The Heart System

Chapter 134: Chapter 134

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– Evan Marlowe (Lvl 7)

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– Age: 21

– Height: 180 cm

– Weight: 73 kg

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– EXP: [█████████▒▒▒] 650/777

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It was time… well, it’d been time for a while now. My phone showed ten o’clock, and Delilah was late. Maybe she’d changed her mind, decided she didn’t want to see me after I kissed her on the lips. Fuck me, what a dumb move. My stomach twisted at the thought.

I dialed Ivy, my fingers shaky. Couldn’t call Delilah directly—her phone was either dead or she’d blocked me.

“Evan?” Ivy picked up, her voice casual. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Do you know where Ms. Komb is? She was supposed to send me a video of her computer. Said it was making weird noises.”

“No idea,” Ivy said. “I won’t be home tonight, though. She’s probably at home.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. “Thanks. Have fun.”

“Yep. See you.”

“Hmm.”

I sipped my americano, leaning back in the coffee shop chair, the bustle around me loud—people chatting, cups clinking.

Out of boredom, I unlocked my phone, scrolling through news. Nothing new on Karim. No texts from Juliet. Not even Delilah. Fuck, this was bad.

“Nala…” I muttered, typing her username into Instagram’s search bar. Her profile was private, so I sent a follow request and set my phone down, tapping my foot to a random beat in my head, trying to kill time.

Damn, just as I was about to head to the restroom, I caught a woman glancing my way. Charm was working its magic, but I needed more—twenty, maybe. First, Pleasure or Libido, then Strength, then Charm. Hell, maxing Charm and landing a modeling gig at Nuppia sounded… tempting. Who knows?

“Come on, Delilah,” I muttered, staring at my phone. “Where are you?”

I dialed her again, and she picked up after one ring, her voice heavy, strained. “Evan.”

“Ms. Komb,” I said, my heart jumping. “Where are you? You okay?”

“Home,” she said, her voice cracking, like she’d been crying. “You can come. I don’t feel like going out today.”

“S-sure,” I said. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible. “Just… come in ten minutes, okay?”

“Okay…”

I lingered in the coffee shop, watching the rain-soaked city through the window, neon lights smearing in the wet haze. Ten minutes dragged by, and I got up, walked out, and hurried across the street to her apartment building. I climbed the stairs, my steps echoing, and stopped at her door. Took a deep breath, knocked. Movement inside, then the lock clicked.

The door opened, and there she was… Delilah. Her eyes were red, swollen, tears staining her cheeks, her hair a disheveled mess. She wore a fluffy nightgown, barely reaching above her knees, clinging to her curves. She looked broken, sad, and it hit me like a punch. Did I do this to her? Fuck.

“Ms. Komb,” I said, my voice soft. “W-what… happened?”

“Come in,” she said, her voice sharp but trembling, stepping aside.

I walked in, shutting the door quietly, the dim corridor lit only by streetlamps filtering through open curtains, occasional car lights flashing across the living room. She stood in front of me, arms crossed, her eyes glistening, her lips quivering.

“Why did you do it?” she asked, her voice breaking, tears welling again. “Why did you help me, Evan?”

“Why?” I said, stepping closer, my heart pounding. “I overheard their plans, Ms. Komb. You have no idea what kind of fucked-up shit they were saying. You wanted me to do nothing?”

“What did you overhear?” she asked, her voice small, her hands trembling as she hugged herself tighter.

“Putting pills in your coffee. Selling your body, taking videos of you. Blackmailing you into screwing those perverts at BrightWave,” I said, my voice rising. “You wanted me to just stand there, Delilah?”

I stepped closer, cupping her tear-streaked cheeks with both hands, her skin warm, her eyes searching mine, raw with emotion.

“Of course I’d do something.”

“You didn’t have to,” she whispered, her voice cracking, a tear slipping free as she looked down, her shoulders shaking. “You didn’t have to make me feel so… exposed.”

“You didn’t have to save a stupid boy,” I said, my voice steady, holding her face gently. “But you did. You didn’t have to cook for him, help him, care for him. But you did, Delilah.”

She nodded, her breath hitching, more tears streaming down, her lips trembling. “Why did you kiss me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, raw and vulnerable.

