I can Use Filthy Game Skills In The Real World-Chapter 74: Allie!

The membership prices caught my eye, and I let out a low whistle.

They were at least three times higher than the average gym membership. Clearly, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Pilates studio.

I quickly messaged her again.

[Me: Great. See you tomorrow.]

[Allie: Message me when you get there.]

Satisfied that our plans were confirmed, I set my phone down and leaned back in my chair.

Just as I was about to dive into some online forums, my phone buzzed again, this time with a call from my mom.

"Hey, Mom," I said, answering with a casual tone.

Her voice carried its usual blend of warmth and no-nonsense attitude.

[Mom: Alex, when are you planning to enroll back in school?]

I glanced at the calendar on my desk and gave her the answer I knew she wanted to hear.

"Next month. I’ll register in February and start in March."

[Mom: Good. It’s not far off now, so make sure you don’t forget. And don’t slack off once classes start.]

"Don’t worry, Mom. I’ve got it under control," I assured her, trying to sound confident.

She softened slightly, though her tone remained firm.

[Mom: Alright. Try to stop by before then so we can see you.]

"Will do."

The call ended, and I leaned back with a sigh, staring at the calendar on my desk.

"Next week, huh?"

The reality of balancing gaming with school started to weigh on me. I couldn’t deny that the upcoming semester would eat into my playtime, but at the same time, the thought of returning to campus with my new appearance made me smile.

Gone were the days of lonely lunches and awkward silences. With my new face and physique, I’d finally be the guy people wanted to be around. I could already picture it: younger classmates flocking to me, lively group projects, and maybe even a party or two.

"Orientation, parties, group projects... Oh man, the possibilities," I murmured, letting the fantasy play out in my mind.

The trade-off felt worth it. Giving up a few hours of gaming for the chance to rewrite my campus experience seemed like a no-brainer.

With renewed motivation, I returned to the forums, scrolling through posts about new strategies and updates.

I paid close attention to tips on charming NPCs and tackling challenging storylines, mentally bookmarking anything that seemed useful.

The next day, I woke up around noon, refreshed and ready to prepare for my meet-up with Allie.

I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water relax my muscles. After drying off, I carefully shaved, ensuring my face was smooth and presentable.

Remembering the high-end vibe of her studio, I decided to put in some extra effort. I styled my hair with wax, something I hadn’t done in ages, and spent a few minutes adjusting it until it looked just right.

Standing in front of the mirror, I took a step back to assess my reflection. My fitted shirt and clean-cut jeans gave off a casual yet polished vibe, and the subtle scent of cologne added the finishing touch.

"This should be good enough, right?" I muttered, tugging at my sleeves for good measure.

The system’s voice chimed in with its usual dry humor.

[Notice: This level of achievement surpasses the standard expectations for men in this country. Based on current metrics, this places you in the top 10%.]

I laughed, shaking my head at its exaggerated compliment.

"Hahaha! You’re not wrong."

Meanwhile, at the studio, Allie ended the call and pocketed her phone, only to realize her coworker, Emma, was staring at her with a knowing smirk.

"Who was that?" Emma asked, her curiosity unmistakable.

"Just someone I know," Allie replied, her tone a little too casual.

Emma’s smirk widened as she crossed her arms. "Really? Are you sure it’s just someone you know?"

Allie hesitated, fidgeting slightly. "Yeah. We’re meeting up later, that’s all."

"And that’s why you looked so happy while answering the phone?" Emma teased, leaning closer to gauge Allie’s reaction.

"What? I did?" Allie’s cheeks turned faintly pink as she averted her gaze.

Emma wasn’t buying her friend’s attempt at nonchalance. Her sharp intuition told her that this "someone" was either Allie’s boyfriend or someone very close to becoming one.

The studio, nestled in an affluent part of the city, catered to an elite clientele. While most members were women, a select few wealthy men attended as well, often vying for the attention of the instructors. Among them, Allie stood out the most.

With her striking beauty, toned yet curvaceous figure, and warm but professional demeanor, Allie had earned the title of the studio’s untouchable gem. She was a challenge that many men attempted to conquer but always failed to reach.

And now here she was, visibly excited about meeting a guy. Emma’s curiosity deepened.

"Now I’m really curious," Emma prodded with a grin.

"It’s nothing," Allie tried to dismiss her, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Oh, come on. You’ve got to tell me!"

"It’s nothing, seriously," Allie said again, though her faltering tone and the way she fidgeted with her hands only made her look guiltier.

Emma raised an eyebrow, her smirk never fading. "Nothing? Then why do you look like you’re blushing just thinking about it?"

Allie felt the pressure mounting and quickly decided to retreat. "I—I have some stuff to do," she stammered, hurrying toward her private office.

Once inside, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, exhaling sharply. Her cheeks were still warm, and her mind was spinning.

How do I even explain that I met him at a club and got hooked because he’s just that good in bed? she thought, horrified at the idea of confessing such a thing.

Shaking her head, she crossed the room and sank into the chair behind her desk. A small smile tugged at her lips as she stared at the blank screen of her computer.

"I can’t wait to see him," she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

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