Daan slumped back against the couch, feeling the moment's weight pressing down on him.
The dull light of the morning filtering through the dirty window reflected off his sharp features.
Daan was tall—6'1"—slim but defined, with lean muscles that were more the result of genetics than exercise.
A faint scar ran beneath his left eye, a relic from a fight in high school, giving him a slightly dangerous look. Heavy bags hung under his eyes, evidence of countless sleepless nights spent on games, anime, and overthinking.
His jet-black hair was unkempt, and his equally dark eyes seemed sharper than usual as if calculating his next move.
Ana sat beside him, her posture relaxed, her sultry brown eyes studying him with playful curiosity.
She leaned back against the worn cushions, letting her breasts press together beneath her snug top. Her lips curled in a teasing smile as she took another sip of the green tea.
"So, Daan," she purred, "how exactly do you plan to pay me this time?"
Daan set his tea down and leaned in closer, his gaze locking with hers.
His pulse quickened, but the sexual tension in the room only fueled his resolve. There was no backing out now—not after the system's notification and certainly not after how far he'd already come.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I can't pay you in cash... but I can pay with my body."
Ana's eyebrows shot up in amusement, a glimmer of intrigue flashing in her eyes. "Oh? And what makes you think I'd accept that?"
Daan stood up without a word, his hands already at his waistband. He hooked his thumbs into his pants and tugged them down, letting them pool around his ankles. His boxers followed, and soon he was standing there, exposed, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs.
Nine inches long and pulsing slightly, the sight of it made Ana's lips part in surprise.
Her gaze lingered there, her expression shifting from playful to something darker, perverted. "Well, well…" she murmured, biting her lower lip as she ran her tongue across it. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
Daan sat beside her, watching as she finished her tea in one last sip, setting the cup aside with deliberate slowness. She turned to him with a predatory grin, her eyes gleaming excitedly.
"Alright," she whispered. "Let's see if your body is worth what you owe."
Daan wasted no time. He reached for the hem of her top and tugged it upward, revealing her creamy skin and, to his surprise, her naked, massive breasts, Ana wasn't wearing a bra.
Ana arched her back to help him slide it off, her nipples already hard through the thin fabric of her top. She smirked as she tossed her top aside, making no attempt to stop him.
Next came her yoga pants. Daan hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled them down her thick thighs, revealing wet black panties that clung to her curvaceous hips.
Ana kicked off the pants with a small, teasing laugh, leaving her in just her panties.
"Don't stop now~," she whispered, her voice low and teasing.
Daan pulled her panties off in one smooth motion, exposing her glistening pussy. Ana's breath hitched, and she gave him a lazy, inviting smile.
He wasn't gentle. Daan pushed her back against the couch, his hands roaming her soft skin, squeezing her breasts roughly as he teased her erect nipples with his fingers. Ana moaned, arching into his touch as he grabbed her hips and spread her legs wide.
"Rough, huh?" Ana teased, her voice breathless. "I like that."
Daan didn't respond. Instead, he aligned himself at her entrance and thrust forward without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, her pussy was drenching, and Ana didn't seem to need foreplay.
Ana cried out, her back arching off the couch as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Daan!" she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.
He set a relentless pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them.
Ana's moans grew louder with every movement, her body rocking against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
The worn couch creaked beneath them, but Daan didn't care. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips, and pulling her closer with every thrust.
Ana was lost in the moment, her moans turning into needy gasps as she dug her nails into his back.
"Harder," she begged, her voice shaky as Daan buried himself deeper into her. "Don't stop!"
Daan obliged, slamming into her with all the force he could muster. The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, of wet skin slapping against skin, accompanied by Ana's breathless moans and Daan's low grunts.
Ana's body trembled beneath him, her moans turning into cries of ecstasy as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
Daan's pace didn't falter—if anything, it grew more intense. He could feel the pressure building inside him, but he held back, determined to make her come first.
Ana's cries grew louder, her nails raking down his back as her body tensed. "Oh, fuck—Daan! I'm—!"
Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, her body convulsing as she cried out in pleasure.
Daan kept thrusting, riding out her climax as she clenched around him, her legs tightening around his waist.
But he wasn't done. Not yet.
Even as Ana lay panting beneath him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Daan kept moving. He pulled out slightly, then slammed back in, earning a whimper from Ana as she tried to catch her breath.
"You... you're insatiable," she gasped, her voice weak but filled with a twisted admiration.
Daan leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Not finished yet."
He drove into her again and again, harder and faster, until Ana was reduced to incoherent moans.
She clung to him, her nails biting into his skin as she begged for more, her body writhing beneath him.
Time became a blur. All that mattered was the raw, primal connection between them—the way their bodies moved in perfect sync, the way Ana's cries filled the room, the way Daan's cock throbbed inside her.
And then, finally, it hit him.
The pressure built to a breaking point, and with one last, powerful thrust, Daan came, spilling his seed deep inside Ana.
Ana cried out as she felt him release, her body shuddering in response. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies connected, both panting and trembling from the intensity.
Daan could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his mind hazy from the release.
Ana's eyes fluttered closed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You… really know how to pay your rent," she murmured, her voice slurred with exhaustion.
Daan chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I aim to please."
Ana's body went limp beneath him, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted into unconsciousness.
Daan carefully pulled out of her and stood, his legs shaky but steady enough to carry him to the bathroom. He needed a shower—desperately. But as he glanced back at the sleeping woman on his couch, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
The system's notification appeared again, hovering in the corner of his vision.
[Mission Complete: Seduce and fuck your landlord within 24 hours.]
[Reward: +1 Level, Skill Unlocked: Charisma Aura.]
Daan sighed in relief, the tension leaving his body as the notification faded.
"Ehmm, System? Can I check my stats?" Daan asked as he stared himself in the mirror of the bathroom.
His reflection in the mirror seemed sharper and more defined as if the power coursing through him was already manifesting itself in subtle ways.
A glowing blue interface materialized in front of Daan as he stood in the bathroom, his body still buzzing.
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Status: Daan D. Dickenson
Role: True Demon Candidate (Lust)
Stats:
Strength: F+
Special: D-
Agility: D+
Endurance: D+
Luck: B
Charisma: D+
Skills: [Normalize (C-)], [Charismatic Aura (C-)]
Taren: Unweakened (Tier 3, Grade D+ Potential)
Harem Members:
[Ana Lemore – Loyalty (30)]
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[Skill Unlocked: Charismatic Aura]
[Effect: Exudes a magnetic and seductive presence that draws others toward the user. This aura passively enhances charm, persuasiveness, and sexual appeal, making the user more desirable in social and intimate interactions. Targets under its influence are more susceptible to suggestions, compliments, and flirtation, especially in situations involving attraction or lust.]