Tasha pulled her black tank top back on, the fabric clinging to her still-flushed skin.
She tugged her short brown skirt down her thighs with sharp, efficient movements, like she was getting ready for battle rather than leaving a car where she'd just sucked a guy's soul out through his cock.
"We're done here," she said, her tone flat and commanding. She climbed out of the back seat and moved to the passenger side, smoothing down her leather jacket. "Get yourself together and drive."
Liam blinked, still catching his breath, his brain struggling to process the shift. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me." She glanced back at him through the open door, one eyebrow raised. "Pull your pants up and get in the driver's seat. We're not sitting here all night."
There was something about the way she said it , bossy, dismissive, but with an edge that made his cock twitch despite having just emptied himself down her throat minutes ago.
She wasn't being cruel, just... in control. And fuck if that wasn't doing something to him.
'Is she serious? She just gave me the best head of my life , my only head , and now she's acting like I'm wasting her time?'
He fumbled with his jeans, yanking them back up and zipping them quickly. His hands were still shaking.
He climbed into the driver's seat while Tasha settled into the passenger side, crossing her legs and staring out the window like nothing had happened.
The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. He started the engine, his grip on the wheel unsteady.
The streetlights blurred past as he drove, neither of them speaking.
Every few seconds, he glanced up at the numbers floating above her head.
[30/100]
'Where the hell did her number go? It was at a hundred just minutes ago.'
He gripped the wheel tighter, trying to make sense of it.
'Maybe... maybe it resets after I finish? Like the system starts over once I actually get what I was working toward?'
She kept her gaze fixed on the passing buildings outside.
Finally, her voice cut through his thoughts. "You know where you're going, right?"
"Yeah," he managed.
She nodded once, and they fell back into silence.
The drive felt longer than it should have, each minute stretching as Liam tried to figure out what the hell just happened and what it meant.
When they arrived in front of his apartment building, Liam killed the engine.
The sudden quiet felt louder than the drive. Tasha reached for the door handle, clearly about to get out and leave.
"Wait," he said quickly.
She paused, her hand on the handle, and looked at him. "What?"
He swallowed. "That was quite the detour we took."
Tasha's lips twitched slightly. "That's one way to put it."
"I mean... We drove all the way out here because of me. And then we took that whole detour because of me too." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"My conscience won't be alright knowing you're driving home alone this late after all that. Why don't you stay?"
She studied him for a long moment, her blue eyes sharp.
Then that familiar smirk spread across her face. "Are you trying to get me into your place to do things with me?"
His face went hot instantly. "What? No! I just meant , "
She laughed, the sound genuine and warm. "Relax, Liam. I'm joking." She pulled her hand away from the door handle. "Alright. I'll stay."
He handed her the car keys, and she pocketed them before opening her door.
They walked toward the building entrance, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Liam fumbled with his apartment keys at the door, hyper-aware of her standing behind him.
Inside, Liam flicked on the lights.
His apartment was modest but clean , a decent couch against one wall, a small coffee table in front of it, and a TV on a stand.
The kitchen area was cramped but organized, everything in its place. Nothing fancy, but it wasn't a dump either.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing toward the couch. "Are you hungry? I can make something."
Tasha sat down, tucking one leg under her. "Anything's fine."
He moved to the kitchen, pulling open cabinets and checking what he had. Instant ramen, some eggs, a few vegetables that were still good.
Nothing impressive, but he could make it work. He filled a pot with water, set it on the stove, and started chopping vegetables while waiting for it to boil.
A few minutes later, he brought over two bowls of ramen with fried eggs on top, steam rising from the broth. She took hers without hesitation.
"Thanks," she said, digging in.
Liam sat beside her, watching as she ate. He couldn't help himself. "You like this stuff?"
She glanced at him mid-bite, noodles in her mouth. "What stuff?"
"The..." He gestured vaguely at the bowl. "Nothing. Never mind."
She swallowed, giving him a curious look but didn't push it.
They ate in comfortable silence, the only sound the soft slurping of noodles and the occasional clink of chopsticks against bowls.
Tasha was clearly wealthy , her clothes, her car, the way she carried herself. But she didn't wrinkle her nose at his cheap meal or make him feel like shit for not having more to offer.
'She's actually cool with this?'
After they finished eating, Liam collected the bowls and rinsed them in the sink. When he turned back, Tasha had stood and was wandering around the small apartment.
Her eyes landed on a framed photo on the shelf near the TV. She picked it up, studying it.
Liam walked over and saw what she was holding. It was an old picture from high school , him with a girl, both of them grinning at the camera, her arm slung around his shoulders.
"You looked different back then," Tasha said, tilting the frame toward the light. "Younger, and Cute."
He walked closer, feeling his cheeks warm slightly. "Yeah, that's from a few years ago."
She looked at the girl in the photo, then back at him. "Who's the girl with you?"
"Clara," he said quietly. "My best friend from high school. She was also... my first crush."
Tasha's eyes flicked to his face, reading him. "First crush, huh? What happened?"
"Nothing. She never knew." He shrugged. "And then we just stayed friends. I moved away for college, and we kind of lost touch."
"That sucks," Tasha said, setting the photo down carefully.
"Yeah." He changed the subject quickly. "So, uh... you need anything? Water? Something else?"
She stretched, rolling her shoulders. "Can I use your shower?"
"Yeah, of course. It's through there." He pointed toward the bathroom.
She disappeared inside, and moments later he heard the water start running.
