She is late

Finally! Nothing less than an hour later he finally saw her approach his house. This hour has been hell. Sure, he masturbated to spend the time, knowing that his skill would allow him to recharge quickly. But even after he did, the knowledge of what was going to happen once she appeared, and what was probably happening already in his mothers room was too much for him to stay soft.

As she rang the doorbell, he was at the door before she could have counted to three. On second thought, the fact that he tried to play surprised to see her might have been better if he wasn’t so obviously waiting.

“Huh, Draldover? What is it? Something wrong with the phone? Or the data? You could have just chatted me up you know?” If she was surprised in any kind or form, she wasn’t showing it.

“I’m not here for that. Whom do you live here with? I am here for work, supposed to meet with a Brenda Newman.” Oh. His mom did order her, but apparently, she ordered her for herself, at least on the paper. Damn. Now he couldn’t play his part like he wanted. Well, if life gives you lemons…

“That’s my mom, but she is already having lesbian sex with my sex ****, so if you want, you can play against me. I am better at fucking you once you lost anyway.” He dropped the bomb on her. Both that he knew what she did and the one what his mom was doing. But again, no reaction. Not even a raised eyebrow. Did she not hear what he said?

“Fine, where’s your room? Since you spoke about it earlier, I assume you want to 'beat me in SupCom again', or what was it?” She pushed herself past him, looking around and then going straight towards his room. How did she know?

John decided to get a little taste of what was to come and slap her butt. However, his confusion about her apparent knowledge of his house must have stunned him, because his hand hit nothing and just went past her.

“No, since you lost the last round, and I know you, you will challenge me in it anyway, so why should I throw away the chance to choose another game I will win at. But first, how far do you go per win.” Finally, a reaction. She smiled.

“First win, I take off my top. If it was a game chosen by me, I add the bra. Second win, my pants say bye bye. Again, if it was my game, I lose the panties as well. Third win, I go naked and you get to fuck me. If you want we can stop there, or you can push your luck. For a fourth win… I stay with you and fuck you so often, until you can't maintain an erection anymore. If you stay soft for more than 3 hours, I consider my debt paid. Sleep is not included in that time. Oh of course, any skin I reveal is free to fondle.” Alright, seemed fair. If she won three, she leaves. If he won three, they fuck. Except…

“What if I win two games in a row?” He asked. Since it was over if she did so, this was a legit question.

“Then the second win counts as two. So if you win game one and two, I am already fucking you. If you win game one, three and four, I am yours for you to go wild.” Again, fairly balanced.

“Alright. I choose first. Rock, Paper, Scissors. Simple game of luck. Luck is quite the deciding factor in games after all.” She sighed.

“I had expected more of you. I especially said online that I only want to play video games, but sure, if you want me gone so badly.” She opened the door to his room and got in. A quick look around and she seemed bored with your stuff already.

Mana infused Gamer’s Luck!

This worked the last times, so he had to go for it again. At some point he had to read the skill description to see what exactly its costs and the way it worked were. But not now.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors!” John threw his fist, and in a reflex that he followed, chose Paper.