Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 82 - Achievement ?

Cindy stood near the counter, arms crossed, tapping her fingers impatiently against her elbow. She had come here with a purpose, a very specific one. But Lucas... Lucas wasn’t reacting the way she had expected.

No flustered stammering. No awkward dodging. Just a distracted, distant expression that made her irritation bubble up even more.

He forgot.

She could feel it in her gut.

She had dressed up, teased him, set the mood perfectly—and yet, here he was, looking like his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Cindy narrowed her eyes. "Lucas."

He blinked, pulled from whatever thoughts had been eating at him. "Huh?"

Her lips curled, but there was no amusement behind the smirk this time. "You forgot, didn’t you?"

A flicker of something crossed his face—surprise, maybe guilt—but it was gone too fast for her to catch.

"I didn’t forget," he said, but the way he said it lacked conviction.

Cindy scoffed. "Yeah? Then why do you look like I just caught you red-handed?"

Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple. "It’s just been... a weird night."

A weird night? Cindy frowned. She had been expecting excuses, but not that.

"Right," she muttered, watching him closely. "And I’m supposed to believe that’s the reason you’re acting like this?"

Lucas didn’t answer right away, and that silence spoke louder than anything he could’ve said.

For the first time tonight, Cindy felt something cold settle in her chest.

Did something happen? Or worse... was he just losing interest?

She hated that she even thought about that. Hated that it mattered.

But it did.

And she needed to know why.

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Lucas wasn’t stupid. He knew Cindy could read him like an open book, and right now, she was doing exactly that.

But how the hell was he supposed to explain what was actually going on?

His skills weren’t working on her.

That shouldn’t have mattered—should’ve been a good thing, even—but the fact that Cindy wasn’t even slightly affected by Heartbound Desires or Charm of the Forbidden made no damn sense.

Cindy wasn’t married, so she should’ve been outside the scope of the latter, but Heartbound Desires? That should’ve at least done something.

And yet, here she was, standing in front of him, completely normal.

Lucas had spent so much time relying on those effects, subconsciously expecting subtle shifts in behavior that he barely even thought about it anymore. But now? It was like seeing the world in a different shade for the first time.

Cindy was just Cindy. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Not influenced, not manipulated. Just herself.

And for some reason, that realization made him more nervous than anything else tonight.

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Cindy stared at Lucas, something unreadable flickering in her expression.

She could take teasing. She could handle rejection, even. But being ignored? Being dismissed without an answer?

That was what pissed her off.

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. Lucas tensed, but didn’t step back.

"Fine," Cindy murmured, tilting her head slightly. "If you won’t tell me what’s going on, then I’ll just have to remind you why I’m here."

Before he could react, she grabbed kothe front of his shirt and pulled him down, her lips hovering just near his ear.

"You owe me, Lucas," she whispered, her voice low, almost dangerous.

Lucas let out an exaggerated sigh, sinking lazily into the couch, arms sprawled over the backrest like he owned the place. His smirk was pure mischief as he tilted his head, eyes lazily trailing over Cindy’s figure.

"So, do you want cum on the spot or cum on delivery?"

Cindy, mid-eye-roll, froze for half a second. Her brain visibly processed his words before her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You absolute idiot."

Her voice was sharp, her arms crossing tighter beneath her ample chest, unintentionally pushing up the soft swell of her cleavage. Lucas’s gaze flicked down, taking in the way the fabric of her blouse struggled to contain her curves, before settling back on her glare with an amused glint in his eyes.

"What?" He leaned back even more, the picture of nonchalance. "I’m just giving you options. A gentleman always considers a lady’s preferences."

"A gentleman?" Cindy scoffed, stepping forward, her hips swaying slightly. She wasn’t even trying, but the way her full thighs moved beneath the snug skirt made something in Lucas tighten.

She had come here looking good.

No, dangerous.

The tight blouse, the way it hugged her curves, how the buttons at the top seemed one wrong move away from popping—paired with that skirt clinging to the generous curve of her ass, her thick thighs wrapped in sheer black stockings...

It wasn’t fair.

"You’re the furthest thing from a gentleman," Cindy muttered, her voice filled with exasperation, but Lucas didn’t miss how her fingers twitched slightly against her elbow.

That was the thing with Cindy. She acted annoyed. She acted above his games.

But he knew better.

Lucas’s smirk widened as he let his gaze roam once more, making no effort to hide it. "That’s not what you were saying last time."

Cindy scoffed, but the way her lips twitched—just barely—betrayed her.

Lucas tapped the empty spot beside him on the couch. "Come on, sit. Let’s negotiate your delivery preferences."

Cindy hesitated, her weight shifting from one leg to the other, making her hips subtly sway. She was debating. Calculating.

But Lucas had played this game with her before.

She wanted him to work for it.

So, he leaned forward just a fraction, his voice dropping into that smooth, teasing register that always got under her skin. "Or do you just want it to go?"

Cindy exhaled sharply through her nose, a clear attempt to stifle a laugh. Almost.

Lucas grinned wider.

Got her.

Cindy exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk that was equal parts amusement and exasperation.

"You," she said, pointing a manicured finger at him, "are officially the greatest degenerate of all time."

Lucas raised a brow, feigning offense. "Oh? Just now realizing that?"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "No, I knew. But this? After sleeping with another man’s wife, now you’re about to add another achievement—cum on feet with an e-girl, on the spot?" She let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand on her hip. "You’re setting new records, Lucas. The Hall of Fame is waiting."

Lucas chuckled, his grin widening. "What can I say? I aim for greatness."

Cindy tilted her head, pretending to consider something. "You know, cum on delivery sounds tempting... but I think cum on the spot is way more fun."