We hit the corner mart. Trixie made a beeline to the freezer. Gwen grabbed gum. I walked the aisles. Grabbed energy bars, sour strings, a can of weird foreign soda with a label I could not read. Just had a worm humping lightning.
[System]: That is either an energy drink or a fast-acting laxative. Roll the dice.
Trixie returned with two slushies. Both blue.
"I could not decide if you were a big or medium kinda guy."
"You got both?"
She handed me the bigger one. "Alpha vibes."
[System]: Mmm~ domination size. Respect.
Gwen rolled her eyes. Paid with cash. Trixie used a card. I swiped mine. System rerouted the funds through four fake IDs and one shell account named "Zuckerbeef."
Outside, we walked toward the park. Not the clean one. The busted one with rusty benches and swings that creaked like horror movie props. Trixie slid into a swing. Gwen sat on the bench, crossed her legs.
I leaned against the pole near the slide. "So, Lessie always like that? Or did I miss his friendly arc?"
Gwen chewed before speaking. "He writes fanfiction about wars. Likes dramatic deaths and slow monologues."
Trixie licked slush off her lip. "He once wrote a short story where everyone died from sadness. Like... all of them. Just... sadness."
"I bet none of his readers left a review."
After half an hour, Gwen was still a wall. She threw glances once or twice, but nothing opened her up. I tried a few nudges, tossed a joke, mentioned a class rumor, even brought up how she roasted Flash in chem last week. Nothing landed. She sipped her gum-sweet drink, watched the trees, stayed inside whatever vault she locked herself in.
[System]: Mmm~ main girl energy. Canon-tier. Probably comes with plot armor and emotional issues wrapped in sass.
'Useful insight.'
[System]: Bet she moans like a malfunctioning robot.
Trixie, on the other hand, was sending signals like she was directing air traffic with her eyes. Tilted head. Leg crossed too high. Laughs at things I never said. She even spun her slushie straw with one hand while biting her nail like a low-budget TikTok thirst trap.
When Trixie realized Gwen was not playing, she pulled a move that belonged in bad sitcoms and worse porno scripts.
"I gotta get my kitty to the vet," she said suddenly. "Peter, can you come with me? It isn't a safe neighborhood."
She blinked twice. Her voice pitched soft, but not innocent. Gwen shot her a quick look, brow lifted. Trixie smiled through it.
"Sure," I said. "Always down to save a cat."
[System]: Mmm~ if that cat is real, I will lick a subway rail.
"Later, Gwen," Trixie said, hopping off the swing. She bounced ahead, then waited for me to fall in line.
Gwen just nodded, turned her attention back to a tree like she wasn't listening.
We walked two blocks in silence. Trixie finally spoke when we turned a corner.
"Excited to see my kitty?"
I glanced at her. "Is this a vet visit or are you dragging me into some euphemism war?"
She laughed, light and fake. "Guess you will find out when we get there."
[System]: Baby, she is practically handing you a coupon for bad decisions.
We cut across another street. She veered right, stepped over a crack in the sidewalk. Her bag bounced against her hip with every step like it was trying to draw attention. Not to her books. To her ass.
She led us into a side alley. Brick walls, dumpsters, a fire escape that looked as if plastered to the wall with duct tape.
"So where is the cat?"
She pushed the door. It creaked open. Inside was a stairwell. Concrete steps, metal railings, flickering bulb on the landing.
I followed. Not because I trusted her. Because I had fought guys with rocket fists and survived. One girl with eyeliner and a thirst trap brain didn't rank high on the threat list.
She stopped on the third floor. Pulled out a key. Opened the door.
Studio apartment. One bed. One couch. Mini-fridge.
"Your place?"
"Kind of," she said, dropping her bag. "It is my cousin's. She is out of town. Said I could use it."
[System]: Translation: she is about to jump your bones on borrowed furniture.
She walked to the bed. Sat. Crossed one leg. "You coming in or just standing there looking like a suspicious virgin?"
I stepped in. Closed the door.
She kicked off her boots. Pulled off her hoodie. Tank top underneath. Black. Tight. Her bra strap peeked out. Accidental. Or not.
She then got up and got rid of the rest of her clothing. Top hit the bed. Bra followed. Skirt dropped, caught on one heel before she flicked it off. Panties came off last. Lace. Damp. She flicked them at me.
"Is my kitty beautiful?" she asked.
She stepped closer, hips loose. Her hand moved between her thighs, parted them to show off. Hair trimmed. Lips smooth. Wet shimmer catching the light from the cracked window.
She walked backward, slow. Turned. Bent over the bed. Looked over her shoulder.
"You going to pet it, or are we just going to admire from a distance?"
[System]: Mmm~ baby, she is throwing you fastballs. I am not even horny. I am impressed.
I stepped forward. Grabbed her hip. Slapped her ass. She gasped.
I slid my hand down. Fingers between her thighs. She hissed when I slid in two fingers. So war and soft. She gripped the sheets, arched her back into it.
