Chapter 2: Grandpa: This System Is Wasted

Ryan’s eyes were completely bloodshot by now. Driven by pure lust, he had thrown all caution to the wind, with no trace of tenderness or pity left.

Holding the vixen’s head, he brutally fucked her mouth like it was a pussy, thrusting in hard again and again, each time bringing him endless waves of pleasure.

Especially the sight of her beautiful, tear-streaked face with his cock stuffed in her mouth, it only stirred up an even more vicious, beastly desire.

"So good... Ah!!"

The pleasure built up rapidly, surging like a tidal wave through every cell in his body. His hard cock seemed to swell another size in that instant.

"Don’t..."

The drunken woman instinctively realized he was about to cum. She pushed at Ryan even more weakly, but by now there was no way she could fight him off.

His vision went black, and a massive pleasure spread throughout his body. Ryan let out a hoarse, beast-like roar, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.

His slit opened, and his hot semen, twenty years’ worth of it, exploded like a volcanic eruption, unrestrained, right into her mouth.

The drunken woman’s throat was forced open by his thrusting, and for a moment she felt so uncomfortable she nearly passed out.

But his hard cock didn’t stop; it continued to pump slowly, still shooting semen into her mouth.

In her dazed state, she couldn’t think clearly, and the suffocating feeling was almost unbearable.

Her mouth was filled with semen. His cum was thick and carried a strong smell, with a sticky, disgusting texture like mucus.

In an instant, it made her nauseous, but driven by instinct, just to breathe, she could only gulp it down, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

How long had it been since he last came? So much, and so thick...

After that exhilarating mouth-fuck, Ryan trembled all over, his legs going weak. He sat down on the bed with a thud, savoring the utterly wonderful sensation.

The drunken woman, her face now a mess of drool and leftover semen, scrambled off the bed the moment she was free, hugged the trash can, and threw up.

She vomited out the remaining semen in her mouth, along with the discomfort from having her throat roughly fucked a few times.

She looked pathetic, retching and coughing. Ryan instantly sobered up. Post-orgasm clarity always hit a man hard.

Thinking about what he had just done, so rough, not even treating her like a person,

He instinctively wanted to apologize, but when he glanced over, the vixen’s squatting back was impossibly alluring, her snow-white back so beautiful to look at.

And with that squat, her full, round buttocks looked even more gorgeous, like a perfectly shaped peach, radiating the ultimate sexual allure.

Fuck... Why be scared? She was the one who seduced him.

Besides, fucking a woman this exquisite, you would be willing to trade ten years of your life for just one night with her.

Ryan’s eyes were still red. Seeing this tempting scene, he was eager to lose his virginity. He jumped off the bed, scooped up the still-coughing vixen by the waist, and tossed her onto the bed.

She was disheveled, with her hair a mess, still coughing, but Ryan didn’t care anymore.

His cock, which had just finished cumming, was still hard. He pounced on her, sucking her breasts, ready to just fuck her outright.

He was about to spread her legs and get a good look at what a real woman’s pussy looked like when,

Who knew where the drunk woman found the strength, but she suddenly kicked Ryan right in the head.

With that one kick, he lost his balance, fell onto the bed, and was momentarily stunned.

The woman on the bed grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, coughing and crying as she cursed: "Fuck you, who told you to cum in my mouth?!"

"And making me swallow it, go to hell!"

"Men are all trash!"

"Get out! Get the hell out, or I swear I’ll call the cops on you right now."

She was hysterical, throwing a drunken tantrum, grabbing pillows and throwing them. Ryan blocked a couple but was still reluctant to give up.

He still had the nerve to pounce and try to force himself on her, but the moment she mentioned calling the police, he was terrified.

Then the drunk woman grabbed the phone on the nightstand and hurled it at him. It missed, but it smashed against the wall with a loud crack and shattered completely, finally jolting Ryan back to his senses.

"Don’t be like this, I’m leaving, I’m leaving..."

Ryan backed down. He was unwilling but didn’t dare to cause any more trouble.

The drunk woman ran off the bed naked, shoving Ryan, who was pulling up his pants, out the door with all her strength. While pushing, she scratched and clawed at him wildly, completely losing it.

