The Heart System

Chapter 78: Chapter 78

It was time to check my rewards for hitting that milestone with Cora. One hundred. Maxed out. And for what? Just calling her cute? Complimenting her?

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 27 / 40★

Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20

Tessa: Interest: 19 / 20

Kim: Interest: 6 / 20

Delilah: Interest: 4 / 20

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

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Progress:

★☆☆☆☆ - 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ - 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ - 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ - 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Select a woman to track progress.

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The UI hovered in front of me as I pushed into my apartment. I locked the door, dropped onto the couch, and let out a long breath. At least the boss had shown mercy today—Richard and I both scored five days off.

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Milestone Reached!

Partner: Cora

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Reward:

190 EXP

Mystery Chest

Mystery Chest

Mystery Chest

Mystery Chest

150c

+3 Mastery Points

+3 Ability Points

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Holy shit. Just for clearing the 20, 40, 60, 80, and 100 milestones, I was drowning in rewards.

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 10

- Manipulative Charm

- Emotional Charisma

- Seductive Allure

Libido: 6

Pleasure: 3

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Unused Mastery Points: 5

Unused Ability Points: 7

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I’d leveled up back at the station earlier, and with that plus these milestone bonuses, I had seven ability points now. And if I reset Charm, I’d get five back instantly.

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Reset: Charm

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Are you sure?

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[Confirm] [Cancel]

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I hit confirm without hesitation.

A second later, staring at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection. My jaw was sharper, eyes piercing, skin clean and smooth—like someone had upgraded me to ”better model Evan.”

I dumped the refunded five points straight back into Charm.

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CURRENT STATS

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Strength: 2

Charm: 12

- Manipulative Charm

- Emotional Charisma

- Seductive Allure

Libido: 6

Pleasure: 3

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Unused Mastery Points: 5

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”Fuck yeah,” I muttered at my reflection.

Next up: my level.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 72 kg

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Level: 5

EXP: 21 / 457

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Level five. But damn—the next one needed 457 EXP. Still, with milestone farming, it was doable.

Time to crack open those mystery chests.

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Pick a Chest

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[?] [?] [?]

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I tapped through, choosing all four. Rewards spilled out in golden text:

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You gained:

50c

125 EXP

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Fifty credits? Meh. But the EXP was solid—it shaved a chunk off the grind.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 72 kg

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Level: 5

EXP: 146 / 457

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Not bad. And since I leveled, that meant the shop might’ve refreshed.

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SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

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Credits: 270c

Select item to purchase.

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Now that was interesting. Real-world cash for credits? That changed the game. If I stacked enough, maybe I could quit this miserable gas station job altogether. Just grind quests, chase milestones, and rack up rewards.

I shrugged off my jacket and checked the time. Six a.m. The sun was dragging itself over the horizon, the city coughing awake. Because of the concert, we’d pulled a double shift. My body felt hollow, like it was running on fumes.

”Ugh...”

I closed my eyes and just listened—the traffic outside, the faint hum of people moving. Two days off was what the boss gave me, but I wasn’t sure if that was mercy or a reminder I should just quit and cash out. Fifty credits for five hundred real-world dollars. Maybe the game wanted me to walk away from the gas station forever.

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EVENT: AMBUSH!

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Task: Survive the ambush.

Do not cum.

Duration: 10 minutes

Reward: ???

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”Huh?”

The world stuttered. The sky outside bled crimson. The fly on the window froze mid-buzz. Cars on the street hung still, drivers locked in time. Pedestrians were mannequins, mid-step. Everything—except me.

My stomach dropped. I hadn’t bought Time Stop. I checked my credits—untouched. Then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Someone was... at the door?

I nearly tripped walking to the door. My hand shook as I pressed to the peephole—and froze.

Someone was there. A woman. She was already leaning into the peephole. Crimson eyes staring straight back, like the glass meant nothing. When our eyes met, she smiled—wide, hungry—and tapped her knuckles against the wood again.

”Knock, knock, knock,” she purred. ”Open up.”

”W-who... who the hell are you?”

Another smile. No answer. Just that rhythm again—knock, knock, knock.

Her body came into view as she leaned back, and my gut twisted. Blonde hair falling like silk, skin pale as porcelain. A body that should’ve belonged on a runway—except wrong. Wrong in every way. Her breasts sat bare, proud, her hips perfect curves, but her arms and legs...

Black veins spidered from her hands to her elbows, from her feet to her thighs—only they weren’t veins... or were they? It was hard to describe. They looked like shadows had sunk claws into her, coating her skin in a crawling, dust-like blackness. And sprouting from her back—two enormous wings, black as ash.

I staggered. She shouldn’t exist. She wasn’t part of this world.

