I Die to Rise: Resurrection System-Chapter 77: Blonde Distraction!

The Dungeon Authority building looked exactly the same as it had a month ago. The same soul crushing atmosphere and clipboard-wielding drones shuffling between offices with the enthusiasm of someone waiting for a slow internet connection to load.

Kurt walked in alongside Rook, Emma, Cassandra, and Lizzie, and immediately felt the same bureaucratic oppression settle over him.

"Right then," Kurt muttered, lighting a cigarette before remembering where he was. A nearby official glared at him, and he stubbed it out with a sigh. "Let’s get this over with."

The receptionist, a different woman this time, thankfully, directed them to the Evaluation Wing without looking up from her screen. They filed through the sterile corridors until they reached the familiar chamber lined with glowing E-E Crystals.

Rook stepped forward first, rolling his shoulders. "I’ll go first."

He placed his palm against the largest crystal in the center of the room. The moment his essence flowed into it, the crystal flared brilliant white, light emitting in waves that made the officials step back instinctively.

A few minutes went by as numbers flickered across the surface, climbing rapidly until they settled.

A-Rank (Low-Tier)

The room went dead silent. Then the low, urgent whispers started, spreading like wildfire among the officials. One of them rushed off, presumably to alert someone important.

Rook pulled his hand back and flexed his fingers, expression neutral. But Kurt caught the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

Before Rook could take two steps away from the crystal, the door burst open and a delegation of well-dressed hunters swept into the room.

Kurt had brushed up on the existence of other guilds after Silver Tails’ unwelcomed visit, so he recognized the emblems on their jackets.

There was the Monolith Guild (A-rank), the East Vanguard guild (B-rank), and the Purple Syndicate guild (A-rank).

The leader of Monolith, a woman with silver hair tied in a severe bun and a scar running down her left cheek all the way to her neck, approached Rook with a business card extended.

"Rook Jones," she said smoothly. "Impressive display. If you ever consider leaving Raven’s Crow, Monolith would ensure you never lack for anything. Resources, money, accommodations..." Her smile sharpened. "...companionship, if that’s your preference."

Another guild representative stepped forward, adding his own card to the pile. "Purple Syndicate can double whatever they’re offering. Plus executive lodging in the A-rank district."

A third voice chimed in. "East Vanguard has connections to S-rank dungeon access. Think about it."

Rook took the cards one by one, his expression carefully blank. He looked at each card thoughtfully, nodded politely. "Appreciate the offers," Rook said. "But I’m exactly where I need to be."

He tore the cards to shreds, the pieces fluttering to the ground like confetti, then walked past them without another glance.

Kurt grinned, filled with a sense of pride, and from the corner of his eyes, spotted Emma, who also seemed to carry that prideful grin as she stepped up next to get tested.

She approached the crystal, placed her hand on it, and the glow shifted to deep crimson, crackling with barely-contained energy.

The minutes ticked by as numbers climbed and the glow intensified before settling on a final result.

B-Rank (Mid-Tier) 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Mid-tier B-rank confirmed!" An official called out, and Emma pulled her hand back,cracking her neck. "Not bad."

Cassandra, who’d been watching with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "Although it could be better."

Emma’s head snapped toward her. "Oh really?"

Cassandra’s lips curved into a smirk. "Really."

She walked to the crystal with that same regal grace she always had, placed her palm against the surface. The room’s temperature dropped a few degrees instantly. And that was when Kurt heard it.

His attention was immediately pulled away from Cassandra’s testing to the familiar voice that called to him from behind.

"Mr. Manchester."

Kurt turned to find Felicity approaching, clipboard in hand, blonde bun immaculate, a white shirt tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her curves in just the right way.

"So," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was expecting your call."

Kurt grinned, stepping closer. "Yeah, about that... lot’s happened. Hadn’t really had the time... and believe me, you’re worth every second."

Her eyes softened. "I heard. The whole district’s been talking about it. The guild battle against Silver Tail. I’m... glad you’re alright."

Kurt leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "I still owe you a proper apology. And maybe an explanation. Somewhere more private?"

Felicity bit her lower lip, her cheeks turning faintly pink. "I’m listening."

He glanced around, Cassandra was still being read by the crystals, Lizzie and Emma were filling up some paperwork, and there were a lot of congratulations going around.

"Conference room down the hall?"

She nodded quickly, almost eagerly, and they slipped away.

Behind them, Rook’s gaze shifted toward their retreating figures. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose because he had seen this exact scenario play out too many times before.

"Unbelievable," he muttered.

***

The conference room was empty, blinds half-drawn, casting the space in dim light. The door clicked shut behind them, lock turning with a soft snick.

Kurt didn’t waste time. He backed Felicity against the table, hands finding her hips, and crashed his mouth into hers.

She moaned immediately, fingers tangling in his messy hair, pulling him closer as her body melted into his.

"Fuck," Kurt growled against her lips, hands sliding down to grip her ass through the pencil skirt. "I plan to be very apologetic, see?"

She gasped, arching into him, hips grinding against the hard length already pressing against her. "Yeah?"

He spun her around in one smooth motion, bending her over the conference table. Her breath hitched as he hiked her skirt up to her waist, revealing black lace panties already soaked through.

Kurt groaned, palming her perfect ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to see the wet patch growing. "Look at you. Already dripping."

Felicity pushed back against him, desperate. "Please—"

He yanked the lace aside roughly, fingers sliding through her wetness. She was soaked, pussy clenching around nothing, and when he plunged two fingers inside, curling them just right, she cried out, hips bucking. "That’s it, love. Squeeze my fingers. Show me how desperate you are."

"So fucking wet," he rasped, pumping his fingers fast and deep. Her inner walls fluttered, thighs shaking. "All this just from a kiss?"

"Kurt—" Her voice broke. "Now. Fuck me now."

He freed his cock with one hand, thick and hard, throbbing with need. Then he fumbled for his wallet, pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on his length.

He proceeded to rub the swollen head through her folds, coating himself in her slickness as he groaned at how ready she was.

Then he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke that stretched her wide open.