The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: 64 | The Thirty-Day Countdown

I picked up the pace, driving into her with enough force that the bed frame creaked.

She came again, her third orgasm, and I finally let myself go. The release hit hard, and I groaned as I filled her.

For a moment, we just lay there connected, catching our breath.

"That’s three for me," she said. "One for you. We’re not even close to done."

She wasn’t wrong.

We went four more rounds after that. Each one started with me thinking I couldn’t possibly get hard again, and each one ended with Diane moaning beneath me while I thrust into her like my life depended on it.

By round seven, she could barely form words.

"Lukas," she whimpered as I moved inside her. "I can’t... I can’t..."

"One more," I coaxed. "Give me one more."

Her body obeyed even if her mind resisted. The seventh orgasm was weaker than the others, but it still made her tremble and gasp.

I came for the seventh time shortly after, completely spent in every possible way.

We collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted and tangled in sheets that would need to be changed.

"Seven," she mumbled against my chest, barely coherent. "We did seven."

"We did."

"Good." Her eyes were sliding shut even as she spoke. "I’ll need... the data... for my analysis tomorrow."

I held her the way I had every night for the past two weeks, waiting for her breathing to slow and deepen into actual sleep. Usually took about fifteen minutes before I could extract myself.

Tonight it took ten.

Seven rounds had completely wiped her out. Her body went slack against mine faster than it ever had before, and within minutes she was dead to the world.

I waited another five just to be sure. Her breathing stayed slow and even, her face slack with genuine unconsciousness.

I carefully extracted myself from her grip and slipped out of bed. Found my clothes on the floor and dressed quickly.

Before leaving, I looked back at her. She lay on her side, hair spread across the pillow, completely vulnerable in sleep.

Something twisted in my chest. Guilt, maybe. Or something worse that I refused to name.

I left her room and crept back to mine, closing the door softly behind me.

2:17 AM. Right on schedule.

I collapsed onto my bed without bothering to shower. I’d wake up in three hours anyway to do it all again.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I checked my status screen out of habit.

〘 STATUS UPDATE 〙

〘 STRENGTH: 34 (+2) 〙

〘 AGILITY: 36 (+2) 〙

〘 DEXTERITY: 37 (+1) 〙

〘 ENDURANCE: 42 (+2) 〙

Seven rounds with Diane plus my morning training with Sloane equaled consistent gains. The math checked out.

But something else nagged at me.

The System had been quiet. Too quiet.

For two weeks, not a single quest notification. No side missions. No main objectives. No emergency prompts demanding I grope someone or seduce a new target.

Just... silence.

I’d gone from constant harassment to complete radio silence, and that felt wrong.

The System didn’t do quiet unless it was planning something.

I pulled up the quest log.

〘 ACTIVE QUESTS: 0 〙

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