Sack, who knew that Jena was a rich girl, asked her to recommend places where they sold fashionable and elegant clothes. She sent him the addresses of the places her father and brothers frequented. In exchange, she asked him to fuck her for a whole day when he had free time, since she didn't mind missing a day or two of college.
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Sack entered an elegant boutique, and some of the sales assistants were surprised by how handsome he was, but the clothes Sack was wearing brought them back to reality.
Sack was not an idealist and knew that no matter how hypocritical everyone was, the world was quite materialistic. He approached a very beautiful saleswoman with long, straight brown hair, creamy white skin, honey-colored eyes, somewhat large breasts, a nice butt, and a small waist. A name tag on her uniform read Diana.
Diana was wearing a somewhat formal but tight-fitting outfit consisting of a white shirt, black vest, red tie, and black pencil skirt above the knee, with sheer black stockings covering her legs.
[Pure]
"Interesting, unless the manager isn't a man, or is gay, it won't be long before he or a customer takes away her purity. Well, it's just a possibility," thought Sack.
"Miss Diana, I need suitable clothes, to dress well, but without being too extravagant," he told Diana.
"You can call me Diana." "she said in a pleasant voice, then asked, "How much money do you plan to spend on the clothes you want to buy?"
"Let's say 100 golden tickets," Sack replied.
"Okay, follow me!" Diana said in a professional tone.
In the end, the amount spent on almost ten different outfits was about 95 golden tickets. Sack left the remaining 5 golden tickets as a tip for Diana and told her that he would personally entrust her with selecting the outfits he would wear in the future.
[Affinity: 1/10]
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Although Sack knew that Jena's underwear alone cost more than one of his outfits, he was satisfied. as long as the Crispy Crab was open, he could go there to exchange the cores he obtained in the abyssal dungeon. The only problem was that Sack only had three C-rank cores left, several B-rank and A-rank cores, and three S-rank cores, and he didn't think the Crispy Crab had enough capital to buy those cores from him.
"I think I'll have to talk to the manager of the Crispy Crab in the future," Sack thought as he boarded a private transport that took him to a mid-range hotel where he left his shopping bags and the backpack with the cores he always carried with him.
"In two days it's the weekend; I should go to one of those high-end nightclubs; there must be women there with a beauty rating of 9 out of 10," Sack thought as he lay down on a large, comfortable bed.
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The next evening, Sack talked to Amanda for almost an hour. After talking to her, he chose the outfit he would wear the following night when he went to the nightclub.
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It was nighttime, and Sack entered a high-end nightclub.
The place was spacious and had colored lights that flashed intermittently while music played and some people danced.
"It's amazing that this guy had no friends," Sack thought as he sat down at a round black table and ordered a liquor that cost two golden tickets a bottle.
He had already paid one golden ticket for the table he was sitting at.
Sack took a sip while looking around. He was wearing a tailored long-sleeved sweater, black pants, and black shoes. All his clothes looked tailor-made. On the seat next to him was his black trench coat and a backpack, which were the only things that contrasted with his handsome appearance and well-dressed style.
Sack observed his surroundings. There were women attending in groups, others with their partners. For the moment, he just watched. Sack was aware that his appearance was his strong point, and if we add to that his charm, he only had to wait and choose the unawakened or awakened woman of low rank who met the system's expectations.
Some beautiful women were looking at Sack, but they were cautious and didn't dare approach him.
Sack saw a group of beautiful girls talking among themselves at a table not far away; they looked like models.
Sack called one of the waiters and asked him to send each of the women at the table a cocktail of their choice.
The waiter nodded, spoke to the girls, and they looked in Sack's direction. He smiled subtly and raised his glass in a toast.
The girls smiled when they saw how handsome Sack was, accepted his gift, and then all five got up and walked over to where Sack was sitting.
The five girls had slim bodies, medium-sized breasts and buttocks, were somewhat tall but not too tall, were white, with blonde, reddish-black, light blue, and black hair.
One of the girls named Daysy, who was wearing a tight-fitting white dress, had blonde hair, white skin, and brown eyes. She asked Sack in a cheerful, somewhat mischievous tone:
"Which one of us are you interested in?"
"The night is young, why set limits when the atmosphere invites us to have fun?" Sack replied with a relaxed attitude.
The five young women laughed and nodded, then began to talk about music, the drinks they liked, and their ideal types of partners. As they talked, the drinks kept coming and the atmosphere became more lively.
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An hour and a few minutes later, Sack rented a private room at the nightclub and the girls followed him.
Inside, there was no shortage of drinks, laughter, and games.
Thanks to the trust and alcohol, the game of truth or dare was a formality. A few minutes later, Sack exchanged kisses with Daysy while his left hand slipped between the legs of Liria, who was wearing a black skirt and a short silver blouse.
Sack didn't waste the opportunity. He went with Daysy and Liria to the bathroom and began to stimulate them with his fingers while they leaned against the wall and moaned.