The Heart System

Chapter 193: Chapter 193

I eased out of Nala with a slow, wet slide, my cock still half-hard and glistening. A thick strand of cum followed, dripping onto the sheets.

Jasmine smirked, leaning over me. ”Good girl always cleans up her mess. You need to learn that, Nala.”

Nala laughed, low and throaty, and kicked the blanket off us. ”Watch me.” She crawled down between my legs, settled on her knees, and took me into her mouth—warm, wet, thorough. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up every trace of us, humming softly as she sucked.

Jasmine turned my face to hers, kissed me deep. ”You’re delicious,” she murmured against my lips.

Nala pulled off with a pop, licking her lips. ”No—his cum is delicious. I love it. Wow, am I a pervert?”

I just smiled, said nothing. Pleasure 20... what a game changer.

Jasmine broke the kiss, guiding my mouth to her tits. I latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking. She moaned, fingers threading through my hair.

”Fuck, Evan,” she breathed. ”You’re gonna love Delilah’s tits when she starts lactating. Gonna be so full, so heavy—gonna drip for you. You’ll suck her dry, won’t you? Milk straight from the source while she’s pregnant and needy.”

I groaned against her skin, cock twitching in Nala’s mouth. ”Hell yes. Gonna drink every drop. Gonna make her beg for it.”

Nala hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. I was sensitive—too sensitive—cock throbbing, close again.

Jasmine pulled back. ”Nope. Not yet, cowboy. Chill. Move away, Nala.”

She got up, swung a leg over, straddled me, lined up, and sank down slow—her pussy hot and tight as fuck. She started bouncing, slow at first, then faster, tits jiggling with every drop.

”Fuck, Jasmine,” I groaned, hands on her hips. ”Ride me—take it all—”

She leaned forward, hands on my chest, grinding deep. ”You like that? Like watching me fuck myself on your cock?”

Nala stood, stretching, then padded to the closet. She pulled out her office suit—crisp white blouse, pencil skirt, heels. She slipped into panties, then paused, hand between her thighs.

”Gonna clean up,” she said, heading for the bathroom. ”My pussy is dripping with your cum.”

”No,” I growled, voice rough. ”Leave it. I want you to feel me all day at work. Every meeting, every call—my cum dripping out of you.”

Nala exhaled, cheeks flushed. ”Wow. She is a perv, huh, Jasmine?”

Jasmine grinned, rolling her hips. ”Takes one to know one.”

Nala shook her head, smiling, and finished dressing—blouse buttoned, skirt zipped, heels clicking as she walked back to the bed.

Jasmine didn’t slow. She rode me like she owned me—up and down, grinding, clenching. Her tits bounced in my face; I caught one, sucked hard, teeth grazing.

”Fuck—yes—” she gasped. ”Suck them—bite them—”

I did. Hard. She cried out, pussy fluttering.

”Close,” I rasped.

”Not yet,” she teased, slowing to a torturous grind. ”Wanna feel you throb inside me.”

I growled, hands gripping her ass, guiding her. ”You’re gonna take every drop. Gonna fill you up just like Nala.”

She moaned, speeding up again. ”Do it. Breed me. Make me leak all day too.”

Nala watched from the edge of the bed, skirt hugging her hips, blouse crisp. ”You two are animals.”

Jasmine laughed breathlessly. ”Says the woman who fucked Evan the second she woke up.”

I thrust up hard, meeting her bounces. ”Fuck—Jasmine—”

”Now,” she demanded, slamming down. ”Cum in me—”

I did—cock jerking, flooding her, thick and hot. She clenched, milking me, riding through it, tits bouncing, head thrown back.

She collapsed forward, panting, still seated on me. Nala leaned in, kissed her back slowly, then my lips.

”See you tonight,” Nala said, voice husky. ”With your cum still inside me.”

Jasmine grinned against my chest. ”Same.”

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Jasmine

EXP Gained: +95

Star Rating: 4.5 ★★★★

Reason: -

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We stayed tangled like that for a while—Jasmine still straddling me, trying to catch our breaths.

Eventually Jasmine rolled off, stretching with a satisfied groan. I sat up, running a hand through my hair. ”I’ll take a shower.”

Nala nodded. ”I’ve got to get to the office.” She slipped into her heels, grabbed her purse, and blew us both a kiss before disappearing down the hall.

I padded to the dresser, pulled out fresh boxers, jeans, and a plain black tee. Jasmine watched from the bed, smirking. ”Off day?”

