I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World-Chapter 105: Signal

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.

"This place is pricier, you know."

"Fine, fine. My treat."

"Thanks, dude!" She laughed, and they clinked glasses again, louder this time.

The awkwardness melted away after that. Emma’s guard dropped, and Alex felt himself loosen up too. They started chatting like old friends, the conversation flowing as easily as the beer.

"Huh," Alex thought, leaning back. He hadn’t expected to click with Emma like this. Back in the last quest, it was all quick photos and quicker sex—no time to actually talk. But here, in the real world, she was chill. Laid-back in a way her bold look didn’t scream.

"This is better than the game," he mused. In Nexus World, things moved fast—straight to sex or some kind of hookup the second a quest started. After A-rank, it wasn’t always like that, but still. It was a double-edged sword. No buildup meant you could jump right in, but it also meant things ended as soon as you... well, finished.

Emma’s voice pulled him back. "Wait, you didn’t know about that?"

"Know about what?" Alex blinked, realizing he’d zoned out.

She leaned in, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret. "There’s this professor in the lit department who’s super tight with one of ours. People talk about it, but it’s hush-hush."

"No way. How would I know that?" Alex laughed. "I’ve been checked out of school drama lately."

"Really? It’s not even that big a deal. Just gossip." She shrugged. "I don’t care much about that stuff."

"Oh yeah? What do you care about then?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Me?" Emma paused, twirling her glass. "Uh..."

Alex grinned, sensing her hesitation. He knew what he’d been obsessed with for the last three months: quests. Sex, rewards, the whole deal. But he couldn’t exactly say that out loud.

"Girls," he blurted, then froze. Shit.

Emma’s eyes widened. "What?"

"I mean—uh, not like that!" He scrambled, his face heating up. "I just meant... you know, hanging out. People."

She stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. "Dude, you’re a mess."

"Shut up," he muttered, taking a swig of his beer to hide his grin.

What the hell was that? He hadn’t meant to say it like some dumbass, but the words had just slipped out. Maybe the beer was hitting harder than he thought. freewebnoveℓ.com

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I laughed, leaning back in my chair. "Lately, I’ve been super into girls, you know? Haha!"

Emma raised an eyebrow, swirling her wine glass. "Oh...?"

"Yeah, like, women’s stuff. You know, women’s rights, feminism, all that jazz."

She didn’t say anything, just gave me this look I couldn’t quite read. Then she held out her glass, offering a toast. I tried to play it cool, flashing a quick grin as I clinked my glass against hers and set it down on her coffee table.

I acted like it was no big deal, but I had no clue how it came off to her.

Clink.

The glasses made a soft, clear sound as they touched. Emma and I sipped our wine in silence, the air between us feeling a little heavy.

"So, uh..." I cleared my throat, smirking. "That’s probably why I keep browsing those women’s lingerie sites."

Emma choked on her drink, coughing lightly. "...What?"

My attempt at an excuse clearly flopped. She stared at me, her face blank, like she was trying to figure out how to respond.

Okay, I kinda saw this coming...

Here’s the thing—Emma didn’t know, but I’d already caught a glimpse of her changing once, totally by accident. So talking to her like this? Not as weird for me as it should’ve been.

Still, I didn’t expect her to bring it up so bluntly.

"You just... browse?" she asked, her voice skeptical.

"Yeah, just looking around."

She snorted. "Pfft. Even if I bought something, who’d wear it? Nobody, that’s who."

Emma threw it out there so casually, I decided to match her energy. If she was picking up on my vibe—and I was pretty sure she was—she wouldn’t have any choice but to roll with it.

"Really?" I said, keeping my tone light. "I’m just saying it how it is."

Emma hesitated, her words trailing off. She probably thought I had a girlfriend or a partner or something.

"I just like looking," I added, leaning in slightly. "Didn’t I tell you before? There’s this model on the site who’s got a body exactly like yours."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, yeah! Right, you did say that. Uh... how similar are we talking?"

