The Heart System

Chapter 264: Chapter 264

I sat there a second, pulse racing, then bolted for the balcony like I needed oxygen. I slid the glass door shut behind me and leaned on the railing, trying to calm myself down.

The same sunbed where I’d taken Nala’s virginity sat to my right. I smiled at it, soft and a little stunned. If I hadn’t stepped in that day at the anime convention, if I hadn’t stood up to her brother, I’d still be rotting in that old apartment, living a life I hated. Funny how one decent moment changed everything.

My phone buzzed. Mendy.

I answered and sank onto the sunbed. “Hey.”

“H-hey, Evan,” she said, soft and nervous. “Hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Nah, perfect timing.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “What’s up?”

A long pause. “I… was going to ask yesterday, but stuff came up. Would you maybe want to have dinner tomorrow?”

“Penelope coming?” I asked quickly, hoping.

I wanted her to say yes desperately. Because there was no way she’d confess to me with Penelope around.

“Um, no. Just us. She has… some business to take care of tomorrow.”

My stomach flipped. “Uh… yeah, sure. Your place?”

“If that’s okay,” she said, brighter. “Eight work? I know you’re with Nala a lot, so—”

“Eight’s perfect,” I cut in gently.

“Cool, cool. Eight.”

“Yep… so… see you?”

“Yep. See you, Evan.”

We hung up.

I stared at the phone for a long minute, then exhaled hard, dropped my head into my hands, elbows on my knees. I sat there like that, hunched forward on the sunbed, the weight of tomorrow pressing down on me.

The balcony door slid open behind me.

“Hey, handsome.”

Jasmine stepped out wrapped in a barely-there black silk nightgown that ended high on her thighs. The fabric was so sheer it was practically liquid shadow, clinging to every curve, plunging deep between her breasts, thin straps the only thing keeping it up. A high slit flashed thigh with every step. No bra. No panties. Just silk and sin.

“It’s freezing,” I said, voice rough. “Get a blanket or something.”

“Brr. You’re right.”

She grabbed the thick throw blanket from the couch in the living room, draped it over both our shoulders as she settled beside me, and tucked it around us. I slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. The silk was cool against my palm; her skin was warm. My fingers brushed her nipple through the fabric, already hard from the night air, and she shivered into me.

“It’s hard to believe,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder, looking out at the city lights with me. “That this is our life now.”

“Right?” I smiled, sliding my hand fully under the silk now, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple gently between my fingers. “From that shitty apartment to… this.”

She turned her face up to me, eyes soft. “I never knew that you, the quiet guy next door, would be the hero of my life.”

“Hero?” I chuckled, pinching her nipple lightly, making her breath hitch. “That’s a hell of an exaggeration.”

“It is not,” she said firmly, pressing closer, her hand tightening on my cock through the fabric. “You saved me, Evan. You’re everything I ever wanted.”

I kissed her. “Same goes for you, Jas. You’re mine. And I’m yours. Always.”

We stayed like that for a moment, watching the city lights. Then, she chuckled.

Her fingers squeezed me harder, feeling me throb. “Someone’s ready to destroy some asses tonight,” she teased, voice low and playful.

“Needed fresh air or I was gonna pass out from excitement,” I admitted, laughing against her lips.

“As if you don’t fuck us every day,” she scoffed, but her smile was pure love, warm and real.

“Still get butterflies when I look at you,” I said, voice softer now. “All of you. You girls are my whole world.”

“Evan!” Tessa’s voice echoed from inside, impatient. “Where’s that idiot?”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled, wicked and tender all at once. “I guess we’re starting, ’Master.’”

She stood, let the blanket fall, and walked back inside—hips swaying, silk clinging to every curve.

I followed, heart pounding, ready for whatever came next.

Tessa was waiting in the living room, leaning against the couch, completely naked. Her hair was still damp from the bath, little droplets sliding down her shoulders and chest. She smirked when she saw us.

“There you are. We thought you got scared and ran away.”

I grinned, walking past her. “Not a chance.”

She fell in step behind me, Jasmine already glued to my back. I pushed open the master-bedroom door and stopped dead.

Kim and Nala were already on the bed, gloriously naked, legs lazily tangled. Minne stood in the center of the room in the set Tessa had chosen: a snow-white garter belt with thin straps framing her tiny waist, sheer stockings clipped high, and the most sinful “bra” I’d ever seen, two delicate lace triangles that covered exactly nothing, her pink nipples poking straight through the openings. The matching panties were crotchless, a single strip of lace running up the middle, leaving her smooth pussy and tight little rosebud completely exposed.

