Chapter 39: I Like David
Aah!
David exclaimed in utter euphoria as his last sprout of release spilled into Eva’s comfort.
He set Eva down at his side, the item catching the faint ambient glow of his system notification as it hovered at the edge of his vision.
[STAT INCREASE DETECTED]
[Penile Strength: 22 (+2) → 24 ]
[Progress to Threshold: 15/40]
He read it twice, letting it sit as he reached for a tissue which he had placed by his coffee table, cleaned what left of his ceremony up, tossing away the evidence to trash before he dropped back onto the couch with all the grace of a man who had earned the right to collapse. Legs stretched out. One arm dangling off the side, knuckles grazing the floor. Body still. Finally, completely still.
The apartment was dark — genuinely dark, the kind of dark that meant it was past the point where any reasonable person was still awake.
The system notification was the only thing illuminating the room, casting a faint blue-white light across the walls like a television left on in an empty house.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment before his gaze drifted sideways to the floating stat window.
He read through his stats slowly.
[Player Stats Updated:
Name: David Myers
Strength 38.
Agility 27.
Endurance 31.
Stamina 39.
Penile Strength: 24
Total Exchange points: 50
LvL: 2/??? ]
His lips pulled into a small smile.
’I’m actually ahead of pace,’ he thought.
The numbers were trending. If he kept this rhythm — kept doing what he did today, the reps, the work, even the things he didn’t intend to count — he’d hit the forty-stat threshold before the fourteen days were up. Possibly well before.
However, that did leave him thinking-
’System...What happens next if I meet the threshold far before the deadline?’
The system responded almost immediately.
[NOTE: Early threshold completion will trigger BONUS REWARDS.]
[Rewards include: System Points, and additional Random Card draws.]
[Recommendation: Maintain current activity pace.]
This was indeed a small pending victory for him, however the system barely let him enjoy it before...
[MONARCH OF SIN — OBJECTIVE REMINDER]
[Active Quest: First Conquest]
[Objective: Consensual placement of player’s finger on Mrs. Walbury’s lips.]
[Time Limit: 16 hours: 57 minutes: 22 seconds.]
’I know,’ David thought at it. ’I know, I know.’
He actually said it out loud. To his ceiling. To nobody.
The system didn’t care. It hovered there with the patient indifference as always.
"That’s for tomorrow." he muttered.
[Acknowledged. Objective remains active, as well as penalty.]
’Hmm...sounds kinda like a threat.’
[I’m simply following my programming.]
He exhaled through his nose.
Tomorrow meant the morning window — that narrow strip of time before the building came alive, and schedules started and people came clocking in was his opportunity.
He was going to use it.
The exhilaration of it surprised him slightly. Not the plan itself — But rather the quiet, electric certainty that tomorrow was already going to be interesting.
He smiled at the ceiling one last time.
Then closed his eyes, and meant it.
For David, the night ended simply.
For Mrs. Walbury, it was an entirely different story.
Back at her home, the shower ran warm and steady, fine streams tracing unhurried paths across her fair skin before curling away beneath her feet.
The tiled floor remained silent. Only the soft, rhythmic hiss of water filled the spacious bathroom.
She hadn’t moved in minutes.
Soaked hair clung to the curve of her neck and the slope of her shoulders. Droplets rolled down her flushed face, and across skin she wasn’t paying any attention to.
One hand rested absently against her bare breast, fingers brushing slow and idle over damp warmth — a gesture so unconscious she wouldn’t have noticed it if asked.
She should have been washing herself.
Instead, she simply stood there.
Completely lost.
One thought refused to leave.
’God... he is so big.’
Her lips parted slightly.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face into the spray, as though the water could rinse the image away if it ran long enough. She held it there. Waited.
It didn’t help.
’Get a hold of yourself, Clara.’
She shook her head slowly.
’You’re married. You should have more class than to be standing here thinking about somebody else’s dick! ’
For a moment, the self-scolding almost worked.
Then, quietly:
’...But, It was bigger than my largest dildo. How is that even possible?’
Her breath caught.
Without meaning to, her teeth found her lower lip.
She wanted to deny it. She genuinely did. But somewhere beneath the logic and the self-correction and the very reasonable objections she kept lining up in her own defense — a small, stubborn craving had already taken root.
Not overwhelming.
Just enough to make her wonder.
’...What would it actually feel like inside me?’ Which instantly earned her a light slap on her face.
’No...that’s wrong...’
Beside her, invisible, faint blue letters materialized in the steam-heavy air.
[Temptation Level: 51%]
The threshold had finally crossed the halfway mark.
She leaned back against the tiled wall and released a slow breath. Heat spread gradually across her cheeks, a rosy flush she couldn’t have hidden even if she’d tried.
’I don’t feel anything.’ I don’t feel anything.
Another nod, more deliberate.
’I don’t.’
The lie didn’t even convince her.
She did know David. The two of them had spent just 5 days together. So why — why did she suddenly feel so aware of him?
Like the memory of him kept finding new ways to resurface the moment her guard slipped.
Her brows drew together.
’Is it because I’ve just been so bored lately...?’
She wanted that to be the answer. It would’ve made everything neat, easy, dismissible.
But before she could settle into it, another memory surfaced.
The kiss.
’Then... why did I kiss him?’
The instant the thought appeared, the heat in her face doubled. Just the memory of it — just the image flickering back up behind her eyes — made her heartbeat stutter in a way she had absolutely no explanation for.
She hated that.
With every passing second, she felt herself tilting a little further toward him. Not falling. Not yet. Just... leaning.
Her forehead came to rest against the cool bathroom wall.
’What am I going to do tomorrow?’
Before today, she would have answered that question without hesitation. She would have said she was perfectly in control of herself, that this was nothing, that she was a grown woman with a clear head and better sense.
She couldn’t say that anymore.
She had promised to meet him again. At the time it had felt simple — polite, even. A casual arrangement.
Now she understood exactly what kind of message that promise carried.
’Can I even control myself around him...?’
She swallowed.
’What the heck is even happening to me?’
Then a small gasp left her lips before she could stop it.
"...Wait."
Her eyes opened.
She knew this feeling.
She had felt it exactly once before. Years ago, when everything between her and Richard was still new — still electric and uncertain and terrifying in the best possible way. That same restless nervousness. That same inability to think about anything else. That same hopeless, helpless pull toward one specific person.
Her lips moved almost without her permission.
"I think... I like David."
The whisper had barely left her mouth before horror swept across her face.
She pressed a hand to one burning cheek.
’But he’s so much younger than me...’
The thought should have closed it. Should have been enough.
It wasn’t.
Because right behind it, quiet and treacherous:
’But he’s so handsome...’
She shook her head rapidly, as if she could physically dislodge the thought from somewhere behind her eyes.
"What the heck is going on with you, Clara?"
