The Heart System

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I sat on the couch and opened the system again. I didn’t say anything or make a gesture—it just turned itself on with me thinking. Handy.

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EVAN MARLOWE

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Stats Shop

Crafting Inventory

Quests Women

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I first pressed my name on the screen, and another menu slid open.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 1

EXP: 62 / 147

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”Man... it knows everything about me. I don’t know if it’s impressive... or scary.”

This time, I pressed Quests and watched as a new screen popped up. There were tons of quests on this screen. And all of them included dirty, perverted things. But the most innocent one I could find was at the bottom, with the lowest EXP reward.

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Quest Available

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Title: Self-Control

Task: Do not masturbate

Duration: 7 Days

Reward: +30 EXP

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Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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”For a week.” I muttered. ”That’s hard... but I can do that.”

I pressed Accept and the box disappeared in front of me. For a week... hmm... well, it could be done. I had a busy work life, I couldn’t even find time to scratch my ass, let alone masturbate.

”Okay...” I muttered. ”Good. More EXP, more rewards...”

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Well, this was going to be more challenging than I thought.

I woke up with a raging boner that felt like it could punch a hole through drywall. Jasmine’s body wouldn’t leave my mind—the curve of her hips, the softness of her tits, the way her pussy swallowed me whole and squeezed like it didn’t want to let go. That heat. That tightness. Fuck, even remembering it made my cock throb painfully against my shorts.

I groaned, rolling over in bed, clutching the damn thing like it would calm down if I just held it. Spoiler: it didn’t.

”Goddamn it...” I muttered. ”I wanna cum so bad.”

My phone was right there on the nightstand. Porn, a quick nut, sweet relief. Easy.

But then the stupid quest box flashed in my head: Don’t masturbate for one week. Reward: 30 XP.

”No shortcuts,” I told myself. ”You want rewards, you suffer for it.”

I exhaled and tossed my phone back down. My cock hurt. Precum slicked the tip, soaking a wet spot in my shorts. The damn thing kept tenting up, twitching with every heartbeat.

”Not jerking off. Nope. Not today.”

I yanked off my shorts and glared at it. Thick veins ran down the shaft, the head swollen and leaking like it hated me. I felt like a desperate, horny idiot. With a groan, I forced myself up, pulled on my work clothes, and tried not to think about how badly I wanted to rub one out before leaving.

By the time I stepped outside, the morning air slapped my face awake. My cock was still semi-hard, rubbing against my boxers as if mocking me. And of course, fate had to make it worse.

A woman walked past me on the sidewalk, wearing a low-cut tank top that barely contained her tits. They bounced with every step—big, round, soft-looking melons that made my mouth dry. Her shorts rode up so high I could practically see the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.

”Jesus Christ...” I muttered under my breath, wrenching my eyes away. My cock jerked in agreement, pushing against my zipper.

Don’t look. Don’t think about it. XP. Think about XP.

”Shit... the bus came.”

I hurried down the street, clutching my bag, and finally reached the bus stop. Right as I was about to climb on, an old man in front of me stumbled and dropped one of his grocery bags. His leg caught the curb, and he almost went down.

”Shit,” I said, stepping forward. ”Here, let me help you.”

I grabbed all three bags in one hand, balancing them carefully so nothing fell, and with my other hand, I steadied the man and helped him to his feet.

The old man squinted at me. ”Wait... aren’t those too heavy for one hand, son?”

I blinked, glancing at the bag dangling easily from my grip. It should’ve felt heavy, but... it didn’t.

”Oh,” I said slowly. ”I guess so. Huh.”

He thanked me and shuffled onto the bus. I followed, found an empty seat, and slumped into it. Under my breath, I whispered, ”That’s right... I put a point in Strength. Guess it’s kicking in already.”

The thought made me grin, but it didn’t last long, because the bus was packed with temptation.

A girl sat across from me, her skirt so short I could see the edge of her thighs, smooth and pale. She crossed her legs, and I caught the hint of lace underneath. My cock pulsed instantly.

Two seats down, another woman leaned against the window, her breasts straining against a tight blouse, nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her ass was pressed into the seat, round and juicy, making me imagine riding her from behind.

I bit the inside of my cheek and forced my eyes away, staring hard out the window like I was fascinated by the fucking traffic lights.

”Don’t look. Don’t look,” I muttered to myself, shifting uncomfortably as my cock pressed painfully against my pants.

The bus jostled, girls laughed, legs brushed against mine. My entire ride turned into a test of willpower. My body screamed at me to give in, to stare, to jerk off the second I got home. But I kept repeating the same thing in my head:

Thirty XP. Thirty XP. Thirty XP.

I slumped into a seat and let my head fall back against the bus window. The hum of the engine mixed with the chatter of people, but my brain wasn’t focused on any of that. No—it was stuck on Jasmine.

Her face. The way her body writhed under my hands. The wet heat that had swallowed my cock the night before. Just remembering it made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. My pants tightened, my pulse racing as if my body was trying to betray me.

”Shit...” I muttered under my breath, dragging my eyes away from the memory—only to catch sight of the girl across from me.

She was scrolling through her phone, legs crossed. Her short skirt had ridden up just enough for me to catch a teasing view of smooth thighs, and her shirt clung tight against her chest. Big tits. Perfect curves. The kind of body that screamed look, but don’t touch.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stare out the window. If I kept ogling every woman I saw, this no-masturbation quest was going to break me in a single day.

That was when the system blinked into my vision, startling me.

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Daily Task

Run/Walk 3 km

Reward: 15 XP

Progress: 0 / 3

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