He showered quickly, the hot water washing away sweat and helping him think clearly. He had Bianca's follow-up appointment this evening at six PM. Three more days of sessions scheduled to maximize her conception chances.
The work felt almost normal compared to everything else happening in his life.
Eric dressed in comfortable clothes, made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast, and settled onto his couch to think about stat allocation. Three points, four stats, infinite possibilities.
'Intelligence helps with everything,' he reasoned, his enhanced mind working through scenarios. 'Better planning, faster thinking, improved memory. That's valuable both professionally and for dealing with system quests.'
'Charm affects how people respond to me. Higher charm probably means easier client acquisition, better tips, more referrals. It could accelerate my professional growth significantly.'
'Strength and stamina are already high at eleven. But more is always better, especially given the Obsidian Fang situation. If I have to fight again, every point of strength could mean the difference between winning and losing.'
He decided on a balanced approach: one point to intelligence, one to charm, one to strength. Keep all his stats developing, avoid over-specializing too early.
Eric pulled up his status screen and allocated the points mentally.
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[Status]
strength: 12
intelligence: 11
charm: 9
stamina: 11
Available Points: 0
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The changes hit immediately but more subtly than the perk had. His mind felt sharper, thoughts connecting faster. His body felt slightly stronger, more capable. And something about his presence shifted, became more magnetically attractive in a way he couldn't quite articulate.
'That's increasing my charm,' Eric realized. 'It's not just about what I say, it's about how people perceive me fundamentally.'
Satisfied with his choices, Eric grabbed his phone and pulled up his schedule. Bianca at six PM tonight. Tomorrow morning Sarah wanted to meet for breakfast before work. Friday evening he had a potential new client consultation that could turn into a regular booking.
His life was getting complicated fast, threads weaving together in increasingly complex patterns.
Eric's phone rang, interrupting his planning. Bianca's name on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Eric, hi!" Bianca's voice was bright, excited. "I know it's early but I couldn't wait. I need to talk to you about tonight's appointment."
"What's up? Everything okay?"
"Everything's perfect," Bianca assured him. "I just wanted to confirm you're still available at six. And I was wondering if we could maybe extend the session? I know I'm only paying for two hours but I'd like to book you for longer if you're free."
Eric checked his mental schedule. Nothing after Bianca tonight except maybe grabbing dinner alone. "I can do three hours. My usual rate plus half for the extra time?"
"Perfect. God, Eric, I can't tell you how good I feel about this."
"Just doing my job," Eric said, uncomfortable with the gratitude. He preferred transactions to emotions.
"It's more than that," Bianca insisted. "You're giving me my life back. My marriage. My future. That's worth so much more than money."
They finalized details and ended the call. Eric set his phone down, that uncomfortable feeling persisting.
'She's developing feelings,' he recognized. 'Beyond gratitude. Actual emotional attachment. That's dangerous.'
But there was nothing he could do about it now except maintain professional boundaries and hope Bianca understood this was temporary.
The day passed slowly. Eric cleaned his apartment, did laundry, responded to client inquiries. Around four PM he dressed for the evening appointment, choosing clothes that were easy to remove and made him look good.
Professional Eric. The version of himself that clients paid for.
He drove to Bianca's apartment, arriving at 5:55 PM. Punctuality mattered in service industries, and Eric prided himself on never being late.
Bianca answered the door wearing a silk robe that left little to imagination, her red-orange hair loose around her shoulders, her amber eyes bright with anticipation.
"Right on time," she said, pulling him inside. "I've been waiting all day for this."
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Wednesday evening with Bianca was intense.
She'd clearly been thinking about their first sessions, had developed specific wants and desires she expressed with increasing boldness. The shy, apologetic woman from Monday was gone, replaced by someone confident in her needs.
"I want it rough tonight," Bianca said once they'd moved to the bedroom. "No gentle. No sweet. I want to feel used."
Eric obliged, his enhanced strength and stamina letting him give her exactly what she requested. He took her hard against the wall, her breasts pressed against the cool surface, his cock driving deep with each thrust. Bianca screamed her pleasure, her pussy gripping him tight, her voice hoarse by the time she came the first time.
They moved to the bed and Eric positioned her on her back, her thick thighs spread wide. He pounded into her with mechanical precision, watching her tits bounce with each impact, her amber eyes glazed with pleasure.
"Harder!" Bianca demanded, her hands gripping the sheets. "Fuck me harder!"
Eric increased force, his enhanced stats letting him maintain the brutal pace. Bianca came twice more before he finally let himself finish, emptying himself deep inside her.
They took a brief break, Bianca recovering on sweat-soaked sheets while Eric checked his phone. Seven thirty PM. Still ninety minutes left in their extended session.
"Ready for round two?" Eric asked.
Bianca's answer was to pull him back onto the bed.
The three hours passed in a blur of positions and orgasms. Bianca was insatiable, demanding everything Eric could give and then asking for more. His Endurance Master perk proved its worth, the reduced stamina consumption letting him maintain performance that would have exhausted him previously.
When he finally left at nine PM, Bianca was sprawled across her bed, thoroughly satisfied and barely conscious.
"Same time tomorrow?" she managed to ask.
"Same time," Eric confirmed.
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Thursday morning brought another quest. Eric completed his run easily, the Endurance Master perk making the distance feel trivial. Five kilometers that would have destroyed him a week ago now barely taxed his enhanced capabilities.
Thursday evening was another session with Bianca. She was even more confident now, directing him exactly how she wanted to be taken. Eric obliged, his professional detachment letting him provide excellent service despite the emotional attachment he could feel building from her side.
She told him about her plans for the baby. Names she was considering, how she'd decorated a nursery in her mind, her hopes and dreams for a child who might not even exist yet.
Eric listened, nodded, said supportive things. But inside he was increasingly uncomfortable with how invested she was becoming.
'This is getting complicated,' he thought as he drove home that night. 'She's falling for the fantasy. For the idea of what I represent rather than who I actually am.'
But he'd committed to the week, and he'd honor that commitment.