Chapter 14 - Game

Jon checked his bank account. He had $120, thanks to the extra $30 that was banked in. He did spend a bit more on the coffee the day before, but no matter. While waiting, he had a realization that he could've blackmail Lena.

"System. Does it make a difference how I achieve what I want?"

[Yes. Blackmail and extortion tends to cause the target's maximum corruption rate to be lower. If she willingly submits to you through your plots, the corruption rate is usually higher. Note that this may differ depending on the person's personality.]

That made sense. Essentially, if he corrupted Lena, and she gave herself to him willingly, the ceiling of corruption was higher.

"What happens at the higher levels?"

[You'll have to find out. We don't want to spoil the fun.]

Jon was dressed in his usual running shirt. If he had more money he'd probably spend some of it to buy a nicer set of clothes, because his current outfit was really old and had small cuts and holes. Lena came dressed in the same running outfit.

They walked to the nearby court. It was one of those public courts where people could pay a small fee and use it. It was cheap only $2 for two hours. It was just a short five minutes walk from their apartment.

Lena looked at the racquet he bought, and smiled. "Well, let's get to it, then?"

"I'm going to do some stretches." Jon said.

Lena had a look. "Ah yes."

Jon stretched, rotated his wrists, his elbows, his arms. He was still fat. Still chubby. But he didn't actually hate himself. It was just how he was. He was a big man and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

Lena tied up her shoulder length hair into a ponytail. She tied it slightly shorter, so that it didn't accidentally whip her face if she twisted and made any sudden movements.

"Your husband's at work today?"

"Yeah." Lena said, and she began to stretch. It really flaunted her ample bosoms and bum, she was lean, and shapely, with the right amount of bounciness where it mattered.

Jon shrugged. "What do you usually do if he's around?"

"Stay at home, actually. He'll sleep."

"You mean, sleep together." Jon decided to play a naughty joke, and a little wordplay. "Play bedminton."

Lena shook her head. "I wish."

Jon shrugged, then approached her. "You're barely stretching. Want help?"

Lena didn't resist at all. The way he asked was so natural, so she reached out for his hand, and he pulled her slightly. It was nothing lewd, but, it mean the housewife didn't resist him touching any more.

They were done. "Alright! Let's play!"

Lena's competitive aspects surged out when she played. She was fast, nimble, and surprisingly accurate with her swings and smashes. Jon was getting thrashed, and it didn't help that his eyes kept staring at her chests that swung and bounce around. She didn't have a sports bra.

They played for 45 minutes and they were both really sweaty. "We have the place for two hours. Let's rest for 15 then we go back?" Jon said as he gulped down the bottle of water he brought from home.

Lena sat next to him, and smiled. She didn't keep her distance. "Yeah. That felt good."

"Of course it did." Jon laughed. "You thrashed me! Were you some kind of school champion or something?"

Lena nodded. "No, but close. I was the school ladies' singles runner-up during my final two years! There was another girl that went on to represent the national team, but I was the best of the rest."

"Amazing." Jon said. "I'm playing with a beauty and a super talented woman!"

The housewife's face turned red slightly, and she seemed wistful. As if remembering the past.

Jon then touched her thigh, just a little. "Hey, focus on the present. Come, let's play."

She didn't resist, but his touch tingled her a little. "Ah. Yeah."

They were both out of shape, so the second hour of games were slower paced, and more banter. Lena didn't play for very long, and she lost her stamina for high-intensity games. But she smiled, as they hit the shuttlecocks back and forth.

After the two hours, they were both sweaty and stinky. The indoor court had some ventilation, but because the game required minimal airflow, it meant the hall did sometimes get stuffy from the heat and humidity.

They were exhausted, and Jon felt like his legs was a little jelly. He was so tired that he ended up lying down on the floor next to the court for a while.

Lena squatted next to him, she was similarly tired that her face was drenched with sweat, and her shirt was all wet, that he could almost see her bra.

Jon nodded, and admired the still beautiful housewife. She was so beautiful, and he really wanted to bonk her. But he had to be patient. Still, the naughty thoughts triggered his physical body to react, his dick got erect, and it poked out of his loose pants like a tower.

Lena noticed, of course. It was huge, and she blushed as she admired the mountain. In her mind there and then, she wondered what life would've been if she married someone like Jon instead. At the very least, she'd have him by her side.

At the very least, she briefly fantasized and remembered her earlier fantasies, she'd have a great sex life instead of her current non-existent one. With the size of that thing, he didn't even have to do much to make her feel good.

[Lena Laven's Corruption is now Level 1. Next level - 0/30]

Jon got up from lying down on the ground. His dick was still hard, and he noticed her staring at his dick. "Ah, sorry. Having such a pretty lady so near does make this thing hard. Natural reaction, please don't mind me."

She smirked and giggled. "Really? I'm still a pretty lady, not an old housewife that's washed out and not desirable anymore?"

"Miss Laven, my cock doesn't lie." Jon pointed to the erect cock pushing against his loose pants. It was a lewd joke, but somehow, Lena didn't seem disgusted by it.

"You're funny." Lena said. "And it's time for lunch."

"We stink. We should get a shower before eating, or most places will chase us out."

Lena nodded, and her mind stewed with lewd thoughts. It was such a big thing, and she was really curious how it looked like. So, once they got back to the apartment, she couldn't stand her own desire any more.

She told herself, all she did was helping him clean up.

"Would you like to have a shower at my place?"

He smiled. "Sure."

[You've gained a level! NTR System is now Level 9!]

[Dark Energy Spells Unlocked]

[You've unlocked - Naughty Dreams - 10DE]

[You may now cast the spell, naughty dreams. It causes the target to feel and experience naughty dreams that increases their corruption level and desire. More DE will be needed to overcome stronger targets' mental resistances.]