She raised one hand toward the door—then slipped it through the wood like it wasn’t there. Cold fingers wrapped around my throat. And then she followed, her whole body phasing through until she stood in my living room.

”Hello, Mr. Marlowe.” Her voice dripped sugar and venom. The smirk never left her face.

She squeezed—and then threw me like a ragdoll.

I crashed into the couch, sending it sliding across the floor. Pain flared in my ribs.

”What the fuck!” I wheezed, still on the ground. ”Who are you? Why are you—”

”My dear Evan,” she cooed, sauntering toward me. ”I’m here for you.”

My blood ran cold.

”Tell me,” she said, her eyes glowing pink. ”What do you want to do?”

She stepped closer.

”What do you want to do with me?”

At that moment, something happened to me.

My body felt weightless. What did I want with her? God... her body. Those smooth legs. Those perfect tits. She was unreal—otherworldly. I wanted to pin her down, to take her, no matter what was happening around us.

The sky had turned crimson. Everything had frozen. But none of it mattered. All I wanted was her. Only her.

Were these my thoughts? My real thoughts? I wanted to run. I should’ve run. But I didn’t. Was I under a spell?

”I... want to...”

”Yes?” She purred, stepping even closer while I was still on the ground.

”I want to fuck you...”

”Good boy,” she purred, settling between my legs. ”Now, the main course.”

”W-wait—”

She squatted over me, wings spread wide, and sank down onto my cock. The heat of her pussy swallowed me whole.

I didn’t even last a second. My body jerked, spilling inside her before I could stop it.

Her eyes flared pink, glowing like embers. Her lips parted in ecstasy.

”Ohh... yes,” she moaned, licking her lips. ”One of her subjects. I knew you’d taste delicious.”

”FUCK,” I gasped, weak already. ”Yes!”

She rose, then dropped her hips again, taking me to the hilt. Another orgasm ripped out of me.

My vision blurred. ”F-fuck... oh, God...”

She laughed, voice rich and cruel. ”One more time.”

Her hips lifted again—slammed down—milking me for the third time in seconds. My scream cracked into a moan.

Who the fuck was she?

She leaned in, lips crashing to mine.

And I lost it.

I came again—fourth time—my head spinning so hard the room blurred at the edges. My dick was sore now, the pain crawling up the shaft and biting at the tip, but my body wouldn’t stop. No, not wouldn’t—couldn’t. Or maybe I just didn’t want to. She was like a drug, the kind you swear you’ll never touch again but keep snorting anyway until you’re on the floor.

She arched back on her palms, showing me everything—her pussy glistening, dripping with me. Fifth time. Sixth. It was like every tiny movement of her hips wrung me dry again, like I was nothing but a pump she could squeeze at will. Pleasure and pain mingled until I couldn’t tell which was which anymore.

”Keep cumming,” she hissed, lifting her ass off me. Her voice slithered under my skin. ”Keep coming for me!”

Another sharp moan tore out of me and I spilled into her again, helpless.

Wait. This wasn’t me. Right? I wasn’t like this. My brain was fog, my body a puppet. All I wanted was her—this winged woman and her heat—and to keep filling her, keep giving, keep emptying myself into her. Something about that realization cut through the haze.

No. Something was wrong.

Just as she was about to slam her hips down again, I clamped my hands on her thighs and stopped her. ”Stop,” I rasped, and pushed her off. I scrambled upright, my dick throbbing in open revolt, pain and leftover pleasure buzzing together. Good thing I caught myself when I did—any more and I wasn’t sure there’d be anything left of me.

”G-get out!” My voice cracked. ”You’re—”

”A man,” she purred, standing like liquid shadow. ”Shouldn’t deny his own nature. If you want to fill me, make me scream your name...”

She parted her folds with two fingers. My cum dripped to the floor in a slow, obscene line.

”Then fuck me.”

She moved toward me, but I staggered back, grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, and raised it like a bat. Pathetic weapon against someone who could phase through a door, but it was all I had.

She paused, watching me with those crimson eyes, then touched a finger to her lips and let out a quiet, amused chuckle.

”You are interesting, Mr. Marlowe.” Her voice was velvet wrapped around knives. She opened her arms. ”You tell me that you—refuse me?”

”I guess... so.” My hands were shaking on the chair.

Her face darkened, eyes half-lidded now. She turned away, exhaled, and lifted a hand slowly, like she was about to close a curtain.

Then she snapped her fingers.

”OH FUCK!”

I bolted upright, heart punching my ribs, soaked in cold sweat. The couch creaked under me. I stumbled to the window, back against the frame, scanning the room. Nothing. No woman. No wings. No sign of anyone. My dick wasn’t sore anymore.

It was all a dream... shit.