The Ghost Game Chapter 2

I wait a moment, but Ryan doesn't say anything—he's also pretending to type away at his keyboard.

Then Sarah covers her mouth with a soft laugh.

"Hey, I'm not the type to snitch on people. Relax, you two."

As she speaks, Sarah's pale hand lands on my shoulder and pats it gently twice.

I joined the company later than Ryan, so I haven't had much interaction with Sarah. I don't dare push my luck.

Sometimes, you can't take what your superiors say at face value.

Because later on, they might do a complete 180 and claim they were being serious all along, that they weren't joking.

By the time that happens, it's too late for regrets!

Ryan not only loves women in stockings, he's also really into voices—especially cute anime voices and sultry mature woman voices.

He once told me privately that sometimes porn doesn't even do it for him—he'd rather listen to the sound of Sarah reading reports. That gets him going.

Ryan puts on a sycophantic smile and flatters Sarah.

"Sarah's the best—beautiful inside and out."

Then, unable to contain his gossipy nature, Ryan asks again.

"Sarah, you know about the Ghost Game too?"

"How could I not? It scared me so much I've been afraid to browse websites at night... Ah! Forget I said that!"

Sarah stops mid-sentence, belatedly covering her mouth, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

I can't help licking my lips, replaying what she just said in my mind.

Isn't she basically admitting that when she's alone, she also likes to watch that kind of stuff?

Ryan shoots me a knowing look full of curiosity.

He seems to be asking me: do women also... you know... when they watch that stuff, just like guys?

After all, men and women are both human. They must have the same needs.

Seeing that neither Ryan nor I say anything, the atmosphere around us becomes even more suggestive.

Sarah quickly tries to explain.

"I'm not what you're thinking! I watch proper movies, but the versions on legitimate platforms are all censored, so I had to..."

Sarah usually has this mature, confident demeanor, but now that she's flustered, her voice has turned cute and girlish.

Damn, no wonder Ryan gets off listening to her read reports...

I nod without saying anything and keep typing.

But Ryan pats his chest and says he believes her—even if someone held a knife to his throat, he'd still believe her.

"Hey, Jake, come over to my place for dinner tonight. We can watch a movie together. I've been looking for this particular film for ages."

To prove she was telling the truth earlier, Sarah extends an invitation. But she directs this question at me.

However, I just picked up my water cup to take a drink and haven't swallowed yet when Ryan jumps in.

"Jake's busy tonight. I'll go! I'll buy groceries after work."

Seriously? This bastard was supposed to go to someone's wedding reception!

His pat on my shoulder nearly makes me choke, and he steals my opportunity!

Sarah was clearly asking me out. Something definitely would've happened tonight.

It's too late for me to respond now—Sarah gets a phone call and walks away.

Her smoking hot figure sways as she disappears around the corner.

My heart is bleeding. Ryan grins like the sleazy bastard he is, and I snatch the envelope off his desk.

"Thanks for letting me have all the fun, bro. You don't need to play that game—this envelope's payment for buying me a drink."

"Bullshit. A man's word is his bond. I'm playing it tonight. I'll screen-record it for you. If you're not busy, we can even video chat!"

Hmph, I can be sarcastic too.

Ryan leans in and whispers.

"Tonight I'll share photos of the beautiful lady with you. Want to make another bet? What color panties do you think Sarah's wearing?"

"What's the point of betting on that? I bet Sarah's a virgin, and that you won't get anywhere with her!"

I roll my eyes. I'm not greedy—I'll just earn this five hundred first!

That evening after getting home, I eat dinner and open the app.

Before I even see anything, a pop-up ad appears.

Click, download, install, run!

Ghost Game.