Noah's apartment was dark, save for the orange streak of streetlight slanting through the blinds. His bedroom smelled faintly of sweat and late coffee, his body buzzing with a tension that wouldn't leave him alone.
He lay on his back, sweats half-pulled down, cock already hard and leaking against his stomach.
And all he could think about was her.
Elise.
The neighbor.
The calm, composed woman next door.
The one he barely looked at before this week—before that accidental, life-altering glimpse through her half-covered window.
Now he couldn't stop.
Now he didn't want to stop.
He licked his dry lips as his hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke. Slow at first. Teasing. Just enough to build the fire.
Shhhk. Shhhk. Shhhk.
Her body in the window came back in vivid detail—back turned, underwear stretched perfectly over her ass, bra strap falling slightly off one shoulder. Every curve elegant and obscene all at once.
And then his mind twisted the memory into something filthier.
Elise, naked now. Standing over him. Those full tits bouncing slightly as she dropped to her knees between his thighs. No hesitation. Just calm, practiced control.
"Poor boy," she'd purr. "So hard already… all this for me?"
Noah groaned, his fist working faster.
Shhhk—shhhk—shhhk—
In his head, she pressed those tits together—warm, soft, heavy. Slid his cock between them, her spit dripping down as she moved them up and down his shaft, watching him with that same unreadable, steady gaze.
She didn't rush.
She made him suffer.
Pushed his cock deep between her cleavage, the head slipping out just enough to brush her chin every stroke. Her fingers would squeeze the sides of her breasts together, slow friction wrapping around him like heaven dipped in hell.
He imagined her saying it.
"Look how messy you're getting, baby. Just from my tits."
Noah's hips bucked upward. His knuckles turned white where he gripped the base.
His balls were tight. Ache building. Orgasm circling.
"Fuck, Elise…"
She'd smirk, still stroking him with those perfect tits, lips parting slightly like she might take him in after he exploded.
That thought—her opening her mouth, tongue out, waiting for it—
It shoved him over the edge.
"Ffffuck—!"
He came hard. Thick spurts of cum shot across his abs, some hitting his chest, warm and sticky. He kept stroking, milking every last drop, gasping through clenched teeth.
Shhhkt—shhhkt—shhhkt—
Then he went still.
Panting. Spent. Filthy.
He looked down at the mess.
Chest rising and falling.
And he grinned. A dirty, almost drunken smile.
"Elise, you fucking MILF..." he murmured, wiping his hand on a used t-shirt. "How the hell didn't I notice you before?"
She was right next door. Right under his nose. Mature, stunning, untouchable.
Until now.
Up until this week, he'd been too stuck in his own world. Too distracted. Too pathetic. But now?
Now he saw her for what she was.
A smoking-hot woman in her prime.
Smart. Gorgeous. And dangerous in all the right ways.
And he was going to do more than just jerk off to the thought of her.
Next time, he wanted it real.
He sat up, sticky and still half-hard, and glanced across the room.
The photo of Sarah still sat on the desk.
Perfect smile. Pastel sunset. Her arm around him like it still meant something.
He didn't hesitate this time.
He stood, walked over, picked up the frame.
Stared at it one last time.
Then hurled it at the wall.
CRACK.
The glass shattered, frame breaking in two. The photo flopped to the floor like a lie torn from a journal.
He didn't even flinch.
Sarah was the past.
Elise was the present—and the kind of woman his new life was all about.
Noah stood there, cock still twitching faintly, chest bare, sweat drying on his skin.
This wasn't guilt.
This was awakening.
Noah's apartment was quiet again, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the faint groan of pipes settling behind the walls. He sat on the couch in a fresh shirt, scrolling through his phone—not for social media, not for news.
But for ideas.
He wasn't thinking about Sarah. Not anymore. That chapter had been burned and buried beneath the shards of a photo frame.
Now, it was Elise.
She'd stuck in his mind since that moment in the hallway. Her calm, unshakable energy. Her tight yoga pants. The casual confidence that wrapped around her like perfume. And that window moment? It haunted him. Fed something restless and hungry inside him.
But he wanted to do more than fantasize.
He wanted to touch reality.
He reached into his wallet and pulled out the card.
The one the system had given him the night everything changed.
It only worked one way: spend money on mature women—and in return, get points. And with those points, unlock power. Influence. Charisma. Attraction. Status. Things he'd never had before.
He stared at the card for a moment.
Then he opened a shopping app and searched for something tasteful. He didn't want to come off like a creep. Not yet. Something elegant, practical. Respectful.
His thumb paused on a listing.
A black insulated water bottle—sleek, high-end, with a digital temperature display. She carried a coffee cup and gym bag every morning. It was something she'd actually use.
He selected it.
Checked out.
Used the card.
The second he tapped "purchase," the screen flickered.
Then the system spoke.
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[System Activated]
Gift selected: Premium Smart Bottle – $87.00
Target: Elise (Neighbor)
Points Pending: 2 TP
Note: Points are awarded only if the recipient accepts the gift.
Status: Awaiting Delivery
Current Relationship Status: Acquaintance
Emotional Tone: Guarded – Observing
___
Noah leaned back, watching the screen fade.
"Only if she accepts it," he muttered. "Figures. Nothing's free."
——
The next day, he was ready.
The delivery arrived fast—discreet, clean, packed in a black box with minimal branding. He took it out, checked it over, and sealed it in a small gift bag he'd picked up that morning. Nothing flashy. Just a neat little gesture.
He waited in the hallway around 7 a.m., just like she always did—Elise leaving for the gym, earbuds in, hair damp, always dressed to move.
And right on cue, her door opened.
She stepped out, gym bag slung over one shoulder, coffee cup in hand.
Noah stood by his door, gift bag in hand.
She blinked, caught off guard. "Hey."
"Morning," he said, casual. "Got something for you."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "For me?"
He offered the bag.
She didn't move to take it yet.
"What is it?"
"Something I thought you might like," he said. "Saw you heading to the gym with that coffee cup every day. Figured something a little better couldn't hurt."
She stared at him, expression unreadable.
Then slowly reached out and took the bag from his hand.
Noah watched her fingers—elegant, slow—peel back the fold and lift the box.
She looked at it. Tilted her head.
"A smart bottle?" she said.
"It keeps track of the temperature," he said. "Also tells you when to drink water. Kind of techy, but I thought... it matched you. Sleek. No nonsense."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you always give your neighbors gifts before sunrise?"
He smirked. "Only the ones who intimidate me."
That earned the smallest flicker of a smile—gone as quickly as it came.
She looked back down at the bottle. Her thumb brushed along the top of the box.
Then her voice softened just slightly.
"I don't usually accept gifts from men I don't know well."
He nodded. "Fair."
"But... this is actually kind of nice."
Her tone wasn't quite warm. Not yet. But it wasn't cold, either.
She tucked the bottle under her arm, adjusted the strap on her bag.
"I'm not promising anything," she said.
"Didn't ask for anything," he replied. "Just wanted to give it."
She paused. Then nodded. "Thanks, Noah."
And then she was gone, down the hallway, earbuds in, disappearing into the elevator without looking back.
Noah closed his door.
Tried not to smile too wide.
A few seconds later, the system pulsed silently in his mind.
___
[+2 TP Earned]
Gift Accepted
Elise – Status Updated: Acquaintance → Early Trust
Emotional Tone: Wary, Intrigued
___
Noah slipped the card back into his wallet and leaned against the door.
Small steps.
Big results.
And if Elise was starting to look his way?
It was only the beginning.