Chapter 41: Chapter 41
Ray shot straight up in bed, heart hammering like crazy. His eyes were still half-shut, but the second he focused, he realized that floating blue-green light in front of his face wasn’t coming from his phone.
[Ding!]
The system panel popped up in bold letters:
[Host did not complete daily quest]
[System cannot be used for the next 24 hours]
Ray read it once. His face went bright red instantly.
"This is so fucking unfair! You never even told me there was a daily quest every day! What kind of bullshit rule is that you didn’t warn me about from the start?! I thought this shit was just for fun, then suddenly you hit me with a punishment whenever the fuck you feel like it?!"
His voice got louder. He was already swiping at the panel left and right, trying to mess with it, but it didn’t budge. No response. No sound. Nothing.
A few seconds later the whole thing just faded out and disappeared like it was never there.
"Oi?! Don’t fucking disappear yet, asshole! Answer me first!"
Dead silence. Just the loud-ass AC in his tiny room.
Ray clenched his jaw so hard it hurt. Eyes narrowed, he spotted a fingerprint icon floating right where the panel used to be, pulsing real slow like it was waiting for verification or some shit.
He lifted his right hand and jabbed his index finger at it, kinda rough.
The second he touched it—
[Access Denied]
Big red letters flashed for a second then vanished.
He tried again, pressing harder and longer this time.
[Access Denied]
"Fuck! Can’t even access it?! Piece of shit system!"
He went at it three more times—middle finger, two fingers, even tried smashing his whole palm on it. Same result every time. Access Denied.
Eventually he just flopped backward, head slamming into the pillow. Breathing hard, chest heaving. Right hand covering his face.
"I forgot... I actually fucking forgot," he muttered, voice bitter.
Ray let out a low, shitty little laugh in the dark. Annoyed as hell but also kinda satisfied.
"Kevin... that arrogant prick. Thought I was just trash who could never touch his girl. Meanwhile the dick Julia was sucking this morning is just sitting in my pants right now. And he has zero fucking clue. It’s actually hilarious." He tried to lean into that dirty little win.
But the laugh died quick. System was locked for a full 24 hours. No daily quests. No features. Nothing.
Ray sighed hard, grabbed the phone he thought had been ringing earlier. Opened the gallery, went straight to the hidden folder. Video was still there. 8 minutes 47 seconds.
He reached down and rubbed his cock through his sleep shorts. Already getting hard again. Started stroking slow while the video played.
"Ah... Julia... your mouth really is fucking elite," he muttered, voice all rough.
That night he didn’t even finish jerking off even though the video had him rock hard. Just rolled over and went back to sleep. No moaning coming from the neighboring unit.
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The next morning Ray slept like the dead. He cracked one eye open around mid-morning, saw the sunlight leaking through the blinds, and immediately rolled over and passed the fuck out again. When he finally dragged his ass out of bed it was already past noon.
He sat there on the edge of the mattress feeling bored as shit. That system that used to make him feel like he could start World War 3 with a snap of his fingers was completely locked. No access. No quests. No nothing. Just him, his cramped room, and the low hum of the AC.
His stomach started growling loud enough to echo. He was about to throw on some clothes and go grab food outside when someone knocked on the door.
"Who the fuck is it now? Kevin? Karl?" he muttered, scratching his head as he shuffled over and opened it.
Standing there was Sonya.
Ray blinked. The thick, brown-skinned MILF was holding a plastic container of food, smiling at him like she’d been waiting all morning. She’d been acting extra attentive these past few days, but this was next level. She was wearing skin-tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve of her plump thighs and fat ass, plus a tight zip-up sports jacket that stretched across her heavy chest. The second she saw him she stepped inside without asking, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"C’mon, eat while it’s still warm," she said, voice soft and sweet as she set the container on the low table.
They sat on his beat-up old sofa. The thing sagged in the middle so they ended up closer than Ray expected. He kept glancing at her. Something felt off. Sonya was smiling way too much, eyes sparkling, telling him to eat like she was his personal chef or some shit.
He picked up the spoon. The second his fingers wrapped around it, Sonya’s cheeks went a little pink. She bit her lower lip for half a second before the smile came back.
Ray squinted at her but started eating anyway. The food was actually good. He was halfway through the second bite when Sonya suddenly took a slow, deep breath through her nose. When he glanced sideways at her, her face looked... different. Eyes a little glassy, lips parted, that unmistakable horny look like she was trying really hard to keep it together.
Ray froze with the spoon halfway to his mouth.
Something felt weird about the spoon. The way it sat in his hand. The slight warmth. The faint aftertaste that shouldn’t be there.
His eyes widened.
’Don’t tell me...’
The realization hit him like a truck.
"What’s wrong, Ray? Does it taste bad? I cooked it myself, you know..." Sonya said softly, tilting her head with that same sweet smile that was starting to look a little too eager.
Ray let out a dry, awkward chuckle. "Ah... it’s good though," he answered, forcing the words out while his stomach twisted.
But inside, he wanted to fucking throw up.
