"Tony is seriously trash. He's bad at everything. He rushes into the site and drops instantly. Sometimes he's not even as good as a random healer."
"Exactly. Last time we ran into a healer who had just started playing. We taught her how to play and could carry her to a win. But with a scrub like Tony, we just can't win no matter what."
As the group chatted, the conversation eventually shifted its focus toward Tony.
It was strange; no matter who Andrew played with, even his Older Sister who only knew how to run and gun, he could win. But as long as Tony was on the team, they couldn't win for the life of them, as if the guy had some kind of curse on him.
But Tony refused to admit he was bad, "Can you blame me? The system won't let me win, there's nothing I can do."
"You bastard, you're such a scrub that even the algorithms are rigging games against you? You're just trash at everything," Stark couldn't help but roast him.
Tony knew he was indeed bad at Valorant and couldn't win the argument, so he switched to another game to mock him back.
"Bullshit. That Match-3 game on the website, you only have ten thousand points. Don't think I didn't see. I could get a higher score using my feet."
"I just played a few rounds out of boredom on my way home. I wasn't playing seriously."
"If you're bad, practice more. Don't make excuses."
"You son of a bitch, look at you acting all high and mighty. I'm going to grind that score up right now."
After saying that, Stark went to Andrew's website to play Match-3. Then Tony said he was going to grind for an even higher score to mock Stark later, and left too.
The remaining few people also left the chat to get ready for bed.
Andrew glanced at the time and realized it was already past 11 PM.
"It really is time to sleep. This is Scarlett's house after all. It would be embarrassing to oversleep tomorrow."
Andrew was about to lie down when he felt the urge to pee, so he had to get up and tip-toe out of the room.
The courtyard's bathroom was in another small flat building. For Andrew, who had grown up in a residential complex, it was quite unfamiliar. It took him a while to find it.
After finishing his business, Andrew crossed the courtyard again on his way back to the bedroom.
Halfway there, he stopped and looked up at the night sky.
The quiet night here felt exceptionally serene compared to the colorful high-rises in the distance.
The pine and cypress trees in the center of the yard had lush green leaves that swayed slightly in the breeze, as if urging Andrew to go inside.
Andrew started walking again and pushed the door open to enter the bedroom. In the quiet courtyard, only that pine and cypress tree remained.
Back inside, Andrew carefully closed the door, trying not to make any sound.
However, he couldn't avoid the clicking sound of the door frame closing.
"Mmm!"
Scarlett, who was already asleep, seemed to have been disturbed and let out a soft moan.
Andrew didn't know, what she is muttering about.
Inside the bed curtains, Scarlett seemed to turn over, murmuring again, "Don't go... don't..."
Hearing the tossing and turning on the bed and the occasional murmurs from Scarlett, Andrew suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Could Scar feeling unwell again?"
Andrew thought she might be in pain again; after all, Scarlett was just a delicate girl. He quickly tip-toed to her bedside and gently pulled back the curtain.
By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he saw Scarlett frowning, mumbles constantly escaping her lips.
Andrew leaned down and placed his hand on her forehead. Finding her temperature normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It looks like she's just having a nightmare."
Scarlett's arm moved as if trying to grab something.
Andrew guessed she wanted to hold onto something, so he reached over to grab the pillow from his own bed, intending to let her hold it.
But as he reached out to tuck the pillow into her arms, she suddenly turned over and caught his arm.
"???"
Before Andrew could react, Scarlett's hand suddenly tightened, pulling him, who was already leaning over, directly onto her bed.
"Holy crap! She's so strong!"
Andrew whispered in shock. Just as he was about to sit up, her slender arms reached around from behind him and held him firmly.
This unexpected turn of events left Andrew stunned. He tried to break free while whispering to her, attempting to get her to let go.
"You yourself didn't want to sleep, and now you are holding me," Andrew said, as he let her hold him, she Scarlett held him too tightly.
And he also again heard her murmur, sounding like both a plea and a sob, came from her mouth, "Don't go..."
Andrew immediately stopped moving and changed to a soft comfort: "I won't go, I won't go."
For the next few minutes, Andrew didn't move again, letting her hold him tightly in her arms until her breathing became even and she stopped talking in her sleep.
Then he hold her perfect figure with no excess fat in his arms, since it always feels so perfect.
"Heh, being held by Scarlett is always feels comfortable. Since, she has so much great body."
But soon, Andrew began to suffer because he couldn't fall asleep at all. The faint fragrance wafting from her body constantly stimulated his nerves.
Especially the soft sensation of the slimes pressed against his back, combined with the warmth of her body, made it impossible for him to calm his mind.
His cock stood erect, and it wants to experience something. But he tried to controlled himself, since she is sleeping.
"How am I supposed to sleep like this?"
After shouting in his heart, Andrew quickly took a few deep breaths, "Stay calm, stay calm."
A famous person once said that as long as your mind is free of stray thoughts, you will naturally fall asleep.
Wait, did famous person actually say that? Never mind, it's not important. No stray thoughts, no stray thoughts. No! Stray! Thoughts!
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The next morning, Scarlett slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes still glistening with a few tears.
"Another nightmare, but I seemed to sleep quite well last night."
She murmured softly.
Just as she was about to pull her right hand out to rub her eyes, she realized she was holding something in her arms.
Looking closely and seeing it was Andrew, she reflexively sat up, her sleepiness instantly vanishing in shock.
"Why is he in my bed? Didn't I kicked him out, did he climbed after I falls asleep?"
Thinking that, she quickly calmed down, that's little fellow is so naughty, that one day I didn't give him, he still climbed into my bed.
But didn't dare to do anything.
Looking at Andrew curled up and hugging the pillow, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, "This Little Fellow looks quite cute when he sleeps."
As she watched, she actually lay back down and gently hugged him again, "The Little Fellow is so comfortable to hold."
"Hee~ He's let me hold him all night anyway, and I like to to hold him so much."