5 Times a Day

**Chapter 88**

Spurt!

Spurt!

Stream after stream, my semen entered her mouth. Her lips stayed tightly wrapped around my swollen dick head, sealing it in. Her tongue was no longer teasing me on purpose. It was busy taste-testing the load she had pulled out of me, slow and greedy, like she didn’t want to waste a drop.

All I could do was bite my tongue and lock my arms at my sides. This was exactly the kind of situation where a man lost control. Hands in hair. Hips forward. Throat used. I didn’t let myself do any of that. This was her punishment, not mine to take back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was actually fifty seconds or less, I stopped cumming. The euphoria flipped into torture the second she licked my oversensitive head one last time. A clean, cruel little flick right over the slit.

A few more seconds of that, then it ended. A blessing. I stayed where I was, stiff as a pole. Both my pole and I were no longer in the soft confines of her warm mouth. The air hit me, and I almost hissed.

She didn’t follow it with anything erotic. No swallow show held open for me. No cute wipe of the lip. She stood, picked up her purse from the study desk, and headed for the door like she had just finished a snack.

“Bye, honey. Thanks for the treat.”

Without caring that her twin sister’s room was right next door, or that anyone could walk by and see me with my pants down and my dick still out, she left the door open. I yanked my pants up so fast it almost hurt and dropped into Sara’s chair, flabbergasted.

It was confirmed now. I needed to know what the bonded partner system actually did. Sara’s behavior had changed too much to write off as mood or jealousy. And the person I was most worried about was Mira. She was perceptive. Especially when it came to her twin.

I sat there until my legs remembered how to work, then left her room and went to mine. No one asked what Sara had wanted. Mira did shoot me a glance in the hall. I couldn’t read it. That was the problem with Mira. She never gave you the easy version of her face.

Soon it was time to leave with Sasha.

Contrary to what one might have expected, this wasn’t an erotic outing. From my experience with Sara, and to some extent with Aunt Elise, not every relationship was about sex. The philosophies of Angel didn’t quite help here. Not everything had to be passionate and filthy. Sometimes a simple outing with nothing on your mind helped too. Fresh air. Screaming rides. Sugar. No locked doors.

Sasha was buzzing before we even got through the gate. She dragged me from the ticket booth to the first line like she had been saving this day for months. Maybe she had.

“Woohoooo!!!!”

She screamed when the roller coaster dropped. The whole car shook. Her hands were in the air. Mine stayed on the bar because the ride still felt slow to me, like the world had been turned down a notch since the system. For her, it was everything. For me, it was a moving picture I could predict two seconds early.

The rides after that were the same. Spinning. Dropping. Water splashing her legs while she laughed so hard she had to lean on me. I bought her whatever she pointed at. Cotton candy. A stupid headband. A keychain she said was for Mira and then kept in her own pocket.

Unfortunately, the only ride that could actually make my heart race wasn’t something I could do with the girl next to me. And doing it with anyone else today was a terrible idea after Sara’s little morning trial.

Still, I had fun. That surprised me more than the rides. Sasha’s joy was loud and simple, and it was hard not to catch some of it. We stayed until the lines thinned and the sun started leaning west. It wasn’t until five that we were finished with every ride she wanted and every stand she claimed we “had to try.”

“I had so much fun!” Sasha exclaimed at the dinner table, still wearing the energy like a jacket. She had bought stuff for everyone. I paid for it. Aunt Elise looked at me with that charming smile she used when she was proud and teasing at the same time.

“You really know how to spoil her, don’t you?”

“It was nothing.”

“You didn’t take your friends?” Mira asked.

“Nope. No one was free,” Sasha replied, already digging into her plate. Since we had done nothing today worth hiding, my conscience was clean. I didn’t care how inquisitive Mira was being. There was nothing for her to catch.

“You ready for that date tomorrow?” Tom suddenly asked while the girls were still talking.

Aunt Elise smiled over her glass. “It’s not a date if there are business partners involved, honey.”

The atmosphere turned awkward fast. Worse than the morning. Forks paused. Sara glanced between them. Mira’s face didn’t change much, which somehow made it worse.

There were still no signs of complaint on Aunt Elise’s face. She genuinely didn’t care. I knew why. Tom didn’t.

