I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 97: Performance

Chapter 97: Performance

Tessa 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.

Boing.

Her breasts spilled free, popping out from under the fabric. Not huge, but damn pretty—squished weird by the shirt, but perfect once they were out.

"Kyaa!" she squeaked. I flipped us quick—laid her flat and climbed on top. Through it all, her hand stayed glued to my dick.

"Wow," I breathed.

Slurp. Slurp. I went straight for her nipple, pressing my tongue against it. Firm, warm—felt amazing under my lick.

"Haa... hey. Be real with me," she said, voice low.

"Huh?" I paused.

"You don’t like this," she whispered, gripping my dick tight and leaning close to my ear. No target, but I got it. Stung a little.

"Haaa... Most guys would lose it if I did this, but you’re saying the opposite, huh?" she added, smirking.

Slurp.

"Ugh," I grunted as her tongue brushed my ear—light, itchy, throwing me off. I wiped my face without thinking.

"Well... it switches up every time," I said, dodging.

She didn’t push—just kept going. I tugged her t-shirt higher, diving back to her nipple with my tongue.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. The wet sound of me licking her battled the quick tak-tak of her shaking my dick. She moved first this time.

Whoosh. Whisper. She yanked back, slipped out from under me, flipped me over, and hopped on top again. Her wet pussy pressed against my stomach as she sat, soaking me with her heat.

Thud. She ripped off the t-shirt, tossed it aside, then shifted her hips, rubbing her pussy right over my skin.

"Haa... for real..." she sighed, voice thick.

"Looks wet down there, huh?" I teased.

"Got wet ’cause you keep messing with me Ha, been a while since I felt this," she said, licking her lips. She slid lower, pushing her ass toward my dick, then sucked hard on the back of my neck again.

"Ha. Thought you don’t do mouth stuff?" I grinned.

"Ha. I just don’t suck dick" she fired back, laughing.

Swish. Swish. Before I could blink, she was grinding her dripping pussy against my dick. That soft, slick feel of her skin, coated in her juices—too damn good.

"Ha. Quit yapping and keep your dick up" she ordered.

Squeak.

"Ugh," I groaned. She grabbed my dick with one hand, pointing it straight, then lined her pussy up with a quick shift of her hips.

Pook. I thought the tip hit her entrance, but nope—it slid right in, deep and fast.

"Haaa... nice" she breathed, a low, real whisper straight from her gut.

Squeak. Squeak.

"Huh! Ugh! Ah!" she gasped. While she was still catching her breath, I thrust up hard, burying my dick deep. The pistoning kicked off out of nowhere, and she felt it—big time.

"Fuck me..." she moaned, voice shaking.

"Wow," I said, grinning.

It was on—a full-on battle for who’d call the shots, both of us pushing back, fueled by pure defiance.

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I watched the video on my tablet, showing a close-up of a man’s huge penis. A slender, white hand gripped it skillfully, moving up and down while the woman let out a naughty moan. Her technique—rubbing the tip and head with her thumb—was incredible.

"Wow, look how hard it is. Do you like this kind of treatment?" she said with a flirty tone.

I turned up the volume in my earphones, listening closely to catch the man’s voice. But even with her question, he stayed silent.

"Ha! You dirty guy. Look at your dick getting hard," she teased.

She poured gel onto his massive penis and stroked it faster. The wet, slippery sound of her hand moving filled the air.

"Ha! It’s getting even harder, you pervert," she said.

Her hand sped up, and the man, who’d been still until now, twitched slightly and started moving his hips.

"Ha! Think it’s gonna cum? Huh? You filthy guy, does it feel like you’re about to burst?" she giggled.

Chap-chap-chap—her hand moved even quicker, adding a trick where she lightly squeezed and released the tip with her palm on every stroke. The video was heading toward its big finish.

"I’ll take extra good care of you, so let it all out. Come on, hurry," she urged.

