I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 96: Washing

Chapter 96: Washing

Tessa pulled her hand back from her pussy, eyeing the cum smeared on the tissue. My gaze dropped without thinking—her clean-shaved skin down there was so smooth, "pretty" was the first word that popped up.

"What do you think?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"So, we just play our parts right, like today?" I said, piecing it together.

"Ha. Don’t stress about your face showing. You already know me," she replied, shrugging.

"Is this how the quest keeps rolling?" I wondered out loud. No big reason to say no, but one thing bugged me—the role I’d be stuck in.

"Do I just go along with it?" I asked, testing her.

"...Yeah," she said, simple and firm.

"Be nice to mix it up sometimes," I pushed.

"Nah, I’m not into that," she shot back.

"Did you have fun today?" I grinned, leaning in.

"..." Tessa clammed up, like I’d hit a nerve. When I’d taken her missionary style, she’d fought hard at first—all fire and resistance—but by the end, she was into it, flustered and moaning. No denying that.

Swish. She didn’t answer, just stood up from the bed and grabbed a white robe off a nearby hanger, slipping it on.

"Wow, she’s gorgeous," I muttered. Weird thing was, she looked hotter in that plain robe than buck naked. That was a talent all its own.

"What about yesterday? Sometimes I wanna do it my way," I said, pressing a little.

"...You don’t like this," she fired back, her words landing heavy.

"Uh..." I froze, caught off guard. I didn’t know her real name—just her nickname, "Zane," from her streams. A guy into getting dominated, probably why he’d tracked down Tessa’s videos and shelled out cash. Made sense he’d feel off if I flipped the script.

"Well, after messing around with Tessa, I figured this could be cool too," I admitted.

Shock.

She flinched when I dropped her real name, trembling for a split second. Then she propped her chin in her hand, thinking hard.

"And if something happens to Tessa, would it really sell?" I asked, curious.

"...What’re you getting at? My viewers aren’t into that," she said, frowning.

"Hobbies are just tastes. Twist ’em a little, and it flips back on you," I countered.

"..." She glanced at my body, then let out a quiet sigh.

"For now... fine," she said, giving in.

"Cool. Works for me," I nodded.

"...I’m washing up first," she muttered.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I said, blinking as she headed out.

With that, she swung open the shut door and stepped through. Felt like the end for real this time.

"...What was that?" I mumbled. But no home screen popped up. Nothing.

....

Splash.

"What...? Did I mess something up...?" I muttered, dazed. I was back in that office room Tessa dragged me to on day one.

We’d just banged on the living room bed, so I hadn’t noticed the setup here—a pillar for tying people up, right next to this bed.

I sat there, blank, listening to the faint sound of Tessa showering in the bathroom.

Felt like I’d checked every box, but the game wasn’t done. We’d been at it almost daily for two months now, and this—this dragging on—was new.

Higher-level quests took longer, sure, but one rule always held: cum, and it’s over. Ejaculation was the trigger, the fast track back to the home screen.

"What?" I said to myself, glancing down at my ripped body. No end, no exit—just stuck here. Bigger shock than I’d figured. I scanned the room, hunting for something undone, something to finish, but it was empty. Just me, the bed, the pillar.

My nerves were spiking when the bathroom door creaked open. Tessa stepped out, white robe on, wet hair tucked in a towel.

"Huh...?" Right then, that familiar light flared up—bright, warm, the game’s start-and-end signal.

"Did I have to see her walk out of the shower...?" I wondered, stunned. Back at the home screen, the jitters melted away. No clue why, but catching Tessa fresh from the bathroom seemed to be the key.

"Wow," I breathed, relieved. I shut the game down, shaking off the pointless panic.

Tessa. Only met her twice, but she’d burned into my head. Not just ’cause she was an idol I’d crushed on—her whole deal was something else. Couldn’t have guessed it back then.

The way she tied me up, jerked me off, threw insults like punches. Tessa was what people call "strong"—at least in bed. She hated losing control, got off on teasing me, keeping the upper hand.

Gulp. She grabbed water from the fridge and chugged it, cooling off.

