Jack pointed to the door beside his.
The man rang the bell, and the door opened to reveal a woman in nothing but white underwear, her black hair a messy cascade over her shoulders.
Her bra was sheer, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric like peaks, and her panties hugged her hips, the outline of her pussy just discernible.
Her skin was pale, her curves soft and inviting, and her sleepy eyes lit up when she saw Jack.
"Hi, Jack," she said, a bit shy, her voice soft, almost shy, as she took the parcel. She leaned against the doorframe, her breasts pressing against the bra.
"Hi," Jack replied, his throat dry, his mind racing with possibilities.
Her lips curved into a small smile.
"Wanna come play Pimecraft with me?" she asked, her tone casual, as if inviting him to a game was the most natural thing in the world.
Her eyes held no seduction, but her near-naked state and the way her thighs pressed together as she shifted sent a jolt through him.
"Hmm, okay," he said, avoiding her name since he didn't know it yet.
He followed her into her apartment, the door clicking shut behind them. T
he place was a mess—empty soda cans on the coffee table, clothes strewn across the floor, and a faint smell of popcorn lingering in the air.
Liss—her name revealed by the cardboard box of the Pimecraft game she excitedly opened—tore into the package, holding up the disc with a grin.
"Look, Jack! It's finally here!"
"Looks fun," Jack said, his eyes flicking to the box.
Liss, huh? He tested the waters, leaning casually against the couch. "So, Liss, it's been a while since we last played, right?"
She glanced over, her messy black hair falling into her eyes as she nodded.
"Yeah, Jack, you've been avoiding me for three days, saying you weren't feeling well." She tilted her head, concern softening her features. "How're you feeling now?"
"Good as new," he replied, a grin tugging at his lips.
So we play regularly. Good to know.
It gave him a foothold, a way to blend into this Jack's life while plotting his next move.
Liss moved to the TV, bending to insert the disc into the console. Her panties stretched tight across her ass, the fabric wedging slightly between her cheeks, revealing their plump, pale curves.
Jack's throat tightened, but he kept his cool, sitting on the couch as she handed him a controller.
She plopped beside him, carefree in her near-naked state, her thigh brushing his.
Her body was a study in soft sensuality—full breasts straining against her bra, their weight shifting as she leaned forward; a slender waist flaring into curvy hips; and legs that begged/ thighs that begged to be touched.
The scent of vanilla clung to her, mingling with the faint musk of her skin.
Jack gulped, his pulse quickening.
I'm getting my hands on her next, for sure.
"Let's start," he said, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his groin.
Liss flashed a bright smile, her dark eyes sparkling.
"You're on!" The game booted up, and as Jack expected, Pimecraft was a near-identical clone of Minecraft from his old world—blocky landscapes, crafting menus, the works.
He knew this game inside out, but he played like an amateur, fumbling blocks and letting Liss take the lead, her laughter filling the room.
"You're good at this, Liss," he said, laying on the charm.
She blushed, her cheeks pink. "I am, I know," she said, her confidence endearing yet naive.
They played for a while, Jack intentionally slipping up, letting her outbuild him. Then, sensing an opportunity, he leaned closer. "Wanna bet?"
Her eyes lit up. "What bet?"
"Let's have a sword fight. Loser gives the winner a backrub."
"Deal!" Liss grinned, confident. "Get ready to give me a backrub, Jack. I'm sore from an all-nighter anyway."
They dove into the game, swords clashing in pixelated combat.
Jack held back, letting Liss's character overwhelm his, her cheers growing louder with each hit.
When she landed the final blow, she pumped her fist, her breasts bouncing in her bra. "Yes! I win!"
"Oh no, so close," Jack groaned, faking disappointment, though his heart raced with anticipation.
"If you call getting destroyed 'close,' then sure," she teased, laughing. "You should've thought before challenging me to a losing bet. Now, gimme my backrub."
Jack sighed dramatically, standing as if reluctant.
Liss stretched out on her stomach on the couch, her body a feast of curves—her ass round and inviting under her panties, her back smooth and pale.
"Give me a proper rub, Jack," she said, her voice muffled by the cushion. "None of that half-assed stuff."
"Okay, okay," he said, a pervy grin creeping across his face as he straddled her, his knees on either side of her thighs.
The position pressed his hardening cock against his pants, the strain delicious as he settled over her.
This world is too good, he thought, mentally blowing a chef's kiss to the goddess.
Thank you.