Nash led the girls into this little café, tucked away between some closed-up shops and flickering streetlights. It wasn't some five-star place, but it was clean. It had actual tiles on the floor, padded booths, and dim golden lighting.
The place smelled like roasted coffee and that lemon stuff they use to polish wood. For street rats like them, this kind of place felt like a total luxury.
Sarra, like a good rat understanding her boundaries, hesitated at the door. She kept looking around, checking the ceiling, the floor, and the menus that actually looked professional instead of being printed on some crappy, faded paper. She didn't say a word, but you could tell she was impressed.
Lina, on the other hand, just walked right in. She shrugged her jacket into place, raised an eyebrow, and gave a little smirk.
"Nice choice, Blaze. Looks like you're finally moving up in the world," she teased.
They grabbed a booth in the back where nobody could see them. Nash slid into the inside seat, and Sarra sat right next to him, keeping her hood up. Lina flopped down across from them, stretching her arms out wide across the backrest of the booth.
The second Nash's ass hit the seat, his system went off.
[LOCATION DETECTED: Social Environment – Café]
[TRIGGER EVENTS UNLOCKED]
Nash blinked. A bunch of new notifications started scrolling across his vision.
He looked up. Sarra was being quiet, just staring down at the menu. But Lina? She was staring straight at him. She had a little grin, and she was watching him like she was waiting for a signal. She leaned forward just enough to squeeze her tits together under the V-neck of her tank top. It was a totally calculated move to get his attention.
"You actually gonna treat us to real food?" Lina asked. "Or is it just drip coffee and sadness today?"
"Whatever you want," Nash replied. "It's on me."
[Lina: +8% Affection]
Lina looked amused. Nash quickly pulled up her stat screen in his head.
[Lina Goss]
Affection: 73%
Lust: 78%
Mood: Teasing / Aroused
Nash's eyebrow twitched. Aroused? How? Why?
But before he could even think about it, he felt it. Lina's foot tapped his shin. She pressed in and slowly slid it up and down his leg, testing him out.
Nash stiffened up immediately.
Lina didn't even blink; she kept eye contact the whole time.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice sounding light and playful. "You look a little… tense."
He shot a glance at Sarra. She was still watching the menu, totally clueless. Her shoulder was resting against his; she was warm, but she felt distant, like she was in her own world.
Nash tried to act cool. He moved his leg a little to the side. But Lina's foot just followed. She was being determined about it now.
She took a long sip of her iced caramel coffee. He watched the straw disappear between her lips as she sucked slowly. When she pulled back, her tongue glided over the rim of the cup.
"This one's cold up top," she said, licking her bottom lip while looking at him. "But warm in the throat. You ever tried that, Nash?"
[Lina: Lust 84% | Mood: Bold]
Nash swallowed hard. She was pushing it.
He turned to Sarra to distract himself.
"You good? Not too loud in here or anything?"
Sarra looked at him, surprised, and then gave him a tiny, sweet smile.
"No. It's… actually really nice."
[Sarra: +6% Affection]
Nash started to relax for a second. Then, he saw Lina bite the end of her spoon and wink at him.
[WARNING: Competing Emotional States Detected – High Risk Interaction in Progress – Subject: Lina Goss]
Nash clenched his jaw.
Her Lust was climbing fast. 89%. 92%. What was wrong with this girl? Did she inject herself with some aphrodisiac? And she hadn't even touched his skin directly yet. Then a new alert popped up:
[ALERT: Trigger Chain Reaction – High Arousal Detected]
[PASSIVE: Pheromone Drift – Low-Level Arousal Field Activated in Close Proximity]
Nash's stomach sank. Of course. Who need aphrodisiac when you have... these. The system was making everything way too intense. Her touches, her mood, her scent, it was all being amplified and bleeding into him.
Then he felt it. Her shoe was off.
A bare foot, toes painted, started rubbing up his leg again. This time, she went higher. She hit his inner thigh, and then she went straight for the bulge in his pants.
She didn't hesitate. She rubbed her foot right against his cock, pressing firm and slow, back and forth.
Nash froze, his eyes wide.
Lina took another sip of her drink and looked at him with that smug, fucking grin.
"You sure you're okay, Blaze? You're twitching like crazy."
