Run Then. Right now," I said, no hesitation. I tapped the Tessa quest again and hit start.

A white light blazed in front of me, sharp and blinding, then exploded. The world shifted fast. I steadied myself, ready for anything—would it pick up where we left off, or throw me somewhere new?

"What? What the—?" I stammered, my cool cracking. I’d sworn to stay chill no matter what, but panic clawed at me.

I blinked hard—closed my eyes, opened them—but nothing. Pitch black. Just a void staring back.

"Is this a glitch? Never seen this before," I muttered, heart thudding. I blinked again, over and over. Still dark. Nothing changed.

"Hey," a voice cut through—hers.

"Huh...?" I froze. Tessa, right in front of me.

"Stand up straight," she ordered, sharp and close.

"...Oh?" Feeling rushed back—my whole body tingled awake. It wasn’t a system screw-up. I wasn’t blind by accident.

"Oh, damn," I hissed. I was tied up—blindfolded, hands and feet cuffed tight. The restraints didn’t bite, but they held me solid. No wiggle room.

"What’s this...?" I mumbled, dazed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, but didn’t answer me. I strained to listen—faint rustling, somewhere off in the distance. That was it.

"Damn it. This isn’t the plan," I growled under my breath. Tied up like this, helpless? No escape. I’d been cocky, thinking I could roll with any start, but this blindsided me.

"Stay still," Tessa said, her voice edged with a thrill. I zeroed in—her breathing hitched slightly, and that far-off rustling kept going, like she was digging through something.

No clue what she was up to. Blind, I was stuck guessing.

I yanked at the cuffs, testing them harder. With my eyes useless, my other senses kicked into overdrive. Smell? Nada, no help. Hearing? Just that soft rustling, too vague to pin down. Touch, though—that hit different.

"I’m... naked?" I realized, tugging at the restraints. No fabric, no cover—bare skin against the air. How’d I miss that till now? Shock rippled through me.

"Phew. You waited, huh?" Tessa’s voice came back, closer now.

"No... even blindfolded—" I started.