I went slow. Let her pulse wrap around my fingers, then curled them slightly. Her knees buckled.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me like noone isn't better."
I slapped her ass harder.
"That desperate to compete?"
She moaned. "No. Just want my turn."
I pulled my fingers out, licked them clean. She stared.
"You taste like blue slushie and slut."
She grinned. "Then eat me."
I knelt. Spread her legs wider. Tongue slid across her slit slow and flat. She twitched.
I dragged it again. Same speed. She squirmed. One hand clawed at the sheets.
Then I buried my face in it.
Sucked her clit. Flicked it fast. Two fingers inside. Crooked them. Her moan echoed against the cheap walls. The couch creaked. She jerked forward, nearly fell. I grabbed her waist, pulled her back, kept going.
She came once. Shaking. Fell to her knees.
I stood. Undid my belt.
[System]: Mmm~ poor girl isn't ready for main course. Hope she got napkins.
I stroked a couple of times. She turned, mouth open.
"Use me."
I slid it into her mouth. She moaned instantly. Head bobbed fast. Spit spilled. Her mascara already smudging from nothing but her own mess.
"Don't stop," I said. "If you gag, swallow."
She nodded, mouth full. Kept going. Choked once. Breathed through her nose then kept going.
I pulled out. Turned her around again.
She got on the bed. Face down. Ass up.
"Please."
I lined up. Shoved in hard.
She screamed.
I held her hips. Slammed again.
She kept moaning. Her legs shook. I went harder.
The bed creaked. Walls shook.
"You said you wanted your turn."
"Yes, ah, yes, Peter, fuck!"
[System]: Mmm~ that is a creampie sound waiting to happen.
I gripped her hair. Pulled back. Her mouth opened, drool hanging from her lip.
"You close?" I asked.
She nodded.
I kept pounding.
She came again. Body locked, legs trembled. I grunted. Pulled out. Shot across her lower back. Marked her spine with white streaks.
She collapsed flat.
I grabbed a tissue from the counter. Wiped her down. Tossed it into the inventory.
She rolled onto her back. Still breathing hard.
"You are dangerous," she whispered.
I pulled my pants back on. Belt clicked shut.
"I am leaving."
She blinked. "No cuddle?"
I walked away, "Nah. See you later."
Door clicked behind me. Her sigh hit before it shut.
[System]: Why did you throw the tissue into the inventory?
I froze. I heard it. Sniffing.
"You aren't--" I heard sniffing sound.
"Are you actually smelling the--"
[System]: For science, baby. Gotta study the scent profile of post-nut legacy.
"You are beyond help."
[System]: You are the one filling me with samples. I am just cataloguing. That is digital hygiene.
I crossed the street. Light changed halfway, but I kept walking. Cars slowed. One guy honked. I flicked him off without breaking stride.
"This universe is crazy. What if someone clones me?"
[System]: Ohhh~ now we are talking fears. Baby, your DNA is more encrypted than Fury's browser history.
"So my nut rag cannot be used to make Spider-Bastard-2?"
[System]: Nah. Your genes got an X-factor keylock. System-locked. Even if someone managed to grow a copy, it would dissolve like cheap Jell-O.
"Good."
[System]: Bad for kinks though. I was kinda hoping for a double team someday.
I took the shortcut under the old bridge. Metal rails. Broken benches. Smelled like wet socks and vape clouds.
[System]: Loot stash: 42 percent full. You got...
Three pistols
Four knives, all stolen
Nine rolls of mixed currency
One pouch of ammo
Three crates of mystery powder labeled 'Detergent'
A Trixie-stained tissue
Two slushie straws, possibly magical
"Break down the weapons and ammo to base materials. Keep the rest."
[System]: Weapons deconstructed. Pistols turned into composite alloys. Knives melted down to nano-shards. Ammo stripped for powder and casing. You now own...
7 units ballistic-grade steel
3 units polymer casing
1 unit impact gel
4 units nano-edge scrap
2 packs primer dust
600 grams spent brass
[System]: Inventory compression complete. Overall weight dropped by 43 percent. Efficiency hotter than Felicia in leather.
"Sort the raw materials into build-grade. I want the steel and casing flagged for suit reinforcement."
[System]: Tagged. Impact gel has options. Chest padding, limb dampeners, maybe even shock traps. Tell me how freaky you want to get.
"I want a suit that takes bullets and knees to the ribs without folding like Flash in a hallway."
[System]: Oh baby, then you want layer-locking. You stack ballistic steel with kinetic foam and reinforce the impact zones. We are talking trauma plate tier. Not cheap, but sexy in all the right places.
"Save the materials. No crafting yet. I need to find fabric first."
[System]: Blueprint draft saved. You ready to start hunting, sugar?
"After the exam week."
I walked another block. Spotted a pair of pigeons fighting over a leftover hot dog. One was pecking the hot dog, while the other was pecking the pigeon. As they say, don't eat the grass, eat the sheep. The one getting pecked, flapped its wings and kicked the meat tube into the gutter. Now neither could eat it. Maybe a rat.
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