This little...
He was sweating through his clothes. His cock was throbbing painfully against his zipper, which was rather impressive considering his size. Every second her foot moved, it felt worse. His pants felt tighter by the breath.
[Lina: Lust 94% | Mood: Wildly Aroused]
She leaned in close, her voice barely a whisper.
"Rich, calm, and that responsive? Maybe I should check if you're that easy to unwrap too."
Nash clenched his jaw, trying to stay still. Sarra turned toward him.
"I think I'm ready to order. You?" she asked. Then she looked closer, frowning. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Nash said quickly. "Just… need to make a call. Work stuff."
Sarra nodded, not suspecting anything.
Nash slid out of the booth like he had something broken between his legs. His dick was throbbing, hard as fuck, and already leaking pre-cum into his briefs. He barely made it to the bathroom, his hands shaking.
His Endurance stat was 1, his Control stat was 19. In plain English, that meant his body was a fucking landmine.
He staggered into the bathroom, his erection bulging through his pants. He figured he'd just jack off quickly to clear his head and calm down.
But the door didn't close all the way.
A bare foot stepped inside, with the most terrifying feature possible: painted toes. Then a little giggle.
Lina.
"What the—"
She slipped inside, shut the door, and flipped the lock.
"You were really about to finish without me?" she whispered, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"Lina, this isn't—"
She pressed a hand to his chest.
"C'mon. You lit the fire. You don't just walk away when it's burning."
"I wasn't trying to—"
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees.
Nash's heart stopped.
"Yeah, you were," she said. "And now you're gonna help me cool off."
Her fingers slid to his waistband. He couldn't stop her; he couldn't even move. He was frozen. He'd never done this. Not with Saya, not with anyone. It was his first time.
His pants hit the floor. Her eyes dropped, and Nash's stomach flipped. In an instant, barely two seconds, Nash's brain worked like a supercomputer and realized a critical point that would mean the fresh of him: his Johnny.
His dick, hard, red, and painfully stiff, was only 10 centimeters. Barely four inches, and thin like the proudest worm.
He panicked, and made the fastest mental gym imaginable.
[SP AVAILABLE: 4]
[BODY REWRITE: LENGTH MODIFICATION]
Current Length: 10.9 cm
Investment: 4 SP
Growth Rate: +1 cm per 2 SP
New Length: 12.9 cm
[UPGRADE COMPLETE]
It grew, but only slightly. It was still thin and unimpressive.
Lina stared at it. Then, she wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.
There was a moment of silence... Then, she let out a chuckle.
"That's it?" she said.
Nash died inside.
She kept stroking. Her pace was lazy. Detached. The heat in her eyes? Gone. Replaced with curiosity. Like she was inspecting a toy that didn't quite match the packaging.
"My grandma used to sell some miracle root tea," she murmured. "Swore it could make anything grow. Even hope."
He burned.
She kept going, slow and measured. No lust behind it anymore. Just movement. Like she was finishing a chore.
"Some guys say size doesn't matter," she said, voice light. "That it's all about how you use it. Even a small engine can power a fast car."
His jaw clenched. Whoever was holding the clock of time, or even life, please free him. His body lost the will to fight, and every second her hand moved, her mouth just made it worse.
Not pleasure, just... dread.
Then came the final blow.
[Lina: Lust 78% → 64%]
Nash held his breath, closing his eyes.
She was cooling off, he was dead, but maybe someone was working hard so he could be even deader.
She smiled faintly.
"Don't worry, Blaze," she said. "I'm a good girl. I always finish what I start."
She leaned in.
Her breath was warm, her lips opened.
He didn't stop her, it was already a disaster, what would he do now? Throw a tantrum?
Let her finish, at least he would come out with a blow...
Her mouth wrapped around the tip, and Nash's body gave out.
It was over in seconds.
Yeah, someone definitely worked overtime on him. This was his day.
A single weak pulse. A twitch. Then nothing.
She pulled back slowly, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, probably wiped more after eating a sandwich than after this.
And the worst?
Girl showed no expression. No anger, no mockery, no nothing. Just silence.
Nash stood there, face burning, cock twitching soft in the open air, and realized:
He'd waited his whole life for this moment. And when it came… it ended like a joke.