The landlord's office smelled like stale coffee and dust. Jack slipped in with the stolen pass card, nudged a chair out of line, left a drawer cracked open, a pen angled just enough to look careless.
The System hummed.
[Optional Quest: Sabotage the Office to Create a "Chance" Meeting]
[Progress: 75%]
[Chance Encounter Probability: 89%]
Jack smirked. Perfect.
Then he heard it. Heels clicking like they owned the building. Sharp. Confident.
The door opened.
Helena Cross stepped in.
Tall. Hair pulled back into a severe bun, emerald eyes sweeping the room like a queen inspecting her domain. White blouse stretched over her chest, black pencil skirt hugging her hips, heels tapping the tile like a metronome of authority.
The System purred.
[Character Card Unlocked]
Name: Helena Cross
Age: 36
Archetype: Mature Temptress / Social Queen
Status: Married – high risk, high reward
Appearance: Lethal curves, poised elegance, commanding aura
Bust-Waist-Hip: 38D-26-40
Weaknesses:
Praise (validation addict)
Voyeurism (thrilled by being seen)
Rough Handling (submissive trigger)
XP Yield: 500 (High-Value Target)
Reward Potential:
+500 XP
Control Tier Skill Roll
Asset Tag: "Financial Access"
Quest Tie-In:
"Betrayal for XP" — Optional Target. Stacking Bonus if conquest leads to fallout with husband.
Helena bent over the desk, frowning at the drawer. "Sloppy. Always sloppy."
Jack stepped out of the shadows. "Maybe it's not the drawer that's sloppy."
She spun, startled—then narrowed her gaze. "You. The tenant who never pays rent on time."
The System pulsed.
[Target Weakness Pinged: Praise Hunger]
[Suggestion: Compliment appearance to lower resistance.]
Jack's eyes slid down her body and back up. "Hard to think about rent when you walk around looking like that. Perfect doesn't even cover it."
Her lips twitched. Not a smile, but her chin tilted higher. "Flattery?"
"Truth."
[Weakness Triggered: Praise]
[Control +5 | Resistance lowered]
She turned back to the desk, but her hand lingered on the pen too long. Jack closed the distance, her perfume flooding his senses—expensive, intoxicating.
"You're wasted on a man like him," Jack whispered, close enough to brush her ear.
Her breath hitched. Her thighs pressed together before she caught herself.
The System flickered:
[Weakness Flicker: Voyeurism]
Jack grabbed her hips, grinding against her ass. Helena gasped, palms slapping the desk.
"Careful," she said, voice tight. "You're playing with fire."
Jack growled, shoving her harder against the desk. "Good. I like fire."
He yanked her skirt up, exposing lacy black panties. Her breath caught, sharp and shaky, but she didn't move away.
"You wear these for him?" Jack taunted, fingers dragging over the lace.
"N-no—" she gasped, voice breaking.
"Then you wore them for me."
He ripped them aside and pressed against her slick slit. She moaned, head dropping forward onto the desk.
Jack shoved two fingers inside, curling them hard. Slowly going in and out stroking. Helena's body jolted, a choked cry escaping her lips.
The System chimed.
[Weakness Triggered: Rough Handling]
[Control +10 | Lust +15]
"Already dripping for me?" Jack mocked, fucking her with his fingers. "Pathetic."
"Stop—ah—stop—" she gasped, but her hips rolled back against his hand.
Jack laughed darkly. "Your mouth says stop, but your body's begging."
He pulled his fingers out and shoved his dick into her without warning. Helena screamed, nails clawing at the wood as he buried himself deep.
Her pussy clenched tight around him, soaking already. Jack slammed into her again, the desk creaking with every stroke.
"Say it," he snarled, yanking her hair back so she faced her reflection in the dark window. "Say who you belong to."
Her lips trembled. "I—ah—oh god—I—"
"Say it!"
Her voice broke on a scream. "You! daddy "Im Yours!"
The System roared.
[Quest Progress: 60%]
[Corruption +5 | Bond Strengthened]
Jack pounded harder, each stroke slamming her into the desk, each scream tearing her voice raw. Sweat ran down her spine, dripping onto the papers beneath her.
Her orgasm hit like a bomb. Helena wailed his name, body convulsing around his dick, soaking his thighs as she broke apart.
Jack gritted his teeth, holding her hair tight, grinding into her ruined pussy until she collapsed flat against the desk.
The System's cold voice cut through the heat.
[Micro-Quest: Initiate First Contact — Complete]
[Reward: +100 XP]
Jack pulled out, cum dripping down her thighs. Helena's body twitched, her perfect poise shattered.
"You're mine now," he growled.
She whimpered, eyes glassy. "Yours…"
The office door rattled.
"Helena?" The landlord's voice, rough and close. "What the hell are you doing in there?"
Helena's body went rigid, terror flashing across her face.
The System screamed red across Jack's vision.
[ALERT: Risk Spike — Discovery Imminent]
[Fail Condition: Caught Alone With Target → Reputation -30, Asset Lost (Secretary)]
The door handle twisted.
Jack grinned, holding Helena pinned to the desk.
"Guess he's about to find out."
The landlord's shadow stretched across the office floor. The door creaked open.
Helena's eyes widened in horror.
The System chimed one final line:
[Decision Point: Hide or Push Forward]
[Timer: 5 seconds]
Jack's cock twitched inside her as he whispered, "We're not done."