The Heart System

Chapter 66: Chapter 66

I fumbled, hands trembling, and finally freed myself. Her eyes widened slightly, then she wrapped her lips around me, tongue sliding over me, warm and slick. My hands went to her hair, holding her gently at first, then gripping tighter as the sensations rolled over me.

This had to be so humiliating for her. Fuck.

But I kinda liked this.

Jasmine, across from me, picked up her fork and began eating, her eyes glancing up at me every so often with that teasing smirk. I tried to focus on my food, but it was impossible. Tessa’s lips moved expertly, her hand brushing over my shaft, slick with her saliva. My body was on fire.

“Oh… fuck… so hard,” Tessa whispered, bobbing her head faster. “You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you?”

I looked down at her, gulping, my cock sliding along her lips. “Y-yeah… this… it’s… fuck…” I couldn’t even speak properly, just groaning into the void.

And then I felt it. A soft touch on my balls. My eyes shot toward Jasmine. Her bare foot was brushing against me, teasing, rubbing softly as she ate her eggs. I shivered.

“So full,” she murmured, smirking. “We need to empty this, right?”

I could only whimper, voice trembling. “I… oh god… fuck…”

Tessa’s lips were velvet, warm, wet, taking me deeper. Her hand twined with mine at the base, stroking with perfect rhythm. “Veiny… so fucking veiny,” she whispered, eyes shining. “And your precum… tastes… hmm… damn. Good.”

The Pleasure skill. I could feel it in my body—my reflexes, the intensity, even the taste was heightened. I wasn’t maxed yet, and it showed. She was getting just enough, but I knew if I leveled this higher… she wouldn’t survive the first minute.

I tried to eat. Really, I did. My fork wobbled in my hand, bits of food sliding off my plate. Tessa was relentless, sucking and bobbing, lips sliding over me like wet silk, tongue swirling.

“I’m close,” I gasped, one hand holding the edge of the table, the other tightening in Tessa’s hair.

Tessa’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Come on, then… cum.” she whispered, pressing her lips against the base of my shaft, deep enough that I could feel her throat working around me.

“Oh… FUCK! FUCK!”

Jasmine’s foot pressed a little harder against my balls. My body betrayed me, spasming with pleasure. My vision blurred. My cock throbbed violently in her mouth. The heat, the wetness, the grip of her lips—it was too much.

“Oh… oh fuck…!” I screamed, hips jerking. I squeezed Tessa’s head gently, trying to ride it out, and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I poured into her mouth, hearing her gulp down every last bit, her lips still pressed against me. I could feel her throat tightening with each swallow.

“Oh… oh fuck…” I trembled, voice breaking. My knees buckled slightly as I leaned back, catching my breath.

Tessa finally pulled back, chest heaving, forehead resting against my knee. Spit, saliva, and cum glistened on her lips, some smeared on her chin.

“Ugh… fuck. I couldn’t breathe there for a second.” she muttered, lifting her head. “Well… at least your idiotic fantasy fulfilled, huh?”

“Yeah… sorry,” I croaked, voice hoarse.

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Quest Completed

Title: Nom Nom Nom

Reward: 45EXP

Mystery Chest

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As Tessa got up and went for the bathroom, I exhaled, grabbing a tissue to wipe my cock before pulling my pants back up. Then I stood and headed toward the sink to wash my hands.

This was crazy. Absolutely insane. But I was glad they were actually okay with it. I was a really lucky guy, no doubt.

On the way down the corridor, I ran into Tessa coming back. She was already freshened up—no spit, no mess on her face anymore. Clean and composed like nothing had happened. She stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, flashing a smile.

“I want a massage tonight,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes daring me. “Make sure you’re ready.”

“Yep,” I replied with a smile. “I’ll be. Don’t worry.”

She brushed past me, and that’s when the system window popped up again.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 4

EXP: 125 / 311

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Wait—she wanted a massage? Shit. I needed a Sensual Oil for that. But… did I even have the credits?

Before I could panic, another UI appeared right in front of me, three glowing chest icons hovering midair. Mystery chest reward, I guessed.

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Pick a Chest

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[?] [?] [?]

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I tapped the middle one. The other two vanished, and the chest cracked open with a glow of green light. Something rose slowly from within.

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You gained:

x1 Pleasure Booster

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Pleasure Booster? Inside the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and checked the item.

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Pleasure Booster

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Effect: Boosts Pleasure

(Your Level + Pleasure Level)

Duration: Until Climax

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“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “Boosts Pleasure, huh? That’s actually good… but not what I was hoping for.”

