Minne finished, stood, and brushed dust from her knees. "All clean," she said shyly, eyes flicking to me—then down, lingering on the bulge straining my zipper. Her face went scarlet. She busied herself with the pillows, fluffing them with quick, nervous movements.

I set the frame down, wiped sweat from my brow. "Need a break. You too—grab, erm, grab some water."

She nodded, scurrying off. I locked myself in the bathroom, exhaled hard. Phone out—Jasmine's nudes from days ago. Naked, legs spread, tits out. I stroked fast, desperate. But nothing. Needed real touch.

"Fuck…" I said, cock throbbed, aching.

Knock. "Master?"

"Y-yeah?"

A pause. "Are you… in there because of me?"

I froze.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For showing you my unpleasant body. It was an accident. Please forgive me."

"No—no, that's not it," I said, buckling up and opening the door.

Minne stood there in her maid outfit, arms crossed over her chest, the black dress with white lace trim hugging her petite frame. The hem swayed just above her knees. She grabbed it with trembling fingers and slowly pulled it up, revealing white cotton panties, clinging to her soft pink folds, the outline of her slit faintly visible through the fabric.

"If you think it's worth it," she mumbled, eyes fixed on the floor, "use my body to masturbate, Master."

I gulped, throat dry. "I'm not Guy Nolin. I can't force—"

"No," she said, face red as a tomato. "I'd be… ha… hap—happy if you used me, Master."

My cock surged, rock hard against my zipper. She noticed, a faint, shy smile tugging at her lips.

I stared—her body, offered so sweetly. No idea what to do.

My hands moved on their own. I unzipped, and my cock sprang free, thick and flushed, pre-cum beading at the tip. Minne's eyes flicked to it, then dropped, head tilting down, cheeks burning.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started stroking slowly.

"Sorry," she whispered, voice tiny. "My bre—breasts aren't as big as the other girls you're with… my butt is small too…"

"Minne," I rasped, "you're perfect. Every part of you. Nothing wrong here."

Her lips parted, breath shaky. "C-can I… suck your fingers?" The words cracked, needy and soft.

I remembered her last night—fingers in her mouth, slick with spit, head thumping the wall as she came. My cock jerked in my grip. "Suck my fingers?"

"Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'd like to… if that's okay, Master."

I lifted my free hand. She stepped closer, took my index and middle fingers between her soft lips. Her tongue swirled instantly—warm, wet. She moaned around them, eyes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing as she sucked like it was everything. Saliva dripped down her chin, glistening on the lace of her dress.

I pumped my cock harder, matching her rhythm. Every pull of her lips sent fire up my spine; every flick of her tongue made my balls tighten. Her panties darkened, the damp spot spreading, cotton clinging to swollen pink folds, a fresh gush of wetness soaking through.

"Fuck, Minne," I groaned. "Just like that—suck them like you need it."

She whimpered, bobbing her head, tongue lapping between my fingers, tracing every ridge. Her thighs pressed together, hips rocking, chasing friction. The scent of her arousal hit me—sweet, sharp, intoxicating.

I was close. Fuck, I was going to cum this fast?

"Can't—" I choked. "Gonna—"

She sucked harder, eyes wide and pleading. Her pussy clenched visibly through the soaked cotton, another wave of wetness staining the fabric.

I exploded.

The first rope shot high, splattering across her flat stomach, just above the waistband. The second painted her navel. Thick, endless pulses followed—one after another—coating her skin, dripping down to her panties, pooling on the hardwood between her feet. I couldn't stop; my cock jerked in my fist, milking every drop until the floor and her belly glistened white.

We stayed frozen—me panting, her still gently nursing my fingers, cum cooling on her skin.

She pulled off with a soft pop, lips swollen and shiny.

I tucked myself away, zipped up. No further. She's been through enough thanks to that bastard Guy. I couldn't just pin her and fuck her… that fantasy had to stay burried.

"Thank you," I managed, voice rough.

Minne nodded, shy, eyes down. "Let me clean here, Master."

"Yeah," I said, stepping back. "I'll… smoke in the living room."

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Minne's Interest +1

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She bent to gather a cloth, cum trailing down her thighs. I turned and walked away, heart hammering, cock still half-hard.

That was… awkward as hell. But damn, that was good.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60★★

Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20

Tessa: Interest: 27 / 40★

Kim: Interest: 30 / 40★

Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80★★★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 6 /20

Nala: Interest: 66 /80★★★

Penelope: Interest: 3 /20

Minne: Interest: 12 /20

Ivy: Interest: 2/20

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Progress:

★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Select a woman to track progress.

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Jasmine and the others shuffled into the penthouse at four in the afternoon, looking like they'd been through a war. Hair messy, shoulders slumped. Nala was the worst—coffee stain blooming across her white blouse, eyes heavy with exhaustion.

