The 5-1 win still buzzed in Alex's veins as he drove through the familiar streets of Inglewood. The media storm was growing louder by the minute — his phone was full of notifications about the "mystery blonde." He silenced it and kept driving.
Emma had sent him a simple text earlier:
"Parents are away for the weekend. Come to my place. Back door is open. No one will know."
It was a normal two-story house in a quiet residential area — nothing fancy, just a regular family home with a small front yard and a faded blue door. Alex parked a few houses away and slipped through the back gate. The kitchen light was on, casting a warm glow.
Emma was waiting in the living room wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts, her long blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail. The house was quiet, the TV off, the only sound the distant hum of the fridge.
"You look stressed," she said softly, walking straight up to him and pulling him into a kiss. "The reporters are going crazy online. I saw the clip. You handled it well, but I know you need to forget all that tonight."
Alex kissed her back, hands sliding under the T-shirt to feel her warm skin. The normalcy of the house — the old couch, the family photos on the wall, the faint smell of dinner from earlier — made everything feel more real, more forbidden.
Emma pulled him toward the stairs. "My room. Parents won't be back till Sunday."
They barely made it through the door before the T-shirt came off. Emma stood in front of him in just her panties, the soft lamp light from her desk casting gentle shadows on her body.
"I want you to use me tonight," she whispered, voice already husky. "Forget the cameras, forget the questions. Just fuck me like you own me."
Alex pushed her gently onto the bed. The mattress creaked softly under their weight — a normal teenage girl's bed with a simple headboard and plain sheets. He kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together, while his hands roamed over her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth.
He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, then pulled her panties off with his teeth. Emma spread her legs wide, already wet. He licked her slowly, teasingly, circling her clit with his tongue while two fingers slid inside her.
"Oh god… Ace… your tongue feels so good…" she moaned, hips bucking against his face, hands gripping his hair.
He devoured her until she came hard, thighs trembling around his head, a loud, broken cry filling the quiet room.
Emma didn't give him time to recover. She pushed him onto his back, climbed on top, and took his thick cock into her mouth, sucking him deep and slow, eyes locked on his.
"You taste so good after a big win," she murmured, stroking him with her hand while licking the head. "I love knowing the whole world is trying to figure out who's sucking your cock right now."
She straddled him, sank down slowly, taking every inch with a long moan. She rode him hard, breasts bouncing, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath them.
"Fuck me like you own me," she gasped. "Like I'm your dirty little secret while they hunt for my name."
Alex flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her deep and fast. The new angle made her eyes roll back, loud moans echoing in the small bedroom.
"Yes — harder — fuck me like the whole world is watching!"
He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and took her from behind, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust.
"You like knowing they're all trying to guess who you are while I'm balls-deep inside you?" he growled.
"Yes — I love it — I'm your secret slut — fuck me harder!"
She came hard, screaming his name into the pillow. Alex didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm until he buried himself deep and came with a long groan, thick ropes flooding inside her.
They collapsed together on the small bed, sweaty and breathing hard. Emma curled against his chest, tracing patterns on his skin with her finger.
"That was… exactly what we both needed," she whispered. "You're rising so fast, Ace. The contract, the match, the cameras… I want to be part of every wild part of it."
Alex kissed her forehead, staring at the ceiling of her normal teenage bedroom.
The system remained completely silent and secret, but the satisfaction ran deeper than any upgrade ever could.
This is the life I chose. The pitch, the contract, the fame, the scandals, the pleasure. No more regret from 2024. I will take everything — and I will still become the greatest.
Emma drifted off in his arms, the house quiet around them.
Tonight the world outside could hunt all it wanted.
He had already won.