”Yeah,” I said. ”Need to talk to Cora. Get Charlotte to crack.”

She hummed approval. ”Go get ’em, tiger.”

I headed to the bathroom, turned the shower hot, and let the water pound the tension from my shoulders. Quick and efficient—soap, rinse, done. I toweled off, dressed, and stepped into the hallway.

Minne was right there, arms full of a laundry basket, folded clothes stacked neatly. She froze when she saw me, cheeks pink.

Yesterday flashed in my head: her on the bed, fingers buried deep, other hand in her mouth, head thumping the wall. I shoved the image down hard.

”Morning,” I said, voice casual.

”Morning, Master,” she replied, soft, then smiled and slipped past me toward her room.

I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. ”Still feel like a perv, damn.”

Jasmine appeared in the doorway behind me, hair tousled, wearing nothing but one of my old shirts. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. ”Wanna join?”

I turned, kissed her slow. ”I want to. But you know I can’t.”

She smiled against my mouth. ”I know. Go get that bitch to talk, handsome.”

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Finding Cora wasn’t easy. She didn’t have any socials, but I remembered she had a sister. And luckily, she had an account. I texted her, telling her that I was one of Cora’s friends and needed to meet up with her. After telling her my name, Cora immediately was okay meeting up with me, according to her sister.

Burney’s was mostly empty, as there was a storm yesterday. It wasn’t as bad as yesterday, but today was still bad too. Chilly air, rain, and wet pavements that each step I’d step into a puddle.

”Welcome, sir,” a waitress said. ”What would you like to order?”

”I’ll take black coffee,” I said.

”Alright, I’ll be right with you, sir.”

”Thanks.”

I leaned back into my chair and rubbed my temples. I was still sleepy, but at least I was satisfied. Morning sex with Jasmine and Nala really woke me up. That also boosted my EXP quite a bit. I was getting so much experience points now that my Pleasure was 20.

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 10)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 74 kg

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- EXP: [██████░░░░] 1256/2162

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I also had a good amount of credits. I could possibly buy a mastery skill but... I wanted to hold them for now. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push Pleasure to 30, get more Strength, or buy mastery points and use them. No need to rush.

I checked my phone. No texts. I’d offered Cora to pick her up, but she refused. Saying she was going to take a taxi.

”Hmm... she’s late, huh?”

Just when I was about to put the phone on the table, a notification popped up. It was a text from Delilah. Curious, I tapped on it.

It was a photo. Delilah was taking a selfie, one hand grabbing her tanktop and curling it up, revealing her tits, wearing no bra. Ivy was behind her, sitting on a couch, watching TV. Delilah’s face was... fuck. She was smiling, knowing what she was doing to me.

”This woman... feels like I awakened a monster or something.”

I sent back a heart-eyes emoji. ’I love you, Delilah.’

She replied with a heart emoji, and then I chuckled, putting the phone on the table. Sometimes I’d wonder if old Evan would see what he’d become, and would he believe it. Fucking Delilah... and, as if that wasn’t enough, making her pregnant... honestly, that was my fucking dream. Making her pregnant... making my friend’s mother pregnant.

Feeling my cock stir up, I cleared my throat and shook my head. The waitress came with my order and put it on the table with a smile and walked off. I lit up a cigarette and took a sip from my black coffee, watching the rain-soaked city through the glass.

”This is nice...”

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to shake off the lingering headache behind my eyes. The coffee in front of me wasn’t great, but it was bitter—the kind of bitter that punched your nerves awake. I took a slow sip, letting the warmth crawl down my throat.

Outside, rain streaked down the huge glass windows like thin silver strings. People hurried past with umbrellas half-bent from the wind. A guy jogged across the street holding a grocery bag over his head. Two girls clung to each other’s arms, squealing as they darted through puddles, shoes splashing. A cyclist cursed at a taxi that cut too close to him. Life rolled on, wet and annoyed.

The café door chimed as a small group rushed inside, shaking off umbrellas, laughing about the sudden downpour. The scent of damp coats and roasted beans mixed in the air.

A yellow taxi slowed in front of the café. I leaned forward.

Yeah. That was her.

Cora pushed the door open before the driver even stopped properly, then awkwardly leaned back in to pay him. She jogged through the rain, hood up, sleeves already soaked at the ends. When she spotted me through the window, she gave this tiny, crooked smile and hurried over.

I raised a hand. ”Cora.”