Chapitre 53 : New Mission
New York, Queens – Alex's POV
The walk back from the Parkers left my thoughts in a quiet tangle. I wasn't entirely sure what had happened in that brief encounter. Had I—had we—actually tested the waters of something unspoken, something deliberately charged? Or was it simply the contrast of being fully aware, fully human, without the Void suppressing every impulse and reaction? The line was blurred, and I didn't want to scrutinize it too closely.
One thing I couldn't ignore: May Parker was undeniably attractive, and the evidence of my body's reaction left no room for doubt. I adjusted my posture slightly, letting the thought slide to the back of my mind. It wasn't worth untangling right now.
Instead, I redirected my focus. The Void could still be kept at bay, if only for a little longer, and the world outside this apartment still existed — grounding, tangible, familiar. I would spend time with my family, conversation, small jokes, laughter. Normalcy. Stability. Moments that reminded me I didn't have to always calculate or suppress every reaction.
Even as I settled into the quiet of the apartment, my mind still looped over the encounter in faint echoes. I pushed them aside again, focusing on simple, human rhythms — the warmth of a shared meal, the sound of Wendy's chatter, the predictable patterns of everyday life.
Then a subtle ping drew my attention. My system had flagged a new notification: a fresh quest had appeared. It would have to wait. For now, the night was mine to reclaim, the Void still held at bay, and sleep would come soon. But I knew I would return to that notification before bed — curiosity, after all, was harder to suppress than most impulses.
The hours passed in a quiet rhythm. Wendy chatted about small victories in her day, Mom shared thoughts on her work and errands, and I responded, genuinely present, letting the warmth of the apartment and the simple rhythm of family life fill the spaces where the Void usually resided. Laughter came easily, light and unforced, and I let myself savor it.
But even as the evening stretched, the pull at the edges of my mind grew stronger. The Void's cold, precise presence began pressing back, subtle at first, then insistent. I felt the familiar tension creep into my muscles, the faint chill at the edges of my awareness. My time with it deactivated was ending.
Recognizing the limits, I excused myself quietly. "I think I'll call it a night," I said, careful to keep my tone calm, steady. No need to explain further.
I moved to my room, the door closing softly behind me. The moment the space was mine alone, I let the last traces of the Void's suppression slip. The familiar precision and clarity returned, wrapping around me, filling the edges of thought and action with icy certainty.
I sank under the covers, eyes tracing the dim outlines of the room, muscles finally relaxing. Before sleep, I reached for my system interface, reviewing the new quest.
[SYSTEM QUEST – ACTIVE]
Mission Title: Conquest May Parker
Description:
May Parker is a beautiful, mature woman waiting for a man to take possession of her and satisfy her. You will have to conquer her and make her yours; to do this, you will have to mark her physically and mentally until she can no longer live without you.
Repeatable Objectives :
These objectives can be completed multiple times.
Each completion grants the listed rewards.
Mark her physically whit a creampie
Reward: Conquest Point
Mark her mentally by giving her a mind blowing orgasm
Reward: Conquest Point
Unique Objectives :
These objectives can only be completed once.
Rewards are granted a single time upon first completion.
Impregnate her because there is no greater physical mark of conquest
Reward: Ability Self-Moral Stabilizer
Make her fulfill her most taboo fantasy with you because there is no greater mental mark of conquest
Reward: A Gacha Pull
[Tip: The most taboo fantasy of the target is hidden sex.]
Mission Title: Conquest Rosalie Orzat
Description:
Rosalie Orzat is a stunning MILF, but not just any MILF. She's yours, the one who gave you life and who would do anything for you. You will have to conquer her and make her yours; to do this, you will have to mark her physically and mentally until she can no longer live without you.
Repeatable Objectives :
These objectives can be completed multiple times.
Each completion grants the listed rewards.
Mark her physically whit a creampie
Reward: Conquest Point
Mark her mentally by giving her a mind blowing orgasm
Reward: Conquest Point
Unique Objectives :
These objectives can only be completed once.
Rewards are granted a single time upon first completion.
Impregnate her because there is no greater physical mark of conquest
Reward: Ability Legacy Bloodline Stabilization
Make her fulfill her most taboo fantasy with you because there is no greater mental mark of conquest
Reward: A Gacha Pull
[Tip: The most taboo fantasy of the target is free use.]
As I scanned the details, something shifted at the edge of my vision — another quest window, one I must have overlooked before.
My focus tightened instantly.
And the moment I read it, my breath stalled.
A cold, pointed knot formed low in my chest.
Not fear.
Not disgust.
Something… harder to name.
The mission's wording was clear, almost blunt.
Too clear.
It demanded something I'd avoided thinking about for weeks — something that had surfaced once in Gwen's fantasy, wrapped in an unspoken fantasy I'd refused to acknowledge.
A taboo line I'd always pushed away.
My pulse throbbed once, slow and heavy.
The idea still made heat curl through me, the same forbidden spark as before — but now it was tangled with an uneasy awareness that I wasn't as dismissive as I had been.
I wasn't accepting it.
Not even close.
But I also couldn't pretend it left me indifferent anymore.
The mission waited on the screen, silent, patient, intrusive.
I exhaled sharply and shut the window.
Not tonight.
Sleep would come soon — and with it the reset I needed.
A chance to clear my head, recharge, and face tomorrow with something resembling clarity.
The next session.
The next step.
But even with the Void inactive, the weight of that mission lingered like a shadow at the edge of my thoughts.
