The speedometer read 170 km/h, and Ethan kept the wheel steady while the city turned into a blur of lights around him.
[Mission complete. +5 Lux. Nicely done, bad boy.]
Ethan allowed himself a small grin, Sara's screams and laughter still ringing in his ears.
Then another notification popped up:
[New Mission: Bad boys gotta take their chances]
[Keep the speed and use your hand to make Sara cum]
[Reward: 20 Lux]
Ethan swallowed hard. "You've gotta be kidding me…"
[What? Don't tell me you're not dying to do it. Besides, look at her face—she's practically begging for it.]
He glanced at her. Sara's hair was wild from the wind, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short bursts. She was laughing, high on adrenaline, her thighs pressing together under her skirt.
Ethan clenched his teeth, overtook a car on the left, and with his free hand slid his fingers across her thigh.
Sara's eyes widened. "E-Ethan, what the—!"
"Trust me."
She opened her mouth to protest, but it came out as a moan the moment his hand moved higher, brushing aside the skirt and grazing the wetness of her panties.
[Confirmed: Panty status = ocean level.]
"You idiot…" Sara muttered, biting her lip. But instead of stopping him, she spread her legs a little wider.
Ethan dodged a car that swerved into his lane without slowing down, his fingers now rubbing against the soaked fabric. His eyes flicked between the road and Sara's face—she was squirming in the seat, clutching the seatbelt like her life depended on it.
"E-Ethan… the cars…!"
"I'm in control."
His hand slipped under the drenched fabric, fingers brushing her bare slit. Sara let out a choked cry, her back arching against the seat.
[Yes! Multi-tasking 101: driving and fingering like a pro.]
Sara's moans grew louder, muffled only by her hand over her mouth as her hips rocked desperately against his fingers. The car kept flying at 170 km/h, weaving through traffic while Ethan pumped his fingers faster.
"S-stop…! Someone will see us…!"
"Then close your eyes," he muttered, plunging deeper.
Sara trembled, her body tensing for a split second before the orgasm ripped through her.
"E-Ethan…!! Don't stop… more…!"
She screamed his name, thighs squeezing his hand tight as her whole body shook uncontrollably.
Ethan grinned, barely easing his grip on the wheel as he held her through the wet contractions around his fingers.
When her breathing finally slowed, the system notification flashed in front of him:
[Mission complete. +20 Lux. Bonus: Sara's trust +5. Sexual attraction +20.]
Ethan slowly pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean with no shame. Sara, still panting, stared at him with bright eyes and a flushed face.
"You bastard…" she whispered, but couldn't hide the satisfied smile curling her lips.
[Correction: bastard bad boy. And it suits you perfectly.]
The drive back was silent. Ethan finally slowed down as they neared Sara's neighborhood. She leaned against the seat, chest rising and falling, her legs still trembling.
When the car stopped in front of her house, Sara opened the door and hurried out. But after just a few steps, her shaky legs betrayed her and she stumbled.
"Sara!" Ethan jumped out and caught her before she hit the ground.
She bit her lip, embarrassed. "Let me go… I can do it myself."
Ethan had already noticed what she was trying to hide: her skirt was soaked through, her fluids leaving a dark mark anyone could notice. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over her.
"Cover yourself."
"E-Ethan… you don't have to—"
He ignored her and scooped her up bridal-style, carrying her toward the entrance despite her weak protests. She squirmed in his arms.
"Put me down! My parents might see—"
At the door, Ethan gently set her on her feet. "It was good seeing you, Sara."
Her cheeks were burning hot.
"Can I get your number?" Ethan asked calmly.
Sara hesitated, then finally whispered it out. "+1 (617) XXX XXXX."
Ethan smiled. "Perfect." He saved it in his phone, then leaned closer.
"One more thing…" he whispered in her ear. "You're soaked. Keep my jacket—you don't want anyone noticing."
Sara turned scarlet, trying to push the jacket back into his hands, but in the end she gave up.
"…Idiot." She rushed inside and shut the door.
Ethan stared at the door with a crooked grin on his face.
[Reward received: 20 Lux. New skill unlocked: "Car Sex Proficiency Lv. 1."]
Ethan returned to his car, still smiling. As soon as he sat down, the system chimed in:
[Wow. First "princess carry" unlocked. Romance cliché +10 points. Planning to start your own harem?]
"Shut up," Ethan muttered, starting the engine.
[Come on. Not every day a girl ends up so wet she can't even walk. Congrats, host. Your hands are now illegal in seven states.]
"Don't you ever get tired of being a dumbass?" Ethan grumbled.
[No. That's literally my job. Now, wanna check your stats?]
Ethan sighed. "Go ahead."
[Current Inventory:
—37 Lux Points
—1 Roulette Ticket
—$26,000 in cash]
Ethan frowned. "Twenty-six? Shouldn't it be twenty-one?"
[Accounting error, human. Technically… you did complete the mission of blowing $5,000 on luxury dining. Doesn't matter that the dish ended up all over you—it still counts.]
Ethan blinked. "…So that means I left without paying?"
[Correct. Gangster level +50. Think the restaurant owner will be mad when he realizes the guy he kicked out ate for free?]
The system laughed.
Ethan gripped the wheel, shaking his head but smiling anyway. "Not my problem."
[Exactly. Rule #69 of the system: "If they kick you out, you don't pay."]
Ethan snorted, pulling out his phone. The cracked screen flickered, the swollen battery barely holding a charge. Just remembering Sara seeing that piece of junk earlier made his face heat up.
"I need a new phone. Today."
[Finally, some common sense.]
He turned toward the shopping district. Minutes later, the lights of a huge building with a bitten-apple logo glowed ahead: Mapple Store.
"Perfect." He parked, ready to spend.
[Warning: prepare for the premium experience where you'll pay ten times more for the same thing, but hey—style points.]
"…Shut up. Again."