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No one was surprised to see Phoebe was the one to volunteer. She was the most energetic one at the party, and also, she was mostly sober, choosing to limit herself to water rather than drinking heavily.

Anyone else would have drawn criticism for ruining the party, but Phoebe did not. Her sober state was fun and flighty enough, and others being drunk only balanced the field.

“Let’s dance,” Phoebe said. As he grabbed her hips, he caught Monica’s gaze from across the room, amused by her exasperated yet aroused expression.

Then, Phoebe’s hands started dancing on his naked skin, and he focused on her. She was already wearing only a bra and a skirt. She had a more willowy frame, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a total smokeshow.

However, most people missed it, distracted by her flighty, hippie attitude.

As he cupped her ass, he realized that she had already gotten rid of her panties, meaning, she was ready for some extra fun. He led her in a few basic steps, and she followed easily, while she pressed her body very tight.

The room cheered while they danced. The dance was sexy and dirty, but it was still impressive. Phoebe was a good dancer, enough to follow his rhythm.

However, her focus was less on her steps, and more on the way her body molded against his at the moment. She was horny, and his touch, barely restricted by her thin skirt, didn’t help. Nor did the wind as they started moving.

For the first song, it stayed innocent, as much as it could be under the constraints. While they circled, the room erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles. Then, the new song kicked in.

He didn’t hold back. He spun her out, then yanked her back hard so her chest slammed against his. One hand stayed locked on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her just enough that the cool air kissed her folds.

However, at the same time, he dragged her toward the sides of the room, once again using the angles and poor lighting to his advantage, pulling the front of her skirt high enough to slip his shaft, so that it was trapped between her thighs rather than pressing against her stomach.

Phoebe giggled, but her breathing grew harder. Their dancing turned less dynamic, while she started rolling her hips. With her skirt there to cover, he pulled his g-string, trapping his shaft between her thighs.

He answered by sliding one hand up her back, unhooking her bra with a single practiced flick, throwing it toward the party. Phoebe’s small, perfect breasts bounced free under the dim lights, pressing his chest. She didn’t cover herself. Instead she arched, offering them, and the room exploded with louder cheers and laughter.

He kept the dance moving with spins and dips, covering up their closeness while his free hand explored without shame. He cupped one breast, thumb circling the tight nipple, then slid lower, under the hem of her skirt.

Two fingers found her already slick entrance and pushed inside while they kept moving in time with the beat.

Phoebe’s eyes fluttered. A soft, delighted moan slipped out, the music covering it up. She rode his fingers as they danced, rolling her hips in perfect rhythm, his shaft still trapped between her thighs, her wetness dripping over it.

He was glad that most of the room was already too drunk to see straight, or they would have been caught. But, right now, only Monica and Carol were sober, and of the two, only one of them needed to stay obvious, and she did.

Once they completed a turn, he positioned himself in a different position, and made her turn, his shaft once again under her skirt, but this time, Phoebe angled herself so that he was no longer limited to her thighs.

He slipped inside.

It looked like a dirty grind to most of their audience. His hands settled on her waist, her arms raised above her head, body undulating.

She sank down just enough to take the tip, then rose again, teasing, using the dance to fuck herself on him in tiny, controlled increments that looked like pure showmanship.

The room was screaming with delight. Phoebe was laughing, moaning, putting on the most shameless performance of the night. Every time the beat dropped, she pushed back farther, taking more of him, until finally she sank all the way down in one smooth motion, impaling herself fully.

He let her take the initiative, amused by her daring.

His hands caressed her hips while she stayed moving, alternating between rocking and grinding. Phoebe’s head fell back against his shoulder, eyes half-lidded with pure pleasure. He squeezed her nipple openly. She clenched around him, milking him in time with the rhythm.

It was a quick, fun adventure. Every deep grind was timed, her moans faded under the loud music and the occasonal cheers. Monica and Carol watched with arousal, but only Carol was clapping and laughing, completely unaware that the wild adventure that was happening underneath Phoebe’s skirt.

Inevitably, Phoebe came, her whole body shuddering against him while she kept the smile on her face for the audience, though, without his help, she would have collapsed.

[Achievement complete. Properly meet Phoebe, in style.

Challenge: Daring]

[+25 Charisma

1 Random Platinum Skill

1 Random Platinum Reward]

The size of achievement was surprising, but then, maybe not. He got tempted to pick the skill, just to see exactly what he would get from her. She was a surprising source.

[Expert Guitar]

[Elite Skill: You are a master of handling the variants of guitar, from classic to electronic, enough to play dedicated solo performances for classical music, as well as holding the stage in major rock festivals.]

He hummed. It was a good reward. He expected something more fun, but guitar was also entertaining, especially since it was more general than cello, and it was certainly easier to lug around than a piano.

He could have let her go, but instead, he brought her when he sat next to Carol.

Carol was alone on the large couch, Susan’s seat still empty. He had initially expected Carol to follow Susan, but she was too distracted by the dance to question why her future wife was away.

It helped that the large couch was positioned in a way that partially blocked the view of the others, not that they were in a mood to watch.

