I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World-Chapter 104: Meeting

Tessa’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on the warm trail of cum sliding down her chest, pooling around her nipples. She swallowed hard, her throat tight with a mix of shock and something else—something new. This was her first time letting a guy finish like this, sprawled out beneath him, her skin tingling where his release touched her.

Normally, Tessa kept things controlled. Sex was on her terms—clean, predictable. If a guy was close, she’d pull him out, finish him off with her hands, and call it a night. Maybe ten times in her life had she even let a guy’s cum touch her skin. But now? Her body was buzzing, alive in a way she hadn’t expected.

"Oh..." Her voice came out soft, almost a moan, as she stared at the sticky mess on her skin. The warmth, the sharp, musky scent—it hit her like a wave. She’d already come three times during sex, each one leaving her trembling, but somehow, she was still aching for more. Her fingers moved on their own, brushing against the cum on her right breast. It was thick, slick, and strangely thrilling.

"Wow," she whispered, barely aware of the way her voice curled with a hint of need.

Alex stood by the bed, his eyes fixed on her. He looked... satisfied, maybe even a little smug, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone teasing, like he already knew the answer.

Tessa’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t look away from him. "I—I don’t know," she mumbled, her voice catching. "Why’s this so... hot?"

Her body answered before her mind could catch up. A shiver ran through her, her core tightening as she met his gaze. Alex’s eyes were steady, warm, like he was seeing right through her. For once, she wasn’t the one in control—and damn, that felt good.

"God," she muttered under her breath, biting her lip. "I’m way too into you."

....

Later that evening, Alex slouched on his couch, scrolling through his phone. A notification pinged—a message from Emma. [When’s the open lecture?]

He blinked, the memory of swapping IDs with her at the festival flooding back. So much had happened since then—nights with Kelly, chasing Tessa’s quest—that Emma had slipped his mind completely. The message was from this morning, and it was already eight at night.

"Oops," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. When he thought of Emma, he pictured her in that lacy lingerie she’d worn so confidently, her soft skin practically begging to be touched. She was different from the others—bold, maybe a little wild. That one night with her had left a mark, probably because it was just the once.

He tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, glancing down with a smirk. Back when he’d been with Emma, he was nowhere near his current stats. Now? Over sixty, and it showed.

"Emma, huh," he said to himself, his mind already wandering. He could see her in fishnet stockings, pressed against him, her breath hot on his neck. Shaking his head, he typed a reply. [Why the open lecture?]

His phone buzzed almost instantly. [I want to buy some food.]

Alex snorted. Classic Emma—straight to the point. [Happy Friday!] he sent, leaning back. Fridays were usually a drag, with morning classes eating up his time, but this one was free in the evening. Perfect.

[This Friday work?] he typed.

....

Emma stood in her bedroom, surrounded by piles of lingerie. She was sorting through her collection, something she hadn’t done in ages. Living alone meant she could hoard as much as she wanted—delicate lace, bold leather, even pieces from her modeling gigs. If she’d still been at her parents’ place, half this stuff would’ve been impossible to hide.

"Hmm," she hummed, holding up a pair of gray panties. They were from her first shoot, a gift from the manager after she’d insisted on keeping what she modeled. The memory made her pause. That day, she’d been so turned on during the shoot that the panties had ended up soaked. When the manager noticed, her face had burned red, but the thrill of it—the embarrassment, the heat—had stuck with her.

Her eyes drifted to the thong in her hand, and her stomach fluttered. That shoot had been her first taste of something... different. Days later, she’d hooked up with the manager in the studio, the memory still vivid enough to make her skin prickle.

"Ugh," she muttered, shaking her head. But then, out of nowhere, Alex popped into her mind. She froze, her fingers tightening on the fabric. Alex, kneeling to wipe her skirt at the festival, his hands careful but confident. It felt... familiar. Like the way the manager had looked at her back then.

"Wait," she said aloud, frowning. Was that why Alex had felt so easy to talk to? The thought made her laugh softly. "Nah, that’s ridiculous."

