Date, Mate, Roommate

[POST-DATE STATUS SCREEN]

[SARRA DENS – Bond Status] 

• Type: Budding Interest 

• Affection: 59% 

• Lust: 19% 

• Trust: 54% 

• Bond Sync: 1/5 – Shy Chemistry 

[LINA GOSS – Bond Status] 

• Type: Flings / Casual Link 

• Affection: 66% 

• Lust: 75% 

• Trust: 48% 

• Bond Sync: 1/5 – Casual 

The train doors slid open with a hiss. Nash stood with both girls just outside the platform line, metro lights flashing against their skin. He handed each a small stack of C-credit tokens.

"For the ride," he said.

Sarra took hers carefully, eyes warm. "You didn't have to."

Nash gave a half-shrug. "It's a real date if I cover the trip home."

Lina gave him a look, eyebrows raised, lips tugging up like she'd caught something she could work with.

"And here I thought you were just a halfway decent player," she said. "Turns out you got a sugar daddy streak."

She stepped onto the train first, hips swaying like she knew eyes were on her. Then, with a smirk:

"Tomorrow. Don't play without us. We're running it back."

Nash leaned on one foot, letting his gaze rest on them both.

"We don't even need to play. Might just enjoy the company."

That stopped them.

Sarra turned, blinking like she didn't know how to process that line. Then she gave him a small wave, fingers fluttering.

Lina however...

She turned her body halfway and shot him a look, eyes playful. Her right hand came up, two fingers out, slow licking motion. Her left hand hovered low, palm cupped like it was cradling a pair of balls, working them gently in rhythm with the stroke.

No subtlety. No shame. Just heat and dare.

Nash's brows rose.

He let out a sharp laugh, low and knowing.

"Damn," he muttered, watching the doors close behind her, "She really is for the street."

The doors slid shut.

He exhaled and lowered his gaze to his system panel.

"And soon enough... me too."

[ALLOCATING STAT POINTS]

+10 SP:

+3 Control (from 22 → 25): Still inconsistent, but now managing some restraint

+3 Endurance (from 19 → 22): Able to hold on during moderate intimacy

+2 Domination (from 20 → 22): Slightly more confident in presence

+2 Girth (from 8.9 cm → 10.9 cm): Noticeable increase in pressure and feel

+2 BP:

+2 Recovery Speed (from 43 → 45): Slightly less downtime between performances

Nash stared at the screen, fingers curling slowly.

Tomorrow, they wanted to see him again. And tomorrow, he'd be better.

He closed the panel.

Nash dragged his feet down the street, the neon haze of Castlin's slums melting into the quiet of the hour. 

His limbs ached, not just from the physical grind, but the weight of the day itself.

He'd gained money. Not much, but enough to cover the date, pay the metro fares, and even buy Zayela something decent. 

He'd also gotten something no system point could truly measure: his first blowjob.

And, somehow, after all that, the damn day wasn't over.

Nash looked down at his pants.

'Average'

That's what he was now. Not impressive, but not mockable either. 12cm length, girth at 10.9cm. That was survivable.

Still need more control, though, he thought grimly.

He checked his remaining credits, just 123C left out of the 450C he'd started the day with. 

Between the metro fares, fancy desserts, and Zayela's small gift, it all added up fast. Still, it was more than he usually had. 

Enough to survive tomorrow, maybe even treat again if he played his cards right. The girls would be back. Lina especially. She liked power, and she smelled it on him now.

He stopped by a small corner store on the way home and bought a few toiletries, snacks, and a warm hoodie for Zayela. 

Nothing crazy. Just... something. Because now he could.

By the time he reached the door, it was 11:00 p.m.

[SYSTEM ALERT: QUEST DEADLINE APPROACHING]

[TIME LEFT: 59 minutes]

[WARNING: Daily Seduction Quest incomplete!]

Nash froze, eyes wide.

"Wait, what?!"

He opened the seduction tab.

→ SEDUCTION CATEGORY: Social Edge & Arousal Control(Reward: +2 SP upon completion)

• Initiate 3 flirtatious interactions (2/3 Complete)

• Successfully tease or compliment 2 individuals and receive a positive reaction (Success)

• Make at least 1 person blush, become flustered, or flirty (Success)

"I... I only did two?"

Sarra and Lina. He'd juggled both all evening, teased, complimented, even got a blowjob! But the quest clearly required three separate targets.

"Crap," he muttered. "Do I hit the red district? No... too expensive now."

The apartment door creaked open.

Zayela stood there, arms crossed under her tits, one hip popped out, eyes locked on him. Her tank top was loose and clung to her chest in the worst way, thin enough to show the curve, damp from the heat inside.

Her shorts looked like they were about to ride up past decency, cutting high into her thighs. She was glistening... and pissed.

"You're late."

Nash blinked. He hadn't expected her to be up.

"Zay… I—"

"Don't 'Zay' me," she snapped. "You know what time it is? I thought those bastards jumped you."

He stepped in, lifting his hands like that could calm her down. Her body was tense, shoulders squared, nostrils flaring. She wasn't faking it.

"I swear, I was working. Got something done today. Got you something too."