"Get out... GET OUT!!!"

"Wah... Why are you doing this to me? I love you so much."

"No one can ever replace you, why are you doing this to me..."

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, loud enough to disturb the neighbors, probably waking up the rooms on both sides.

Even after the door closed, the woman’s hysterical crying and screaming continued. She was clearly drunk and had completely gone off the rails.

Ryan pulled up his pants, made sure his phone was still on him, and afraid of getting dragged into trouble, he quickly slipped away.

"Ryan, you’re not going back yet?"

The chubby guy from his group was already yawning and mumbled, "I really don’t get you. You’re in college, why take any part-time job? And delivering food so far away late at night."

"No, I still need one more order to hit the bonus."

The chubby guy asked curiously, "What happened to your face?"

That drunk woman had been fierce when she went crazy, Ryan’s face had a few scratch marks on it.

What a fiery temper. Wonder if she would be that wild in bed if it came down to it.

Savoring the memory of that mind-blowing oral pleasure, Ryan said slowly, "Nothing, just brushed against some branches."

"You go ahead and wait. I’m heading back to sleep."

One more order and he would hit the bonus. Cashing out, plus his savings from other jobs, he would have a full ten thousand. Add his credit card, and he could buy the iPhone 17 that Tina had been longing for.

While waiting anxiously, finally a ding came in a delivery order.

Ryan perked up like he had been injected with adrenaline and rushed over to an old residential compound. No elevator, so he had to walk up.

The whole building didn’t even have a security door at the entrance, so he got through smoothly. Ryan arrived at the 8th floor, where there was only one unit.

A kind-looking elderly man was already waiting at the door with it open. Seeing Ryan, he smiled and said, "Young man, you’ve worked hard. Sorry to trouble you so late."

"It’s no trouble, it’s my job. Grandpa, you should get some rest."

"Alright, wish you all the best, lucky one."

Food delivery is always a race against time, hustle and bustle all the way. Ryan grabbed the package and dashed down the stairs so fast he was practically one step away from jumping off a building.

Ryan didn’t notice at all that when the old man closed the door, his face was full of disappointment. He even shook his head and sighed, "Another carbon-based lifeform. Wasted another system."

"Damn it!!!"

He got on his electric scooter and opened his phone, but was stunned.

According to the app’s process, after tapping "picked up," the delivery address should have shown up normally. But instead, the system suddenly froze.

It was a Realme phone he had been using for six years, the screen was cracked, and even the microphone barely worked. But Ryan had been saving up and couldn’t bear to replace it.

Helpless, he restarted it. The reboot was painfully slow, so he rode over to the guard booth.

The night security guard happened to be bored. Ryan pulled up, greeted him, and offered a cigarette.

The guard said warmly, "Young man, you’re pretty diligent, out delivering food in the middle of the night."

Ryan smiled and said, "Just got an order. An old man on the 8th floor of that building needs a phone delivered. After this one, I’m off duty."

The guard was stunned, his face turning strange. Holding the cigarette, he said, "Young man, you must be mistaken."

"No, I’m not!"

Just then, the phone finished rebooting. Ryan immediately opened the interface and handed it to him, saying, "See? Building 11, Unit 801, right here!!!"

The guard’s scalp went numb instantly. Trembling, he quickly pulled out his good-luck charm and said hoarsely, "This is a staff dormitory. They were all built uniformly back then. The top floor is only the 6th floor."

"Guard, it’s the middle of the night. Don’t joke like that."

"Don’t believe me? Count for yourself."

Ryan turned around and looked at the old buildings behind him. Counting them, his whole scalp went numb.

Just as the guard said, these buildings were only 6 stories tall. Where did the 7th and 8th floors come from?

The creepiest part was that when he went up and came down, he had counted the floors. The stairwell clearly had floor markers. Ryan was a hundred percent sure he had picked up the package on the 8th floor.

Ding...

At that moment, the app’s info finished updating. Almost out of professional habit, Ryan glanced at the delivery address.

His scalp was already numb beyond belief, and his vision even went a little dark.

Recipient: Ryan, Phone:... and the address below showed his own dorm number at Videl University.