Chapter 406
Chapter 406: Chapter 406
Carrie’s sobs hitched. She looked up—Kim’s pussy hovering just inches above her mouth, glistening, waiting. Carrie’s eyes were red-rimmed, defeated.
"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry."
Kim met my eyes again. Her expression stayed neutral—unreadable. She didn’t speak. She simply lowered herself back down, settling her pussy firmly over Carrie’s mouth once more.
But this time she leaned forward.
Her tongue found Carrie’s clit—slow, deliberate licks at first, then firmer circles. Carrie’s muffled cry vibrated straight into Kim’s core.
I started moving again—slower now, deeper, more measured. No more punishment. Just long, rolling thrusts that dragged the head of my cock along every sensitive spot inside her. I kept one hand on the soft curve of her belly, kneading gently, the other braced beside her head so I could watch her face—watch the way her brows knit, the way her lips parted around Kim’s folds, the way fresh tears slipped free even as pleasure started to overtake the shame.
"You feel that?" I murmured. "No more fighting. Just let it happen."
Carrie’s hips began to roll up to meet me—small, instinctive movements at first, then bigger. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, walls rippling in slow waves. Kim’s tongue never stopped—steady, patient licks that circled her clit, flicked over the hood, sucked lightly, then licked again.
The room filled with wet sounds: the slick glide of my cock inside her, Kim’s soft sighs, Carrie’s muffled moans growing higher, more frantic.
I felt her building—really building this time. No interface needed. Her thighs trembled against my shoulder, her belly quivered under my palm, her breathing turned ragged even with Kim smothering her.
Kim sensed it too. She sucked Carrie’s clit between her lips—gentle but firm—and held it there, tongue flicking fast.
Carrie shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a freight train—body locking up, back arching off the mattress as far as the position allowed, a raw, muffled scream tearing out of her throat and straight into Kim’s pussy. Her walls clamped down hard around my cock—pulsing, milking, spasming in violent waves that dragged me right to the edge with her. Wetness flooded out around my shaft, soaking my balls, dripping down her ass crack onto the sheets. Her whole body shook—legs kicking uselessly, toes curling, fingers clawing at the comforter.
The feeling was overwhelming: hot, tight, rhythmic squeezes that pulled every last bit of restraint out of me. I groaned low, hips stuttering, and came hard—thick, hot spurts flooding deep inside her, painting her walls, spilling out around my cock as her pussy kept clenching through aftershocks.
We rode it together—me grinding slow circles to push every drop deeper, her body convulsing in long, rolling waves, Kim’s tongue still working her clit through the peak until Carrie’s hips jerked away in overstimulation.
Finally I eased out carefully watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy in thick, white rivulets. Her asshole still gaped softly from earlier, pink and slick. Her face was flushed, wrecked, lips shiny with Kim’s arousal.
Kim lifted herself off slowly. Carrie immediately rolled onto her side, curling up, one hand covering her face.
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- Sexual Activity Completed
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Partner: Beldenwary
EXP Gained: +850
Villain Bonus: +2330 EXP
Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★
Reason: -
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- Bliss Multiplier: 4134c
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"I’m sorry..." she whispered, voice hoarse and broken. "I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."
I sighed and walked over to her.
Carrie was still curled on her side, one hand covering her face, shoulders shaking with quiet, hiccuping sobs. When she sensed me close she lowered her hand just enough to peek up—big, wet eyes rimmed red, mascara streaked down her cheeks like dark rivers. She looked small. Smaller than I’d ever seen her.
I crouched so we were eye-level.
"We forgive you," I said quietly. "Both of us. But don’t ever do something like that again. Not to Kim. Not to anyone. Got it?"
She stared at me for a long second, lips trembling, then gave one small, jerky nod. Fresh tears spilled over.
Kim had already turned away. She moved silently around the room, picking up scattered clothes—panties first, then bra, jeans, t-shirt. No words. No eye contact. She dressed with quick, efficient motions, like she was putting armor back on. When she finished she tugged the hem of her t-shirt down once, smoothing it over her hips, then walked straight to me.
She stopped close—close enough I could smell the faint coconut of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat.
"I’ll be at the car," she whispered. Her voice was flat, almost careful. Then she slipped past me and out the door. It closed softly behind her.
The room felt suddenly bigger. Quieter. Just the rain drumming the window and Carrie’s uneven breathing.
I looked at her one more time—curled, naked except for the leather straps that now looked ridiculous and sad—then walked to the bathroom.
