Free Web NovelChapter 29: Secret Package And Promises
The next five days passed in a blur of routine, and by the end of it David had actually made real, measurable progress — the kind he could point to instead of just feeling in vague, uncertain terms.
His schedule had settled into a rhythm: mornings with Mrs. Walbury at the gym, midday sessions for combat, and evening hours carved out for complete the system’s mission—
[New Side Quest Acquired: Taking First Base]
[Objective: Consensual placement of player’s member on Mrs. Walbury’s lips.]
[Time Limit: 0 days: 22 hours: 14 minutes: 02 seconds.]
[Reward upon completion: $100]
[Penalty: Failure to complete this Quest within the allotted time will result in a permanent 60% stagnation of Player’s sexual pleasure.]
She was the one tied directly to the mission timer ticking down in the corner of his vision.
But the mission wasn’t the only thing moving.
His stats had climbed steadily over the five days, and the effects were starting to show in ways that weren’t just numbers on a screen.
The scrawny, underfed frame he’d been dragging around for years had started filling out — not dramatically, not overnight, but enough that he’d caught himself doing a double take in the mirror more than once.
"Come on," he muttered under his breath, arms shaking as he pushed the bar up one final time.
The bench press bar settled onto the rack with a heavy clank as he finally dropped it, chest heaving, sweat running down the side of his face.
"One hundred!"
He’d finally hit the hundred-pound mark cleanly, no spotting, no shortcuts.
He sat up slowly, wiping his forearm across his face, and allowed himself a small, satisfied breath. Progress. Actual, tangible progress.
"Impressive as always," Mrs. Walbury said from a few feet away, gazing at him with that still evaluating look on her face she always wore — the one that made praise from her feel like it actually meant something.
David glanced toward her, and a small notification blinked into the corner of his vision before he could even process the compliment.
[Ding!]
[Name: Mrs. Clara Walbury]
[Temptation Level: 38-> 39%]
[Name: Holly Houston]
[Temptation Level: 41%]
He let out a low breath. Both numbers had climbed steadily over the past five days, more than he’d expected given how little he felt like he’d actually done to move them.
And as if that wasn’t enough to sit with, a new stats panel unfurled in front of him, and he leaned in to read through it properly.
[Player Stats Updated:
Name: David Myers
Strength 38.
Agility 27.
Endurance 31.
Stamina 39.
Penile Strength: 22
Total Exchange points: 50
LvL: 2/??? ]
He would have generally preferred it if he wasn’t asked how he managed to rack up so much points to his penile strength.
But it was quite obvious that the marathon he has put himself through was already beginning to pay off.
David frowned slightly, still visibly bothered by the row of question marks sitting in his level section — a detail the stat panel simply refused to clarify no matter how long he stared at it. Level two. He was close, at least. Level five was supposed to unlock more detail, according to what little he’d pieced together, and he just had to grind out the gap between here and there.
A water bottle appeared in his field of view, and he blinked back to the present to find Mrs. Walbury holding it out to him.
"Drink," she said. "You’ve earned it today."
The evening light was slanting low through the windows of the training room, catching dust in the air and throwing long shadows across the mats. It wasn’t empty — a handful of other trainees worked through their own sessions scattered around the room, some with trainers of their own, others just quietly grinding through reps, and a few peeling off toward the locker rooms as the day wound down.
Mrs. Walbury lowered herself onto the bench beside him, arms resting on her knees, watching him with an expression that was equal parts scrutiny and something warmer she didn’t often let show.
"You know," she said, "most new hunters don’t move the way you’re moving. Not even close."
David took a pull from the water bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That’s just because you’re a good trainer."
"Flattery." But she said it without any real edge, and there was the faintest curve at the corner of her mouth that suggested she didn’t entirely mind it.
"I mean it, though," he said, and found, once he started, that he actually did. "You’ve been putting in a stupid amount of work on me. Least I can do is match it."
She studied him for a second, like she was deciding whether to take that at face value. "That’s a rare attitude. Most people your rank want results without putting in the boring part."
"I don’t want to waste the opportunity," he said simply, and left it at that, not trusting himself to elaborate further without it sounding like more than it was.
They kept talking — training, technique, the slow grind of getting stronger one rep at a time — and David let himself enjoy it more than he probably should have, the easy back-and-forth of it, the fact that she seemed genuinely engaged rather than just going through the motions of supervision.
Then her phone buzzed against the bench.
She glanced down, swiped it open out of habit — and her whole posture changed.
"Oh — no. No, no, no."
David looked up, then glanced around the room out of reflex, checking if anyone else had noticed the outburst. Nobody had. He turned back to her. "...What’s going on?"
She was staring at the screen, then at the wall clock — 5:12 PM — like she was hoping one of them would change if she looked hard enough.
"I completely forgot," she muttered, mostly to herself. "I’ve got a second shift tonight."
"A second shift?"
"I told a friend I’d cover for her at the bathhouse. It’s — " She exhaled, dragging a hand down her face. "It’s fine, I can still make it, but I was supposed to pick up a package before six and there’s no way I make both." freewebnσvel.cѳm
"What kind of package?"
"Something I ordered last week. It came in early — they’ve got a pickup window, and if I miss it, it goes back into the queue and I’m looking at another week, plus they charge a late fee for missed windows." She said the last part like it personally offended her.
David considered this for a second. "So why don’t I just go pick it up for you?"
She blinked at him. "...Is that a joke?"
"No?"
"David, I don’t need you cracking jokes right now, I’m actually stressed about this."
"I’m not joking. You’ve helped me out with, what, five different favors this week alone. Letting me grab a package isn’t exactly a huge ask."
She tilted her head, studying him with the particular suspicion of someone waiting for a catch. "...Is there a catch?"
"No catch. I just want to help."
"Okay. Well — if you’re offering, then I guess it’s not a problem—" She stopped herself mid-sentence, something shifting across her face. "No. No, wait, actually — you can’t."
"Why not?"
She didn’t answer right away. Her nails tapped once against her front teeth, a small, thoughtful click, eyes flicking sideways like she was working through some internal calculation David wasn’t privy to.
Finally, she looked back at him. "...Fine. You can pick it up. One condition."
"Sure. What’s the condition?"
"You promise you’re not going to open it. No matter what."
David let out a short laugh, waiting for the punchline. It didn’t come. Her expression stayed flat, serious, entirely unamused.
"...Wait, you’re actually serious."
"Dead serious. No matter what happens, you do not open that package. Do you promise?"
He held up both hands. "Yeah. I promise."
She nodded, apparently satisfied, and went back to gathering her things.
David smiled, easy and agreeable on the surface — while somewhere underneath it, a much less agreeable thought was already taking shape.
’Yeah. I’m definitely checking what’s in that package.’
