"Good morning, Frank."
The sunlight poured through the curtains as Frank opened his eyes, his ears picking up Zoey's cheerful voice.
"Morning, Zoey," he replied groggily, a small grin forming on his face.
'Last night was wild,' he thought, his heart skipping a beat as the memories flooded back. He had finally lost his V-card. 'Hell yeah!'
He sat up in bed, stretching his arms over his head.
"Did you sleep well?" Zoey asked, her tone light but carrying a hint of warmth.
"Yeah... thanks to you," Frank said, smirking.
Zoey blushed faintly, her cheeks tinged with pink. But she quickly shook it off, standing up with a playful smile.
"Now, now, don't get too mushy. Get up and get ready. We might get late for the precinct."
At her words, Frank groaned dramatically and sprawled back onto the bed.
"You're wrong there. You might get late, but not me. The chief gave me a day off to look for a new place."
Zoey stopped in her tracks, turning to him with a raised brow. "And you're telling me this now? I could've taken the day off too! I know a real estate agent—I could've helped you get a better deal."
Frank chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. "Didn't know you had connections like that. Why don't you give me her contact? I'll reach out myself."
"Fine," Zoey said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "I'll send you her number—and I'll let her know in advance, too."
With that, she grabbed her towel and headed for the bathroom. "Don't go back to sleep, Frank," she called over her shoulder before shutting the door.
Frank smirked to himself as he sank back into the bed, his thoughts drifting to the events of the previous night. A smug grin spread across his face as he let out a contented sigh.
That was when the familiar robotic voice chimed in his head.
["I take it you enjoyed yourself last night, Frank?"]
Frank groaned, rolling his eyes. "Can't you give me a break? Don't tell me there's another case already—I've got some... unfinished business here."
["No new tasks for today. I'm here to issue your rewards."]
That caught his attention. He sat up slightly, brows furrowing. "Rewards? Didn't I fail the mission?"
["While the primary mission was unsuccessful, you completed a hidden objective: dismantling the adoption agency and saving multiple victims. The system's ultimate goal is to save lives, and your actions fulfilled that purpose."]
Frank's face lit up. "Hidden mission? Didn't even know that was a thing. Alright, let's hear it—what do I get?"
["Processing rewards…"]
10 Million VRC
Skill Unlocked: Rapid Healing
Effect: Heal wounds at 10x normal speed. (Upgradeable)
Strength +1
Charm +1
Frank let out a low whistle. "10 million? Damn, that's a jackpot! Adding the 1 million I got as a welcome package, that makes 11 million VRC. Guess I've officially joined the ranks of the elites!"
He grinned, but a thought struck him. "Wait, what's the deal with this rapid healing? If I remember correctly, you said this world isn't some kind of fantasy land, and there wouldn't be anything supernatural. So... what's with this skill?"
[You're right—I did say that,] the system replied in its usual calm tone. [But after analyzing your circumstances, [I concluded there might be situations where your life is in danger while completing tasks. You're constantly up against criminals, after all. As the system, it's my responsibility to do everything possible to protect my host. And what better way than making you stronger?]
Frank chuckled. "Alright, fair enough. I like how you're thinking. Did you get some kind of update or something?"
[Ha. Ha. Very funny,] the system deadpanned. [But I must remind you—do not use any skills in public unless absolutely necessary.]
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," Frank said with a wave of his hand.
Just then, the sound of a door opening caught his attention.
Just then, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open made his head turn.
He froze.
Zoey stepped into the room, her body wrapped in a towel that seemed barely able to cling to her curves. The soft white fabric hugged her chest, teasingly covering just enough to leave the rest to the imagination. The swell of her breasts rose with each breath, the towel dipping low enough to reveal the tantalizing hint of her cleavage.
The hem stopped scandalously high on her thighs, exposing her long, toned legs. Droplets of water clung to her skin, glistening under the morning light. One droplet slid slowly from her neck, tracing a seductive path down her collarbone, over her chest, and finally vanishing into the deep valley between her breasts.
Frank's throat went dry.
Whistle.
The sound slipped from Frank's lips before he could stop it. His eyes shamelessly drank in the sight before him, and his morning wood, which had just begun to relax, surged to full attention once more, straining against the fabric of his shorts.
Zoey's gaze flicked toward him, her lips curving into a knowing smirk as her eyes lingered on the blatant tent. A faint flush spread across her cheeks, but her confidence remained unwavering.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry tease, as if daring him to admit it.
Frank swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Enjoying? That's an understatement," he muttered, his voice low and rough.
Zoey chuckled, her laugh light and teasing, like a warm brush against his skin. "You're shameless, you know that?" she teased, running a hand slowly through her damp hair, sending droplets cascading down her neck and shoulders.
"Can you blame me?" Frank rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Why don't we skip the teasing and go for another round?"
Zoey tilted her head, her smirk deepening as she pretended to consider. "Tempting... but not everyone has their day off." Her tone dropped, sultry and laced with amusement. "Maybe I'll let you watch instead."
Her words hit him like a spark to kindling, and his gaze grew more intense as she turned toward the dresser. Her hips swayed with deliberate seduction as she walked, every step a temptation. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a set of clothes, starting with a daringly sexy red lace panty.
Slowly, Zoey bent down to slide the panties up her legs. The towel, already barely covering her thighs, rode up higher, exposing the firm, round curve of her ass and the enticing glimpse of her most intimate areas. Frank's breath hitched. His hands twitched at his sides, resisting the overwhelming urge to grab her.
But just as quickly as the view was offered, it was gone, the panties sliding up her shapely legs. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, disappearing between her plump ass cheeks, the lace framing her curves perfectly.
Then, with a fluid motion, Zoey unwound the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a careless heap.
Frank's jaw tightened as her bare breasts came into view, full and perfect, her pink nipples standing proud and erect. She was clearly enjoying the attention as much as he was.
She picked up a matching red lace bra and slid it on, the low-cut design barely containing her breasts. The top of her mounds spilled enticingly over the edge, leaving little to the imagination. If anything, the lingerie made her look even more enticing than when she was naked.
The next piece she picked up was a pair of tight black leather pants. Sliding them up her legs, she shimmied slightly to pull them over her hips, the motion making her curves jiggle just enough to drive Frank wild. The material clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every dip and swell. A fitted black tunic followed, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal the tantalizing swell of her cleavage.
Zoey turned to face him, her hands on her hips, her expression dripping with confidence. "Well?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Frank let out a shaky breath, his grin lopsided and full of unfiltered appreciation. "You're going to kill me, Zoey," he said, his voice rough with desire.
Zoey chuckled, sauntering closer to the bed. She leaned down, just enough to give him a clear view of her cleavage, her voice a low purr. "Good," she murmured, her breath brushing against his ear. "But maybe I'll let you die happy."
With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Frank sitting there, breathless, the fire she'd ignited in him burning hotter than ever.