Carol blushed. Being near topless, Phoebe was enough to trigger her, and for a moment, she seemed to consider retreating. “Maid of honor, right?” he asked Carol while he reached and squeezed her leg, interrupting her.

Phoebe giggled while her hips continued to grind, what they were doing somehow still a secret from Carol.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, no doubt remembering their unnecessary ruse. “B-but my own wedding is not too far away either,” she added.

“Then you deserve a proper dance as well,” he whispered, his hand staying on her thigh. She reacted to his touch even more hungrily, her gaze jumping between his muscular chest and Phoebe’s bouncing breasts.

She was aroused enough to let his hand climb up. Instead of protesting, she moaned, and his hand climbed under the skirt of her beautiful sundress. Her thighs parted immediately, the soft fabric of her panties already damp. Phoebe, still perched in his lap and fully impaled, kept rolling her hips in slow, secret circles.

“I don’t know…” Carol whispered when he pushed her panties to the side and caressed her wetness once before pulling back, but it would have been more convincing if she hadn’t parted her legs even more.

“I think you do,” he responded. Carol’s cheeks burned. Her eyes flicked to Phoebe’s bare breasts bouncing gently with each subtle movement, then down to where Ethan’s hand disappeared under her dress. “I don’t usually…” she started to whisper. Then her voice faded.

Phoebe leaned over, still rocking on Ethan’s cock, and caressed Carol’s cheek playfully. “Come on, this is your party as well. Live a little,” she whispered conspiratorially in her ear, but he heard as well. “You should let him finish the performance.”

Carol’s answer was a shaky exhale. He took it as permission. He pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her. She was soaked, walls fluttering around his fingers the second he curled them. Carol’s head fell back against the couch cushion, a soft, startled moan escaping before she bit her lip hard.

He looked back, caught Monica’s gaze, and gestured her to dim the lights even more and turn on the music. She did, but once she did, she took a seat she could see the show, hidden in the dark.

Her presence went unnoticed.

For the drunk occupants, it still looked like nothing more than the stripper and the half-naked hippie entertaining the bride-to-be on the couch. They were busy laughing and refilling drinks, missing what was going on.

He kept his focus divided. His fingers worked Carol in the same slow, deliberate rhythm that Phoebe used to grind on his cock. Every time Phoebe sank down fully, he pressed deeper into Carol; every time Carol clenched around his fingers, he thrust up into Phoebe. The dual sensation made both women breathe harder.

Surprisingly, Carol climaxed even faster than Phoebe.

He decided to reward her by letting her caress his thigh unimpeded, and soon, she found exactly what was going on under Phoebe’s skirt.

“Fun, right?” he whispered. “I mean, it’s a bit unfair to give her the treat the bride got, but she’s insistent.”

“The treat bride got,” Carol whispered, struck by the realization that her fiancee had been doing more than she had realized. Any other time, she probably would have reacted that badly, but there was a reason he revealed that right after her climax.

He leaned for a kiss, which she accepted immediately, choosing that payback was a better choice.

She responded to the kiss passionately, the darkness of the room helping greatly. He added a third finger, continuing to tease her post-orgasm. Her moans were spectacular. Phoebe watched, fascinated, but her hips were doing the work.

After her second orgasm, he decided to give Phoebe a break. He lifted her to the side, revealing his shaft, glistening in the mostly dark room. “Want to take a turn, maid of honor?” he teased.

Carol’s fingers tightened. She glanced toward the rest of the party, seemingly undecided, but he could feel that she would probably refuse.

But that was when the door opened, and Susan finally returned to the party, still wearing the same dress, suggesting she hadn’t taken his advice. The angle meant that she saw exactly what happened.

Her expression, very obviously dancing between guilt and shock, confirmed what he had said earlier, that ‘bride’ had quite a lot of fun with him.

Carol’s fingers returned to his erection, stroking determined even when she pulled her sundress down carelessly, revealing her full breasts that were barely kept back by her sexy bra.

They shared a long glare, but then Carol shifted to sit on his lap, pulling her skirt up so that Susan saw everything as she pulled her panties, and skewered herself.

Her thighs settled on his lap, and she started moving, taking him with surprising ease. She was soaking wet. A soft, shocked sound escaped her throat. She was tighter than he expected, walls fluttering wildly around the sudden stretch.

His hands settled on her waist beneath the dress, steadying her as she took him inch by inch until she was fully seated, breathing hard against his neck. Meanwhile, Susan walked them, frustrated … but also aroused.

There was just no hiding that.

He caught her gaze, and patted her side. Phoebe decided to be nice enough to empty the seat, moving to Monica’s side, and Susan sat down. “It’s only fair that the maid of honor takes the same service that the bride gets, right?” Carol said, her tone sharper than he expected.

Susan blushed.

“Don’t be hard on her,” he whispered as he found her breasts, squeezing them hard. “It’s a bachelorette party. She gets a free pass.”

They shared a gaze. Carol sighed. “You’re lucky you get a free pass tonight,” she said, which was less generous considering she was already on his lap, desperately searching for another orgasm.

