Chapter 71: Chapter 71
Ray kept rubbing his wet, sticky cock all over Elena’s face. Slow, deliberate, back and forth from her left cheek to her right, then down to her chin, the corner of her mouth, even giving her a couple light slaps that made a wet slap sound. The mix of cum and Mia’s pussy juice spread everywhere, completely fucking up Elena’s makeup — foundation running, powder gone, lips shiny and covered in thick streaks.
Elena tried to stay calm even though her breathing was getting kinda ragged and her cheeks were flushed. She opened the folder on her lap, voice still trying to sound flat as she talked to Mia.
"Mia, sweetie... here’s the paperwork. If you’re really serious about divorcing Mike, we gotta sort out the marital assets clean. House, the Mercedes, joint savings, stocks... all of it needs to be split fair."
Mia was still slumped in the chair next to her, legs spread wide, breathing hard, face red as hell from just getting fucked stupid. She answered in a hoarse voice, "Yeah Mom... I’m good with that. I don’t wanna deal with all the drama."
Ray, still lightly slapping his cock against Elena’s cheek, suddenly cut in all casual, "Wait, you’re actually getting a divorce?"
Mia turned to him, eyes half-lidded, but her voice came out firm even though her body was still shaking from the orgasm. "Yeah, Ray. I’m not tryna keep living with a guy who’s been cheating on me... and on top of that, cheating with another dude. Mike’s a piece of shit. I’m done. I just wanna split, take what’s mine, and live in peace."
Ray nodded slow while he kept wiping Elena’s face with his cock, this time slapping a little harder so her cheek actually trembled. "Makes sense..."
But then Ray felt it. He glanced at the system in his head. Alter duration had dropped hard — only like three minutes left. If that shit ran out while he was still here, it could get real messy. Could get exposed, total chaos, who the fuck knows. Ray made the call quick.
He slowly pulled his cock away from Elena’s ruined, wet face. "Welp, looks like I gotta bounce, Mrs. Elena... Mia. Got some urgent shit I can’t put off."
Mia nodded weakly, still wiped out. "Okay... thanks Ray. Be safe."
Elena, face a total mess and still glistening, just looked up at him from under heavy eyelids, breathing kinda heavy. "See you around, Ray..."
Ray gave a thin smile, tucked his still-wet cock back in his pants, fixed himself up quick, then turned and walked out without saying much else.
Walking down the busy office hallway, Ray thought to himself: *The fuck did they even send me here for? Mia’s so damn unclear. Just yapping about divorce and splitting assets. She apologized and shit, but still making everything complicated as usual.*
With a couple minutes of alter time left, Ray strolled along and casually reached out to slap the asses of chicks walking by. Those thick asses jiggled under his hand, and instead of getting pissed or yelling, the girls just blushed and got shy — some even looked back over their shoulder with a flirty little smile like they lowkey enjoyed the random smack.
Ray finally stepped out of the building. He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Karl:
"Bro, come scoop me up in front of Mia’s building. Right now."
Less than five minutes later Karl’s car pulled up to the curb. Ray hopped in the passenger seat quick.
Karl pulled off slow, grinning. "How’d it go in there? Smooth?"
Ray laughed a little and shook his head. "Man, it was nothing. Mia was just yapping the whole time. She apologized, said she’s done living with a cheating asshole — especially one cheating with a dude. But you know how she is... always gotta make shit difficult."
Karl busted out laughing, hands on the wheel. "Hahaha! Whatever, bro. Hop in, I’m in a rush. Gotta meet up with my stand-up comedy crew. We got a practice session coming up."
Ray smirked wide. "Damn, you really getting serious about this stand-up comedian thing, huh?"
Karl shrugged, still driving. "Yeah... tryna take it serious for once. Who knows, maybe I blow up and make some real money."
They both chuckled as the car pulled away from the building. Ray’s alter duration finally ran out right as they turned at the first intersection.
Ray and Karl kept chatting as the car rolled slow down the quiet night street. Every so often Karl grinned to himself, thinking about Ray’s story and how Mia had just been yapping the whole time. A few minutes later they pulled up right in front of Ray’s apartment.
Ray hopped out, shut the door, then leaned back in with a big grin and hyped him up. "Go kill it, bro! Don’t choke on stage and make the crowd laugh for the wrong reasons. If it flops just tell ’em it’s part of your existential comedy experiment or some shit. Hahaha!"
Karl laughed and threw him a thumbs-up from the driver’s seat. "Hell yeah. You stay safe too, man. Try not to get caught jerking off thinking about the neighbor again, hahahaha."
Ray shook his head, still chuckling, then turned and walked into the building at an easy pace.
Once he was inside his apartment, Ray dropped straight onto the living room couch. His body still felt warm, breathing not quite settled yet. He could feel his cock sticking to his underwear — leftover pussy juice from Mia that hadn’t fully dried, mixed with his own cum he’d pumped deep inside her earlier. A faint trace of sex still clung to his skin.
"Fuck, it’s hot in here... cock’s still all sticky. I need a shower."
He got up slow, stripped off his clothes piece by piece, and stepped into the bathroom. Warm water hit him from the showerhead as he grabbed the soap and gently cleaned his still-sensitive cock, washing away the dried mess until it was gone. Soapy water ran down his legs and swirled into the drain. When he was done he stepped out, wrapped a white towel around his waist, and walked into his bedroom with wet hair still dripping.
But the second he stood in the middle of the room, Ray just froze.
He stayed there, one hand loosely holding the towel at his hip, staring at nothing. His mind went blank for a second, like he’d completely forgotten what he was supposed to be doing.
I’m actually viral right now. I can go live whenever I want — open OBS, hit stream, and pull thousands of viewers easy. With global alter I could hop into rich dudes, big influencers, or even hot up-and-coming girls and run content or side money plays. Everything’s right there. Just gotta move and the cash starts coming in heavy.
But Ray didn’t move. He just stood there, lost.
"Where the fuck do I even start? Stream first? Spam global alter for quick money? Or something else? It all looks simple as hell... so why am I this stuck?"
He scratched his wet hair, the towel around his waist slipping a little lower. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the AC.
Then it hit him.
"Oh shit... the daily mission."
Ray sat on the edge of his bed, towel still hanging low on his hips. He opened the system.
A clean blue interface popped up in front of him.
[Daily Mission Available]
Three options appeared in a neat row:
Simple – Low risk, low reward.
Medium – Balanced difficulty and payout.
Hardcore – High risk, high reward. Special feature unlock possible.
Ray stared at the Hardcore option for a long second. His mind immediately went to the reward he’d been eyeing for days — the Solo Alter feature. The one that would let him alter just one person’s common sense instead of having to rewrite an entire building or crowd like he’d been doing so far.
With Solo Alter, he could just lock onto one target. Clean. Simple. And if he played it right... he could probably slide into some celebrity pussy without having to alter a whole damn entourage or security team. The thought alone made his cock twitch under the towel.
But Hardcore missions were no joke. Last time he tried one he ended up with a splitting headache and could barely think straight for hours. Doing it alone, with no backup, sounded like a fast way to fry his own brain.
He sat there, towel slipping lower, rubbing the back of his wet neck.
"Fuck... I really want that Solo Alter. Like, bad. But Hardcore? That shit might actually mess me up this time..."
He stared at the glowing options a little longer, heart beating faster. The temptation was winning.
Ray let out a short laugh, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, "Y’know what... fuck it. YOLO."
He tapped Hardcore without giving himself another second to overthink.
[Ding!]
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