Helpful Mike

Chapter 14 - New Contact

Mike sat on the edge of his bed, turning the envelope over in his hands. The S-University crest caught the light. He slid a finger under the flap, tore it open, and pulled out the letter.

Mike's gaze swept down the page until the words finally sank in. He had been accepted into the Amateur Cup as a wild card entrant, and the recommendation attached to his application came from none other than Coach Darren.

A smile spread across Mike's face as he read the letter again to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Coach Darren had really recommended him for a wild card entry into the Amateur Cup.

He grabbed his phone and looked up the Amateur Cup. Every sports site had it on the front page, with news articles, predictions, and player rankings filling the screen.

The winner earned a place in the Nationals and took home $200,000, while scouts and sponsors watched every match for the next big talent. One good tournament was enough to change a person's life.

A blue screen slid across his vision.

[Ding!]

[Quest Generated: Win the Amateur Cup]

[Failure: Suspension from S-University]

Mike froze.

Suspension.

He read the line again, slower this time, but it didn't change. Suspension from S-University. He had only just made it in, and now one failed quest could take it all away.

He exhaled slowly and opened the System Store.

If winning the Amateur Cup was the only way to keep it all, then he wasn't going to hold anything back.

[Purchased: Iron Core]

[Purchased: Predator's Focus]

[Purchased: +5 Strength]

[Purchased: +5 Endurance]

A rush of heat spread through his body as the upgrades took effect, his muscles tensing for a moment before the feeling slowly settled.

He wrapped his hands, pulled on his gloves, and stepped in front of the heavy bag. Started with a few light punches, getting a feel for the changes, then he put more power behind each shot. The bag recoiled back with every clean hit, the chain rattling overhead as his fists grew faster and heavier.

He kept going until sweat soaked his shirt, but his breathing stayed steady, and his arms refused to slow down.

The heavy bag swayed in front of him as Mike lowered his guard and stepped back. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he wiped it away with the back of his glove just as a sharp buzz cut through the room.

He turned toward the desk.

Coach Darren: Assembly in the gym. Now.

Mike pulled off his gloves, unwrapped his hands, and changed into a fresh shirt. The message was short, but Coach Darren wasn't the type to call everyone in without a reason. Curious, Mike grabbed his room key and headed for the gym.

Outside, students filled the campus paths as they hurried between classes. Mike was on his way to the gym when a woman carrying a thick stack of papers walked toward him.

He recognized her at once.

She was the receptionist from his first day at S-University, the one who had looked up Claire's name for him while he stood at the front desk with a bouquet of roses.

Neither of them saw the other until it was too late.

They bumped into each other, and the stack of papers slipped free. Sheets scattered across the path, the wind catching them before either of them could react.

"Oh no," she said, dropping to her knees.

Mike crouched beside her. "I've got it."

They gathered the scattered papers in silence. Once the last sheet was back in the stack, she looked at him again.

"Wait..." A small smile appeared on her face. "You're the guy with the roses."

Mike let out a quiet laugh. "Yeah. That was me."

"So... how did it go?"

He handed her the last few pages.

"It didn't."

She looked at him for another second, then hugged the papers against her chest.

"What? You seem like a decent guy. She must've been blind."

Before Mike could say anything, she smiled.

"Come on. I need to take these to the storage room, and I could use an extra pair of hands."

Mike took half the stack, and they walked toward the storage room.

"I've been wondering about something," she said.

Mike glanced at her. "What?"

"Were the roses your idea, or did one of your friends talk you into it?"

Mike laughed. "My idea."

She smiled and shook her head. "I have to respect the confidence."

"It felt like confidence at the time."

"That's one way to describe it."

"What would you call it?"

Mike shrugged. "Stupidity."

She smiled.

"I wouldn't call it that. Flowers are nice."

Mike looked at her.

"I guess they were wasted on the wrong person."

She smiled. "Maybe."

By the time they reached the storage room, Mike found himself smiling too.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Shelves lined the walls, and the room smelled of paper and dust. She set her stack on the table while Mike laid the rest beside it.

A blue window appeared in front of Mike's eyes.

[Ding!]

[Quest: Fuck this married MILF mother]

[Reward: Charm +10, +????]

[Failure: D-size -1 ]

[Deadline: A month ]

Mike's pulse quickened. He wanted this.

There was no point pretending otherwise, but his eyes dropped to the penalty.

Dick Size -1 cm.

"...Seriously?"

A tournament was one thing. He could train harder for that, but this? There was no way he was taking that risk.

His smile didn't last long. The deadline was only two months away, and the Amateur Cup would take up almost every day until then. Between training, classes, and the tournament itself, he had no idea when he was supposed to find the time to impress the receptionist.

Then he remembered the System.

If he was going to pull this off, he needed to know where he stood.

"Interest Meter."

[Interest: 30%]

Mike looked at the number for a moment.

Thirty percent. It wasn't high, but it wasn't hopeless either. At least he wasn't starting from zero.

Mike watched her sort the papers for a moment. She looked busy, but not enough to chase him out. He activated Seducer's Eyes and red dots lit up on her body. One sat on her right shoulder. Another glowed lower, right on the curve of her ass.

Mike noticed her rubbing her shoulder again.

"You look tense," he said. "I picked up a few things during training. Let me help."

He stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly working his thumbs into the tight muscles.

She was about to tell him to stop, but the tension melted away almost at once. Her body relaxed before she could say a word.

"That feels… really good," she said, voice quieter than before. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say more, but nothing else came out.

Mike watched the second red dot while his hands kept moving on her shoulders, then he took one small step forward until the front of his pants brushed against her ass and the soft curve pressed back against him.

The sudden warmth and give of her body under the thin fabric sent a clear rush of heat through him, and his cock hardened fast against her.

Mike kept his hands on her shoulders and pressed forward a little more, letting her feel the full hardness against her. She did not pull away. Instead, her breath turned uneven, and she leaned back into him again, the soft curve of her ass rubbing slowly against his cock through their clothes. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the table in front of her, and another quiet sound left her mouth.

Mike stayed close and watched the way her body kept answering him. Only then did he lean in until his mouth was near her ear.

"Let's exchange numbers," he said in a low voice. "I'll contact you."

Mike pulled his hands away.

She slowly turned around, her fingers brushing over her shoulder as if making sure the stiffness was really gone. A faint smile appeared on her face before she reached into her pocket and held out her phone without saying a word.

Mike smiled, took it, and quickly saved his number before handing it back. She did the same with his, and after one last glance at each other, he turned and walked out of the storage room.

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The door clicked shut behind him.

As he made his way toward the gym, his phone vibrated once.

New Contact Added.

Emma.