Sarah's eyes were glazed, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches as her body trembled under the force of the friction. Her legs were pulled back wide, her soaked pussy gripping his dick tight with every thrust.
"Give me..." she whimpered, her hands reaching out blindly, her heavy boobs bouncing with each impact.
Rain looked down at her, a dark glint in his eyes. He slowed his pace, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "Will you be my fuck buddy?"
'No doubt she will... kekek,' he thought, watching her expression crumble as he ground his crotch against her.
Sarah was already too far gone, completely overwhelmed to the point where even forming a proper sentence had become difficult. Her breathing turned uneven as she trembled slightly, nearing her limit. Seeing she could barely respond anymore, Rain suddenly stopped all movement entirely, remaining close while leaving her hanging in frustrated silence.
"Hey, reply or else I'm taking it out."
The sudden loss of movement snapped Sarah back to reality. Her eyes widened in panic, and she gripped his arms with desperate strength. "NO! NO! I am willing to, just don't take your dick out!"
Rain's lips curled into a satisfied, predatory grin as he felt her walls spasm around him in a frantic plea. "Now that's good."
He drove back in with a heavy, forceful lunge, reclaiming his rhythm.
Rain leaned down, capturing Sarah's mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss. A soft "Chu" echoed between them as their lips met, even while his dick continued thrusting relentlessly into her pussy.
Sarah's eyes were teary and glazed, her thoughts reduced to complete mush. Every time he pushed deep into her, her body tightened in a desperate rhythm, her chest pressed tightly against his.
"She's completely hooked… now that's more like it," he thought with a satisfied grin as he felt her cling tightly to him.
He picked up the pace, his crotch slamming against her with a wet, rhythmic slap. Sarah could only moan into his mouth, her world reduced to the friction.
Rain pinned Sarah against the surface, his dick buried deep as she let out a series of broken "Angg" moans. Her legs were locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his back.
"You're moaning out loud now, aren't you?" Rain teased, his crotch slamming into her with a wet slap that echoed in the stall.
" Aren't concerned about getting caught?"
Sarah's face was a mess of drool and tears, her eyes sparkling with pure lust. She let out a dazed, trembling giggle. "Caught? By whom? I don't know what you're talking about."
Rain stared at her with complete disbelief, watching her lose herself to the pleasure of his dick stretching her pussy to the limit.
'She's seriously this into it…?' he thought, almost stunned by how desperately she clung to him now.
Rain increased the intensity, his dick moving against her in a relentless, wet rhythm that echoed through the stall. Sarah's head fell back as her moans grew louder and more frequent, her face twisted in pure, distorted pleasure.
"Harder! More... harder!" she begged desperately, her voice trembling.
Outside the door, footsteps suddenly paused.
"Hey, did you hear that?" one voice whispered.
"What?"
"Like... a hot babe moaning? Just now."
"Man, it's just your imagination. Let's go."
Inside, Rain's eyes narrowed. 'This girl is seriously out of her mind...' he thought, feeling the heat of her pussy tightening around him.
To quiet her down, he roughly covered her mouth with his hand, but Sarah didn't resist at all. Instead, she slowly dragged her wet tongue across his palm, staring at him with shameless, hungry eyes.
'This bitch...' Rain's smirk returned as he pushed the intensity even further, his crotch slamming against her without mercy.
As the voices outside finally faded away, Rain let out a low groan, his body tightening near the edge. With one final deep motion, he released his cum deep inside her pussy.
Sarah's body instantly stiffened, her eyes rolling back as the warmth spread through her, leaving her expression dazed and completely ruined.
A few moments later, the two of them finished fixing their clothes and got ready to leave.
Sarah carefully peeked outside first before taking a cautious step forward, but before she could move away, Rain suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, leaning close to her ear with a playful grin. "What's the hurry?"
Sarah immediately shot him an annoyed glare. "We can get caught."
"Oh?" Rain looked completely amused. "Were you thinking about that while you were moaning like crazy earlier when people were still outside?"
"T-That's… totally different!" Sarah snapped back instantly, her face turning red again from embarrassment.
Rain only let out a tired sigh. "Whatever…"
He leaned in and softly kissed her cheek before stepping away, casually waving his hand with the same carefree smile as always. "Don't forget—we're fuck buddies now, professor."
"…."
Sarah stood there silently, staring blankly at his departing figure as he walked away without the slightest bit of shame or hesitation.
