Chapter 184 Revenge. Was. Sweet.
Chapter 184 Revenge. Was. Sweet.
Hugo sat there, completely still, his controller slack in his hands, his soul hovering somewhere outside his body.
His best opportunity to turn the match around was gone. His perfect shot that would have disgraced the opposing goal keeper was obliterated. His dignity as a man had also completely shattered.
All because a certain minx had casually decided to plop her soft, warm, and utterly distracting self right onto his lap.
Her perky, plump ass had made a delicious collision with his thighs and his brain had short circuited for a split moment. But that split moment had been enough.
He had missed a great chance!
His eyes twitched. His fingers curled around the controller. His soul wept.
'This world is unfair. The gaming gods are unfair. No, life itself is unfair!'
How was this even a competition anymore? How was he, a full-grown man with goals, ambition, and a desire for victory, supposed to focus when Loli was comfortably seated on his lap like it was her personal throne?!
Especially when she was dressed so seductively...
Not to talk of her wonderful scent...
"Hilary," he said, voice dangerously calm, "get off."
Loli stretched, completely ignoring his suffering, and leaned back against him, her warmth seeping into his chest like a damn comfort spell. "Nah. I'm comfortable here."
Hugo's eye twitched again.
'Comfortable? COMFORTABLE?!'
Did she think he was some kind of ergonomic gaming chair?! A beanbag meant for her comfort and his suffering?!
Well he was. Actually, he didn't mind at all. But couldn't she have picked a better time to bounce on him!
A better, more appropriate time with their clothes off?!
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The soft press of her body against his made him want to wail. He wasn't some monk trained in the art of mental fortitude!
He wasn't some steel willed sage immune to the pleasures of the flesh!
He was just a man—a young man who wanted to win at FIFA without the handicap of having a warm, soft distraction wriggling in his lap like a mischievous kitten!
But fine. If she wasn't going to move, then—
Hugo let out a slow breath, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and pulled her into a firm hug.
"Fine," he muttered against her shoulder, "but don't blame me for what happens next."
Loli hummed, tilting her head slightly. "Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
Hugo didn't answer. Instead, he tightened his grip, securing her in place. If she wasn't going to get up, then at the very least, he was going to adapt.
Although he was a bit frustrated at missing such a good chance, he was nonetheless still very happy. Not just anyone could have a 9 willingly sit down on their lap for cuddles, right?
Besides, the more intimate they got now, the higher the upper limit for their date would be. At this rate, he would definitely get more than a kiss!
He just had to win!
He pressed start, cracked his fingers, and resumed the match.
And oh, it was on.
Round Two: The Struggle Continues!
The virtual ball zipped across the screen as Hugo controlled his player with deadly precision.
His team pushed forward aggressively, passing between midfielders with expert footwork.
He saw an opening. A golden chance. His fingers tensed. His player dribbled closer. He was about to—
Loli shifted in his lap.
Hugo's body seized. His muscles locked up. His soul prepared to ascend.
And then—
Loli grinded down.
His hands slipped. His shot went wide. The ball rolled out of bounds.
Hugo stared at the screen. His entire world cracked. His mind screamed.
'THIS WAS A CRIME!'
"Loli…" Hugo said through gritted teeth. "That was cheating."
Loli turned her head slightly, looking at him innocently. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Hugo inhaled deeply. He needed to be calm. He needed to be rational. He needed to—
"You wiggled!" he accused, pointing an outraged finger at her.
Loli blinked. "So?"
"So?!" Hugo repeated, scandalized. "That's like—like distracting the goalkeeper with a sudden backflip mid shot! Like unplugging my controller mid penalty kick! Like—like—"
"Like winning," Loli finished for him, smugly crossing her arms.
Hugo's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
This. Girl.
"Fine," he muttered darkly. "If that's how we're playing, then game on."
Round Three: The Payback Arc Begins!
The match continued. This time, Loli had control of the ball, her players moving with the swiftness of seasoned warriors.
She dribbled past his defenders, passed the ball with impossible precision, and weaved through his last line of defense like a damn gaming prodigy.
She was seconds away from scoring. Seconds.
Hugo smirked.
Oh, it was payback time.
Just as Loli's player was about to strike—
Hugo leaned in, tilted his head, and—
Gently, teasingly, wickedly—
Nibbled on her earlobe.
Loli froze.
Her entire body went rigid. Her breath hitched.
The ball rolled past her player's foot. The opportunity—gone.
Hugo leaned back, smug beyond words. Revenge. Was. Sweet.
Loli, recovering, whirled on him, eyes wide with betrayal. "You—! You dare?!"
Hugo simply shrugged, fighting the enormous grin threatening to take over his face. "Huh? What do you mean?" he asked, echoing her earlier words.
Loli's gaze darkened. Oh, she was mad.
'Good. Suffer like I did!'
With a growl, she elbowed him in the ribs—not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she was not pleased.
Hugo wheezed. 'Worth it. So worth it.'
She then tried to stand, probably to regain her focus and destroy him in the game.
Hugo's arms? Tightened.
"Oh no, you're staying right here," he purred, smug as hell.
Loli's eyes narrowed. "Hugo."
"Yes, dear?"
"You will let me go."
Hugo smirked. "After I missed two goals thanks to you? Nah. You still owe me one more missed shot."
Loli's nostrils flared. "You absolute menace."
Hugo simply smiled. 'Mess with the bull, you get the horns, sweetheart. The horns plus the third leg...'
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