While she showered, he pulled out a clean T-shirt from his wardrobe , plain white, oversized.
He set it on the couch, then busied himself tidying up the kitchen.
When she emerged fifteen minutes later, hair damp and face scrubbed clean, droplets of water still clinging to her neck, he handed it to her.
"Thought you might be more comfortable in this," he said.
She took it, her expression unreadable. "Thanks."
She disappeared back into the bathroom to change.
When she came out in his shirt, it barely hit her thighs, thin fabric showing the shape of her tits and the hard points of her nipples. Her wet hair stuck to the collar, making her look like sin in his clothes.
Liam swallowed hard, forcing his eyes away.
They settled on the couch. Liam grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until he found a movie. Some action flick neither of them cared about.
Tasha curled up on one end, and Liam stayed on the other, keeping a respectful distance.
But as the movie played, explosions and car chases filling the screen, she shifted closer. Not dramatically, just... closer.
Her shoulder brushed his.
Then her head tilted toward him slightly.
'Is she doing this on purpose?'
He didn't move, didn't push his luck.
The movie continued, but he barely processed what was happening on screen.
Eventually, her breathing evened out, and he realized she'd fallen asleep.
He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her carefully, then leaned back himself, exhaustion finally catching up.
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, pulling Liam from sleep.
He blinked, momentarily disoriented, then remembered where he was. He looked over at the couch , empty.
The blanket was folded neatly on the armrest.
A note sat on the coffee table, ~Had to leave early. Thanks for last night.~
He stared at it, feeling something twist in his chest. Then he shook it off and got ready for class, moving through his morning routine on autopilot.
The walk to campus felt longer than usual, his mind replaying fragments of last night. By the time he reached the philosophy building, students were already streaming through the doors.
Liam arrived at Miss Kelly's classroom and dropped into his usual seat. Kelvin was already there, grinning like an idiot.
Miss Kelly stood at the front, wrapping up her explanation on Kantian ethics, her marker squeaking against the whiteboard.
"Yo, Liam," Kelvin whispered, leaning over with a grin. "No wonder you're late today. Bet Tasha kept you busy last night, huh?"
Liam kept his face neutral, even as the memory of Tasha's lips wrapped around his cock flashed through his mind. "Nothing crazy happened. She just gave me a ride home and that's all."
'Best fucking night of my life, but he doesn't need to know that.'
Kelvin's grin widened. "Well, let me tell you about my night. Kira and I..."
"I don't need details," Liam cut him off quickly.
"Come on, man! It was incredible. That girl is..."
"Kelvin. No details."
Kelvin laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, alright. But trust me, it was worth the whole study group setup."
'Of course it was,' Liam thought, shaking his head.
Miss Kelly's heels clicked as she moved from behind her desk. She wore a tight red blouse today, the buttons straining across her chest, and a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ass.
"So that's the core principle of moral duty according to Kant," she finished, setting down her marker.
"Now, I've graded your presentations from last week. Everyone, please come up and collect them from the table."
Students began filing to the front, chairs scraping against the floor. Liam stood and made his way forward, weaving between desks.
As he approached the table, glowing text appeared above Miss Kelly's head: [65/100]
[Target Bio: Miss Kelly. Age 30. Single. She loves when younger guys stare at her tits and ass in tight clothes. She's into young guys. Showing off gets her wet, so she keeps dressing like this tight, short, and tempting enough to make them look twice]
Liam's pulse quickened. He reached for his graded presentation, scanning the score , an A. Not bad.
Miss Kelly looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "Excellent work, Mr. Carter. You're really improving this semester."
Time froze.
The classroom went silent. Students mid-step locked in place like statues. Miss Kelly's smile remained fixed, her eyes unblinking. Even the dust particles in the air hung motionless.
[Option 1: "Thank you, Miss Kelly. I appreciate the feedback." +0 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "Thank you, Miss Kelly. You look gorgeous today. Like always. If you weren't my teacher, I'd have asked you out by now." +5 Lust Points]
[Option 3: "Thanks. Though I have to admit, it's hard to concentrate in class when you dress like that. Not complaining though." +2 Lust Points]
He made his choice.
Time crashed back into motion.
He met her eyes directly. "Thank you, Miss Kelly. You look gorgeous today. Like always."
Her eyes widened slightly, and a flush crept up her neck.
He leaned in just a fraction, keeping his voice low enough that only she could hear. "If you weren't my teacher, I'd have asked you out by now."
The number above her head flickered.
[70/100]
Miss Kelly's cheeks turned pink, and she touched her hair self-consciously. 'That new shampoo is definitely working,' she thought, trying to compose herself.
"Thank you, Mr. Carter," she said, her voice softer than before.
"That's very kind of you to say. And again, excellent work on the presentation. If you ever need help with anything, my office hours are open. You're always welcome."
"I appreciate that, Miss Kelly," he said, flashing a small smile before turning away.
He walked back to his seat, barely able to contain his grin.
'I fucking love this system.'
[New Task Unlocked: Meet Sofia Rain at the Green initiative later tonight]
Kelvin raised an eyebrow as Liam sat down. "Dude, what were you talking to Miss Kelly about?"
"Nothing," Liam said casually, sliding his presentation into his bag. "Just thanking her for the grade."
Kelvin looked at Liam then shrugged it off.
Liam leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting to the window.
"I've got a weird feeling the meeting's gonna be boring," Liam said under is breath.