The next day began late. I woke with the sun already high, the apartment quiet around me. The Void remained active, a steady, cold presence wrapping my thoughts in precision and focus. I spent the morning in my room, methodically reviewing logs, refining code, and running simulations. Time passed in measured increments, the world outside my door muted and secondary.
Lunch was shared with my family. Conversation flowed easily, though my responses were still subtly filtered by the Void's influence — attentive, careful, calculated. I listened more than I spoke, catching small details in Mom's recounting of errands, Wendy's observations from school, and even the occasional remark from our neighbors' movements outside the window.
By early afternoon, I allowed the Void to slip away. The sudden warmth of unfiltered emotion was noticeable, an almost tangible contrast to the morning's clarity. Wendy arrived soon after, excited and energetic. We settled into the session, testing the game with her usual precision, her laughter and teasing cutting through my remaining reserve. The hours passed quickly, filled with exploration, corrections, and feedback.
Once the session ended, I let the Void return, its familiar control wrapping around me once more. The edges of my thoughts sharpened as I prepared for the evening — a performance with Mary Jane and her ensemble. The city's noise became background rhythm as I arrived, stepping into the dim, charged atmosphere of the venue.
The concert was alive with energy. Lights, sound, and the subtle vibration of the audience filled the space. As I watched MJ perform, her focus and joy evident, something unexpected struck me: it wasn't only with Gwen that the Void seemed unable to suppress my emotions. Seeing MJ in her element, performing with confidence and passion, I felt a rush of pride, admiration, and connection that the Void could not filter. My attention was unrestrained, my reactions immediate and human. The effect was disorienting, yet invigorating.
Her music carried the room, her voice weaving through harmonies and rhythms that resonated far deeper than the technical perfection of the performance. I was acutely aware of every detail: the tilt of her head, the subtle gestures, the energy she radiated. And for the first time in a long while, I realized that this emotional clarity, this inability of the Void to dominate, extended beyond Gwen. It was a thread connecting me to those I cared about — those who inspired instinctive emotion rather than calculation.
When the concert ended and the applause finally faded, I made my way back toward the apartment. The night was cold, the air sharp, and with every step up the staircase, the Void slid further away until it dissolved completely — leaving me open, raw, and undeniably human again.
By the time I reached my floor, my emotions were no longer muted. Everything felt warmer, louder, closer.
And then I saw her.
May Parker.
She stepped out of her apartment just as I reached the landing. A simple coincidence — but the sight of her hit me harder than I expected. She wasn't dressed to impress; soft sweater, fitted jeans, hair loosely gathered. But on her, the casual look only made her mature beauty more striking. Warm. Confident. Effortlessly sensual.
"Alex," she said, surprised but smiling. "You're back late."
Her voice always had that gentle warmth — the kind that settled under your skin. With the Void gone, the effect was immediate, amplified, undeniable.
"Yeah," I said. "The Mary Janes had a concert."
"Oh? That's wonderful."
She took a small step closer without even noticing it. "Did you enjoy it?"
I noticed her perfume — quiet, floral, intimate.
I noticed the way her sweater hugged her shape.
I noticed everything.
Too much.
And she noticed me noticing.
Her breath hitched — tiny, but real — before she looked aside. Not out of discomfort. No. It was the kind of glance someone gives when they're too aware they're being looked at with interest… and they don't mind.
The tension settled naturally between us, familiar, warm, quietly charged. Not inappropriate — just the undeniable gravity of two adults who knew there was something there.
"You look tired," she said gently. "Long day?"
"You could say that."
I hesitated, trying to keep things balanced, to not push more than I should.
"It's nothing," I said with a small smile. "Just a long day. Everything feels… sharper."
May tilted her head, studying me with soft curiosity — but also something undeniably warmer.
"Sharper how?" she asked, but her tone wasn't innocent. It was interested. Testing, just a little.
I didn't choose the safe answer.
I chose the honest one.
"It's hard to explain," I said quietly. "Just… more."
Her lips parted slightly.
Recognition flickered in her eyes — as if she understood exactly what I meant.
As if she felt it too.
I stepped toward my door; she moved at the same time. Narrow hallway. Bad timing. And—
My shoulder brushed her chest.
Soft. Warm. Far too close.
May let out a small gasp, her hand pressing against my abdomen for balance.
I froze.
She froze.
For one suspended heartbeat, her body leaned into mine, breath warm on my throat. My hands came up instinctively, catching her waist to steady her.
Too natural.
Too familiar.
Too good.
"Sorry—" she breathed, but she didn't step back. Her fingers stayed on me, her weight subtly, unconsciously leaning into my touch. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," I said — my voice low, rougher than I intended.
My hands lingered on her waist just one moment longer than necessary.
She noticed.
She didn't mind.
She looked up at me — really looked — and the awareness in her eyes was unmistakable. Not innocence. Not confusion.
Desire.
"That was… close," she murmured.
"Yeah," I breathed. "It was."
The air tightened.
Her cheeks flushed softly.
Her gaze dipped to my lips — clear, intentional — before lifting again.
My pulse kicked hard.
Hers did too. I could feel it.
She cleared her throat, a futile attempt at composure, and stepped back with a soft, breathy laugh.
"I should let you rest," she said. "You've had enough excitement for one day."
"Probably," I admitted — though excitement was the last thing my body wanted to lose.
Then she touched my arm.
Not by accident.
Not friendly.
A slow, warm, deliberate caress of her fingertips.
"Good night, Alex."
"Good night, May."
She walked past me, and the brush of her body — subtle, but unmistakably intentional — trailed heat along my skin like a promise.
I stood there for a long second, exhaling slowly, keys tight in my hand.