Though, she surprised him by grabbing her head and pulling down, and he ended up with Susan licking his balls. Her reaction made it clear that such a position against a man was not her favorite position, but Carol’s hand stayed there.

He kept his hands on Carol’s hips, directing her rocking.

Meanwhile, Phoebe was next to Monica, whispering, clearly trying to convince Monica to take a turn, which she reaction with a deep blush. It was amusing that she still reacted to it like that despite everything. Though, it might be about the fact that Phoebe was masturbating at the same time.

Carol picked up speed, starting to move faster and faster, following the rhythm. He met each of her movements with a controlled upward thrust, while Susan did her best to finish with her lips. Carol’s head fell forward, her walls getting tighter.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept the pace steady and deep, hands guiding her hips, letting her ride him in the middle of the party while most guests remained oblivious. Carol’s orgasm hit her harder than the first one.

He pulled out, exploding into Susan’s face. At the same time, he kissed Carol, letting her come down from the desperate climax.

When Susan came up, her face was covered with his seed, and Carol had been recovered enough. She grabbed Susan’s hair. “You have been a naughty girl,” she whispered, alternating between kissing her and licking her face.

[Achievement complete. A wedding gift to remember

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Intelligence

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

[Bonus achievement complete. Netori effect in play]

[+10 Agility

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

Once again, he went stats, happy with the results. Intelligence and Agility were useful.

“You deserve a private punishment,” Carol said, dragging Susan with her. He let them.

They had enough fun. Instead, he walked to Monica and Phoebe. “Hi, Monica. Do you mind showing me where your shower is?” he asked.

“Yes, she can,” Phoebe said happily.

“Good,” he said as he lifted Monica with a bridal hold, but also gestured for Phoebe to follow.

One advantage of his strength, he could easily twist Monica like a toy as he carried her, enjoying her aroused but panicked attitude. Somehow, Monica also managed to miss that Phoebe was following them.

She barely resisted until they arrived at the bathroom, and the moment he let her go, she grabbed the sink, pulled her skirt up, showing that her panties were gone. The door closed behind them, but Phoebe entered.

“Ethan, that’s enough. Fuck me,” she begged.

“Ethan?” Phoebe said. “This is Ethan?”

He smiled as he turned halfway, removed his mask, and looked at Phoebe. “Hi. Nice to meet you again,” he said, a casual greeting, especially since at the same time, he slid into Monica.

Monica blushed terribly, which didn’t surprise him. She had a tendency to do that until she got going.

“I can’t believe you,” Phoebe said as she walked to their side. “I mean, you should have given a heads up if you’re letting such a yummy piece throw parties,” she said shamelessly rather than admonishment.

“I…” Monica moaned.

“I don’t strip professionally,” he replied even as he continued to fuck Monica, like he was talking about the weather. “Monica needed a favor, and it seemed like fun.”

Phoebe paused. “Wait, so you knew about Susan and Carol.”

“Yup, including the fact that Susan didn’t want female strippers because she can get jealous. It didn’t go as planned.”

“That’s a naughty prank. I love it,” Phoebe said with a giggle. “So, Ethan. Monica here has been surprisingly tight-lipped about you. Tell me about yourself,” she said, like they were having a coffee, and he wasn’t fucking her best friend roughly. Monica tried to interject, but Phoebe silenced her with a shush.

“Well, there’s much to say. I travel, and occasionally do freelance work, and occasionally, it includes music,” he said, which made Monica gasp in shock, as it was technically true, but a very misleading representation of reality.

But, she was busy with other things. Like keeping her moans manageable.

“Music, really?” she said. “Me too,” she added, and they started talking about music. Phoebe’s nonchalant attitude was amusing. He also realized that she was much better at music than the show represented. Not professional-grade, but surprisingly impressive for someone self-taught.

Maybe her songs were better here. But, knowing her weird sense of humor, her terrible songs might as well be intentional pranks.

They chatted until Monica climaxed, her moans getting louder. “Don’t be rude, Monica,” Phoebe said in a nonchalant tone and spanked Monica’s ass, but he didn’t miss her amused smirk, which she erased almost immediately.

Naughty indeed.

“I think we deserve a shower,” he said as he started undressing Monica.

“A good idea,” Phoebe said, undressing completely, and turned on the shower. Together, they stepped under, keeping Monica in the middle, attacking her.

“T-that’s unfair,” Monica managed to mutter, but sandwiched between them, it didn’t take long for complaints to die. She kissed Monica’s neck and shoulders while her fingers caressed her back, half-massage, half erotic dance, while he pumped Monica from the other side.

“I have to admit, it was an amazing party,” Phoebe moaned.

[Achievement complete. Getting friendly with ‘Friends’

[+25 Any Stat

1 Platinum Skill Upgrade

1 Platinum Reward Upgrade]

The reward was welcome. He picked skill, and picked Innovation to upgrade, as even working hard, he found himself somewhat stumped with the social media site. He needed a bit of extra help there.

[Expert Innovation]

[Elite Skill: You are an exceptional designer. You’re capable of approaching problems from different angles and coming up with creative solutions that shocks even the experts of the area, though it doesn’t guarantee efficiency.]

It would work well enough.