Leaning back against the shelf, catching my breath. My heart was still pounding, adrenaline slowly fading. The faint smell of her perfume lingered in the air, sweet and floral.
It was intoxicating, a reminder of how her thighs had clamped around my head just minutes ago, her body shuddering against the door.
MJ knew how to make a lasting impression.
"Status," I muttered under my breath. That's how it worked—voice command or mental trigger, didn't matter as long as I focused.
The blue-tinted screen materialized, overlaying the dim storage room like a holographic HUD.
Three lines appeared, stacking on top of each other:
Made out with Mary Jane Watson... SEP +2
Received a blowjob from Mary Jane Watson... SEP +6
Gave Mary Jane Watson cunnilingus... SEP +6
I stared at the numbers, a low whistle escaping my lips.
Fourteen points. In one foreplay session. No full fuck, no elaborate positions—just raw, revenge-fueled heat against that door.
I did the math instinctively. That was more than I'd gotten from a full night with anyone else.
Way more. Hell, no hookups ever scraped double digits, even when I pulled out all the stops. But with MJ? It was like the system was handing out bonuses just for showing up.
Below the notifications, the main interface displayed:
Name: Rex Thrustmore
Age: 19
Skills: Human Tier [Expand]
Evaluation: A Naughty Human
Sex Energy Points: 307
[Lottery]
I exhaled slowly, leaning my head back against the cool shelf.
Three hundred and seven points.
Fourteen of them fresh from MJ's mouth, and my tongue buried between her thighs.
MJ really is special, I thought, a grin tugging at my lips.
And not just because she was hot—though she absolutely was. Hotter than most of the women I'd been with, no question.
That red hair, those green eyes that sparkled when she teased me, the way her body arched when I hit just the right spot... yeah, she was a walking fantasy. But the points didn't lie. The system treated her differently, as if she were worth more in its algorithm.
I scrolled back through my mental log, comparing sessions like some perverted accountant.
Random gym hookup three days ago? Four points total. Full sex, start to finish—sweaty, satisfying, but nothing special.
The brunette from the bar last week? Five points. Same deal, her nails scratching my back as I thrust into her on her dining table.
The girl I'd hooked up with two weeks before MJ? Six points, and that was after I'd put in serious work, edging her until she begged me to fuck her.
But MJ?
The first time we hooked up two weeks ago, I'd earned thirty points from that session alone—our frantic make-out in the alley behind the café turning into her riding my fingers until she came and then me fucking her pussy in her rented apartment.
Every time since then, the numbers stayed high. Consistent. Multiple times what I was getting from anyone else.
And I didn't know why... still don't.
She wasn't doing anything wildly different. The sex was good—really fucking good—but it wasn't like she had some secret technique the others lacked.
She was just... her. Bold, flirty, unapologetically herself.
Nothing special about her that I could see... except being a redhead, and an extremely hot one at that. Maybe the system had a thing for gingers? Or maybe it was something else.
I filed it away, as I did with most things these days.
Maybe it would make sense eventually. Maybe it wouldn't. Either way, I wasn't about to complain. Not when she was accelerating my grind like this.
The system had been active for two months now.
In that first month, I'd earned around a hundred points just from my usual routine—bars, clubs, gyms, the occasional late-night hookup from a dating app. Quick fucks in trial rooms, blowjobs in cars, nothing groundbreaking.
I'd burned through about half of those points rolling the Human Tier lottery and got skills that made my day-to-day life easier.
All the little things that kept me sharp kept me ahead of most in this cutthroat city.
Then I started saving. The system had hinted—through sheer interface design, not any actual explanation—that there was a next tier.
Power beyond being just human. And I wanted it. Needed it, really. Queens wasn't that safe—not with all the weird shit on the news. Villains popping up like weeds, heroes swinging in to clean up.
So I stopped spending. Started stacking points. Grinding harder—more hookups. Then MJ walked into my life two weeks ago, applying for the café job with that bright smile and those endless legs, and the grind got a whole lot faster.
Between her and the other hookups I'd been juggling—the occasional one-night stands from the bar—I'd been racking up points at a pace I did not expect. If it weren't for MJ, it would've taken around two or three months to hit this milestone.