I needed credits for the night. Not some booster that’d turn me into a ticking cum-bomb. Guess I had to take on some quests.

“Damn,” I sighed, splashing water on my face. “And here I was hoping to just lazy around today.”

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I plopped down onto the bench and leaned back, pulling a bottle of water from my bag. I chugged it like I’d just crawled out of the desert. Sip after sip, trying to catch my breath. My lungs were screaming. Shit. The rain wasn’t pounding like yesterday, but still enough to keep the ground slick. And even with that, people were jogging around like freaks who loved pain.

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Quest Completed

Title: Run Run Run

Reward: 30c

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The UI blinked out and I dropped my elbows onto my knees, staring at the ground. Fuck. Five kilometres might not sound like much, but right now it felt like I’d traded my soul for each step. Every ounce of energy was gone. But at least I had what I needed—enough to buy Sensual Oil for Tessa tonight.

“Man,” I said, head hanging. “I need to go home.”

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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)

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Credits: 35c

Select item to purchase.

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Thirty-five credits. More than enough. Perfect. Because I wasn’t about to drag myself into another quest today. Nope. I just wanted to crawl home, crash, maybe call Mendy and… fuck, apologize.

My phone buzzed. One unread message. From Kayla.

I tapped it open and read the three words out loud. “I told you.”

Yeah. She was right. Ivy was right too. They both warned me about Richard. And now Mendy was wrecked, crying God-knows-where while Rich got his dick wet in someone else again. That asshole and his anal obsession.

“Fuck you, Rich,” I hissed, pushing myself off the bench. My legs trembled as I stood. “It’s all your fault. Fucking idiot.”

I started walking, shoes smacking against the wet pavement.

My phone rang again. Unknown number. Great. Just what I needed.

“Hello?” I answered, dragging my voice.

“This is Mrs. Anotov’s assistant. Is this Evan Marlowe?”

My brows pulled down. “Uh, yeah. What happened?”

“Mrs. Anotov requires another massage session this Sunday. Will you be available?”

I frowned. “Oh, I work Sunday. Sorry.”

There was a pause. Then her voice changed—sharp, almost playful but cold. “No problem. We can immediately put a hit on you and rid you of this world.”

I froze mid-step. Silence stretched long enough to make my pulse spike. “…What?”

A faint chuckle. “I’m sorry. Just an old joke we used to run. Don’t worry about the work. We’ll handle everything. Be ready at nine.”

My grip on the phone tightened. “Do you… know where I live?”

“Why, of course. And the gas station you work for.” Calm. Like she was listing groceries. “But those are small details. Let’s not dwell on that.”

“O-okay… so when I—”

Click. She hung up.

I stood there under the drizzle, heart thumping. Damn. This Russian chick was that important, huh? I knew she had weight, but hearing it like this—yeah, different level.

“Massages, massages,” I muttered, rolling my sore shoulder. “Man, I need a massage myself…”

Just as I was about to keep walking, I spotted a figure cutting through the drizzle toward me. At first, I didn’t place her. Pale face, messy hair plastered from the rain, steps slow like she was walking through glue. Then it hit me. Those dark circles under her eyes, the way her gaze avoided mine until the last second.

Cora. The girl from the gas station accident.

“H-hello.” Her voice wavered like a cracked violin string. “I didn’t know… you ran.”

I forced a smile. My lungs still burned from earlier, and the last thing I needed was small talk. “I… ran, yeah. Gained a little weight. Gotta burn it off somehow, you know? Good for health.”

“I run around here too,” she said. Then gave a weak little laugh. “What a coincidence. Heh… heh.”

The sound crawled right up my spine, made the hair on my arms prickle. But I just nodded, trying not to let it show. She wasn’t dressed for a run anyway—denim pants, oversized hoodie. Like she’d rolled out of bed and walked straight here.

“So,” I said, angling my body toward the street. “I gotta go. Good meeting you.”

“Mhm.” She lifted her hand in a stiff wave, smiling in this off-kilter way. “Goodbye. I’m Cora.”

Saying goodbye and then introducing yourself—yeah, that was backwards. Weird. But hell, who was I to judge? I was the guy who’d once had his eyeball eaten by a woman claiming she was some kind of goddess. If anyone was king of weird, it was me.

“Y-yeah,” I muttered. “I’m Evan. Goodbye.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said again, the smile sticking to her face like glue.

“Yup. See you around.”