Free Web NovelChapter 53: Quest Descriptions And Proceedings
David didn’t move.
He just sat there, hands loose on his knees, staring at her — and his brain, for all its recent effort to keep pace with the situation, had quietly given up.
Holly’s fingers found the waistband of her shorts. She pulled them down in one smooth motion, unhurried, like it was nothing, like the room wasn’t suddenly ten degrees warmer — and what remained was a thin strip of pink fabric that left very little to the imagination.
The flush hit his face before he could stop it.
Holly straightened, caught his gaze, and smiled.
"Today was really something," she said, her voice easy, conversational — completely unbothered by her own state of undress. "Honestly, I wasn’t sure about the restaurant at first, but —" she tilted her head, something fond moving through her expression, "— you really came through. The walk after was my favorite part."
’The walk.’
David reached for that. Tried to build something around it. A restaurant. A walk. An evening that felt real enough for her to carry it in detail, to reference it like shared memory.
’This is the scenario,’ he told himself. ’System-built. Just act normal. You don’t know what you’re doing but she doesn’t know that, so just — be normal. Reply like a person.’
He cleared his throat.
"I had fun too," he said. The words came out smoother than expected. "Really."
Holly’s smile warmed. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Yeah? Which part?"
David paused, unsure of what he was to say next before-
Then she wrinkled her nose slightly, running a hand through her damp hair. "Or pause that...I’m disgusting right now," she muttered, more to herself than him.
"That rain absolutely destroyed me. I need a shower."
She was already moving toward the bathroom — a narrow frosted-glass sliding frame set into the far wall. She reached it, pushed the panel aside, and leaned in to find the switch. The light inside flickered on, pale and warm, casting her silhouette against the glass.
Then she stopped.
One hand on the frame. She turned back over her shoulder, and the faintest pink had crept into her cheeks — the first crack in her composure all evening.
"Aren’t you coming?"
She held his gaze for exactly one second.
Then she stepped inside and disappeared from view.
David sat very still.
The sound of water starting up filled the room.
’System.’
The thought came out less like a question and more like a man grabbing someone by the collar.
’Explain yourself. Right now. Why am I here. Why is it Holly. What exactly is happening.’
A beat of silence.
Then —
[What exactly is Player’s problem.]
[Player is currently mid-quest. Target is present. Objective is active. The confusion is noted and considered excessive given the circumstances.]
David’s eye twitched.
’I’m asking you why I’m here with Holly. Specifically. I need you to explain this to me like I don’t understand anything, because I don’t.
[As previously stated — this quest exists within a dream state. Similar to how a dream can reflect or precede real events, this scenario is not literally occurring. However, it is constructed from genuine conditions. What transpires here is a simulation of what could be.]
’Could be,’ David repeated inwardly. ’You’re telling me that a future exists where Holly strips in front of me without blinking.’
[Possibly.]
’How do I make that future a reality.’
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[That information will be made available once Player reaches Level 5.]
[Current Level: 4.]
David stared at the notification for a long moment.
Then he exhaled slowly through his nose.
’Of course.’
He let his head drop back against the chair, eyes on the ceiling.
’Fine. Fine. One thing at a time.’
The [TARGET] marker was still there — steady, glowing, hovering just beyond the frosted glass where the shadow of her moved through steam and pale light.
She was real enough. The situation was real enough. And whatever the system had built this out of, whatever conditions it had pulled from to construct a version of Holly that looked at him like that and asked him that question with pink in her cheeks —
It meant something. He just didn’t have the level for the answer yet.
’Okay,’ he thought. ’Get in there. Survive the pressure. Figure out the rest later.’
"David."
Her voice came through the glass — lighter now, almost amused.
"Aren’t you coming?"
He stood up.
Something settled across his expression — not quite a smirk, not quite resolve. Somewhere between the two.
’Let’s go.’
He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands moved to the rest without ceremony — unhurried, deliberate — until there was nothing left.
He crossed the room toward the frosted glass, toward the light and the steam and the sound of running water.
And he slid the door open.
Then there she was.
Holly stood beneath the running water, one arm raised against the wall, steam curling around her in slow, lazy ribbons. Wet hair spilled down past her shoulders, clinging to the curves of her supple breasts, water tracing every line of her as it ran down and disappeared.
She turned at the sound of the door.
Her eyes found him, and she smiled — unhurried, certain.
"Exactly how I like him," she said.
She lifted one finger and curled it toward her.
David stepped in, pulling the glass shut behind him. The warmth closed around him immediately — thick and wet and close.
"This is...hehe... crazy." he mumbled softly.
Holly tilted her head, something playful flickering in her expression.
"Is it really that crazy?"
"Yes," he said. "Genuinely. Yes."
She laughed — low and quiet. Then her eyes held his, and the playfulness in them shifted into something else. Slower. Deliberate.
"If you think that’s crazy," she said, "then I should warn you." A small smile. "I have something a lot more exciting than this."
"Yeah?" he said. "And what’s that —"
He didn’t finish.
Holly had already sunk to her knees in front of him, graceful and unhurried, both hands rising — palms open, reaching forward.
But they never made contact.
They stopped. Just inches away. And then David felt it.
Something soft and invisible closed around his monstrous length — not her hands, not anything he could name. A pressure. A pull. Warmth that moved through him suddenly like a current, like sound felt through the chest rather than heard.
Pleasure hit him in a slow, rolling wave.
His breath caught.
’Wha-what the hell is grabbing my dick?’ His eyes darted down, still, he could only see some sort of blue colored field roaming around his hardened cock, filling him significantly with pleasure.
’Is that...telekinesis? Holly’s giving me a telekinetic handjob?’ The thought briefly ran through his mind until-
’When the fuck did Holly get powers?!’
And right on cue —
[QUEST ACTIVE: Survive the target’s pressure.]
[TIME REMAINING: 5:00]
[5:00]
[4:59]
[4:58]