But with her? It felt like cheating the system. Or maybe the system was cheating for me.
Right now, I have enough points for the next tier.
I then clicked on the Lottery button.
The screen shifted.
Lottery Options:
Human Tier — 5 SEP
[LOCKED] — 300 SEP to unlock
[LOCKED]
[LOCKED]
[LOCKED]
[LOCKED]
Six tiers total. Only the requirement for the next one was visible. Everything else was a mystery, shrouded in that infuriating blue glow.
I stared at the second line. Three hundred points to unlock.
Here we go.
I clicked on the locked tier.
A notification popped up immediately:
Unlock Next Skill Tier? — 300 SEP
[Yes] [No]
My finger—mental finger, whatever—hovered over the Yes button for half a second.
Three hundred points. Two months of sweat, moans, and naughty moments, gone in one click.
Worth it? For the chance at real power? Hell yes.
I hit Yes. The points vanished.
I felt a sharp pang in my chest. Like watching money drain out of my bank account. My points got reduced to a meager seven.
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose even though my eyes were closed.
"This tier better be worth it," I muttered out loud.
The system chimed.
SUPERHUMAN TIER UNLOCKED!
Cost: 30 SEP
I blinked.
Thirty points per roll.
That was a six-times jump from the Human Tier's five points. The system wasn't messing around. If I wanted powers from this tier, I was going to have to pump up more wells.
But then—
Another notification rang out.
[Kink Exploration Criteria Unlocked: Depending on the kink explored and the partner, you will be awarded extra points.]
I stared at the words.
Read them again.
Then I laughed.
Low and surprised, the sound echoed faintly in the cramped storage room.
Now that's something.
I had kinks. A lot of them. More than I'd ever admit out loud to most people. And the system was telling me I'd get extra points for exploring them?
I leaned my head back against the shelf, grinning like an idiot.
"I'm in," I said to the empty room. "System, you and I are gonna get along just fine."
This thing was starting to grow on me. What started as a weird grief glitch was turning into my ticket out of mediocrity, and had started to turn a lot more fun.
With kinks unlocking bonuses, the grind just got a hell of a lot more fun.
I closed the system screen and refocused on the real world.
I didn't have the points to roll the Superhuman Tier lottery yet. Not with only seven left. But from the name alone, one thing was clear.
This tier was going to make me superhuman.
I might be the next Avenger.
Who am I kidding? I'm not hero material.
Shaking my head, I straightened up and started fixing my clothes. Tucked my shirt back in. Ran a hand through my hair. Checked my reflection in the dull metal of one of the shelving units.
Good enough.
I unlocked the door and stepped out into the café. The main floor was quiet now.
No customers. Marco was in the kitchen area, probably prepping for tomorrow or sneaking another smoke break.
Danny was nowhere to be seen.
Ran away. I thought with a smirk. Poor guy—probably replaying those moans in his head, wondering why he couldn't be the one making her scream like that.
MJ was behind the counter, wiping it down with a rag. She looked up when I walked out, and her face lit up with a grin.
"Took your sweet time," she said, her tone light and teasing, but her eyes flicked down my body like she was remembering exactly why.
I shrugged, matching her energy. "You did leave quite a mess on my face."
She stuck her tongue out at me and winked, that playful spark in her green eyes. "Guilty as charged. But hey, you earned it. That tongue of yours... criminal."
She leaned on the counter, her shirt still a button shy of proper, giving me a peek at the red lace bra underneath. "You know, if it doesn't work out for you, then you could make a killing in... other industries."
I chuckled, stepping closer. "And leave you without your favorite stress relief? Nah."
Our "thing" was casual, but moments like this made it feel more fun; we were friends at the very least.
"See ya tomorrow," I said, pausing at the door. Then I added, my voice dropping into something more playful, "Or tonight. Who knows~."
MJ's grin widened, her cheeks flushing just a touch. "You tease! Text me if you're free. I could use another 'callback' session."
I pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool afternoon air of Queens.
The bell above the door chimed softly behind me as it swung shut.
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