Then, a second later—
The meaning of those words fully sank in.
Her entire face flushed deep red in an instant as embarrassment exploded inside her, leaving her completely speechless while her heart beat wildly out of control.
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Rain pushed the door open and stepped inside a spacious practice room. Smooth wooden flooring stretched across the entire area, polished enough to reflect the warm ceiling lights above. The room carried that familiar calm atmosphere unique to training halls—quiet, slightly cool, and filled with the faint scent of wood and sweat from countless hours of practice.
Large mirrors covered one side of the wall while the other held weapon racks lined neatly with training swords, staffs, and practice equipment. A few benches rested near the corners, and wide windows allowed soft sunlight to pour inside, giving the room an open, refreshing feeling.
The place was simple, clean, and spacious—exactly the kind of room built for training, sparring, or just wasting hours practicing alone.
"The academy really has some good facilities," Rain muttered as his eyes wandered around the spacious practice room, taking in the polished wooden floor, mirrored walls, and neatly arranged training equipment.
He carried a large black wooden greatsword with him from back then—heavy, solid, but still manageable thanks to his recent stat increase. Each step made a dull, controlled thud against the floor, the weight of the weapon reminding him that he was still far from comfortable with it.
[Just… fine. Not worthy for my hubby at all, but okay for now] came a proud, slightly arrogant, each word dripping with disappointment.
'Here comes your highness opinion again… which no one even asked for,' Rain thought flatly.
His focus then shifted fully to the sword in his hands. 'Can't afford to ignore training just because of those cheap system missions…'
But he didn't dare voice that thought out loud. Experience had already taught him one thing—sometimes silence was the safest choice a person could make.
Rain adjusted his grip and attempted a swing.
The movement came out heavy, rough, and completely unrefined. The blade cut through the air with visible strain, his posture breaking slightly mid-motion. It worked—but only barely, and only in the most flawed way possible.
Still…
'At least I got this weapon from the exam hall… even thaugh she is a huge prevert but she really is reliable.'
A crooked grin slowly formed on his face as he steadied himself again.
'I should find a way to thank her later properly… heheh.'
[Focus on training, hubby] the message appeared with a suspiciously serious gaze, as if she could read through his thoughts without even trying.
"...Yes, my dear wife," Rain replied in a completely flat tone, zero energy, zero effort, almost like his soul had left the conversation midway.
'Can't I even daydream in peace anymore…'
He exhaled softly and steadied his grip on the greatsword again.
"Show stats," he said in a low voice, his expression sharpening slightly as his attention finally shifted back to the screen.
[Name: Rain Brightwell]
[Race: Human]
[Age: 18]
[Strength: 17]
[Agility: 15]
[Stamina: 17]
[Endurance: 16]
[Mana: 7]
[Charm: 9]
[Intelligence: 12]
[Luck: 6]
[True Core: None]
[Remaining Points – 0]
With a slightly awkward grin, Rain scratched the back of his head. "Not bad… not bad at all."
After carefully analyzing his stats, he quickly realized two important things.
First—his growth wasn't limited to simple leveling. Each stat had its own method of development. Mana increased through repeated usage, durability improved by enduring damage and slowly tempering the body over time, and even charm… well, that one was still a mystery to him. He didn't even want to think too deeply about it.
Second—
He was completely broke.
'Zero points… tch.'
Rain clicked his tongue in frustration, his expression darkening slightly. 'I need a way to earn points… otherwise how am I supposed to use Slots or even the shop?'
And that was the real problem.
As a gacha player, he understood one absolute truth better than anyone else—power always came from resources. Wealth, currency, points… whatever form it took, it was the foundation for pulling stronger abilities, better upgrades, and rare chances.
But right now—
He didn't even have a single penny in this system.
Rain let out a long sigh, staring at his status screen with a tired expression. 'This is going to be troublesome…'
Rain's depressed mood was suddenly interrupted by a voice that echoed from nowhere.
"Select the difficulty."
He instinctively moved toward the source of the sound, turning his head—only to immediately freeze.
His face was buried between two unexpectedly soft, unfamiliar… "mountains," his vision awkwardly caught in an unintended close-up angle.
"Hmmm… what is this?" Rain muttered, completely confused as his hand instinctively pressed against the soft surface before he could process what he was touching.
In the next instant, recognition hit him like lightning.
'Why am I getting déjà vu…?!'
He swallowed hard, quickly stepping back as realization fully set in—and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the hell!?"