The Heart System

Chapter 717: Chapter 717

The room around me was tiny, built entirely from rough gray stone. Moisture clung to the walls, and the floor was damp enough to make every step feel slippery. The air smelled old, like mold, dust, and something rotten that had been sitting there for years.

It was almost impossible to see.

The darkness swallowed everything beyond a few feet in front of me. My eyes struggled to adjust, but no matter how hard I looked, the shadows remained thick enough to hide whatever might be lurking inside them.

A faint orange glow caught my attention.

There was a wooden door across the room, reinforced with rusted iron bands. Mounted beside it was a single torch, its flame flickering weakly as if it could die at any moment. The light danced across the stone walls, making strange shadows stretch and twist like they were alive.

My breathing grew faster.

”Where the fuck am I?”

I spun in a circle, searching for another exit, another person, anything that made sense. There was nothing. Just cold stone, endless darkness, and that lonely torch beside the door.

A knot formed in my stomach.

This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t some virtual reality simulation.

I was really here.

My heart pounded against my chest as I backed away from the door, trying to make sense of what had just happened. One second I had been in my bedroom, and now I was trapped inside some underground prison that looked like it had been abandoned for centuries.

I looked up, hoping to find a ceiling light or even a window.

Nothing.

Only darkness stretched overhead.

”Okay... okay...”

I rubbed my face, trying to calm myself, but it did nothing. My hands were freezing, my body wouldn’t stop shaking, and every instinct screamed that something was horribly wrong.

I turned toward the darkness one more time, straining my eyes.

Nothing moved.

Nothing made a sound.

Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me.

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COMBAT STATS

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HP : [■■■]

MP : [■■■]

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Dungeon EXP: 0/100

Dungeon Coin: 0

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Skills:

- Slash

- Fireball (1MP) - (10s CD)

- Heal (1MP) - (10s CD)

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What... combat stats? Fuck, this was another damn realm where I’d be fighting for my life. Combat? Seriously? No way I was going to use this Dungeon or whatever the hell it was. I had to get out of here ASAP.

The system must have heard me, because a UI appeared in front of me, asking if I wanted to exit. Without hesitating, I pressed yes... and once again, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in bed... phew. I was alive.

”Nope,” I muttered, shaking my head. ”Nope, nope, nope. Nope. Nope.”

”Master?” Minne called out from the kitchen. ”Did you call for me?”

”Huh?” I shook my head, the panic slowly dissipating. ”N-no, honey. Just... hit my toe on the... uh... yeah.”

”O-okay...”

This system was trying to kill me, I swear. Combat Stats? No thank you. My life was already a mess, and recently a crazed Russian mob boss had nearly killed me. I didn’t need another ”combat” experience in my life right now.

I swung my legs off the bed and shook my head, trying to wake myself up properly, then stood up. I walked to the bathroom, flicked the lights on, washed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. Man... I looked like a ghost. And my dick was still sore from all the... ’activities’ we had done with the girls last night.

”Evan?” Kayla knocked softly on the door. ”Are you up? I heard the sink turning on.”

”Oh, yep,” I replied. I flicked the lights off and opened the door.

Kayla stood there wearing one of Nala’s outfits. Since their sizes were nearly the same, it mostly fit, except for the shorts. Those were agonizingly tight, stretched to their limit by her thick thighs and massive ass. The hotpants left almost nothing to the imagination... and honestly, it looked perfect on her. Her body was unbelievable.

”Well, first of all,” she began with a warm smile, ”thanks again for letting me crash here last night. I didn’t realize I drank that much beer.”

I stepped closer, smiling, and kissed her on the lips. Then I reached down, grabbed her asscheeks tightly, and gave them a firm slap. ”You can stay here whenever you want, Kayla.”

She pressed her body against mine, feeling my cock twitch against her stomach through my pants. ”I’ll keep that in mind.”

”Hmm. You should.”

”My ass is still gaping, by the way,” she exhaled, tracing a finger along the outline of my cock through my pants. ”Thanks to you.”

”Really?”

Kayla took a step back and turned around. She pulled her hotpants down slowly, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. She arched her back and leaned forward, presenting herself.

Yeah... her asshole was still gaping slightly, red and puffy from last night’s activities. It looked incredibly used and hot.

”Ooh... yikes. Sorry about that,” I said, wincing a little.

She pulled her hotpants back up, struggling a bit as the tight fabric fought to contain her curves. ”I’m going to put some cream on it this evening. It should help with the soreness and swelling. Nothing too serious, but I’ll take care of it.”

I nodded. ”Good idea.”

Kayla finished adjusting her shorts and looked toward the kitchen. Minne was there, back turned, clearly preparing breakfast.

”Hungry?” I asked.

Kayla smiled. ”Oh, I’ve already eaten with the others. But I’ll sit with you while you eat.”

I walked over to the dining table and sat down. Minne turned around from the kitchen counter with a bright, warm smile on her face.

”Good morning, Master,” she greeted cheerfully, her voice soft and sweet as always.

I smiled back at her. ”Morning, honey.”

As I sat there, my eyes drifted across the table. Memories from last night flooded back, the girls on the table, the dancing, the moaning, the way everything had gotten so messy. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to myself.

Minne placed a plate of breakfast in front of me and tilted her head curiously. ”Is something wrong, Master?”

I shook my head. ”No, no. Just... remembering last night. Minne, did you clean the table?”

”Of course, Master,” she replied proudly. ”Right after I got out of the bathroom yesterday. I made sure everything was spotless before you woke up.”

”Good girl,” I said, reaching out to gently pat her head. She beamed at the praise, her cheeks turning a soft pink.

Kayla’s phone suddenly rang from the living room. She glanced at it and stood up. ”Oh, I’ll take this. You go ahead and eat, I’ll come back in a bit.”

I nodded. ”Take your time.”