I can Use Filthy Game Skills In The Real World

Since the dog had a leash, it was clear it had an owner somewhere. However, no matter how much I looked around, no one nearby seemed to claim it. Most passersby only spared the dog a brief glance before continuing on their way.

Deciding to wait for its owner, I grabbed the leash trailing on the ground and led the dog over to a bench along the walking path.

As I sat down, the dog wagged its tail furiously, clearly enjoying the attention as I reached out to pet it.

"Poppy! Poppy! Over here, girl!"

I looked up to see a woman wearing a cap sprinting toward us, shouting what was unmistakably a pet’s name.

At the sound of her voice, the dog perked up immediately, abandoning my hand to turn toward the source of the call. The woman spotted us and called out again, her voice full of relief.

"There you are! You can’t just run off like that—I was so worried!"

She rushed over and scooped the dog into her arms, completely ignoring me in the process.

’Not even a glance?’

I shrugged it off, figuring it was good enough that the dog had been found. I was about to leave when she finally turned to me, her expression softening as she spoke.

"Thank you so much for holding onto her. I was terrified I’d lost her for good."

"It’s no problem."

The woman paused mid-sentence as our eyes met. Up close, I couldn’t help but notice her figure—specifically, the way her jeans hugged her wide hips.

’Damn... those curves are insane.’

For a moment, my mind wandered. I imagined gripping those hips, hearing her moan as I—

’Focus.’

Shaking the thought away, I took in the rest of her appearance. She had soft, round eyes that matched the innocent energy of her dog, giving her a gentle, approachable vibe.

The contrast between her sweet face and her undeniably seductive body made her all the more attractive.

She quickly snapped out of her daze and spoke again.

"I really can’t thank you enough. Can I treat you to something? Maybe a drink?"

"That’s not necessary. I just played with her for a bit."

"No, really—I’d feel bad if I didn’t do something to repay you."

Her cheeks were flushed, either from running or embarrassment, but she seemed determined to insist.

I considered brushing her off again, but something about the way she looked at me made it hard to refuse.

"Alright. A drink sounds fine."

She smiled and nodded, visibly relieved, and we started walking toward a nearby convenience store together.

I hadn’t thought much of the situation at first. My plan was to thank her for the drink, exchange a few pleasantries, and part ways. But when she insisted on treating me, something about her eagerness made me curious.

’Might as well check.’

Activating Lustful Gaze, I let the details about her flash before my eyes.

Name: Hannah Parker

Age: 24

Height: 5’6" (167 cm)

Weight: 125 lbs (57 kg)

Bust Size: C-cup

Erogenous Zones: Waist, Pussy

Virginity Status: Not a virgin

Sexual Preferences: Doggystyle, submissive play

Libido: Moderate

Current Condition: Mildly aroused and strongly attracted to her ideal type.

’What the hell?’

I blinked, momentarily thrown off. I’d noticed she was acting friendly, but I hadn’t expected her to already be this interested—especially after meeting me for the first time.

’Do good looks really work this fast?’

Back when I was plain and unremarkable, this kind of reaction was unthinkable. Now, with a taller frame, sculpted features, and perfect proportions, I was starting to realize just how much of a difference appearance made.

The sudden attention left me feeling a strange mix of amusement and irritation.

"Do you come here often?"

Hannah’s voice broke through my thoughts as she flashed me a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, pretty often."

We’d already made small talk on the way to the store, and she seemed determined to keep the conversation going. Her questions came quickly, never giving the silence a chance to settle.

"What time do you usually come out?"

The implication behind her question was obvious, and her persistence made me chuckle internally.

"No set time."

"Oh, I usually come out around seven."

Hannah’s interest couldn’t have been clearer if she’d written it in bold letters. But even though her curvy figure and inviting smile were tempting, I wasn’t in the mood.

’She’s got a great body, sure... but she looks like the clingy type.’

The thought lingered as I weighed my options. Having just experienced the absolute freedom of Fantasy Hero Chronicles, the idea of getting tied down by someone this persistent felt suffocating.

Still, her hips practically screamed temptation, making it hard to dismiss the idea entirely.

"Well, thanks for the drink. I’ll head out now."

I stood up, hoping to end the conversation, but Hannah wasn’t ready to let me go just yet.

"Wait—can I get your number?"

"My number?"

"Yeah. I thought we could work out together sometime. It’s kind of boring exercising alone, you know?"

Her forwardness took me by surprise, but not enough to change my mind. After a brief pause, I handed her my number, figuring it’d be easier to just get it over with.

"Here you go."

"Thanks! By the way, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"No way! Me too!"

I already knew her age thanks to Lustful Gaze, but I humored her excitement anyway. She was practically bubbling over with enthusiasm, and her chatter showed no signs of stopping.

’This is getting annoying.’

I started giving short, half-hearted answers, hoping she’d get the hint. But if anything, my responses only seemed to encourage her.

Just as I was about to lose my patience, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Bzzz... Bzzz...

"Excuse me for a second."

Grateful for the interruption, I picked up the call without even checking the ID.

"Hello?"

Mom: Alex, when are you planning to come home?

Me: Soon, Mom.

Mom: You better. I can’t believe you haven’t stopped by.

Me: I’ll be there soon, I promise.

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