I paused, my throat tight. “Because you’re always on my mind, Delilah. Seeing you there, so open, so hurt… I wanted to protect you, be there for you. I wanted to repay everything you’ve done for me. I don’t know why I kissed you, but I don’t regret it.”

“You should find other girls,” she said, her voice shaking, eyes still fixed on the floor, tears dripping. “I’m… I’m like… I’m chubby, Evan. I’m a mess.”

Chubby? She was thick in all the right ways, a fucking goddess. “No. You’re perfect.”

“I have saggy breasts,” she murmured, her voice breaking, her hands clutching her gown.

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m not social,” she said, her tears falling faster, her voice cracking harder. “I’m awkward, always alone…”

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m old,” she sobbed, her shoulders shaking, her voice barely holding together.

I stepped forward; she stepped back, her back hitting the door. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m… an idiot,” she whispered, her voice breaking completely, tears streaming down her face.

I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes, our faces close. “You. Are. Perfect.”

We stood there, her sobs quieting, her eyes locked on mine, glistening with tears. I leaned in, our noses brushing, my breath mixing with hers.

“You can push me away now, Delilah. I’ll leave your life forever. You’ll never see me again. I’m not forcing you into anything.”

I leaned closer, our lips almost touching, waiting for her to push me away.

She didn’t. I kissed her, soft at first, then deeper, and she kissed me back, her tears wet against my cheeks, her hands clutching my shirt. I held her chin, kissing her harder, then wrapped my arms around her, lifting her slightly, her back against the door, her legs shyly wrapping around my waist so she wouldn’t fall.

I pulled back, breathing hard. “You’re perfect.”

I kissed her again, her lips trembling against mine.

I pulled back. “You’re perfect.”

This time, she leaned in, kissing me fiercely, her hands gripping my neck, her tears still falling but her body pressing closer. I carried her, still kissing, to the nearest room, pushing the door open. It was simple—music posters on the walls, a tidy single bed, a wardrobe by the window, rain blurring the glass, neon lights smearing outside.

“N-no,” she gasped as I laid her on the bed, her back sinking into the mattress, me between her legs. “This is… Ivy’s room.”

“I don’t care,” I said, my voice low, hungry.

I leaned in, kissing her again, ravenous. The quest completion screen flashed, but I swiped it away. I didn’t give a fuck. I kept kissing her, my hands roaming her curves, her gown slipping up. She was mine. My friend’s mom, yeah, but I didn’t care. Delilah was mine, finally, completely.

I kept kissing Delilah, my lips pressing hard against hers, her soft moans vibrating in her throat as her hands clutched my shoulders, trembling. My fingers found the hem of her fluffy nightgown, and I slid it up, peeling it off completely. Her tits spilled out, full and gorgeous, nipples hard in the dim neon glow filtering through the rain-blurred window of Ivy’s room.

“Saggy?” I whispered into her ear, my voice low, teasing, my breath hot against her skin. “You’d put Nuppia models to shame, Delilah.”

She exhaled shakily, her face flushing deep red, her eyes glistening with embarrassment and want, tears still clinging to her lashes. Her chest heaved, her breath uneven, her vulnerability laid bare.

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EVENT

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Delilah’s Interest +8

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“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” I said, my fingers circling her nipple, teasing it slowly, watching her squirm, while my other hand roamed her waist, tracing the curve of her thick hips. “Back at uni, when you gave me your panties… I imagined this. You, under me. I’d sniff them, jerk off, picturing you like this.”

“Y-you’re…” she stammered, her voice breaking, her face burning hotter, a fresh tear slipping down her cheek.

My hand slid lower, pushing the nightgown aside, finding her pussy—wet as fuck, her folds slick and warm. She gasped, her body arching, her eyes squeezing shut. “You have no idea how I wanted to fuck you,” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. “How I wanted to hear you scream my name. How I wanted to feel you.”

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WOMEN – INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 30 / 40★

Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20

Tessa: Interest: 22 / 40★

Kim: Interest: 20 / 40★

Delilah: Interest: 33 / 40★

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100★★★★★

Mendy: Interest: 2/20

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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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