On the pretext of making up for the stupidity of leaving Jess alone and not being by her side when she woke up, Jeff had successfully scored a date with her. And not just any regular date—their very first one.
With all the stalls lined up and performances taking place—fire dancing, a live band, movie screenings, and more—the entire beach had transformed into a lively festival.
At first, Jess had felt a bit tense and flustered, overthinking their long-awaited first date. But as they continued walking together, she finally relaxed and started acting the way she used to back in their childhood.
"Hurry up, dimwit! We're going to that stall next."
"Wait, Jess, you're gonna rip my arm—ouch!"
Jess was excitedly dragging Jeff from stall to stall, clearly enjoying herself. Jeff, on the other hand, was preoccupied with shooting glares at every lecherous guy who dared look at Jess—making it crystal clear she was taken—while enduring the pain of her aggressive tugging.
"So, which one would look best on me, idiot?"
"Isn't calling me an idiot and asking for my opinion kind of contradictory?"
In front of a stall selling animal-themed masks, Jess was holding up different options, putting Jeff through one of the classic boyfriend trials—choosing the right accessory for his girl.
"Idiot!" Dissatisfied with his reply, Jess put the masks back and walked away from the stall. But Jeff grabbed her hand, stopping her before she could leave.
"Wait, I didn't say I wasn't going to choose."
"I'm not in the mood anymore, moron, so let's just go."
"But I want to see you wearing something like that, Jess."
Hearing the sincerity in his voice, Jess returned to the stall, giving Jeff a sharp glare that silently demanded he hurry up and decide.
Without further delay, Jeff picked a mask and gently placed it on Jess—a white cat half-mask that left her lips exposed, tempting him to kiss her if he dared.
"You're more of a black cat, but how about a white one for now?"
It was a thoughtful choice that matched the white slip dress and jacket Jess was wearing. She was satisfied.
"Then you wear this one too, Jeff."
Wanting them to look more like a couple, Jess picked out a matching white wolf half-mask that also left his lips exposed, complementing Jeff's white jacket, and put it on him.
Of course, she had a hidden motive—so Jeff could kiss her if he wanted to... or if she gave him an excuse to.
That kiss would have happened right then and there—if not for the onlookers and the stall owner's cheeky remark.
"Boy, you sure know how to handle a rough ride."
Flustered and embarrassed, Jess hurriedly urged Jeff to pay for the masks and dragged him away again.
After buying an impressively large set of burgers, fried chicken, and fries, Jess continued tugging Jeff along until they found a spot on the beach that wasn't too crowded, but still had a clear view of the fire dancers performing by the water.
While Jeff sat directly on the sand, Jess sat right on his lap, leaning her back against his chest like he was a chair.
"You do realize we're outside, right?" Jess asked, her cheeks and ears blushing red.
"Of course. That should be obvious," Jeff replied, confused by her question—until she followed it up.
"And there are still people around us, right?"
"Well, it's that dark. But I can still see them."
"And I'm trying to have dinner right now because I couldn't eat earlier thanks to being pissed at you, right?"
"Actually, can I have some fries—"
"Then why the heck are you getting hard?!"
She cut off his request and finally blurted out what had been bothering her since she sat down—Jeff's aroused rod pressing against her back. Though she spoke in a low voice, people nearby clearly heard her.
"Of course I'm gonna get hard when you're this close to me," Jeff muttered, burying his face in her nape as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her hair and skin.
"What are you doing in public, you doofus?"
Though clearly embarrassed, Jess didn't tell him to stop—or say she disliked it. So Jeff continued indulging himself.
As Jess quietly ate her long-delayed dinner, watching the fire dancers—and slowly growing aroused herself—Jeff took the opportunity to review the rewards he had received for completing Quests 5 and 6 of the Returner Fantasy System.
With his eyes closed, savoring her scent and struggling to control his arousal, a holographic screen appeared in his vision.
The reward for completing Quest 5 was Trud's Archive Update. From what Jeff understood, it would let him foresee Trud's next actions or plans regarding Jess.
This'll definitely help protect Jess from that shit bastard, Jeff thought, inhaling her scent like he was trying to get high.
The reward for Quest 6, however, was far more shocking—Returner Cure.
As he read the details, Jeff's eyes widened.
Apparently, Returner Cure could heal Jess's condition—a weak womb—but under a very specific condition: she had to continue receiving his cum a total of one hundred times.
In short, Jeff would need to make her swallow his cum—or cum inside her—one hundred times.
It was shocking in more ways than one.
And yet, Jeff couldn't help but feel even harder, incredibly aroused, and excited by such a noble quest.
"You disgusting pervert! Why is your rod throbbing like that... Don't tell me you're about to cum?"
Lowering her voice for the last part of her question, Jess glanced back at him, seeking confirmation.
Jeff couldn't see her face directly because of the white cat half-mask Jess was wearing. But that only made him more excited—so much so that he was barely able to hold back, teetering on the edge of surrendering to the overwhelming urge to climax.
It's not like anyone would notice if he did. Even though there are some people around them—watching the fire dancers' performance—it was dark enough for anyone to exactly recognize what the others are doing. Besides, both he and Jess were wearing masks, so no one would be able to recognize them anyway.
With that thought, Jeff leaned closer to Jess and whispered in her ear.
"Can you help me, please, Jess... Just like earlier."
Jess instantly understood what he meant. She froze, stunned into silence yet visibly flustered. Her arousal—already building from feeling his hard rod against her while she was eating—intensified. The vivid memory of what they had just done in her hotel room only added fuel to the fire, making her unbearably excited.
Her reason and judgment in agreeing to Jeff's request again were hanging by a thin thread. Then Jeff whispered once more, snapping that final restraint.
"I can't hold it anymore, Jess."
She rose from his lap, knelt in front of him, and slowly took off her jacket, using it to cover herself as she leaned in, pulled down his swim trunks and took the head of his aroused rod into her mouth.
It only took a little stimulation from her tongue before the hot, sticky, viscous liquid started pouring from the tip, filling her mouth.
Once his rod stopped throbbing, Jess raised her head, leaving her jacket to cover his still-erect rod.
Doing her best not to spill a single drop of the thick fluid in her mouth, she sat in front of Jeff and gave him a dazed look, silently asking what to do next.
Jeff understood her unspoken question and gave his next request.
"Please swallow everything, Jess."
The moment she gulped—forcing the nearly solid liquid down her throat—a burst of fireworks lit up the night sky.
And when Jess opened her mouth—Boom!—the light from the fireworks illuminated their surroundings, making it clear to Jeff that she had indeed swallowed everything.
"Is that enough for you, Jeff?"