Still lost in my thoughts, I followed the free bus back to the lower district where I lived.
The free bus was one of the few rare inventions meant for less-privileged civilian humans. I had never paid it much attention before, but tonight, I was grateful it existed.
Thirty minutes later, the bus rolled into the lower district, and we all got off.
I breathed in the familiar, stale air. Loud conversations echoed around me, the faint smell of alcohol hung heavy, and every now and then, soft moans drifted in from somewhere nearby.
"Hey, Kai."
A hand suddenly patted my back, snapping me out of it as I walked along the slightly messy street.
"Boss was looking for you since you didn't show up for work last night."
I turned around and saw a slightly middle-aged man standing there, looking at me. His name was Luka, and he worked in the logistics warehouse where I worked.
Shrugging nonchalantly, I replied, "I'll meet him later. For now, I have to handle something important."
Waving him off, I didn't offer any further explanation and quickened my pace toward my house.
Luka's mouth parted slightly, like he wanted to say something more, but he stopped himself.
Seeing that, a low sigh slipped from my lips.
Finally, after a three-minute walk, I arrived at my house.
Just as I was about to step inside, a slender woman walked out from the door beside mine.
"Hey, Kai." She waved lightly. "My phone's a little low. Can I come charge it at your place?"
I glanced up at her, momentarily confused. I almost asked—
'Don't we share the same light connection?'
—but the thought died before it reached my mouth.
I had to get rid of my old, stupid self. I knew for a fact the previous me would have blurted something like that out without thinking.
And just as the goddess of lust had said… maybe women really did prefer men who took initiative.
'Using this chance, maybe… I could gain some ero points. Maybe even a class to supplement that.' With the decision made, I offered her a casual smile.
"Sure… I also offer free massage services. For ladies only."
"Oh?" Jane raised a brow, clearly surprised by my sudden boldness.
"I'll take you up on that offer. Give me a moment to change into something… more comfortable." She gave me a light wink before slipping back into her apartment.
A few moments later, she stepped out again, this time dressed in a white, transparent silk dress that clung loosely to her figure.
The moment my eyes landed on her, my cock stirred and hardened, the reaction immediate and undeniable.
Her gaze flicked downward for half a second, lingering just long enough to notice the outline beneath my trousers, but she pretended she hadn't seen a thing.
I cleared my throat and gestured for her to follow me inside.
Jane was my long-time neighbor.
Over the past few years, she'd made countless advances using excuses so flimsy they were almost insulting. Her PC had "spoilt" after turning on caps lock. Her electricity had "issues" when she'd only flipped the switch.
There had been many such encounters over the years. And every single time, she always wore something revealing. Something that left very little to the imagination.
Back then, I hadn't cared. My attention had been wasted on that bitch, Elena. But now… looking at Jane properly, I realized that while she wasn't as striking as Elena or the goddess, she had a charm that crept up on you if you weren't paying attention.
Jane followed me inside without hesitation, stepping into my apartment like it was her own.
A faint breeze brushed against her gown, parting the fabric just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage and flashes of her smooth, unmarked thighs.
"Hand me the phone. I'll plug it in before we start the massage." I turned to her with an easy smile.
"Ah… alright." Jane said quickly, fumbling with the phone in her pocket. It slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.
It looked accidental.
But I caught the slight tilt of her wrist. The way she'd loosened her grip at the last second.
She turned around and bent down slowly, reaching for the phone.
At the same time, she murmured, "Sorry… I don't know why I'm suddenly so clumsy."
The view presented to me was anything but subtle. Her plump ass was barely concealed by the hazy fabric of her gown, the curve full and deliberate.
My cock pressed hard against my pants, throbbing with a dull ache.
I swallowed quietly and watched. She leaned forward and stayed there just a second too long before finally picking up the phone. Even when she straightened, her movements were slow, unhurried, meant to be seen.
"Here." Jane handed me the phone, her lips curved in a faint smile.
I took it, my eyes lingering briefly on her cleavage, the fabric struggling to keep everything contained.
Resisting the urge to reach out, I turned and headed for the bedroom, plugging her phone in.
The charging symbol appeared.
'84%.'
I almost scoffed.
'So that's how it is. She's not here to charge a phone.'
A smirk tugged at my lips as I grabbed a bottle of oil. I didn't know shit about proper massages, but I figured I could improvise.
When I returned to the living room, my steps slowed.
Jane was already seated on the couch in the middle of the parlor, her legs crossed in a way that revealed her inner thigh without fully exposing it.
My cock reacted instantly.
Keeping my expression steady, I said, "I brought some oil for your massage."
Jane glanced at the bottle. "Thank you."
She leaned back against the couch, her clothes shifting, slipping just enough to tease.
"It'll have to be skin-to-skin," I said evenly. "That's how it works best."
She paused for a brief moment, then nodded.
Reaching for the hem of her dress, she slowly peeled it downward. She did it with experience, with control. Nothing vital was exposed, yet the reveal was maddening all the same.
When she was done, she stretched out on the couch once more.
Her bare, soft butt faced me, and as she settled in, her breasts pressed outward slightly at her sides.
I uncapped the bottle and let the oil pour onto her smooth back.
"Hah… a little cold," Jane murmured.
Then, finally, my hand came down and made contact with her skin.