“It’s just lunch, honey. Tristan and Selena insisted on getting together. I couldn’t refuse,” Tom replied, like a man explaining something he already knew was wrong.

“It’s alright.”

The complete dismissal stunned the table. Even I wondered for a second if she was going through a character change. She wasn’t a system-registered partner yet, so I couldn’t tell. All I had was the look on her face. Soft. Unbothered. Almost kind.

“It’s just for an hour. Then it would just be us,” Tom added, still trying to fix a fight that wasn’t happening.

Even Sara, who was usually oblivious to that kind of undercurrent, could tell Aunt Elise didn’t care.

“Okay. Whatever suits you the best.”

I guess having sex with me had clicked something inside her. Or broken something. Or replaced it. I didn’t like how easily that thought sat in my chest.

The awkward dinner ended in small talk that didn’t stick. Everyone retired to their rooms. I did the same. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but I had hopes anyway. The daily count was done, but I still had three tries left from the Restore skill I had used with Aunt Elise.

I waited longer than I should have.

No one came.

I had to rub them out myself, so I wouldn’t waste the EXP, no matter how small it was. It was mechanical. Dry in spirit even when it wasn’t dry in fact. My hand. The same rhythm. No voice. No heat but my own. Tired from getting myself off with no real pleasure, I finally lay back and let sleep take me.

The next moment, I was standing in a dark room.

Not dream-dark, where there was a shining light only on you. Dark as hell. So black I couldn’t see my own hands, let alone anything in front of me. The air had weight. The floor had temperature. My skin felt too awake for this to be ordinary sleep.

I didn’t panic this time. I had learned that much. I stayed put and waited.

I waited long enough that the darkness started to get to me. No sound. No breath but mine. That tiny, lightless pressure that makes your mind invent shapes.

Then a single flicker appeared.

Tiny. I only spotted it because it stuck out of the black like a sore thumb.

It brightened. And brightened. And brightened, until it was too much for eyes that had gotten used to nothing. I had to shut them. The glow still punched through my lids.

After about ten minutes, the sting faded. I opened my eyes.

My jaw hit the floor.

“Fufu. Just what I was expecting.”

The voice was sweet and serene, and it did not match the shock in my chest. The woman in front of me was unmatched. If Aunt Elise were a solid eleven, this woman would be a thousand. Maybe more. Beauty so clean it felt unfair. Not just a pretty face. Presence. The kind that made the room rearrange itself around her.

“So you are the new successor?” she asked, almost like she couldn’t believe it. She waited after that. I realized she wanted an answer.

Oddly enough, even while her beauty hit me, my mind stayed awake. I didn’t stare too long. I took a deep breath and found words.

“Successor?”

“Yes. Successor. The heart of the lust dragon. It rests within you, does it not?”

She spoke in a slightly stuck-up way, like Rox, but her accent wasn’t British. More like an Asian woman stressing certain words in a foreign language, careful and proud at the same time.

The second giveaway was the yukata-style dress. Long sleeves. Fabric baggy enough to fit two of her, except at the waist and chest, where it pulled tight and showed off a slim waist and a huge bust. Classic hourglass figure.

I didn’t know much about the dragon heart, so I stayed quiet and nodded. She smiled like that nod had confirmed something she had already decided.

“So you do have it? Have you made your first partner yet?”

I nodded again.

“I can tell you are confused. You must not know much about the system because it does not come with instructions.” She said it like she had been through this exact ignorance. Then she smiled again, smaller. “But that is why we are here.”

“We?”

“The previous owners of the system.”

“So you had the system too?”

“I did.”

Brief regret flashed through her eyes. Just a flicker. I didn’t need more explanation.

Her fate was the same as Rox’s.

As if she could read that thought right off my face, she said, “For us, who wish for power through immoral means, there is nothing but pain awaiting us.”

The next moment the scene changed.

An old Japanese-style house. Bamboo. Tatami. Screens. Flowery shit everywhere, pretty in a way that felt staged.

My eyes weren’t on the house.

They were on the horror in front of me.

Suddenly, Rox’s life started to look incomparably better than hers.

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You must know the pattern now. I'll be taking Sundays off.

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