"Hmm." I pretended to think it over, letting my gaze drift over her for a second. Emma shifted, standing up and turning slightly, like she was showing off without meaning to. Her light blue blouse hugged her curves, and the way she moved made it hard to look away.

Her chest wasn’t too big or too small, just right, and her figure stood out even through the shirt. Below, she had on the same fitted jeans she’d been wearing earlier.

"Well," I teased, "I’d have to see you without clothes to know for sure."

"What?!" Emma’s face turned red, and she plopped back onto the couch, covering herself with her arms like she’d been caught. It wasn’t her intention, but somehow, it came off kinda flirty.

The vibe was perfect—playful, a little tense, just the right amount of spark.

"Want me to show you?" I asked, smirking.

"Uh... what?" Her voice wavered.

"The model’s picture. I can pull it up."

"Oh! Oh, right. Now? Like, out of nowhere?"

"I thought you were curious," I said, shrugging. "It’s just a photo from the site. I’m not showing you anything weird."

She fidgeted but didn’t stop me. "Fine, go for it..."

Emma looked nervous, but her eyes flicked to my phone as I unlocked it. She wasn’t backing down.

Heh, this is fun.

I’m the type who gets a kick out of teasing someone this cute. It’s like a game, and I was winning.

Tap, tap.

I moved slowly on purpose, letting her stew while I pulled up the shopping site. The homepage popped up, all soft colors and models in lacy outfits.

Emma swallowed hard—I swear I heard it from where I was sitting. Ignoring it, I scrolled to the picture I’d saved. The model was in the "best sellers" section, posing confidently in a set of black lingerie, legs slightly apart.

"Here she is," I said, holding out my phone.

Emma’s eyes locked onto the screen. "Oh..."

"Doesn’t she seem familiar?" I asked, grinning.

Even if Emma had wanted to call me out right then and there, she couldn’t. I mean, what do you say when someone shows you a picture of a half-naked model and says she looks like you?

But instead of freaking out, Emma just stared at the photo, her eyes shaky but curious.

"Got it?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Yeah... especially her legs," she mumbled.

"Exactly." I tilted the phone so she could see better, zooming in on the model’s thighs.

Thud.

Her foot bumped my knee under the table.

"Oh, crap, sorry!" she squeaked, pulling back.

"No big deal," I said, waving it off.

Emma crossed her legs, sitting up straighter, but her eyes darted back to the phone like she couldn’t help herself.

She’s so obvious.

She grabbed my phone, scrolling through the pictures herself. I pretended not to notice, but anyone could tell she was hooked.

"Maybe... yeah, I see it," she said, laughing nervously. "Haha."

I decided to push it a little further. Stretching out my leg, I nudged her knee with my foot. "You’d look good in something like that."

Her face froze. "...What?"

She didn’t sound mad, though. Her head dipped, her voice shaky, and her cheeks were pink. Not embarrassed—more like... excited.

"Want to try it?" I asked, lowering my voice.

Emma went quiet. Slowly, she set my phone down and looked up at me. Her dark eyes were trembling, but she held my gaze.

And that was the signal.

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"Oh god... am I losing it? Seriously..."

Smack, smack, smack.

Even as Emma worked her tongue eagerly, she knew this whole thing was wild.

It wasn’t enough that she’d brought a guy she’d only met twice straight to her place. The second he walked in, she was all over him, kissing him like her life depended on it.

Slurp, slurp.

"...Ngh..."

All she did was kiss him, but a weird little moan slipped out from deep inside her. Alex’s tongue moved like he knew exactly what he was doing, guiding her lips with ease.

It was soft. Sweet. Perfect.

Slurp, slurp.

"Haaah..."

Why does it feel... so good?

Emma couldn’t wrap her head around it as they kept going.

From the moment she met him, something about Alex hit her hard. He had this vibe—confident, like he already knew her inside and out, but still chill and easygoing.

When this random guy crouched down and brushed the hem of her skirt earlier, Emma didn’t get mad or confused. Nope. She got excited. Secretly, stupidly excited.

That’s when it started.

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