She poured more gel on his penis and kept going. The man’s hips lifted a little, and his penis looked even bigger, ready to explode. It was so impressive that even a guy watching would say, "Wow, that’s huge."

"Hey. Look at it swelling up. Wanna cum? Huh? Ha! Cum already," she teased.

Shhh-shhh—right after she spoke, his massive penis pulsed, and thick white cum shot out. The first spurt flew off-screen, but the rest flowed over her hand, covering it completely.

"Wow, look at all this coming out," she said with a satisfied sigh.

"Phew," I muttered, turning off the tablet.

That was the first time I’d watched a video I recently filmed with Tessa after we teamed up. I’d had doubts after shooting it, but seeing it now? It was wild. Even I had to admit—my penis looked ridiculously big on screen.

Bulge—even though I’d just watched Tessa take control of me in the video, I was hard again without realizing it. Living through it was one thing, but seeing it from the outside gave me a whole new thrill.

"That’s really my body..." I mumbled.

In Nexus World, you jump back to someone else’s past gameplay and take over, but watching the video, it was just me. I didn’t get how the system worked, and honestly, I’d stopped trying to figure it out. I just went with it.

"Ugh," I groaned.

It’d been over a week since I started the ImTessa quest. Things had moved forward a lot with Tessa. After agreeing to be filming partners, we’d played games, shot videos, and had plenty of sex. But the quest goal? It was insanely tough.

We’d had sex more than ten times that week, but Tessa wouldn’t even think about putting her mouth on my penis like I wanted. At first, I thought if she got a taste of it, she’d give in and do what I said. Nope. I was wrong.

Tessa loved being overwhelmed by my penis and moaning, but she never fully surrendered. She’d say, "He’s nice, but he keeps trying to push me." If I gave up and let her take charge, she’d get so used to it that she’d call it weak and tell me to step it up. But she never let me win.

"If this keeps up, will I ever get a chance?" I wondered.

We’d had sex often and made videos like the one I just watched, but I still had no clue how to finish the quest—getting her to kneel and let me cum in her mouth.

Buzz-buzz—my phone vibrated, snapping me out of my frustration.

It was Mike calling, after forever. Normally, I’d be too caught up in quests to answer, but today I needed a break to clear my head. So I picked up.

Now that I thought about it, it’d been ages since I last hung out with my friends.

"I’ve got no sense of time," I chuckled to myself. "Alright."

"Yo," I said, answering the call.

"Oh, you’re actually picking up?" Mike said, surprised.

"Ha, why not?"

"What’re you up to?"

"Just relaxing at home."

"What about tonight?"

"Nothing planned. Why, blood room?"

"What? Why waste time in a private room on a day like this?"

"...Huh?"

"Hey," Mike said, his tone turning serious.

"You don’t even know what day it is, do you?"

"...Nope."

"Wow, you really forgot."

"What’s going on?"

"It’s our College festival today. Idol group coming!"

"Oh," I said, the memory clicking into place.

Mike was right. The College had been buzzing about the festival for days. Everyone was hyped because an idol group, the biggest idol group right now, was performing.

"Are you coming?" Mike asked.

"I have to," I replied.

"Okay, be here by 5:30."

"So soon? What time does perform start?"

"We’ll set up at a bar. I heard it’s happening on the playground."

"Got it."

I glanced at the time while chatting with Mike. It was 4 PM—perfect timing.

"See you later," I said.

"Cool. Oh, bring your ID. I should’ve checked it when I bought the drinks."

"Got it."

I hung up and headed straight to the bathroom. It’d been a while since I last switched up my routine, and I needed the change.

....

"Hey, is this a good spot?" Mike asked when I arrived.

"Yeah, but I’m not sure if we’ll see much once the crowd fills the playground later," I said.

"As long as we can hear them and catch a glimpse, it’s fine. Plus, it’s close, right?"

Before I got to College, Mike had already scoped out the playground and picked a bar to settle in. The spot he chose was practically next to the stage. The playground was surrounded by bars, and this one was right on the left side, super close to the action.