The bathroom was tiny, the kind of cheap hotel afterthought that barely qualified as a room. White tiles cracked in three places near the shower drain. A single bulb flickered overhead, throwing harsh shadows. The mirror above the sink was speckled with old water spots. A thin bar of soap sat in a plastic tray next to a half-used bottle of hotel shampoo. The shower curtain was cheap vinyl, pale blue, mildew creeping up the bottom edge. The whole space smelled faintly of bleach and damp grout.
I grabbed one of the two thin white towels from the rack—scratchy, too small—and walked back out.
Carrie had pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Legs pressed together, arms wrapped around her middle like she was trying to hold herself in one piece. Cum still leaked slowly from between her thighs onto the sheet; she didn’t seem to notice or care.
I knelt in front of her again and lifted the towel to her face. She flinched at first—tiny, instinctive—then stilled when she realized I wasn’t going to hurt her.
I wiped gently. First one cheek, then the other, then under her eyes. The mascara came away in dark smears. She blinked up at me, confused.
"I don’t really hate you," I said while I worked. "I just love being... someone different with you."
"W-what?"
I folded the towel to a clean side and dabbed at her lips. "In here, with you, I get to be the guy who doesn’t have to be nice. Doesn’t have to explain. Doesn’t have to care about tomorrow. It’s fucked up, but it’s honest. And I think you need that too. Someone who sees the mess and doesn’t run."
She swallowed hard. "I was..."
"I understand why you did what you did," I cut in gently. "Protecting your son. Even though it was evil. Even though it almost broke Kim. I get it. Mothers do fucked-up things for their kids. Doesn’t make it right. Doesn’t make it okay. But I get it."
Her lower lip quivered again.
I tossed the towel onto the floor. It landed in a crumpled heap.
"Go take a vacation from everything," I told her. "From Tom. From guilt. From this city. From me. You need it. More than you know."
I stood up, grabbed my jeans from the chair, pulled them on. Shirt next. Boots last. The whole time she just sat there naked, used, crying quietly, watching me like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
A strong woman like Carrie—sharp-tongued, commanding, always in control—reduced to this. Curled on a cheap hotel bed, leather straps digging into her skin, cum drying on her thighs, eyes swollen from tears. It felt wrong. Not the sex. Not the power. Just... seeing her like this. Fragile. Human.
I zipped my jacket, checked my pockets for keys and phone.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t beg me to stay. Just watched.
I paused at the door, hand on the knob.
"Well," I muttered to myself, more than to her. "That was weird."
Then I left.
The hallway was cold. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Rain still hammered the windows at the far end. I didn’t look back.
❤︎❤︎❤︎
I sighed, the steam still clinging to the bathroom mirror in lazy swirls. Yesterday had been a fucking mess—Carrie cracking open like that, all the guilt and exhaustion pouring out while Kim and I just watched it happen. But at least she finally said the truth out loud. Being the one everyone leaned on, the one who always had to fix shit, always had to look strong... that kind of reputation doesn’t come free. It eats you from the inside until you’re hollow. I got it. Didn’t make what she did to Kim okay, but I got it.
I wiped the mirror with my forearm, clearing a rough oval so I could see myself. Tired eyes, damp hair sticking to my forehead, bathrobe hanging open and wet against my chest. The credits from last night had hit like a truck—way more than I expected. Enough that I’d thrown my original plan out the window.
Instead of dumping everything into Honeyed Words like I’d told myself I would, I funneled the bulk straight into Bliss Multiplier. Maxed it at 150%. Now every sexual encounter was going to feed me 150% more EXP than before. Greedy? Maybe. Smart? Definitely.
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SHOP [Page 2]
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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)
• Time Stop (90c)
• 500 Dollars (50c)
• 1 Ability Point (150c)
• 1 Mastery Point (160c)
• Desire Aura (100c)
• Reputation Point +30 (200c)
• Mastery Evolve (1500c)
• Random Passive Skill (1700c)
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Credits: 1739c
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I’d also burned a chunk to buy one extra Ability Point just so I could nudge Honeyed Words up another rank. Charm still needed work if I wanted to squeeze every drop out of that skill, but I wasn’t ready to dump the rest of my points yet. Ten unused Ability Points sitting there like loaded guns. I’d decide later.
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CURRENT STATS
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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)
◆ Charm: 13
- Manipulative Charm
⤷ Honeyed Words (▩⏹⏹⏹⏹)
⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)
⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)
⤷ Seductive Allure (☐)
◆ Libido: 16
⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)
◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)
⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)
⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)
⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▣▣▣▣▣)
◆ Luck: 1
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10 Unused Ability Points
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