The drive was quiet except for the steady hum of the engine and the faint hiss of tires against the asphalt.
The night outside was still, only the occasional streetlight breaking the dark. Liam gripped the wheel with both hands, eyes locked on the road, but his mind was far from calm.
'Fuck. This is insane. Sitting in a car with a girl this hot feels unreal.'
Tasha sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, head tilted slightly toward the window, but Liam caught her sneaking glances at him.
Quick, sharp looks that vanished the moment he tried to meet them. Every time she turned her face away, the curve of her cheek caught the passing light.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, like she was fighting a war inside her head.
The truth was, she had agreed to drive him only because she didn't want to make it weird by saying no. At least, that's what she told herself.
She shifted in her seat.
It would've been shitty to leave him stranded.
And so far he seemed decent.
Too decent.
Which made her suspicious, convinced he was acting, waiting for the right moment to make his move.
When he did, she wanted to prove she was right about him all along.
Her fingernails tapped against her thigh. She could feel the tension in the air and decided to test him.
"Hey," she said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Liam turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah?"
Instead of answering, she tugged at her short skirt, pretending to adjust it.
The hem lifted higher than necessary, sliding up smooth thighs, revealing the thin line of her pink lace panties underneath.
She shifted again like it was casual, like she didn't notice how much she was showing.
Liam's face went hot.
Blood rushed to his cheeks and he darted his eyes back to the road, gripping the wheel tighter. His side vision betrayed him though, catching every inch of her bare skin.
'Fuck. She's doing that on purpose. Don't look, don't look… shit, I'm looking.'
The system's notification blinked alive above his vision.
[Option 1: Ignore her advances. Reward: +30 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Give in for a heated fling. Reward: +10 Lust Points]
The glowing text hung over the dashboard, teasing him harder than Tasha's skirt. His jaw clenched.
'Why the hell is ignoring her worth more points? This doesn't make sense.
This is my shot to finally stop being a fucking virgin. She's right there, teasing me, practically begging for it. But the system… shit, the system's telling me to wait.'
He panicked, heart slamming against his ribs.
The steering wheel felt slippery in his palms. Tasha stretched again, letting her skirt ride even higher.
The soft fabric clung to her hips, exposing more than she had any right to in such a small car.
'Goddamn. If I reach over right now, it's done. But no. Trust the cheat. Trust the system.'
With a deep breath, Liam kept his eyes forward and chose Option 1 in silence. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, straining against the fabric, but he forced his body still.
Tasha noticed the bulge immediately. Her eyes dropped to his lap, widening slightly at the size pressing against the denim. She smirked, leaning closer.
"You're… packing," she said in a low voice, meant to sting him into breaking. "And still not doing anything? How far gone are you that you're just sitting there?"
Her words twisted like hooks in his gut. He wanted to rip his clothes off and take what she was offering, but he stayed locked in place, face set like stone.
Frustration burned across Tasha's features. She snapped her head toward the windshield. "Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop. The. Car!" Her voice cracked with anger.
Confused, Liam pulled over to the curb. Before he could speak, she yelled again, "Get out."
He blinked at her, stunned. But she wasn't joking. He stepped out slowly, standing by the roadside, the night breeze cooling the sweat on his neck.
Tasha killed the engine, shoved her door open, and stepped out too. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she circled the car, her face unreadable. Liam frowned.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she swung open the back door, slid inside, and spread her legs wide across the backseat.
Her panties were on full display, the pink lace stretched tight over the curve of her pussy lips.
She leaned back, lips curling into a dangerous smile.
"I want you," she said, her voice low, deliberate.
No one had ever resisted her this long. Not once.
She was sure now that he would cave, just like all the others before him. This was her final card.
Liam's throat went dry. Every nerve screamed at him to jump in, to give her what she was begging for. But deep down he knew.
'Trap. She's baiting me. Testing me.'
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
Her face burned red instantly, the confident smirk breaking into cracks.
She fumbled, pulled her skirt back down, and slid out of the car without another word.
Embarrassment clung to her every step.
She stomped toward the driver's side, hand reaching for the handle, ready to leave him stranded after all.
And then time froze.
[Option 1: Stop her and ask what's wrong. Reward: +35 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Let her go. Reward: +1 Lust Points]
The world hung still. Liam didn't hesitate this time. He chose Option 1, reaching out and catching her wrist gently before she could slip into the driver's seat.
"What's wrong?" His voice came out softer than he expected.
Tasha stopped. She turned and looked at him, really looked, for a long moment. Then her eyes welled up.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and the tears came.
Liam froze, his mind racing. 'Wait. What the hell did I say? Did I mess this up somehow?'
The street was quiet and empty, the dim glow of a distant streetlight and the faint hum of the city beyond.
He glanced around, confirming they were alone, then gently pulled her toward the back seat of the car.
"Hey, come on. Don't cry," Liam said quietly, not sure what else to do.
"I'm sorry for everything," Tasha said, her voice barely audible through the tears.
'So this is what the cheat actually does,' Liam thought, fighting back a smile.
"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong." He paused, then asked carefully, "Why'd you do it, though?"
She wiped her face with the back of her hand, taking a second to compose herself before answering.
"It's something I picked up from my dad. I always assume the worst about guys," Tasha said finally.
Liam watched her for a moment, then asked, "Why do you hate your father so much?"
She went quiet. Her fingers twisted together in her lap, and she stared down at them for a long second before looking back up at him.
"When my mom died, he didn't even mourn her. Didn't give a shit.
He married someone else right away. I watched him erase her like she was nothing." Her voice cracked.
"Since then, I've hated every man I've met. They're all selfish, manipulative, disgusting. I test them because I want to prove they're all the same."
Liam felt something twist in his chest.
"I wish I had the chance to hate mine," he said quietly. "But I never knew him. He died before I could remember anything. My mom... she got sick a few years ago. She's still fighting it."
Her expression softened. "I'm sorry."
She shifted closer and rested her head against his chest. The weight of her there made his heart pound so hard he was sure she could hear it. She did, she laughed softly and lifted her chin to look at him.
"Your heart's going crazy. I was starting to think you didn't find me attractive," she teased. "Don't tell me you've never had a girl lean on you like this before?"
His face went hot again. The system chimed.
[Option 1: Tell the truth. Reward: +12 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Lie. Reward: +5 Lust Points]
"No," he said honestly, voice quiet. "I haven't."
Her lips curled into a grin. "Cute. What else haven't you done? Ever kissed a girl?"
A memory of Delilah flashed in his mind, her forcing herself on him. His stomach churned. "Yeah. But not the way you think."
"Head?" she whispered with a sly smile.
The shock hit him like a punch. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He shook his head quickly. "Nope."
She smirked, eyes dark with intent. The look in her eyes now suggested she saw him as one in a million, so innocent, and she wanted to ruin him.
The system beeped. [+12 Lust Points Earned]
He looked at the words hovering before his eyes, then glanced up at the number above her head :
[100/100]
She leaned back, eyes glinting with something fierce. "Why don't we change that?"
Her hand dropped onto his thigh like she owned it. Her fingers crawled higher, slow and deliberate, until she was right against his cock. She pressed her nails in through the denim, making him flinch.
"Pathetic," she whispered. "You're already straining for me, and I haven't even unzipped you."
His throat went dry.
Tasha grinned wickedly. She dragged her palm over his cock, grinding the fabric into him, slow circles that made his hips twitch against the seat.
Then, just as he gasped, she pulled away like he wasn't worth her time.
Her hand settled lazily on her own thigh. She tilted her head, eyes sharp, voice dripping with challenge.
"You think you deserve more?" she asked. "Then open your mouth and beg for it."