That "good for the other side" meme you see online? I kinda got it now. That mix of bad vibes and twisted thrill when she sneered at me, calling me a perv. My heart was pounding—couldn’t say it sucked.

"Still, flipping it’s way better," I grinned. Tessa moaning under me, shaking and helpless—that was my jam. But I got the other side a little now.

"Kyaa," I said, gulping the water. Tasted like heaven, probably ’cause I was parched. Refreshed, I was ready to dive back in.

....

"How’s it feel to think like that?" she asked, eyes gleaming as she laid out today’s shoot plan, all serious.

"Hmm," I hummed, matching her vibe.

"Right?" she pressed.

"Gotta try it to know," I said, shrugging.

"Do your best. You held up solid. Honestly, I was shocked. Been at this a while, and you’re the first who didn’t bust quick," she said, smirking.

"...For real?" I blinked.

"Ha. Had viewers like you—met ’em offline too. They all say they can’t take a light squeeze," she laughed.

"..." Her bluntness made me cringe a bit, but pride swelled up too. I’d come a long way since those early quests, cumming after a few pumps like a rookie.

"But do we have to tie me up like this?" I asked, tugging at the cuffs.

"Ha. I’m hottest when I’m tied up, arms up," she teased.

"...That’s just me, though," I pointed out.

"Main thing is I feel good. I’m running this. And tons of my viewers are chicks, you know," she said, brushing it off.

"..." Couldn’t argue that.

After two rounds of sex, Tessa was way chiller with me. She’d always talked casual, but now it fit her—young, real, kinda funny. I started calling her "Tessa my" without thinking, chatting easy.

"Oh, and when you’re gonna cum, give me a heads-up. Don’t yell if you can help it—just tap the bed with your foot a couple times," she said, all pro.

Felt like I’d turned into some porn star. I could fake the moans fine, but full-on acting? Nah. She fiddled with cameras around the room as I stood up slow.

We’d agreed to shoot together like she pitched, but I wasn’t about to roll over for every little thing she wanted. Not that easy.

Tessa stood there in tight dolphin shorts—barely more than underwear—and a snug white t-shirt hugging her curves. Today’s outfit, no doubt.

Crack.

"Ahhh! Hey, what the hell!" she yelped.

"Just a warm-up before the real deal?" I grinned, cutting off her sharp words. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. She hit the mattress hard, but she wasn’t down—bounced right back up and lunged at me.

I dove onto the bed, rolled fast, and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her tight like a wrestler.

"Ha... hey," she huffed, squirming.

"Yeah?" I smirked.

"You’re playing rough, huh?" she said, her voice teasing now.

"Hmm?" I tilted my head.

"I see something you don’t..." she trailed off, wriggling free and flipping on top of me. A sly smile spread across her face as she kept talking.

"I like a rebel too, you know?"

Hold.

"Ugh," I grunted. She slammed her hand down on my dick—hard, way harder than before. Last time she’d stepped on it, it barely hurt. This time? She meant it. Pain shot through me.

Weird thing was, my dick didn’t care—it swelled up under her grip. Pain, pleasure—same damn thing in the end.

"Haaa... for real..." she purred, grabbing my growing dick through the robe. She yanked the tie loose, peeling it open. I took the hint, slid my hands to her ass, and tugged those dolphin shorts down.

Sparks flew—fast.

Tessa stripped me bare in seconds, then sank her teeth into the back of my neck, squeezing my dick tight.

She knew her way around a guy, no question. Her grip, her bite—I couldn’t fight it. Just lay there, soaking in her touch.

"Hmm," I hummed. Felt good—real good. The tickle on my neck mixed with the heat from my dick, lighting me up.

Slip.

She kicked off the shorts I’d half-pulled down and climbed on top, locking me in place. No panties underneath—just her smooth, shaved pussy, bare the second the shorts were gone.

"Hmm. Rebellion over?" she teased, smirking.

"No... ugh," I groaned.

She nipped my nipple—light but sharp—cutting off my answer, then shook my dick faster. I wasn’t just gonna take it. Couldn’t get up, but my hands moved—yanked her tight t-shirt up.