Unexpected turn

Chapter 10 - Confession

Eve's cheeks burned a deep crimson as she struggled to steady her breathing. Thick drops of cum flowed out of her mouth. Without saying a word, she gave Mike a light shove and hurried out of the room, never once looking back. Mike remained where he was for a moment, blinking at the closed door.

"...She actually ran away?"

Mike lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the silence settled over the room. It wasn't unusual to have the place to himself, yet after Eve's unexpected visit, the quiet felt different. She had come all the way to see him, only to leave after a brief good time, and he couldn't figure out what had been going through her mind.

Letting out a long sigh, he headed for the shower. The cold water washed away the sweat from an exhausting day—training, then an evening with Eve that had taken a completely unexpected turn.

Twenty minutes later, he emerged in a fresh T-shirt and collapsed onto the bed.

His phone rested in his hand. One contact kept drawing his attention.

Mia.

He tapped the screen, then stopped.

Should I call her?

Before he could decide—

[Ding!]

Quest Available

Objective: Invite Mia to the weekend's boxing match.

Reward: Increase in Interest.

Failure: Eve reports you for assault.

Time Limit: 30 minutes.

Mike stared at the blue window in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me..." he muttered.

This system really knows how to corner me.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed the call button.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Each passing second made his heartbeat a little faster.

What if she rejects me?

What if she thinks I'm bothering her?

She did say she hated having her time wasted...

Just as he was about to hang up—

Click.

"Hello?" a calm, clear voice answered. "Mia speaking. Who's this?"

Mike straightened instinctively.

[Silver Tongue Activated.]

"Hey, Mia. It's Mike... from the gym." There was a brief pause.

"...Mike?" Her tone softened slightly. "I wasn't expecting your call."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No. I just finished eating(dinner....hentai!). What's up?"

Mike smiled to himself. That sounded better than he'd hoped.

"I was wondering if you're free this weekend. There's a boxing event nearby, and I thought it'd be more fun to watch it with someone who actually knows what they're looking at."

Mia chuckled softly.

"So..." Eve said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Was that your way of asking me out?"

Mike rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. "It sounded a lot better in my head."

The corner of her lips lifted. "I figured."

"So... did it work?"

She let the question hang for a moment.

"You've got some nerve."

"I'll take that as a maybe."

A soft laugh escaped her.

"You really don't give up, do you?"

"Not when I want something."

There was a brief silence.

"Fine," she said at last. "I'll come."

Mike blinked. "Seriously?"

"Don't make me regret it."

A grin spread across his face. "I won't. I'll text you the meeting place tomorrow."

"Okay." The call ended.

Mike looked at the phone for a second before grinning.

Then another blue window appeared.

[Ding!]

Interest Updated

Mia's Interest: 54% → 60%

Relationship Status: Interested.

Karma Points: +1000

Mike blinked. "So that's how it works..."

***

The lecture hall was only half full when Mike slipped into his usual seat near the back. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows as the professor filled the whiteboard with diagrams and formulas, pausing now and then to explain a concept to the class.

Mike barely looked up.

His pen moved across the page out of habit while the lecture unfolded around him. Every example, every definition, every case study felt familiar, and before long, he found himself finishing the professor's next sentence in his head.

Back when he'd first bought the Scholar skill, it had cost him only five hundred karmic points. Raising it further had been another story. Thousands of points had disappeared before he'd finally reached the level of the university's top students.

Expensive.

Worth it.

Without it, he never would have aced the entrance evaluations or earned a place at S-University.

Now he found himself finishing the professor's explanations before they were spoken. By the time the rest of the class finished copying the notes, Mike had already lost interest.

He leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and quietly wondered how much longer the lecture would last.

A familiar perfume caught Mike's attention.

He turned instinctively.

Eve was sitting in the seat beside him, watching the front of the classroom as if she'd been there the whole time.

She looked different in the soft classroom light — hair neatly tied, a simple top that still couldn't hide her figure, and a faint redness still lingering on her cheeks from the night before. When their eyes met, she gave a small, shy smile.

"Morning," Mike said quietly.

"…Morning," she replied, her voice softer than usual.

For a few seconds she stayed silent, fingers lightly gripping the edge of her desk. Then she leaned a little closer.

"I have something I want to talk about."

Before Mike could answer, a familiar blue screen flickered across his vision.

[Ding!]

[Eve's Interest: 90%]

[Options Available: Date her / Keep as side chick]

Mike's eyes narrowed slightly at the notification.

Ninety percent.

Eve took a small breath, as if steadying herself, then spoke in a low voice that only he could hear.

"I… want to date you."

The words landed heavier than he expected.

Mike stared at her. Their previous encounters had been physical, raw, and driven by heat. He had never framed it as something that needed a label. Hearing her say it so directly caught him off guard.

His gaze drifted over her profile — the curve of her lips, the faint mark still visible on her neck, the way her chest rose with each nervous breath. A dull throb answered in his pants before he could stop it.

Then, without warning, another face flashed through his mind.

Red hair. Sharp eyes. Big...

Mia.

Mike's thoughts stalled. He didn't respond. Instead, he turned his head forward and fixed his eyes on the professor as if the lecture had suddenly become interesting.

The silence stretched.

Eve's expression shifted. The shy confidence from a moment ago wavered, replaced by a clear frustration at being ignored. She bit her lower lip, glanced around quickly, then made a decision.

Her hand moved under the desk.

Mike felt it immediately — warm fingers pressing against the front of his pants, finding his cock through the fabric and rubbing with slow, deliberate pressure.

His body reacted fast. Blood rushed downward, and within seconds he was hardening under her palm. Eve didn't stop. She adjusted her grip and began stroking him more firmly, the motion hidden by the angle of their seats and the bags at their feet.

"Eve—" Mike muttered under his breath, catching her wrist.

She only leaned closer, her voice a whisper against his ear.

"You won't even answer me… so I'll make you listen like this."

Her hand grew more aggressive, rubbing the full length of him through his pants until the outline was obvious. Mike's breathing turned uneven. He tried to push her hand away again, but she twisted her wrist and kept going, clearly enjoying the control.

They sat in the far back corner of the lecture hall, hidden from most of the class. The professor kept writing across the whiteboard, his back turned, while the scratching of chalk filled the room.

Mike barely noticed a word of it.

Her palm brushed against his beneath the desk, warm and deliberate. Every small movement made him instinctively glance toward the front of the room, half-expecting the professor to turn around or a classmate to look back.

No one did.

Even so, the thought of being caught, the warmth of her hand, and the memory of what she'd confessed the night before tangled together until the lecture became nothing more than background noise.

He couldn't stay there.

Mike suddenly grabbed his bag in front of him, stood up, and walked out of the lecture hall with quick strides, not looking back.

Eve remained seated, watching his figure disappear through the door. A small, determined smile curved her lips as she rested her chin on one hand.

"I'll eat you tonight," she whispered to herself.

Author: She should read the next chapters before saying this.