He held the bag out like it was a peace offering. It looked small in his hand.

She didn't move at first. Then she yanked it from him, opened it with one sharp motion.

Inside: a folded hoodie, cheap body wash that smelled like fruit, and that candy she always picked up from the corner shop when she was on her period.

She stared at it.

For a second, just a second, her face twitched. Not anger. Something else. Her lips parted slightly, like she forgot how to breathe.

"What's this?"

"First thing I bought with a little extra. Figured… you deserved something too."

She looked down at the hoodie like it was made of something heavier. Her hand ran over it once, thumb dragging along the stitching. The muscles in her jaw moved, tight and unsure.

Her voice came out flat, low, like she was trying to swallow it before it escaped.

"You serious?"

Nash shrugged, lopsided. Suddenly self-conscious. His heart kicked harder.

"Yeah. I know it's not much, but—"

She turned halfway, eyes not meeting his. Her grip clenched tighter around the bag. She held it against her chest now, right between her arms and breasts, like she needed something to hold on to.

"Idiot."

But it wasn't venom in her voice this time. No bite. Just heat. Gratitude. Something softer she didn't know how to show.

He watched her shift her weight from one leg to the other. The bag rose and fell with her chest. For the first time, her walls slipped. No mask. No smartass comeback. Just a tired girl holding a plastic bag like it was something sacred.

Something cracked between them. Not loud. Not dramatic. But real.

She didn't thank him. Didn't have to. The way her fingers gripped that fabric told him more than words ever would.

And for the first time in a long time, Nash felt like he was holding her, without even touching her.

[Passive Skill – Smooth Talker I]

Charm +5 when engaging women who already hold some affection. Mild persuasion bonus in one-on-one interactions. Flustered reactions more likely when complimenting or teasing.

Zayela sniffed, then gave a small laugh.

"Whatever. Thanks, I guess. Just... don't get yourself killed."

Then, she turned slightly, hesitated, and glanced over her shoulder. 

"Hey... I made something. For once. You hungry?"

Nash blinked, caught off guard. 

"You cooked?"

"Sort of," she said, clenching the bottom of her tank top with a nervous half-smile. "Don't regret it, though. Not tonight."

That simple offer hit harder than expected. Nash exhaled, a bit of the tension leaving his shoulders.

"Yeah. I'd like that."

As he stepped forward to follow her into the small kitchen, a sharp ping echoed in his mind.

[NEW QUEST: INTIMATE COMPASSION]

Target: Zayela Lewis

Type: Non-Sexual Erotic Interaction

• Create a physical moment of emotional vulnerability.

• Must involve gentle skin contact (e.g., massage, hair touch, holding hands)

• No explicit sexual act required.

Reward: +5 BP / +5 SP / All stats +5

Unlock Early Bond Affinity if successful

Nash stared at it.

"Seriously...?"

He looked up at Zayela again, and this time something cracked open in his chest.

Her tank top clung to her skin, thin, damp, and riding up over her stomach like she hadn't noticed or didn't care. Her tits pressed against the fabric, soft but heavy, sweat tracing the curve under each one.

No bra. Just the way they bounced when she leaned forward to grab her phone was confirming it.

The neckline dipped, loose and lazy, giving him a clear view of how full she was. Her nipples pushed faintly against the cotton, perked and obvious.

Her shorts were barely anything, tight, faded, stretched across her hips like they were one squat away from tearing. They rode up the crease of her thighs, exposing smooth skin and the outline of her pussy like it was nothing. When she walked past the light, her inner thighs shimmered with sweat, thick and toned and real.

Every step she took, they jiggled. Not like before. Not like the Zayela he used to joke around with in the kitchen. This was different. This was her body calling attention whether she meant it or not.

Everyone on the block called her a goddess. Guys said it like a joke, but their eyes lingered too long, and nobody corrected them. They meant it. She had that kind of body, built to wreck a man's focus.

And Nash? He'd spent years pretending not to notice. Not because it wasn't obvious, but because she was blood related.

That excuse was wearing thin.

Especially now.

Especially with the system crawling through his thoughts, sliding under his instincts, whispering that he'd get stronger, faster, richer for things that felt fucked up. Things like this. It didn't care about rules. It only cared about domination. About conquest.

He clenched his jaw. The worst part? The guilt didn't hit like it used to. It barely even registered.

This wasn't how shit was supposed to go. But this wasn't a clean world. Down here, lines blurred. Roam didn't hesitate, he'd fucked both girls on the team, left them limping, and nobody said a word.

Nash looked at Zayela again. At the way her thighs spread just a little when she sat on the edge of the bed. At the way her chest bounced once before settling. He stared too long.

"Predators eat," he muttered. "Or get eaten."

"You okay?" she asked, turning her head. Her voice was soft. Casual.

He hesitated. Opened his mouth. Closed it. His hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing like he could drain the heat building in his spine.

He looked away. Then back at her. This time lower.

"I'm good," he said. Voice quieter now. "Just thinking."

She raised a brow, but didn't press.

"You look tired," he added, eyes narrowing on the curve of her hip. "Why don't you sit down for a bit? Let me take care of you… for a change."