I sat at the dining table, scrolling news and memes to kill time. Cora hadn't texted. I hoped I hadn't thrown her into the deep end—cops, Guy's goons, whatever. But she'd broken into my place and jerked off to my clothes. She knew how to handle herself… I think? Breaking into a house took some guts, right?

"I'm pooped," Nala groaned, collapsing onto the living room couch. "Project Phoenix is killing me."

"Numbers, numbers, numbers. More numbers," Jasmine muttered, flopping beside her.

"Charts…" Tessa added, lying across Jasmine's lap, hand on her forehead. "My god."

Kim shrugged. "Could've been worse."

"Rough day, huh?" I called, setting my phone down.

"You have no idea, Evan," Nala said. She glanced at me. "How'd it go with Cora?"

"She said she'd handle it," I replied. "Just hoping I didn't put her in harm's way."

"Why trust her?" Tessa asked, sitting up. "I saw her. Doesn't scream 'intimidator.'"

I kept the clothes-masturbation thing to myself. "I trust her. No choice."

Minne appeared with a tray—five steaming hot chocolates, wisps of steam curling up. She smiled shyly, weaving between them to hand out mugs.

"Thank you, sweetie," Tessa said, taking one. "Just what I needed."

"My pleasure," Minne murmured, then brought one to me.

I grabbed it, smiled. She flushed red, avoided my eyes, and scurried to the kitchen. Fuck. The hallway thing. I'd weirded her out. But… her Interest went up, right? She'd offered, after all. Strange girl.

Tessa exhaled. "Ugh, smells bad. Dude, stop smoking inside. You have a balcony."

"It's cold," I said.

"Cold my ass. Open a window."

"Still cold."

"Then kiss my ass."

"That's an invite or…?"

She chuckled, waved me off, and sipped her drink. I laughed, but inside I was wired. Cora. Charlotte. What if it backfired?

"Hale brothers," Nala said, rubbing her temples. "Marcus Hale, specifically. Gave me a headache."

"What'd he do?" I asked.

"Board meeting on Phoenix," she said. "Marcus grilled me—endless questions, nitpicking projections, flashing old reports like he'd caught me slipping. Kept asking why we're 'rushing' when the numbers are solid. Board mostly backed me, but he wouldn't let up. Smug bastard."

"Yeah," I said. "Marcus is a jerk."

"He's the one who volunteered to be CEO, right?" Kim asked.

"Yeah," Nala said. "Jackass."

"Jackass indeed," Jasmine nodded, sipping her hot chocolate.

I stretched, yawned, the chair creaking under me. Everyone sipped their hot chocolates in comfortable silence, steam curling above the mugs.

My phone buzzed. I snatched it up, heart kicking—Cora?

No. Mendy.

I exhaled, answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Evan," Mendy said, voice light but hesitant. "How are you?"

"I'm good. You? Everything okay?"

"Yes!" A pause. "I was just checking… um… that thing."

"What thing?"

"You know what that thing is…" she muttered, shy.

I froze. "Oh… fuck. I'm so sorry. I'll get it to you tomorrow. Promise."

"Thanks," she said softly. "Um… bye."

"Bye, Mendy. Sorry again."

"No problem."

I hung up, set the phone down, and rubbed my face. Jasmine, who'd been eavesdropping, placed her mug on the coffee table.

"Mendy?" she asked. "What does she want?"

"Just checking in," I said. "Poor girl."

No way I was admitting I still had her panties in a jacket pocket. Fucking Richard.

I checked the time—still a while before dinner. Maybe I could visit Mendy? Hell, what was I even thinking? I had a car now. I could drive there in ten minutes and be back just as fast. Shit… I was still having trouble adjusting to this new life.

"I gotta go," I said, standing. "Check on Cora."

"Alright," Jasmine said. "Be careful."

"Yep."

"Master Evan?" Minne called from the kitchen.

I turned. She stood in the doorway, hands clasped. "If it's possible… could I take a few hours off? My mother's sick. I want to visit her. She lives close by."

"Sure," I said. "Change into casual clothes."

"Thank you, Master." She bowed slightly and disappeared.

I waved at the girls, they waved back, and stepped into the hall after grabbing… 'that' jacket. Leaned against the wall, waiting. Couldn't shake it: Minne offering herself, cum on her stomach, shy little smile. Fuck.

Minutes later, the door opened. Minne stepped out in a simple t-shirt and jeans, small backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Oh—Master, why did you wait?"

"Aren't I dropping you off?"

"I can't ask you to do that, Master. I'll take the bus."

"Come on," I said, grinning. "Let's go. You're stubborn, huh?"

"I'm not… I'm sorry."

I hit the elevator button. "Don't be. Come on."

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