Jasmine and Tessa slipped in behind me and shut the door with a soft click. Jasmine’s arms snaked around my waist from behind, fingers already unbuckling my belt, tugging my pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, rock-hard and aching. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking once, possessive.

“You girls…” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Wow.”

Minne fidgeted, cheeks burning. “H-how do I look, Master?”

“Perfect.”

I crossed the room in three strides, cupped her chin, and kissed her—slow at first, letting her melt, then deeper, coaxing her tongue out to play with mine. She whimpers vibrated against my lips as she surrendered completely.

Tessa clapped her hands. “Decision’s obvious. Minne’s ass gets destroyed first. Come on, maid—bed, now.”

Minne obeyed instantly, crawling onto the mattress and lying on her back, eyes locked on me, wide and trusting. I climbed up between her spread legs and hooked my hands under her knees, lifting them until her cute, heart-shaped ass was tilted perfectly upward. Her pussy was perfectly pink and glistening… fuck. She was so, so, so cute.

Tessa slid in behind Minne’s head, sat cross-legged,pulled Minne’s head and rested against her bare tits. She leaned forward, rubbing slow circles over Minne’s clit. “Easy, maid. Just breathe. Let him open that pretty little hole.”

Jasmine and Nala flanked me on the bed, both naked and glowing. Jasmine grabbed the base of my cock, Nala the head, and together they guided me forward until the tip kissed Minne’s tight ass.

Kim appeared with a bottle of lube, drizzling a thick stream over my shaft. Jasmine and Nala spread it together, hands sliding up and down, grinning like devils.

“Look at this, Minne,” Nala purred, pressing the head a little harder against her. “This fat cock is about to split your ass wide open. You’re gonna feel so full, baby.”

Jasmine gave my shaft a slow twist. “Gonna ruin this perfect little hole, maid. Stretch you until you’re crying and begging for more.”

Kim knelt beside Minne, rolled one exposed nipple between her fingers, and leaned down to whisper, “Moan loudly all you want, sweetheart. We love hearing how much ’Master’ wrecks you.”

Minne whimpered, thighs trembling. “M-master… I want it… please…”

“Easy, baby,” I said, voice gentle, rubbing the head in tiny circles to spread the lube. “Breathe for me.”

She inhaled shakily.

I pushed.

The tight ring resisted for a heartbeat, then gave. The head popped inside with a slick, obscene pressure. Minne’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, tears already gathering at the corners of her eyes, fists clutching the sheets.

Jasmine and Nala hands slid to Minne’s thighs to hold her open.

Minne’s body tensed like a bowstring, her back arching off the mattress, a high, pained whimper escaping her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears beading at the corners, but she didn’t pull away. Her small hands clutched Tessa’s thighs for dear life, knuckles white. She was so petite, so delicate—barely five feet tall, her skin pale and flawless, the pink lace bralette still clinging to her small but perky tits, nipples hard against the sheer fabric. The garter belt and stockings framed her slim hips like a gift, her exposed pussy pink and glistening, untouched but already wet from the anticipation and Tessa’s gentle rubbing.

“Shh, shh, you’re doing so good, honey,” Tessa murmured from behind her, voice soft and soothing.

Tessa’s hand never stopped moving between Minne’s legs, fingers circling her clit in slow, steady patterns, dipping lower to trace her slick folds, keeping the pleasure building to counter the pain.

Minne gasped, breath hitching. “M-Master… it hurts… but… don’t stop…”

I stayed still, just the head inside her impossibly tight ass, the ring clenching around me like it was trying to push me out. I rubbed her thighs gently, leaning down to kiss her knee. “Breathe for me, baby. In and out. You’re my brave little maid—taking this cock in your ass like you were made for it.”

Nala smiled. She leaned in and kissed Minne’s forehead, then trailed her lips down to whisper in her ear. “That’s our good girl… look how wet your pussy is, Minne. You love the pain, don’t you? Love knowing Evan’s stretching that tiny hole just for him. Such a perfect little anal slut.”

Jasmine mirrored her on my right. She stroked Minne’s arm in soothing patterns. “Fuck, look at that ass swallow him. You’re so tight, Minne… gonna feel so good when he’s balls-deep.”