Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 78 - Friend

Lucas felt a strange warmth in his chest. For all her wild antics and shameless flirting, Cindy had this way of catching him off guard, of reminding him that there was more to her than the confident, teasing persona she showed the world.

Lucas: "Hey, no need to thank me. You’re not so bad yourself, you know."

Cindy: "Careful, Lucas. Keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you actually like me."

He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but grin. "Maybe I do. You ever think about that?"

Her response took a little longer this time, and when it came, it was simple but surprisingly sincere:

Cindy: "You’re my secret, you know? No one else knows about you."

Lucas tilted his head slightly, rereading her message. "Your secret? What’s that supposed to mean?"

Cindy: "I mean, you’re my real friend, but no one else knows we talk like this. It’s kinda... nice, having someone who’s just mine."

The words hit him harder than he expected, and he felt his cheeks flush slightly. For all her teasing, Cindy had this way of cutting through the noise and saying something that felt... real.

Lucas: "Well, I guess that makes you my secret, too."

Her reply came quickly, lightening the mood once again: "Aww, look at you, being all sweet. Careful, or I might actually get attached."

Lucas laughed softly, shaking his head as he typed back: "Don’t get used to it. You know I’m still a new friend, right?"

Cindy: "Yeah, yeah. But you’re my bestie."

He smiled at that, leaning his head back against the seat as he stared at the screen. Cindy might be wild, unpredictable, and a little bit of an E...rror, but she was also the first person in a long time who made him feel like he mattered, besides his stepmother, who gave him overload love with her voluptuousness.

And for now, that was enough.

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Lucas sat in his train seat, staring out of the window but barely registering the passing scenery. His phone rested on his lap, still open to his chat with Cindy. Her words kept replaying in his mind: "You’re my secret... It’s kinda nice having someone who’s just mine."

He felt an odd tightness in his chest, a strange mix of warmth and confusion. Why did her words make him feel so... connected to her? He barely knew her, yet there was something about the way she opened up—something raw and unguarded—that drew him in. It didn’t make sense. She was just his online friend, right? Well, maybe not entirely online, considering they’d crossed paths in real life without ever acknowledging it.

"Why do I feel this close to her?" Lucas muttered to himself. His head tipped back against the seat, and he closed his eyes, trying to sort through his feelings. Cindy was fun, unpredictable, and infuriatingly bold, but she was also vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected. That vulnerability made her feel... real, like someone he couldn’t brush off as just another E-Girl.

But why did it feel like more than that? Why did it feel like she mattered so much, so suddenly?

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Meanwhile, in her apartment right next to Lucas’s, Cindy paced back and forth in her tiny living room, biting her lip as she glanced at her phone. Her swimwear clung to her curves—a light blue bikini that seemed like an impulsive choice for their chat earlier. The snug fabric highlighted her full figure, and the bottoms rode up just enough to make her pause and adjust them nervously, though the nervousness wasn’t about her outfit.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, a stark contrast to the confidence she exuded in her messages. Behind all her teasing and bravado, Cindy felt her chest tighten every time she thought about Lucas.

"I have a friend," she muttered under her breath, stopping mid-pace and clutching her phone tightly. "A real friend. I can’t mess this up."

Her lips trembled slightly as she forced herself to smile in the mirror hanging on her wall, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "He’s... my friend," she whispered again, trying to steady herself. "I don’t want to lose him."

The words felt heavier than she expected, and her smile faded. Her mind raced with everything she knew about Lucas—the weird way he could make her laugh when she wasn’t trying to, the strange comfort of knowing he didn’t judge her for being an E-Girl. He was different. Maybe because he wasn’t perfect either. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Cindy sat down on the edge of her bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. "He’s a degenerate," she muttered with a nervous laugh, burying her face in her hands. "A degenerate who’s slept with someone’s wife... dyed his hair all sorts of crazy rainbow colors... but maybe that’s why I trust him."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as her hands slid down her face, revealing her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. "He’s broken, like me. And maybe he’d understand me... better than anyone else."

She clutched her phone tightly, staring at their chat. A dozen drafts of messages swirled in her head, things she wanted to say but couldn’t bring herself to type. She wanted to tell him more, to let him in, but the fear of losing him held her back. What if she was too much? What if her past, her choices, her everything scared him off?

"No," Cindy said firmly, shaking her head. "He’s my friend. I can’t let myself ruin this. Not again."

She took a deep breath, standing up and walking over to the window. The glow of the city lights outside cast her reflection on the glass—her flushed face, her tousled hair, the swimwear she’d put on as some dumb, impulsive attempt to tease him. Now it just felt stupid.

But as she stood there, staring at her reflection, a small, determined smile crept onto her face. "He’s my friend," she said again, quieter this time. "And if anyone can handle me... it’s him."

Her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away from the window. A message from Lucas appeared on the screen.

Lucas: "Hey, thanks for saying all that earlier. I guess it’s nice having a secret friend too."

Cindy’s heart skipped a beat, her hands tightening around her phone. She bit her lip, her mind racing. Should she tell him how much that meant to her? Should she keep playing it cool?

After a moment of hesitation, she typed back: "Good. Because now you’re stuck with me, with our little degenerate secret. Don’t go running away, okay?"

As she hit send, Cindy leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, exhaling slowly. For the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

"I’m happy." She muttered.