Her phone buzzed again. [Sure. This Friday evening?]

Emma glanced at the screen, then tossed her phone onto the bed. It was Tuesday. Friday night sounded good—open lecture, some food, maybe more. She smirked, picking up the thong again. It still looked as sexy as ever.

"Yeah," she said to herself. "Friday works."

Emma stood in her room, a pile of lacy underwear spread out on the floor. Maybe it was the sight of those delicate fabrics, or maybe it was the memory of her first photoshoot—the way the camera had made her feel exposed, alive. Whatever it was, a warm, electric buzz settled over her, pulling her under.

She dropped the panties she’d been holding and climbed onto her bed, slipping beneath the soft blanket. Her shorts hit the floor with a quiet thud, forgotten.

....

Friday came faster than Alex expected.

School? That was the last thing on his mind. Still, he wasn’t trying to flunk out, so he dragged himself to the bare minimum—showing up to a few classes, turning in just enough assignments to keep the professors off his back. Every spare moment went to the quests.

Tessa’s quest was finally winding down. Last night’s session replayed in his head: Tessa, usually so commanding, had softened. Instead of her usual dominant streak, she’d lain back, hips tilted, her voice low and pleading as she asked him to take her.

"I need to step it up," Alex muttered to himself, smirking. Tessa had been hooked ever since she got a real taste of him. She listened now, hanging on his words in a way she hadn’t before.

"Guess I’m doing something right," he said, chuckling.

Tessa was coming along nicely, and today was the day he’d meet Emma. If things went well, maybe Emma could be like Kelly—a partner in this game, not just a one-off. He threw on a decent shirt and checked himself in the mirror.

"Do I look... bigger?" he wondered aloud, tilting his head. His reflection seemed sharper somehow, his shoulders broader. Probably just his imagination. "Too much time in VR, man."

The Nexus World quests made his real body feel like a pale comparison, but he was still in decent shape. Shaking off the thought, he grabbed his keys and headed out.

He was meeting Emma at a low-key spot near his place—a small restaurant where you could eat, drink, and let things unfold. A little alcohol never hurt when it came to loosening things up between a guy and a girl.

He got there first, which was a stroke of luck since Emma had picked the place. It was close to campus but not some trendy hotspot, so it wasn’t packed.

"Welcome!" a waiter called out as Alex stepped inside.

"Table for two," he said.

"Right this way."

The place was cozy, with dim lights and wooden tables. The waiter led him to a corner booth—an L-shaped seat tucked away, private but not too closed off.

"Nice," Alex said under his breath. Perfect spot for a night like this.

He barely had time to settle in before a familiar voice cut through. "Yo, you’re already here?"

Alex looked up. Emma stood there, rocking a tight black miniskirt—shorter than the one she’d worn at the festival—and a light blue blouse that hugged her curves. She looked good. Too good.

"Just got here," he said, playing it cool.

"Oh, okay." She slid into the booth across from him, her movements a little stiff.

The air felt... weird. Like they were on a blind date or something. Alex had been alone with Emma before—hell, they’d done way more than talk—but now? It was like they were both fumbling for what to say.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the ice. "So, how old are you, anyway?"

Emma blinked, then laughed. "I’m twenty."

"No way. Same as me?"

"Seriously?" She tilted her head, like she was sizing him up. "I didn’t know that."

All Alex knew about her was that she was a junior. Her age hadn’t come up before. "Guess we can drop the formal stuff then, huh?"

"Yeah, sure," she said, relaxing a bit. "What do we order first?"

They scanned the menu, picking out a couple of easy dishes and some drinks. The drinks came fast—two cold beers that hit the table with a clink. Alex raised his glass. "To Friday nights."

Emma grinned, tapping her glass against his. "To Friday nights."

"So, you buying all the drinks tonight?" she teased, sipping her beer.

"Nah, you owe me from last time," he shot back, smirking.

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